Ruthless Royalty, page 16
He finally turns to look at me, that cocky smirk playing on his lips. “Well, I’m yours, baby. I’ve been yours since you gave me shit the first day we met. I just didn’t know you claimed me already.”
The way he says it, so fucking casual, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, makes my heart skip a beat. This is him laying it all out there, no bullshit, no games.
And it’s everything I’ve wanted to hear.
But I’m not about to let him see that. I snort, shaking my head. “You were a pain in my ass the first day we met, Gio. You still are.”
He laughs, that deep, rumbling sound that does something to me every time. “Yeah, but you like it. Admit it.”
I narrow my eyes at him, even though I can feel the corner of my mouth twitching up in a smile. “Don’t push your luck.”
He reaches over, his hand sliding up my thigh, and it’s like his touch sets my skin on fire. “Oh, I’m pushing it, alright,” he says, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous tone that makes my stomach flip. “Because you and I both know how this ends.”
I shiver at the feel of his hand on me, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of my dress. He’s right; I do know how this ends. We’ve been circling each other for so long, it’s inevitable.
But there’s a part of me that still wants to fight, that doesn’t want to make it easy for him. I push his hand away, ignoring the way my body protests.
“You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” I challenge, trying to keep my voice steady.
Giovanni pulls his hand back, resting it on the gearshift, but I can feel his eyes on me. “I know you better than you think, you little brat. And I know you want this just as much as I do.”
There’s a weight to his words, a finality that makes my chest tighten. He’s not wrong. I do want this—I want him. But it scares the shit out of me, too, because wanting him means giving up control, and that’s not something I’m used to.
“Maybe I do,” I admit quietly, more to myself than to him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for you.”
He grins, sharp and predatory, like he’s just been handed the best fucking challenge of his life. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, babygirl.”
When we pull up outside his Suite, my heart skips a beat. The place is as imposing as ever, all dark stone and sharp edges, but tonight, it feels different. Tonight, it feels like the start of something I can’t quite put into words.
He kills the engine, but neither of us makes a move to get out. The silence stretches between us, heavy with all the things we haven’t said yet.
Finally, he turns to me, his eyes searching mine. “Last chance to back out, Kitten,” he says, his voice low and serious. “We both know what happens once you walk through that door.”
I meet his gaze, feeling a surge of defiance rise up in me. “I’m not going anywhere,” I say, and I mean it. Whatever this is, whatever happens next, I’m in it with him. All the way.
He studies me for a moment longer, like he’s trying to read something in my expression, then nods once.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice a little rough around the edges.
He gets out first, coming around to open my door, always the gentleman when he wants to be. I step out, my legs feeling like they’re made of lead, and he’s there, his hand at my back, guiding me toward the Suite like he’s leading me into some kind of fucking paradise.
Giovanni doesn’t say anything as he leads me further inside. The silence is thick, charged; but I can feel his resolve in the way he moves, in the way his grip tightens ever so slightly as we walk.
When we reach the living room, he finally turns to face me, his eyes locked onto mine. There’s something fierce in his gaze, something that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You know why I brought you here, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I know.”
“And you’re still here,” he says, more a statement than a question, but I can hear the underlying note of disbelief in his tone.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’m not going anywhere, Gio,” I say, meeting his gaze head-on. “I told you—I’m yours.”
For a moment, he just looks at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across his face—a dark, wicked smile that sends a thrill of anticipation through me.
“Damn right you are,” he says, his voice a low growl. “And I’m going to make sure you never fucking forget it.”
Before I can respond, he steps forward, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. His hands are on me in an instant, pulling me against him, his lips crashing down on mine with a force that takes my breath away.
The kiss is fierce, possessive, like he’s staking his claim all over again. And I’m more than happy to let him. I kiss him back just as hard, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more—needing more.
He growls low in his throat, his hands sliding down my back, gripping my hips as he pushes me up against the wall. The impact makes a soft thud, but I barely register it, too lost in the feel of him, the heat of his body against mine.
