18. Sal

Gia's wordssend my blood from cold to raging hot in less than a second.

"Oh yeah?" I rumble. My fingers find her opening and I press inside, feeling how wet she was thinking about me. "And what were you thinking about?"

"You. Inside me. How you'd feel when you stretch me," she whispers.

Her eyes glide shut as I slowly pulse in and out of her.

"That's what you dream about when you have alone time, Gia Rossi?"

"Yes," she gasps.

My thumb brushes her clit. "Then I think we could make that dream a reality."

I withdraw my hand and stand back. "On your hands and knees, Gia."

"Sal," she whispers, her eyes wide. "Dino is probably listening."

"Dino's gone," I murmur.

I sent him away while she was in the shower. I didn't want to talk to him more than was absolutely necessary.

I am mad at him.

And Marco.

And myself, if I'm being honest. For me to just not realize that my brother had twins?

It's sloppy.

I'm not sloppy. I make it a point to know everything about everyone, so situations like this don't happen.

So no, I didn't talk to Dino long. We discussed a plan to leave Ireland, and that was it. Somehow, we need to sneak back out of here without flagging Interpol or the Irish mafia.

It wasn't a great conversation. Tired, angry, I'd been happy to find Gia partially naked as she sat on my brother's bed.

I'm angry with myself, I'm angry with Marco.

And I need her right now.

Gia's eyes narrow for one second before she complies with my request. The towel falls away and she gets on her hands and knees.

Like a good girl.

The sweet, tender lovemaking that I wanted on the yacht is over.

I need her.

She needs me.

And this is going to be fucking great.

"You liked being spanked, didn't you?" I say as I caress the globes of her ass.

"No," Gia automatically says.

I smack her lightly, and we both shudder. "Good girls don't lie, Gia," I whisper.

"I'm not lying."

I smack again, and my fingers trail through her moisture. "Oh. I think you very much are lying. Feel how wet you are, Gia."

"I'm not…" she gasps.

My fingers press inside her, and my hand smacks her ass. I can feel her clench around me, but more importantly, I can feel her soak my hand.

Jesus Christ.

I'm not going to last long.

I need to make sure that Gia comes once before I give her what she wants.

"You like it, Gia," I purr. I pull my fingers out and kneel behind her on the bed, tossing my shirt onto the floor as I go. I unbuckle my pants, pulling them down to my knees and I release myself.

With one hand, I slap her ass again.

With the other, I grip myself.

"Sal," she moans, bucking back. I release my cock and press fingers inside her again, this time leaving my thumb to press against her clit.

"Yes?"

"I…" she gasps.

I start to pump my fingers. "I know, Gia. You were hoping you'd get my cock. Is that right?"

She nods.

Smack. "You will, baby. But first, you're going to come for me."

"I… I'm not…"

Smack. "Yes, you can. You can and you will," I whisper as I rub her clit with my thumb.

Hard.

Combined with the handprint I put on her perfect flesh, it sends her over the edge. Gia gasps and shudders, her channel squeezing my fingers with so much force it makes my eyes roll back in my head.

Jesus. I need her.

I'm going to be inside her.

The thought almost makes me spill before I'm even there.

I rear back and position myself at her entrance. I press slightly inside. Just a tiny bit.

Just to see what it feels like.

We both groan.

"Sal," Gia whimpers. She bucks back, trying to take more of me. "Sal, please," she begs.

I can't wait to give her what she wants.

The sensation of Gia wrapped around me is… indescribable. She's so hot. She's so wet. I don't think I've been inside a woman bare…

I freeze.

I haven't ever had a woman like this before.

With the most restraint that I've ever had in my entire life, I pull out of her.

Gia looks over her shoulder. "What?"

"Goddamn it," I murmur. "I don't have protection."

"It's fine. I have the shot," Gia pants. "Just fuck me, Sal."

Well.

I can't deny her that.

And, I can't deny that the idea of being inside her bare…

It makes me shudder with happiness.

I wrap one of my hands over her shoulder, bracing myself for what I'm about to do. "You want it that bad, Gia?"

"Yes," she practically shrieks.

Well.

I can't deny her that.

I press inside her. "Jesus Christ, Gia," I grit.

"Fuck," she breathes. "You're so big."

I freeze. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Fine. Just… Give me a second, okay?"

I don't think I have a second.

But, I do my best. When Gia nods, I know that she's okay.

I brace my hands on her hips. Slowly, I start to move.

Oh god.

"Fuck, Gia you're so tight".

