7. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Dominic

Gianna's hand is tight in mine as we climb the club's stairs to the VIP room.

I've been watching the floor all night, so I know no one else is in there.

I'm surprised at Gianna's bold move, but I'm glad she made it. I might have followed through on my decision not to see her again, for Will's sake, if she hadn't handed me her tiny pair of underwear.

There's no way I'm turning down this open invitation.

Stepping into the room, the loud music from the dance floor is barely audible. This room was designed to be soundproof. There's a full wall made of glass, but it's one-way mirror glass. So we can see out, but no one can see in.

Inside the room is a velvet couch and some throw pillows. There's also a small fridge in here which I know they fill up with alcohol every day.

Leading Gianna into the room, I make sure that the door is locked behind us. The one thing that would ruin the mood now would be some douchebag bartender bringing a drunk girl up here and walking in on us naked.

I turn the light down to be so dim that I can just make out Gianna's curves.

I bring her to me and kiss her, biting down on her bottom lip. She gasps and that's all it takes to push me over the edge. I already know that she's not wearing underwear, so that's one less step to worry about.

I push her up against the wall and kneel in front of her, lifting the bottom of her dress over my head.

Opening her lips, I softly lick her first, waiting for the first moan before thrusting my tongue into her opening. Gianna moans again and squeezes her thighs together on either side of my head. I keep going just until she's wet enough for me, although she was halfway there before I even began.

I stand up and kiss her neck, biting softly as I make my way down her neck and slip her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. I suckle each one as Gianna runs her hands through my hair, calling out my name.

"Tell me what you want." I growl into her ear, nibbling on the lobe as I do.

"I want you to fuck me." Gianna moans. "Reaper," she whimpers.

I pull back and look at her. How does she know my business name and why does the sound of her saying it make my cock leap to attention, ready to burst.

She smiles slyly at me. "What? It's your name, isn't it?"

I smile a little at her, trying to sort out how I'm feeling. "Yes, but never in the bedroom."

"This isn't a bedroom," she says coyly, reaching between us to touch my straining cock, trapped behind my slacks.

"I can't argue with that," I agree. I lean closer to her and whisper in her ear, "No one calls me that but business partners and the men I'm hunting down to kill. It's not yours to use."

She pouts a little, a flash of real anger in her emerald eyes for a moment. "Fine," she says petulantly. "But you can't stop me from thinking of it when I look at you."

The rest of her dress slips down her hips as I stand in front of her and unbuckle my pants. She starts on the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers are frantic, grabbing at my skin in between each button.

Gianna places her lips on my upper chest, moving down with her tongue. As she reaches my lower abdomen, I pull her up. I want to enjoy myself fully inside her, and that might not happen if I let that pretty little mouth wrap around my cock again.

Moving her over to the deep couch in the room, I lay her down and reach over to my pants, looking for a condom, playing with her clit as I do so. Gianna lays still, allowing my hands to roam over her as they please, moaning with pleasure.

"Shit."

"What's wrong?" Gianna breathes. "What happened?"

"Nothing." I try to calm her, stroking her clit slower and more purposefully. "There are no condoms."

"That's fine." Her voice is scratchy, I can tell she wants me, and if we have to stop now, I'm going to be more than pissed off. "I'm on birth control."

I look down at her naked body, ready and waiting for me to ravage it. I don't like to play around with protection, but I don't think I'm strong enough to walk out of this room now. Just like I wasn't during our first tryst.

"Dominic!" Gianna's voice is desperate. I love the way she says my name. "It'll be fine. Please, fuck me." The pleading tone in her voice calls to my cock like a siren song.

I remember her screaming as she squirted all over my dick the night before far too clearly.

I don't need any more encouragement, moving my body to be over hers and slowly entering her as she arches her back to meet me. "Ah, yes." I find a rhythm easily, and she's soon rocking her hips to meet mine.

Gianna calls out my name more and more and faster as she gets closer to climaxing, and I can't keep my own moans quiet. I know that no one can hear us from outside, but at this point, I wouldn't care even if they could.

I can tell Gianna is close to coming, but I need to be inside her for a bit longer. I pull out and sit down at her feet.

"No! What are you doing?"

Instead of answering her, I pull her up to sit on top of me, lowering her onto my cock. Her breasts rub against my chest as she wastes no time bouncing up and down on me. I gently guide her hips and kiss her full chest.

Gianna's hands are back in my hair, then on my shoulders, and finally, she pauses with them on my chest, digging her nails into me.

I grip onto her lower back and let her go at her own pace to find her orgasm. She comes with a loud moan, throwing her head back. I catch her, kissing her soft stomach as she shakes through the waves of pleasure.

As she comes back up to a sitting position, I smile at her. "That's orgasm number one." She's breathing heavily as I take her over to the glass wall, pushing her up so that her voluptuous breasts are pressed against it.

"They can't see you," I whisper into her ear, in case she's the shy type.

"Let them watch and be jealous." She laughs, and I smile. Lifting one leg up slightly, I enter her from behind, letting her watch the dancing bodies below her while she moans again.

I press my own chest against her back and my forehead on the glass above her head, thrusting deeper each time I enter her.

I hear Gianna's breathing pace quicken, and her moans get louder. She's about to come again, but before she can, I switch positions, turning her to face me. "Number two," I whisper to her as she comes again, clutching my hair and biting into my shoulder.

"I don't think I can go for number three," Gianna replies, a weak smile on her face.

I laugh and kiss her. Picking her up, I carry her over to the large pillows scattered on the floor. This will be the final one, so it may as well be the best one.

I give her a moment to breathe, letting her stroke my cock as she lies back over one of the huge pillows, her legs wrapped around me. "I'm impressed by your stamina."

She giggles. I don't reply, taking her strong voice as a sign that she's ready again.

Helping her stand up, I turn her around and bend her over. I only have to move her hips up slightly for them to be perfectly in line with my own. Taking her from behind again, I don't hold back now, pushing deep into her, holding onto her hips to steady me as I drive my own hips faster and faster toward hers.

Our bodies are moving together, hard and fast. I'm about to reach climax myself, but I want Gianna to be there too, so I slip my hand under her hips and massage her clit while inside her.

That does the trick, and as she gasps and grips the edges of the pillow, I feel myself come inside her. The release is so good.

Gianna's body has done something strange to me—I can't remember when sex was this good with anyone.

We stay there for a few moments, with Gianna bent over and me holding her hips, until I stand up and slowly pull out of her. She moans as I do this, and I laugh softly.

Her body is so soft and sensitive. It makes it so much more enjoyable to pleasure her. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I stretch out my arms and find my clothes, dressing myself in a corner of the room.

Gianna gets dressed too, and I turn the lights all the way up for her to check her make up in the mirror.

We straighten up the room and I wipe the window with a tissue from Gianna's bag. We don't talk much as we're clearing the room, and I can't help but wonder what Gianna is thinking. I don't ask her, because one thing I've learned in my life is that sometimes it's best not to have answers.

As I open the door, I tell Gianna to wait so I can make sure the coast is clear.

"People saw us coming in here, Dom," she reasons. "I don't think it matters now who sees us leaving."

"I just think it'll be best if no one sees us coming out." I check, and it's clear, so I let her out of the room.

Before she can start down the stairs, though, I grab her arm and pull her back. "Gianna, we cannot do this again. There is a clear attraction between us, and this was amazing, but we can't keep doing this. Your brother will kill me. He's right. I'm no good for you or anyone like you."

"Uh, yeah, sure." She looks uncomfortable, so I release her and watch as she walks down the stairs and out of the club without looking back once.