14. Gio

14

GIO

S he was sweet and soft and everything I should have stayed away from.

But… I couldn't stop.

I kissed her like it was the last fucking thing I would ever do. I probed her mouth with my tongue, sweeping it inside the warm, wet, and soft confines of what I knew would be my addiction.

Irritation burned through me. I had no self-control where she was concerned. She shouldn't be here. It wasn't safe for her, and it would fucking complicate everything.

But Jesus Christ… I wouldn't tell her to go.

The fire I saw in her eyes mirrored my own turbulent emotions.

She moaned against my mouth, and I pushed her back harder against the door, her little body making a thud from my weight and the force of my desire.

My cock was a fucking steel pipe in my pants, my balls heavy like an anvil. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk straight, until my nuts were drained dry and she was filled with me.

I felt this primal urge to fill her very female body with my cum until she was forever marked as mine. I wanted to leave a piece of myself deep inside her—a seed planted that would let everyone know who she belonged to.

That feeling was so monumental that I forced myself to break away, my breathing erratic, my cock throbbing.

"You shouldn't have come," I forced the words out roughly, though I couldn't stop looking at her slender, tight body. I couldn't hide the fact that I wanted to fuck her until she whimpered and held on to me, until she begged me to go slower because I was too much .

"I know?—"

"But now that you're here…." I couldn't get the rest out because a harsh growl spilled from deep in my chest as I moved close to he r again.

"Gio?"

I didn't know what she saw in my expression, but her eyes widened, and her lips—red and swollen from my kisses—parted.

I pushed my body against hers once more and devoured her mouth with my own.

The only word to describe how I kissed her was fiercely . But my girl met my dark desire with an intensity of her own.

My girl.

I didn't know why I thought of her like that, but there was no way I'd take it back. There wasn't any fucking way I would talk myself down from this high she gave me. A high I'd never felt before—not even when I fought or took a motherfucker's life.

Her hands gripped my shirt, and I felt the world narrowing down to just us. The rest of the universe be damned.

Minutes later, we broke apart, out of breath as we panted in sync.

"I—I don't know what I'm feeling." Her voice was soft and sounded hesitant, but it was filled with so much need that I would be the only one filling it.

I'd be the only one who ever saw the way she looked right now.

Pupils dilated .

Lips red and swollen and glossy from me mouth-fucking her.

I bet her little nipples were hard and totally fucking visible if I were to take a step back, but I didn't want to move from where I was flush against her.

I growled low. I bet her tight little pussy was soaked for me, all primed for my big, Italian cock.

I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat in an act of possessiveness, but the trauma she'd gone through and her healing injuries had me curling my hands into tight fists. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her neck softly, gently, in a way I never had before with another living soul.

"You make me crazy, girl," I muttered, my voice rough as I stared at her mouth. I pulled her into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense.

I had to get her naked.

I let my hands do the leading as I slid them down, then up under her hoodie, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. She had a little white T-shirt on, but I needed to feel her… smell her bare skin and taste the sweat that would cover her flesh when she got worked up.

"Such a good girl for me," I murmured against her lips and broke away to kiss her jawline, then down her throat. I licked her pulse that beat wildly beneath her ear. God, she tasted incredible and smelled so good. Sweet, like cotton candy. "La mia piccola bambola Russa." My little Russian doll.

She shivered beneath my touch as I traced her lower back, pushing up her shirt so I could reach more skin.

I moved my hands back up and framed her face, plunging my tongue into her mouth and forcing her to take all of me.

Tatiana wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she rose on her toes and pressed her petite, firm breasts against my chest.

There was no tenderness in my touches or kisses now. I couldn't control myself to save my life, now that she surrounded me in all that was her. I didn't have the strength to do anything but allow my instincts to rule and take what I wanted.

Her.

I was raw, primal. A motherfucker full of dark intent.

I didn't care that a war would ignite with her brothers by being with the Petrov princess. I didn't care because they didn't frighten me.

I was just as powerful.

Just as dangerous .

