18. Tatiana

18

TATIANA

T he dream was vivid.

It felt so good.

God, I could have an orgasm from this.

I didn't want to wake up, not when I felt firm hands pushing my thighs wide apart.

Not when the sensation of warm breath, followed by a wet tongue sliding against my pussy, felt this incredible.

I thought I moaned, or maybe it was his gruff voice vibrating against the most sensitive part of me, a part of my body only Gio had ever seen.

And as I thought about the man in question, he lifted his head from between my legs and grinned. But in my dream, he looked like the fighting machine he'd been in the underground cage match. Instead of a mask, his face was painted like a vicious skull, all sharp lines of black and white that made him seem even more frightening than normal.

Stay asleep , my voice whispered inside my mind. Don't wake up and have this fantasy vanish.

Gio went back to touching me, stroking his big hands that were rough and scarred along my body. He forced my thighs open even wider so he could wedge his broad shoulders between them and go back to devouring my pussy.

"So sweet," his voice growled in my head.

He moved his palms along the underside of my thighs and cupped my ass, lifting my lower half so my pussy was fully in his face.

My breasts were sensitive, my nipples tingling. It felt so good. I'd never had a dream feel so real.

I arched my back as he feasted on my pussy in the best of ways.

His growl of pleasure against my delicate flesh drew me closer to the edge.

"I want your orgasm to cover my face. I want your nectar dripping off my lips so I can lick it off and swallow every drop."

My pleasure grew to a fever pitch. I reached out and gripped his hair, the short, black strands so soft between my fingers, softer than I ever imagined they would be.

He lapped at me, sucked on my clit, and pushed a thick finger deep into my body. My inner muscles clenched around the digit, drawing him farther in.

"Sweet girl," he growled. "Non ne ho mai abbastanza. Sei la mia dipendenza, Tatiana, e non voglio mai affrontare l'astinenzfa." I can't get enough. You're my addiction, Tatiana, and I never want to go through withdrawals.

And then he finger-fucked me and sucked on my clit at the same time. I came with his words echoing in my head, even though I knew not what they meant. But just the lyrical sound of his Italian in that deep voice had me drowning in pleasure.

It was then I opened my eyes, reality sneaking back into my consciousness.

I saw a massive body between my legs. Tan skin. Hard muscles. So many tattoos.

He lifted his gaze and stared at me as he continued to lap at my slit. Eyes that I knew were blue looked inky-black in the nighttime shadows.

I hadn't been dreaming.

Gio was in my room. He was eating me out and growling like a primal animal.

"You taste so fucking good. Christ … so good," he said against me, making me shudder.

The more awake I became, the more surreal this entire experience seemed.

Clearly, he'd gotten around the guards and broke into my apartment.

To suck on my pussy while I was asleep.

Gio dug his fingers into my inner thighs, causing pain to mix with my fading orgasmic pleasure. I gasped. His head lifted, his grin positively devilish as his straight, white teeth flashed in the darkness.

While keeping his gaze locked on mine, he bit my thigh, then soothed the sting with his tongue. He did this harder with each bite, moving closer to my pussy until he was dragging his teeth along my lower lips.

My skin burned, and I knew there'd be bruising come morning. When he bit me especially hard, I arched my back, trying to push him away because the sensations were just too much.

"You know what I'm anticipating?"

I couldn't breathe nor think, let alone speak.

"I can't wait to shove my dick deep into this virgin, unused pussy, Tatiana." He dragged his tongue along the small indentation of my belly button. "I can't wait to feel your tightness around my dick, knowing I broke through that forbidden little cherry of yours."

I gripped the sheets as he lowered his head again to drag his tongue from my pussy hole to my clit before sucking the little bead into his mouth and humming around it. I cried out as he sucked me hard before letting go with a loud kissing sound that made me quiver.

"My cock is so damn hard. Christ , sweet girl. I've never been harder in my fucking life." He shoved his tongue deep into my body, and my inner muscles clenched around it, trying to draw him in deeper.