His hands slide down to my waist, and I can feel the hard planes of his body against mine, the heat of him searing through my clothes. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, losing myself in the taste of him, the feel of him.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Chiara,” he mutters against my lips, his breath hot on my skin.
I don’t get a chance to respond before he’s kissing me again, his hands sliding up my sides, fingers digging into my skin like he can’t get enough. And I can’t either. Every touch, every kiss, it’s like he’s branding me, marking me as his, and I want it—I want all of it.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard, the air between us charged with electricity. He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps.
“You ready for this, baby?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, but there’s no mistaking the intensity behind it. Giovanni usually takes what he wants, but the fact that he keeps confirming my choice lights me up from the inside.
I nod, swallowing hard as I try to catch my breath. “I’ve never been more ready.”
He smiles, that dark, wicked smile that makes my pulse race, and leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
The words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the anticipation building inside me, a heady mix of excitement and desire. I’ve never felt anything like this before—this raw, unfiltered need, this all-consuming fire that burns between us.
And I know, without a doubt, that there’s no turning back now.
I don’t say anything, because there’s nothing left to say. I made my choice, and there’s no going back now. Instead, I pull him down for another kiss, this one just as fierce, just as desperate as the last.
He lifts me off the ground, carrying me to the bedroom with ease, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I kiss him like my life depends on it. When we reach the bed, he lays me down gently, his hands roaming over my body, setting my skin on fire with every touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”
I reach up, cupping his face in my hands, pulling him down to kiss me again. “You’re wrong,” I whisper against his lips. “We deserve each other.”
He kisses me slow and deep, like he’s trying to memorize the taste of me. As he undresses me, his hands are gentle, reverent, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he’s not careful. But I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.
I don’t regret it. Not a single fucking thing.
Moving off the bed, I watch as he takes off his jeans and boxer briefs; the clink of his belt sending a thrill right through me. His eyes never leave mine and I can feel myself combusting at the look in them … like I’m nothing but prey for him to devour.
He strokes his cock and my mouth waters at the sight. His cock is thick and veiny, curved just right that I know it will hit all those yummy spots inside of me. God, no wonder he’s so damn arrogant, his dick is perfect.
“Come here, Kitten,” he says, holding out his hand to me and I get off the bed to take it. He draws his hand toward my throat, grips it, and pulls me down to a kneeling position.
I don’t have to ask him anything; I know how he wants me.
He strokes my hair with one hand and his cock with the other as I peer up at him, that smirk never leaving his face.
“You look so good on your knees,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair. “Open up and worship your king, baby.”
A shiver runs up my spine at his words, and I can do nothing but obey. I take his cock in my hand and lick him from base to tip, feeling him shudder above me. Something tells me that Gio isn’t the type of man who likes to be teased, so I open my mouth, drop my tongue and take him all the way.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat and I gag, but I push past my gag reflex to take in more of him. He grips my hair and sucks in a breath through his teeth, guiding my mouth down his shaft in a fast rhythm.
“Your mouth is heaven, baby,” he murmurs, the grip on my hair tightening. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
The feel of his velvet cock inside of my mouth, coupled with the filthy sounds he’s making, has my core clenching around nothing. I open my eyes to look up at him, finding nothing but animalistic desire on his face.
With my hands on his thighs, I feel him tensing up, but as much as I want to taste him, I need to feel him throbbing inside of me more. So, I unlatch myself from his cock and peer up at him.
“Look at you,” he says with a smirk, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “My perfect little slut. Do you need my cock, baby?”
Fuck this man and knowing what I like even before I do.
I nod and his hand is at my throat again as he guides me to my feet before he lays me down on the bed again. He’s looking at me with that same predatory gaze as before when he settles in between my legs.
Giovanni’s hands and lips move over my body, and I let myself get lost in him, in the heat and the intensity that only he can bring out in me.
