Chapter 22

The next morning sucked, and by morning I meant afternoon because I didn't close my eyes until well after midnight, thanks to the asshole sleeping beside me. Or should I say, sleeping around me?

Gio's body was cocooned and entwined with mine. Don't get me wrong, it was warm, and he smelled good, and the steady breaths blowing past my ear were relaxing, but there was such a thing as too close. The dick that was inside me proved that.

Uncomfortable, I shifted my hips, then stopped when I felt a twitch.

Dear God please don't let that thing wake up. I can't take anymore.

My vagina was stretched and sore. I felt the ache of my walls contracting around his hardness deep in my bones. It was a weird kind of pain. A steady throb that begged for relief but want me to grind back against him at the same time. How did he sleep like that? The only reason I could was due to complete and utter exhaustion.

When Gio said he was going to fuck me all night, he meant it. He kept going until my tired was tired. He was still going when I finally gave up and passed out.

Lord knows how long he used me after that. And he did use me. There was no other word for what happened last night. The really fucked up part… I kinda liked it.

Memphis was right, sex fucked everything up. It was a bit like alcohol. Fun in the moment, but holy crap did you regret it the next day. Muscles I didn't know I had hurt.

Gio Mancini wasn't good at stalking or being a decent human being. But he was a master when it came to sex.

I rolled my glare back to the man sleeping behind me. "If I could move my arms, I'd kill you."

He responded by jarring his hips and giving me a sleepy groan that should not have sounded as sexy as it did.

Of course that might've had something to do with the pulsing spark that shot up my core when his dick pushed in deeper. It was a painful pleasure that made me suck in a sharp breath and hate him more.

That was it. My vagina and I were no longer on speaking terms.

I suddenly had new respect for all the girls who had thing for bad boys. Especially if said bad boy was like Gio. Did they know what they were asking for, because I sure didn't.

"Stupid magic dick."

Gio's arm flexed, tightening his hold on me, as he wriggled his hips. "So good."

Shit, did I wake him up?

I carefully peeked behind me and let out the breath I was holding when I saw that his eyes were still closed. Sleeping Gio didn't look so intimidating. He was even kind of handsome.

The five o'clock shadow dusting his jawline brought out the softness in his full lips. That's when I noticed the scar on on left side of his chin. It wasn't big, just a small little jagged line hidden in his dark stubble that marred his perfection.

Gio Mancini was what most members of the male species aspired to be. Every inch of him was filled with hard ridges and firm muscles. He had the thick soft hair that girls liked to run their finger through and his olive complexion was flawless. In short, Gio Mancini was fucking hot. But my eyes were stuck on that scar. It somehow made him more human.

How did he get it? Was he little? Was he not? did he cry when it happened, and if so who comforted him? His dad didn't seem like the hug it out type. Was his mom? Did she put a bandage on his chin and kiss it better?

I didn't know much about his mother, just that she died years ago. Now I couldn't help but wonder what she was like? Was she loving and warm? Did she sing to Gio and tuck him in at night? When she died did she leave the same hole in Gio's heart that mine did? Could he understand the emptiness I felt?

My gaze drifted to his lips, slightly parted with his even breaths. I didn't realize I was leaning in until I felt his shaft drag along my walls.

Surprised by the sensation, I stopped and looked down to where the blanket was covering us. I couldn't describe the feeling. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't roll my eyes back good either. Detailed was the only word I could think of.

I wriggled my hips and pushed down on him a bit, causing a trail of goosebumps to prickle across my skin. I felt everything. Every ridge and vein dragged along my walls in an almost delicious way. I couldn't resist the urge to do it again.

I didn't move much at first, only enough to test it. then I moved a little more, and a little more, until an inch of Gio's shaft was pulling in and out of me. It felt good. Like really good. My breathing picked up with the pulse and throbs rolling through my pussy.

Then, for some reason, I wanted to see it.

Every so gently, so I didn't wake Gio up, I pushed the plush navy comforter off of us. Sadly it was hard to see anything because Gio's leg was wrapped around mine. That and the arm he had clamped over my chest prevented me from bending far enough. I thought about letting it go, but my curiosity won.

I took the time to carefully pull my leg out from under his, then slung it over his hip. The sight before me was as fascinating as the first time I saw it, when Gio made me look. My delicate flesh hugged the thick rod spearing into me. Gio was so big that my pussy was spread open around him. Logically it shouldn't fit, yet it did. And my body liked it.