I knew—my body knew—what it needed. And that was Gio's thick cock forcing its way through as he pushed into me.

I moaned and closed my eyes when he ran pressured circles on my clit with his tongue.

"Смотри на меня. Смотри, как я лижу и сосу тебя." Look at me. Watch me as I lick and suck on you.

It drove me crazy when he spoke Russian to me. His pronunciation was heavily accented, likely by the region his teacher came from—whoever it had been who taught him my native language. But it was so hot that it turned me on just as much as when he whispered to me in Italian.

On instinct, I opened my eyes and looked at him, following every word he'd said. I recognized the same hard, dominant tone he'd used in his apartment and felt a need—and want—to obey.Something I'd never felt before, seeing as my usual response was to fight against those who wanted to control my life.

Gio was an inch over my pussy now, his big, scarred, and tattooed hands sliding over my paler flesh. His touch was soft, but I knew the strength he wielded.

"I want you to come all over my face again. I want you to make my lips numb because you ground this perfect, pink little cunt all over my mouth."

He went back to eating me out. And the entire time, Gio stared into my eyes, making sure I didn't disobey.

I felt him push one, then two fingers into my body, and pain exploded in my bottom lip. I realized I was biting it hard enough I broke the flesh, tasting the metallic flavor of blood as I licked it, coating my tongue.

Faster than I could anticipate, Gio made me come so hard and long I called out his name. Head pressing back, mouth parted, and eyes closed, I rode out the pleasure against Gio's face until I felt his hard body press down on me from above .

"Look at me." His voice was hard and stern, and he gripped my chin and forced me to stare into his eyes.

Gio dragged his tongue over my bottom lip, licking up the blood that welled there.

"I'm going to do the same to your virgin pussy when I pop that cherry, pretty baby."

My body felt like it seized in anticipation at the promise.

Gio licked my lips once more, then pulled back and groaned, "God, you're so fucking beautiful. There's not one thing about you that doesn't drive me fucking insane." And when he kissed me, I felt all his dark need for me projected into that kiss. "My beautiful girl. You want to be my pretty slut?"

I gasped at his praise and the obscenely erotic degradation that followed.

"But only mine, Tatiana. You'll only ever be my good little slut." He still gripped my chin as he made that declaration. "I can't wait to see you on your knees, these gorgeous eyes staring up at me as you try to take all my cock down your throat. You'll gag, and spit will spill out the corners of these pink lips because I'm too big for this perfect mouth of yours."

I was panting as he talked dirty to me.

"But you won't stop. I won't let you. I'll come down your throat and make you drink it all. Hell, my balls are so full that I'll have more for you. I'll come all over your face. I'll paint your tits with ropes of jizz. Fuck, cara ." Sweetheart . "My girl."

Gio leaned far enough away from me so he could get me fully undressed. And I let him. I'd let him do whatever he wanted to me. "La mia piccola bambola Russa."

I knew what that meant, since I looked it up the moment I was alone after the first time he said it. I could easily remember it phonetically, since the way in which he spoke it had made me shiver, even as it was branded on my mind—so possessive, like he felt whatever those Italian words were oh-so deeply.

My little Russian doll.

He dragged his tongue over my lips once more before he positioned himself back between my legs. He looked so huge compared to me. So big and strong. He was all hard lines and bulging muscles against my feminine curves and softness. I let my gaze travel over his chest, tracing the dark lines of his tattoos with my eyes. He had so many that barely any olive-toned skin showed throughout the artwork.

I finally focused on his cock. The heavy length stood straight out in front of him, so intimidating with his weighted sack hanging beneath his enormous erection. His crown was slick and glossy with pre-cum, and when he grabbed the base, squeezing himself from root to head, I watched as more clear fluid formed at the tip.

Gio then—shockingly—shoved two fingers into me until I cried out and bowed my back. He pumped those digits in and out of me for only a few seconds before pulling them out and holding them up, showing me how disgustingly wet I was. He lifted an eyebrow at me, apparently seeing the distaste in my expression.