"You make me feel so good," she moaned and ran her hand up and down my chest. "You make me feel so… safe."

She started breathing harder, and I stepped back, reaching for the whiskey bottle I'd set aside, and took a long pull from it.

"Take your shirt off," I said and pointed the bottle at her like she needed more direction on what I wanted her to do. "Show me those tight, little tits. I want to see what I'll be worshiping soon enough."

I wasn't going to fuck her. Not tonight. This was just the beginning of a slow and thorough seduction of Tatiana Petrov.

I patiently waited as I took another sip of whiskey, my throat nice and numb so there wasn't a burn. Just smoothness.

"You want me to make you feel good?" I asked when she didn't follow my order, but I could see she was scared… just not of me.

She ran that cute, little red tongue over her lips. "You're already making me feel good."

God. Why did that make my chest ache?

"Fuck, sweetheart. You're such a good girl, saying all the right things. Now do as I say."

Her hands trembled as she took hold of the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly. When her midriff was bare, she hesitated and looked at me.

I said nothing, my body tense, but it was from the fucking excitement I felt about all the devious things I'd do to her. Starting with eating out that no-doubt pretty pussy as soon as I got her naked.

"Faster," I gritted out when she still didn't move, not hiding my growing irritation that she wasn't obeying me fast enough.

I saw the fiery resolve in her eyes as she finally lifted her shirt and pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts were small but pert, her nipples a dark-reddish shade and so fucking hard my mouth watered to taste them.

I took another drink before saying, "Now the pants. Lose them because I'm about to bury my face between your thighs, and they're in my way."

There was no way I wouldn't be jerking off to the sight of those perfect breasts later on, when I was alone and needed a quick "Tatiana fix."

Fuck, my cock's gonna be sore.

She moved her hands to the waistband of her panties and pants, but before she pushed them down, I told her to go slow. I wanted to fucking enjoy the show, now that I finally knew exactly what her tits looked like. I'd been imagining them for a week, and the reality was so much better than what my mind conjured.

When she was totally naked in front of me, I licked my lips at the sight of her pussy. She had a landing strip of dark, trimmed hair and was bare everywhere else. "Such a beautiful girl, Tatiana."

I couldn't take my focus off her pretty, feminine slit and how her lips were so glossy, small beads of her desire already dripped down her inner thighs.

My cock was like granite as she shifted, her nervousness evident. The sleek lines of her legs turned me on, so much I grabbed my cock through my pants.

Her eyes widened in shock as she watched me touch myself, making me feel deviant in the best way. Could she see how big I was? Did she know it would hurt when I shoved it deep into her cunt?

I could have come in my slacks from the sight of her expression alone.

To want her the way I did, to want to own her, to claim and defile my girl, made no fucking sense.

I kept myself in control at all times. But here was Tatiana—someone totally off-limits to me —and my control went right out the damn window. As well as my sanity .

Her very presence threatened to unravel my restraint.

"Spread your legs wider. I want to see your pussy lips part."

My cock throbbed, my balls ached, and that feeling only got worse as I looked at her cunt when she did what I said. I could see she was likely as turned on as I was, her lips not only glossy but also plump from her arousal.

I bet she was getting wetter from my orders. Tatiana was a Submissive as much as I was a Dominant.

"Sei la cosa più bella che abbia mai visto." You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

I couldn't stay away any longer. I set aside the whiskey bottle and was on her a second later.

I leaned in, dragging my tongue along her jawline, over her lips, and licked her nice and slow. Thorough.

"You're trembling, little girl," I whisper-groaned against her mouth as I kept my lips pressed to hers, not kissing her, just letting her know I could if I fucking wanted to.

"You make me feel things I've never felt before," she whispered back.

I closed my eyes and gathered my control .

Same, pretty Tatiana.

"And…" She hesitated. "I've never done anything like this before. Not… anything ." That last part was so low I wondered if she meant to say it out loud.

I wasn't surprised she was a virgin or had never been touched by a man. It was the same with my sisters. Well, only Claudia now. Amara was married to Tatiana's brother, so she was no longer untouched.