When I moved my hips again, Gio buried his face in my neck and let out a garbled groan.

I froze and held my breath, but he didn't move or say anything.

What was wrong with me? Gio Mancini was the enemy. I was supposed to take him down, not ride him while he slept.

His cock twitched, causing my eyes to roll with a silent moan.

Oh God that felt good. One more wouldn't hurt. I wriggled my but, sinking down on him as far as I could. That's when I noticed the lump in my tummy.

I reached down to press on it and realized that it was his dick. Gio was so far inside me that the head of his cock was pushing against my gut. Why did I find that thrilling, and what would happen if I pushed down?

My back arched and head pressed back into Gio's chest as I fought to muffle a moan. I don't know what spot that was hitting, but it felt fantastic.

"Enjoying yourself?"

My entire body froze.

Shit.

I looked back to see Gio's jade eyes watching me.

This might be a little hard to explain away. "I wasn't… I mean… I wasn't doing anything."

Fuck him. Considering what he did to me last night, this was nothing.

"Well, by all means." He rolled us over so he was on his back and I was on mine on top of him. "Continue doing nothing."

"I'm not going to do shit." Why would I give him the pleasure?

I sat up and immediately regretted my decision. The new position drove his cock so far up inside me that I wasn't sure if I groaned out of pleasure or pain. But I did know that I was too afraid to move.

Not that Gio cared. He grabbed my hips and ground me against him. I had no choice but to lean forward to ease some of the pressure.

That's when he lifted my ass to pull me up his length and slammed me down. Then he did it again, and again, and again, until all logic thought fled. My mind gave in to the sensations rolling through my body.

I didn't even notice that he'd let go and I was moving on my own until his palm cracked off my ass.

"Fuck yeah, Baby, ride my cock."

As mortified as I was my body wouldn't stop. I kept going until my back bowed and my vision blurred. Halfway through my orgasm, Gio slammed me down and groaned his own release.

Regret came when he pulled me off of him and I felt his come leaking out of me.

What did I do?

I slapped Gio's side when he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me into him.

"Get away from me. I hate you."

Gio chuckled while I buried my face in his chest so he wouldn't see the flush warming my cheeks.

"Don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not." I grumbled against him, even though I totally was.

What the hell was wrong with me? Nothing in this house should be enjoyable. The Mancini's were bad people. All of them. And here I was, doing things I shouldn't be doing. Like hiding in Gio's arms as if it were a safe place.

"Look at me."

"No." I was going to stay right here tucked in the dark with my eyes closed.

Gio's chest heaved with a sigh. "Do you always have to be a pain in the ass?"

"Yes." Was he not paying attention?

He unfurled his arms, pushed me back and tipped my chin to look up at him.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"I'm not embarrassed." And that would be my deathbed claim.

In fact…

I slapped his arm away. "Get off me."

My freedom lasted less than a second before Gio curled his arm back around me.

"What are you going to do about it?"

That was a valid question. He'd proven his strength, so clearly I couldn't fight him off. And he didn't exactly care about what I wanted. Actually it was the opposite. If I didn't like it then I was pretty sure he would do it. There was only one option left.

"I… need to pee."

Excuses I was good at. Plus it wasn't a total lie. I really did need to pee.

"So pee."

"What?"

He didn't mean right here, did he? Was that a thing? Did people really get off on that? I wasn't one to kink shame but I didn't see the enjoyment in that. Then again I didn't see the enjoyment from sleeping with your dick in a girl so…

"I'm just kidding." Gio kissed my cheek and nodded at the open door on the far side of the room. "Go pee."

Hold up, something wasn't right here. Since when does Gio joke? I didn't trust it, but I wasn't going to argue either. The instant he took his hand off me, I jumped up and bolted for the bathroom.

That was when I realized that there were undiscovered muscles up high on the inside of my thighs, and they were very angry with me. No, angry wasn't right. They down right hated me.

Ever see someone do a bowlegged walk when they had to pee? It wasn't pretty. On the upside, there was nothing remotely sexy about the way I waddled into the bathroom. So, there was no risk of turning Gio on again.