"I need your eyes cara mia,".

She turns and looks over her shoulder her brown eyes lock with mine.

Without taking my eyes off hers, I withdraw my cock all the way out and then I slowly slip into her, "Sal…" she whimpers.

"You can do this baby; you can have all of me".

With that I feel her get wetter and she bucks into me.

"Oh…". We both moan.

I'm never going to be able to fuck anyone else again. The way Gia holds me as I move inside her?

It's incredible.

I've never felt like this before. Gia's body is more than just perfect. It's like we fit in ways I never imagined possible.

Like she's made for me.

"Gia," I breathe, moving faster. Her ass makes a satisfying sound as it slaps against my thighs.

All she can do is give me a garbled sound in return.

I pick up the pace. I'm not going to last long. However, I'm also not going to come unless Gia comes with me.

I can feel the edges of the orgasm across my back. Quickly, I loop an arm under Gia's torso, pulling her up. Her back is pressed against my front, and her face is now next to mine.

"Fuck, Sal," she pants.

"You're going to come for me, Gia," I growl. "When I tell you, you're going to come."

"Sal, I can't…"

I use one of my hands to snake down her chest and press against her clit. "Yes, you will."

"Sal…"

My spine tingles. I capture her face in a fierce kiss as I continue to slam inside of her.

I break the kiss and press my thumb against her clit.

Hard.

"Now, Gia. Come for me, my good girl," I whisper in her mouth.

When she screams her release, my body explodes.

I capture Gia's lips with mine, swallowing her frantic shriek. It keeps me from shouting as well as the orgasm rips through me. My back bows as I pump into her, releasing jet after jet of my thick release into her body.

Fuck.

It's so insanely satisfying. I've never felt such pure joy during an orgasm as I do now.

I don't pull out.

The vision of Gia, marked by my release…

I gently try to lean both of us down without pulling away from her. We lay, panting, on the tiny twin bed.

My feet hang off the end.

"Okay. I underestimated the bed," Gia finally whispers.

"What?"

"I thought it was going to break if we fucked on it."

I laugh into her hair. "It held up."

"It held up," she repeats.

We lay there, on top of the covers, our hearts slowly moving from a race to a steady thud.

"Aren't you going to… you know," she wiggles her butt.

I'm still inside her, and the motion makes me harden again. "No, Gia."

"Oh. Okay. But why?"

I bite gently on her neck.

"Because I like marking you as mine," I growl.

She tenses, and I want to kick myself for saying it.

Too much, Sal. You're going to make her panic again.

"It's a little primal, don't you think?"

Her voice is light. Like she's trying not to panic.

That reassures me.

"You make me primal, Gia."

"Is it weird that I kind of like it?"

I laugh. Slowly, I pull out and grab the discarded towel, cleaning her up. "No, Gia, its not weird."

She turns. "It's not?"

"Of course not. Because, you want to know a secret?"

"Always."

"I like it too."

* * *

We sleep,after washing off in the pathetic excuse for a shower. Gia's naked in my arms, and when I wake up, I cautiously open the little bedroom door.

Dino left clothes for us outside.

I gather them quickly, then head back to where Gia's sleeping. "Looks like Dino's a little less useless than we thought."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she murmurs as she looks at her pile of clothing.

I have to laugh.

Dino brought her the ugliest clothing imaginable. It's a shapeless dress that might be made from some kind of wool or linen, but it looks like it was made by hand by someone who had never made cloth before in their life.

"It's clean?" I say with a smirk.

Gia gets the awful sack of clothing over her head, then looks down. "Did he steal this from the eighteen hundreds?" she flops her hands down at her sides. "I look ridiculous."

"Gia. You could wear a burlap sack and it would look sexy."

"Well this is pretty darn close," she rumbles.

My clothes are a little better. Uncomfortable pants that definitely do look like he stole them from some kind of historical reenactment, or maybe a theater.

"What the hell, Dino?" I sigh, looking down at my clothes.

Gia shakes her head. "Utterly ridiculous."

She flounces to the little bathroom, and I sit on the bed. My mind is whirling with everything that's going on.

It's almost too much to process.

If what Dino said is true, then we do definitely need to leave. Interpol won't like us sniffing around their witness. More than that, it's clear to me that something else is going on with them.

Something that makes my heart clench with fear.

Plus, what I told Gia last night is still accurate. Marco's location isn't unknown anymore. He's here. He's going to be here. For the time being, Marco is safe.

At least we know that.