"So primed for me, cara . And do you not believe me when I tell you how delicious your cunt is?" He smiled wickedly. "I can make you." Gio leaned in, and he reached toward me with his other hand. I could see he was about to grab my throat, but he suddenly stopped, the smile falling from his handsome face as he curled his fingers into his palm.

I knew right then he was afraid to touch me there because of what happened, what he saved me from. And the fact that he fought his own urges in order to not trigger me, made me feel things that were way different than merely lust, and needs that were unidentifiable thanks to my inexperience. I reached out and wrapped both my hands around his thick, tattooed wrist and slowly brought his clenched fist to my neck. Before he touched me, we stared into each other's eyes, both of us panting.

"I trust you," I whispered. "I want to move past this. I want to be with you in every way, Gio."

He closed his eyes, and I swore his entire body shivered. When he relaxed his hand, I pressed his open palm to my throat, and his fingers gently but firmly encircled it.

I gasped but not from fear. I wasn't thinking about anything but how good and right it felt being with Gio. I didn't fight him, didn't push him away.

Because I didn't want to.

I didn't know what it was, but this act… turned me on even more, despite the shit that had gone down last week.

"More, Gio," I whispered, and he froze for a second, but then he gave me what I wanted. He tightened his grip, and I felt myself get lightheaded.

He loosened his hold a bit and leaned in to kiss me, slow and deep, as if forcing himself to be gentle with me.

When Gio pulled his head back, he grinned darkly like he had before, like the dangerous predator he was, and then shoved those two fingers that had been in my pussy between my lips. He still had his other hand around my throat but not tight enough I couldn't breathe.

And for long seconds, he finger-fucked my mouth, making sure I sucked off every drop of my pussy juices from his fingers.

"Now… tell Daddy he was right," he ordered, and I clenched just as I did the first time he used that title in his apartment.

Plus, I had to admit… it didn't taste bad at all. In fact, my wetness didn't taste like much of anything; it was the saltiness of his fingers and the lingering flavor of my bloody lip I noticed more.

"You were right, Daddy." My face flamed as I said the name.

" Fuck . The things I want to do to you," he groaned. "The things I will do to you."

He got back into position and aimed his cockhead at my pussy. The sight of him jerking off once more, from root to tip, dragged an erotic moan from me. His pre-cum dripped from the crown to land right on my slit, and I sucked in a breath at the intense sensation that small act caused within me.

"Rub it in," he demanded.

I reached down and smoothed my index finger over it, rubbing his cum into me.

"I want to fill you up, Tatiana. I want to make you so full it drips out of you all day. You'll have to keep changing your panties because they'll be soaked from all the seed I pumped into your pussy."

Gio leaned down and dragged the tip of his nose along my neck, inhaling deeply. "I love that I've marked you. That you smell like me." His touch was soft as he slid a hand between my thighs.

I moaned, but that sound turned into a shocked cry when he slapped my pussy.

" Cara ," he groaned. "I'm gonna make sure you hurt deep inside in the best way when I'm done with you." His voice was so feral. "I want to hear you say it, baby girl. I want to hear you tell me what you want. That you like being my beautiful whore."

This is so hot.

"I want you to give it all to me. I want that enormous cock pushing into me." God, I'd never said such crude things before. "I want it to hurt, Gio."

He groaned and bared his teeth like my words called to the animal inside him.

"I want…" I exhaled and inhaled sharply. His focus on me was so severe. "I want to only be your slut. I want you to use me. To touch and kiss me. To—" love me . I kept that last part to myself. It was too soon. It was too much. "I want you to make me yours." It was as close to saying those three elusive words as I was gonna get right now. If ever.

"Nobody will ever feel as good as you do, Tatiana."

Nothing else was said as he notched his cockhead at my entrance. There was no more preamble. No waiting or anticipation. Gio pushed into me with such need and desire that he tore through my innocence and took it as his own.

The pain was instant. Constant. As he gave me inch after inch.