When I sat down to relieve myself, the ache in my thighs was overwhelmed by the burn that rolled through my vagina. Could skin catch on fire, because I think that would hurt less? I suddenly understood what Memphis meant when he used the word raw in relation to sex.

A word that Gio apparently needed to learn the definition of, was privacy. I was still sitting on the toilet when he sauntered in as if he owned the place. Which he kind of did, but still.

"Seriously." I shrieked while quickly covering my chest.

He arched a brow at my folded arms. "I had my finger in your ass last night, I think we're past modesty."

Oh crap, I forgot about that. To be fair, I was probably half conscious at that point. Not that that fact made me feel any better about the situation.

"Can you leave?"

He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. "Why would I do that?"

"So, you're just going to watch me pee?"

"Why not?"

"Um… because it's weird."

And degrading. Maybe that was the point? Huh? Was that his game? Alright. If he wanted to watch me pee, then he could watch me pee.

I sat up straight – while keeping my arms over my breasts – held my head up high and emptied the rest of my bladder. He was not going to degrade me.

It would've been nice if he would've turned around so I didn't have to fight so hard not to grimace. That and I wouldn't have to see his dick. It was hanging there like a sleeping weapon of mass destruction. Weren't they supposed to get smaller when they weren't hard, because he didn't look smaller?

"Happy?"

The jade of Gio's eyes darkened as he raked his gaze down me. "Aren't you gonna wipe?"

Really?

"Fine." I hissed, grabbed some toilet paper and gritted my teeth as I reached between my legs.

And that was when that thing between his legs started to come back to life.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Seriously? I really wanted to know the answer to that question.

"I like control." Gio's shoulder lifted in a small shrug. "When you give it to me, it turns me on."

Huh? So if I kept fighting him, then he'd leave me alone? I could do that.

"But not as much as when I have to force you to do things."

Damnit.

Basically, there was nothing I could do that wouldn't get him going. Lovely. Clearly I'd underestimated his intelligence. I was starting to feel out of my depth in more ways than one.

This bathroom was one of the most luxurious places I'd ever seen. Everything was shiny and clean from the black tilted floor to the four claw tub and marble countertops. Even Gio's chiselled form and tanned skin looked expensive.

And where was I? Sitting on the toilet with my hair standing on end, goop in the corner of my eyes, and bandage half hanging off my hip. All I was missing was the smear of lipstick up the side of my face. I was kind of sad I didn't wear make-up yesterday. To say I didn't fit in would be an understatement.

"I hope my morning breath kills you."

"I like your morning breath, it smells like me."

That's because he came in my mouth last night. Twice. I could still taste it.

"Yeah? Well, I'm gonna brush my teeth."

So much for smelling like him.

Gio picked up a red toothbrush and held it out for me.

"I'm not going to use your toothbrush?" That was just gross.

"I got this one for you."

Oh. Fine.

I flushed the toilet and stormed over to snatch it from him. "You're still an asshole."

"I never said I wasn't."

Ugh, bastard.

Grabbing the toothpaste, I set to work and ignored the prick beside me. That is until he decided to join me. Then things turned into a strange war. He'd brush, then I'd brush. I'd spit, then he'd spit and so on.

It was scrub, scrub, spit, spit, until Gio put his toothbrush down and smacked his lips together. I wasn't sure if him finishing first meant he won or not, but as long as I didn't acknowledge it, then there was no victor. God, I loved technicalities.

By the way, it was not easy to brush your teeth while trying to cover your breasts.

I glared at Gio in the mirror as he strutted across the room to pull open the glass shower door.

When he bent over and reached in to turn on the water, my head tipped to the side. Testicles really weren't attractive. They were just hanging there, swaying between his legs like sacs of flesh. How was that comfortable?

"Come on." Gio looked over his shoulder making me snap my eyes away from his nuts. "Get in."

"I'm not getting in there with you." Was he crazy?

"Get over your self-indulgent modesty and get in the fucking shower."

Self-indulgent? "How can modesty be self-indulgent?"

"The only person your nudity bothers is you." Gio explained. "I like looking at you. You're covering up because of your own pride. Making your modesty selfish. Hence self-indulgent."

Okay, he may have me there, but that didn't mean I was going to join him.

"Unless, of course, you're just scared?"

Oh, I was totally joining him.

"Fine." I conceded. "But don't think you're getting anymore of this."