How Interpol is planning on keeping him safe from the underworld is… beyond me. Clearly, they have some kind of plan. Otherwise, they wouldn't have put him here…

Unless it really is in the plan to just screw him over and let him die once the testimony is done.

I put my head in my hands. I have more immediate problems to deal with than worrying about whether or not Marco is being set up as Interpol's straw man.

We need to get back. We need to figure out how to smooth things over with the Russians. We need to find a way to keep Interpol off our backs.

And why they would resort to something less than legal to kill us.

That's the only thing that bothers me about the Interpol theory. Technically, they're not allowed to assassinate people. That's not to say that they do or don't conduct questionably legal activities on a routine basis, but they're not allowed to.

If they're behind the bombing in Amsterdam… that would be new.

And definitely not a good thing.

"Ready?" I say to Gia as she comes out of the bathroom. She looks beautiful, even in the terrible dress.

She sighs. "I guess."

We leave the small bedroom. Dino is waiting at the kitchen table. He gives me a look that tells me he knows exactly what we were up to last night, and I return it.

Wisely, he nods. "Glad to see you got the clothes."

"These are terrible," Gia blurts. "Where did you steal them from?"

"A theater."

Oh. Well that explains it. "We need to leave this town."

Dino nods. "Yeah. I know."

"Any ideas?"

He gives me an infuriating bob of his head. "Some."

"Some?"

"Yeah Sal. You're not the only De Luca who has some kind of intelligence. I have some ideas about how to get us all the hell out of here."

I can practically feel Gia radiating fury, and I raise my eyebrows at him. "Okay. Well. Care to share?"

Dino settles back in the chair and narrows his eyes at me. "How did you get here? Can you take the same way out as you came in?"

I shake my head. The yacht had to leave shortly after delivering us here. Not only could I not risk it being found in the harbor, but I didn't want to risk my family finding out about my secret empire.

Secrets, apparently, are a pretty big part of our family dynamic.

"How did you get here?"

"I have my ways," Dino says airily.

Oh for the love of God. "You used to squeal if Mom so much as caught you taking a cookie before dinner."

"People change, brother."

I guess they do. "So, Dino. Do you have some kind of brilliant plan for getting Gia and I, and yourself, out of Ireland?"

"Tourists," Dino says with a smirk. "You two are going to go as tourists to Belfast. Then, you're going to get right back on whatever method of transportation you took here. Or you're going to hop a cheap flight to Scotland. There's a weird issue with customs between Ireland, Belfast, and Scotland."

"Belfast is part of the United Kingdom," I say slowly. "So we'll be able to get across without the Interpol checkpoint."

"Bingo," Dino smiles.

Gia glances between us. "How long do we have to pose as tourists for?"

Dino shrugs. "To make it really believable? About a week. If you can somehow get a passport stamp for your entry date, then it would look legit."

That it would. "I can handle the stamp."

Gia arches an eyebrow at me. "Really?"

"Yes." I'll need a printer, and there's only one of those in Ireland that I'm aware of. In Dublin.

Which means back in the crappy rental car, and back to the big city.

Where the Irish mafia run the underworld with an iron fucking fist.

Gia looks between us. "Sal?"

"I can do the stamp. But we need to get to Dublin."

Her face falls, then hardens. She looks at Dino. "You're going to get me some better clothes, you ingrate. Then, Sal and I, going to Dublin."

Dino snickers.

And I roll my eyes at the two of them.

* * *

We aren't morethan a mile down the road when Gia turns to me. "Let's go to the castle."

Gia's words jolt me out of my driving mode. "What?"

She points to a sign. "Look, that means castle, right?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"Let's go."

"Gia, we need to get to the printer in Dublin… "

"Come on. We're supposed to be tourists. Why don't we tour a little?" she grins at me.

Damn it.

I can't deny Gia anything.

The car protests as I turn when indicated, the road getting more and more bumpy as we follow it. Eventually, the castle emerges out of the gloomy sky.

When we park, Gia is all smiles. "Let's go!"

I follow her meekly.

She follows all the paths, stopping at each little sign.

"Okay. I admit. This is kind of cool," Gia says with a laugh.

"I thought you grew up in Italy?"

"Yeah but our castles are different. And I didn't live in Italy for that long."

"It still impresses me that Elio speaks with an accent and you don't."

"Admit it, De Luca," she smirks at me. "You think I'm impressive."

Looking at her, with the castle in the background, I smile.

I can't help it.

"You're goddamn right I do."