This wasn't how I ever envisioned my first time going. I'd seen myself fighting, refusing. I saw myself married off to a bastard of my father's choosing, so the only thing I could ever picture for losing my virginity had been brutality.

But here I was, willing. I was ready. And I wanted Gio with an obsession that made me question my reality and sanity.

"You get slow and gentle tonight, cara , but once you're healed, I'm going to fuck you like the savage I am."

A part of me wanted to tell Gio I didn't want or need slow and gentle. I was stronger than I looked. I want his brutality.

"You like when I'm sweet with you, Tatiana?" He was buried to the hilt inside me, not moving for a moment, letting his words fully sink in as deep as his body. "You like knowing a killer took your virginity?" He pulled out and slid back in. His hands were on either side of my head, caging me in and forcing me to take whatever he gave.

I couldn't speak, just nodded and bit my lip.

"You like knowing I'd kill a man for even looking at you the wrong way?"

I closed my eyes and moaned, my pussy clamping down around him and pulling a gruff sound from deep within his chest.

He pulled out and then sank in deep again, repeating this process over and over.

"Open those beautiful eyes and let me see the pain and pleasure in them, my little Russian doll."

I did as he asked, gasping at his expression and how fierce it was.

His passion was like this aggressive, violent monster within him. And it was fully displayed and bared for me to see.

I lifted my hips, rising so he'd hit deeper, pushing inside of my body fully. Gio looked down and watched me do this repeatedly, his abdominal muscles contracting as his hips swung and plowed into me. The pain was constant, but the more he stretched me, the more that burn and discomfort faded to the background, and something twisted and delicious took its place.

"All I can think about is filling you up," he whispered so low I almost didn't hear him.

I gripped his biceps, digging into his flesh until I knew my nails scoring him had to hurt.

"Tutto ciò a cui riesco a pensare è venire profondamente dentro di te. Non posso smettere di pensare a riempire il tuo grembo finché non ti avrò marchiata per sempre. Finché non sarà innegabile che sei mia perché ho lasciato una parte di me in te." All I can think about is coming deep inside of you. I can't stop thinking about filling up your womb until I've marked you forever. Until it's undeniable that you're mine because I've left a part of myself in you.

I didn't know what he said, but I knew it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. It was because Gio spoke it with such reverence. I knew he meant whatever he'd just uttered under his breath.

I realized I kept fucking myselfon him, and he growled, the sound making me juicier.

"You filthy, fucking beautiful girl." He lowered his gaze back down between my thighs, his nostrils flaring, the rumble coming from him growing louder by the second .

Gio slid his hands around so he could grip my ass and angle my hips to dive even deeper as he drove in and out of me. His powerful motions rocked the bed, causing the headboard to slam against the wall.

"I want you to know," he snarled, "that everything changed between us the night I killed that motherfucker."

I didn't know what exactly he meant, but I knew what I wanted it to mean. His expression was savage as he thrusted in and out of me, rotating his hips and driving deeper until the sensation consumed me and there was nothing but two things left in the entire universe.

Me and Gio.

"Say it," he said between clenched teeth. "Tell me you're mine and that you want me to kill anyone who thinks otherwise."

I was nodding before he finished speaking. I'd never wanted anything more than that in my entire life.

"I'm yours," I said, the only words that formed, the only ones that would ever matter in the grand scheme of things. It didn't matter what happened. I would always and forever be Gio Bianchi's.

"My good girl." He plowed inside hard and fast, and I felt another orgasm rising within me with such force it stole my vision.

A realization hit me, and I gasped, the pleasure never ending. "Gio," I moaned his name. "Wait… I'm not on birth control." I didn't know why that mattered right now, or why my brain decided to force my lips to spew the words out. It wasn't even like Gio had taken any precautions himself, not when his cock was bare inside me as he kept pounding away.

Something dark and primal, a gruff sound that was wholly male, came out from deep within his chest. He snarled, baring his teeth as he pinned me down and fucked me harder.

Gio leaned in close and said through a locked jaw, "Good, bella . I want you to be full of my cum. I want it to stick."