I waved the hand I wasn't using to cover myself down the side of my body, which might've had more of an effect if I didn't smack my wrist on the counter.

God damnit.

Pretending it didn't bother me, I casually shook the ache out of my hand, rolled my shoulders back and stomped over.

Walking naked up to the wall of muscle that was Gio Mancini was intimidating to say the least, but I refused to show it. I had my pride after all. Though, that was kind of hard to hang onto when the strong asshole plucked me off the ground and placed me in the shower, like I weighed nothing. I knew I was small, I didn't his tall ass to remind me.

The second that spray hit my shoulders my entire body sighed and I forgot what I was angry about. Heat flowed through my tired bones, easing the ache tensing my muscles. It was probably one of the best feeling I'd experienced.

I didn't even mind when Gio stepped in and began scrubbing me down. I just sighed and lifted my chin to turn my face into the drops raining down while his fingers kneaded my flesh. It was nirvana and I was more than happy to float away. I let him push my arms down to my side and leaned back against him.

It was comfortable feeling his skin on mine while his hands roamed over me. Suds were slid down my sides, across my stomach, and up to my chest. It was like a hug that wrapped me up in silkiness and smelled like citrus. It was warm, like I've come home warm. Even the sound of Gio's voice purring in my ear.

"You like that?"

"Mmmm." I hummed and closed my eyes as his hand glided up the side of my neck.

"Spread your legs."

The thought of arguing didn't even cross my mind.

Gio's hand dipped down between my thighs, making me grimace as he lathered my tender flesh.

"Are you sore Gattina?"

I whimpered and nodded.

"Want me to make you feel better?"

"Yes." Wait…

It was too late. His finger swept over my clit, making my eyes fly open with a gasp.

"Gio…"

"Look at me." He twisted the hand he had on my neck, forcing me to look up at him. "I want to see your eyes when you come."

His finger dipped inside me, then swept back out to press on that bundle of nerves I was starting to hate. But I didn't fight him. I don't know why. His eyes had me trapped. Gio continued to play my body like a master and all I could do was watch as heat glimmered in the golden flecks of those jade orbs. He was getting off on me getting off.

It didn't take long for me to moan out in ecstasy. It wasn't a powerful orgasm. It was just enough to send a relaxing hum through my body.

"How do you do that?" I didn't mean to ask that out loud, but I was genuinely curious. How could he make me come so hard I couldn't breathe one minute, then just a little the next?

"I told you," he kissed the tip of my nose. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Again with the possessive crap. Really?

I rolled my eyes as he passed me a bottle of bodywash.

"My turn."

As tempted as I was to tell him to do it himself, I gave in. If I was washing him then he wasn't touching me. And he didn't say I couldn't use a barrier.

I snatched a black loofa that was hanging on the side of the shower, and squeezed some soap on it. it didn't take long for me to figure out where Gio got his addictive scent. When I lathered up his chest it filled the shower.

My hand raised to wash his neck and my eyes locked onto the scar on his chin.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Only if you want the answer."

That was fair.

"What happened to your mother?"

His eyes rolled down to mine. "Some men broke in the house and killed her."

Well, shit. Now I felt bad for him. I couldn't imagine loosing someone that way.

"Is that why there are so many guards here?"

"Partly."

I moved the loofa down and around his hip as a thought occurred to me. Gio didn't just lose his mother to violence, he lost his brother too. For the first time since all this started, I felt guilty for what Kato had done.

"Don't pity me Gattina." Gio grabbed a bottle of shampoo and stared to lather up my hair. "My hands aren't clean."

I lifted my gaze to his. "Neither are mine."

Something was off about Veda's date. I could've stopped her from leaving that night, and I didn't.

"What happened to your sister isn't your fault."

"I didn't say anything about my sister." He couldn't possibly know what I was thinking.

"No, but you get this look on your face when she's around. It's the same one you have now."

Gio didn't know me that well, did he? I thought back to what he had said. The words he used were picking at my mind.

"You said what happened to my sister."

"So?"

"Does that mean you think your brother did it?"

Silence passed between us and stretched on in thick waves while the shower rained down drops in soft splashes.

Gio's eyes darkened as his jaw ticked. Normally his hand would be around my throat but now, but he just glared down at me. By the time he finally did speak, I was ready to jump out of my skin.

"I don't know."