Knowing my girl would only know my touch had my cock a leaky fucking mess with pre-cum.

Towering over her, I pressed my fully clothed body against her naked one, forcing her against the door once more. I was panting, the harsh sounds an audible truth of how much I was losing my grip on my decision to not take her completely.

"I want you to ask me to lick that untouched pussy of yours. I want to hear you beg me for my mouth on your cunt, to lick and suck you until you come all over my face." I knew because she was so inexperienced that saying these things would embarrass her.

I wanted her to be on edge. Her uncertainty about it, about saying such dirty and lewd things, turned me the fuck on.

She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life, but it was hard to not leave her safe and sound in my apartment and go fucking kill something because her healing marks were pissing me off.

The monster wanted out, wanted more blood to avenge Tatiana.

Her lips parted as she sucked in air, and I watched them closely to memorize what they looked like when or if she was about to do what I asked. She wrapped her hands around my biceps, pulling me in closer, digging her nails into my flesh until I hissed, and my cock jerked.

I ground my erection against her belly, rolling my hips back and forth until I had to ease up or I'd come.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I grew high from it...and her. This feeling was better than fucking fighting, getting my hands dirty and bloody, or even killing someone.

Touching her felt better than unleashing my monster.

I had a filthy fucking need for this too young, far too innocent, and totally off-limits woman in my arms. But I also had no way of stopping myself.

So here we were, and here I was… about to cross some heavily drawn lines.

I licked her lips and gently bit them. She moaned for me and pressed her perfect tits harder against my chest. God, she was little, petite yet curvy, especially compared to all my bulk.

"My good girl," I purred and pulled back, knowing what I wanted to taste next.

I braced my hands on either side of her head and leaned down, caging her in and staring right into her eyes. "You're mine." Did she know how deeply those two words ran in me where she was concerned? I couldn't explain it. I couldn't deny it.

And I sure as fuck wasn't going to waste my time trying, when I knew the effort would be useless.

My name was a breathy moan from her, as if she knew what this meant. All of it.

I let her see the monster within me flash inside my eyes a second before I gripped her waist and spun her around. The entire length of her body was now firmly pinned to the door, and I stepped back, drawing my gaze down the length of her spine, over her perfect, round little ass, and down her long, slender legs.

"Spread wider." I breathed the words out roughly and used my foot between her tiny ones to gently, coaxingly, force her to do as I said.

A broken moan left her when I started palming her ass .

"You touch me so… gently." She rested her forehead on the door as I dragged my tongue along her nape and lower, until I had the muscle pressed to the indent of her spine and was now sitting on my haunches.

"Solo con te." Only with you.

I squeezed her ass for long seconds before spreading her cheeks. I didn't need to ask if anyone had ever eaten out her pretty little pussy. I knew she was a virgin in every single way.

Fuck. That turned me on, knowing no motherfucker had ever had their grubby damn hands on what was mine.

"Such a perfect fucking ass." I couldn't help how my fingers dug into her soft skin before I pulled my hand back, then gave one cheek a light slap, mesmerized as she jumped a little, which made the plumpness jiggle. "Never been so hard in my fucking life."

My hands were so big and tan, tattooed and roughened, a stark contrast against her flawless flesh. She was just so small and dainty that I felt like I'd break her in half.

I leaned in so my nose was close to her cunt and inhaled deeply. A primal growl left me at the scent of her. "I'm going to enjoy this," I said low and deep, glancing up at her. Tatiana's upper half was twisted just enough she could look down at me, her eyes wide, because she knew what I was about to do.

I spread her ass as wide as I could, and she trembled for me, goose bumps popping out over her skin and making her seem even more vulnerable.

I was a deviant.

I was all the dangerous things wrapped up in one man. And here she was, putty in my hands and letting me do whatever the fuck I wanted.

"Beg me for my mouth on this wet and pretty pink cunt, Tatiana."

"I want all of you, Gio. It's like fire inside me." She was breathing harder now. "Боже, помоги мне, но я не могу держаться подальше от тебя." God help me, but I can't stay away from you.