I felt my eyes widen at his words. Oh God, they were going to make me….

The pleasure lit my body up from the inside out until all I could do was clutch on to Gio like he was the only lifeline I needed in the world.

That scared the hell out of me.

And made me crave it all.

"Gesù Cristo." Jesus Christ . Gio then roared as he came, and all I could do was stare up at him like the god of the underworld he was.

His hand was back around my throat, the force pushing me into the pillow. I could feel his orgasm, felt the thick, hot ropes of his cum cover every inch of me on the inside.

"Gio," I gasped his name, unable to breathe. He seemed crazed as he found his pleasure but was conscious enough of my safety to loosen his hold so I could suck in oxygen.

With one more full-body tremor through his powerful form, Gio let his head hang as he breathed roughly. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, the moonlight casting shadows across the masculine lines and sharp edges of his muscles.

He leaned in so I felt his lips brush against my ear, and whispered, "Spero di averti messa incinta stanotte."

I didn't know what he said until he repeated the words in Russian.

I hope I got you pregnant tonight.

My body was sated and weak, and my arms were too heavy to hold up as I let them fall back to the mattress on either side of me.

We lay there for several moments just trying to catch our breath, my inner muscles rhythmically clenching around his softening cock. But the longer he stayed buried in me, the more I felt that length stiffen.

"La mia bella ragazza." My beautiful girl .

When Gio finally pulled out and leaned back so he knelt between my splayed thighs, I couldn't help but stare at his dick. The slash of moonlight made that very male part of him visible with startling clarity.

His cock glistened with a mixture of my pussy wetness and his cum, but it was the streaks of my virgin blood along the length and at the base of his erection that had a shot of adrenaline rushing through me.

"Continua a guardarlo, bella. Lo renderà solo più duroI." As if to drive what he just said home, he translated it to English as he gripped his shaft, dragging his palm down to the base of his cock and then back up the length. "Keep looking at it, beautiful. It'll only make it harder."

When he got to the head, I bit my lip as I watched a residual bead of cum push out of the slit. He moved up the bed on his knees, now framing me on either side of my shoulders, his cockhead pointed right at my mouth.

"Open up. Lick it clean. "

I was a fiend, it seemed, as I didn't hesitate to drag my tongue over the tip, even though it was the first time a dick had ever been near my mouth before. I licked away the salty remnants of his orgasm, and then I turned my head and ran my tongue along his length, tasting myself and the coppery tang of my blood.

Gio shifted back before I could properly suck him into my mouth, and then he smoothed his fingers along my overly sensitive pussy. I gasped at how sore I was when he gently pushed the digits into me.

"All of my cum belongs inside of you. Deep inside, bella." When he pulled his fingers back out, it was to immediately shove them into my mouth. "I want to be deep in your womb," he said, and I licked his middle and index fingers clean. "And all the way down into your belly, Tatiana."

I moaned and sucked on him like I couldn't get enough. Which I couldn't.

And just as he'd promised when he licked my bloody lip, Gio leaned down and started licking my pussy, cleaning me with his tongue in a clear act of ownership.

And then he was lying beside me, pulling the blankets over us and holding me so close to him I felt nothing but the security, comfort, and safety that only Gio could give me.

I was in trouble. I knew that as he buried his nose in my hair and exhaled like he'd never felt such… comfort himself. I didn't want to believe it was wishful thinking on my part. I didn't want to imagine all of this, only to have the world turn upside down because it wasn't the same for him.

I was playing Russian roulette with the leader of the West Coast Cosa Nostra. But not even danger could sway rationalization or my need for self-preservation.

He curled his body around mine and kept his arm banded around my middle as if he was afraid I'd leave.

Didn't he know I'd rather die?

"Stay with me tonight," I whispered, not sure if I even said it out loud. After a moment of comfortable silence, Gio kissed the crown of my head.

"Resterò con te per sempre, cara mia."

I repeated the words over and over in my head so I could look them up tomorrow.

I'll stay with you forever, my beloved.