The way Russian rolled off her tongue had copious amounts of pre-cum spilling from the tip of my cock. "My sweet girl," I said, my words muffled as I dragged my tongue through her sweet slit. "I'm going to break in this little virgin pussy with my tongue and lips. And after that—later, sweetheart—I'm going to fuck you and ruin you for all others."

Moving backward on my knees, I then gripped her hips and jerked my Tatiana backward, her body folding forward, so her chest was more parallel with the floor and her glorious ass popped out.

"I'm going to suck on your pussy until you come."

"О, Боже." Oh, God.

"I'm going to get drunk on you, Tatiana. I'm already so fucking addicted." And then I was making good on my promise as I sucked on her cunt. A whimper and mewl left her, and an animalistic sound ripped from the darkest, deepest primal part of me.

The more I dragged my tongue through her slit and pushed it into her pussy hole, the wetter she became until I had to lap up all that fucking sweetness or risk losing it.

I fucked her with my mouth and sucked on her clit, my fingers teasing her opening and spreading her lips wide so I could really get in there with my tongue.

I pulled back, and she moaned my name as she instinctively followed to grind that sweet little cunt all over my mouth, smearing her cream along my cheeks and chin. I wanted that nectar covering me.

"Jesus Christ, Tatiana. You're so fucking hot. Keep rubbing your soaked cunt all over my face."

And my girl did just that. I squeezed her ass cheeks hard as I ate her out like she was my last fucking meal. I was going to gorge myself on her, then die a happy man.

"Tell me who owns this pussy, Tatiana. Tell me who owns you ." I swatted her ass to make my point clear, to let her know there was only one right answer.

"I don't need to say it for you to know."

I looked around her ass, and at the same time, she glanced upside down at me from her bent-over position. Our eyes locked; one of my brows lifted in expectation.

"You. Only you. Always you, Gio," she whispered obediently.

"Daddy's good girl." The words spilled from me before I could stop them, but she moaned as if hearing me say them turned her on even more.

Time to get my girl off and see how much sweeter she was deep inside.

I dragged my tongue through her slit and groaned. "Your first orgasm will be with my mouth. Your next will be with my big, fat cock wedged in your tight little cunt." I latched my lips around her clit, and as soon as I started sucking, her legs shook.

She was close. She wanted—probably fucking needed— to get off.

"Tell me what you want, my pretty Russian princess." I pulled my head back and smacked her ass, definitely not as hard as I wanted to, but once she was fully healed, I'd give her all I had to offer.

I knew she could handle it.

"I want?—"

Smack!

Smack!

I ran my hand over her cheeks and watched her creamy skin turn pink from my spanks.

"I want…" she moaned, her words getting cut off again as I slipped my fingers between her legs and played with her soaking wet pussy. "I want you to take me over the edge." Tatiana's eyes were hooded as I glanced around her hip again, her blush spreading across her face. "I want you to make me come for the first time, Gio."

I groaned, having never heard a string of words that turned me on so much.

I teased her opening with my tongue, then pushed a finger deep inside her, twisting my hand so my thumb could press to her clit.

I leaned to the side and stared at her face to gauge her reaction. She had her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her breathing was frenzied. I tried to be gentle, knowing this was her first time experiencing any sort of penetration, but I was a beast and starving for her sweet pussy.

And then I worked my girl over until her legs trembled and she bent even farther, popping her ass out and giving me what I wanted.

She came like the good girl she was, her cum slipping from her pussy and dripping down my hand. I stood but didn't remove my finger, bending over her back until my mouth was by her ear. With my breathing erratic, I panted, "I'll be the only one you feel this way with."

As she came down from her high, I slowly pumped my finger into her again and gently rubbed her clit.

"Gio," she said on a breathy moan, standing back up and turning to face me. And then she curled into me, as if she needed me to give her strength to replace the weakness she felt after her first orgasm, her legs still shaky.

"La mia bellissima ragazza. Ora sei per sempre mia." My beautiful girl. Now you are forever mine.