“I’m going to mark this pretty pussy as mine, Kitten,” he says while giving me biting kisses towards my chest. “Need you to feel me all day tomorrow.”
I arch my back when his mouth covers one of my nipples, suckling it while he rolls the other one underneath his thumb and pinching it hard. I can’t help the way I grind my hips against his abs; my clit needing fucking friction.
“Patience, baby,” he groans, then he flips up over so I’m on top.
I gasp. “Gio … Wait—”
“I’m not fucking waiting. Every part of you is mine to worship,” he growls and tightens his grip on my thighs. “I’ve wanted this cunt on my face since I went down on my knees for it. Now, move, baby.”
My eyes widen and my cheeks warm at the order, but I can’t bring myself to stop moving towards his face. He grins up at me as he watches me grab the headboard, then he licks a hot strip right up my slit.
“Oh … Fuck—”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, biting the inside of my thigh. “Don’t just sit pretty; ride my face, baby. Think about all those times I pissed you off, and use me.”
I look down at him, his hazel eyes shining with such possession that I feel my face heating up even more. Fuck, I’ve never had to ride someone’s face before, so how do I…
I grind down on his waiting mouth and feel him groaning against my pussy, flattening his tongue. Gripping the headboard, I swallow deeply and think of all the times Gio pissed me off these past few weeks—then I let go.
He tightens his hold on my thighs when I move my hips and I shudder at the sensation of his tongue working circles around the sensitive nub. I feel him slipping two fingers inside of me and I move my hips faster, chasing the orgasm that’s slowly building.
The cold bite of his signet ring makes me throw my head back, and I’m not letting the sounds I’m making hinder me. I cry out at the way I use his tongue to continuously drag through my folds; teasing my clit, biting it gently until I’m shaking and clamping his head with my thighs.
Fuck, how is he so good at this even when I’m on top?
“At least… fuck, at least I can get you to shut up this way,” I joke and feel him gently bite down on my clit. “Gio!”
“Babygirl, you might be on top, but you still need my tongue,” he says, then his hold on my hips tightens and he lifts me up and flips us around so he’s on top. “Fuck it, I can’t wait anymore.”
Then he slams so hard inside of me that my vision blurs.
“Oh, God—”
“God? Baby, I’m the only one you should be calling on right now,” he says with a grin, his eyes glazed over as he thrusts inside of me.
I can’t even bring myself to roll my eyes at that cocky sentence because he has my eyes rolling for a completely different reason. His hand moves to my throat again and his fingers squeeze my pulse.
“No one else gets to own you like I do, Chiara,” he growls, his hips snapping hard against me and I grip the covers as the moans slip from my mouth. “Tell me again who you belong to.”
I move my hands from his shoulders to his hair, pulling his face down toward mine. “I belong to you, but you better not forget who owns you, either.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look at me with pride like Giovanni does, and a slow smirk forms on his lips.
“Damn right,” he says with a grin and moves his hand from my throat to my clit, rubbing slow circles around it as he fucks me hard.
My back arches from the bed, and my breath hitches with every claim he lays to my body. Everything else fades away and the only thing I’m focused on is the sensation of his cock filling me.
“I can’t hear you, baby,” he growls. “I need you loud … Give me those fucking moans.”
The sounds our bodies make as they meet can probably be heard all around his Suite, but I find that I don’t give a damn at that moment.
Giovanni Basile is mine in every fucking way possible.
My walls start to clench around him and he groans loudly, leaning back to slip one of my legs over his shoulder. I cry out when I feel him hitting the perfect spot to make me see stars, and when his fingers start working on my clit, my breath hitches…
Then my entire body fucking splinters under him.
“Good fucking girl; always so damn perfect,” he growls, gripping my thighs and picking up his pace. “God, this cunt was made for me … driving me fucking wild, baby.”
He continues to whisper incoherent, filthy words while my vision swims into focus. His muscles tense, and he lets out a low groan when I feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Falling forward, he crashes his lips to mine.
When he breaks off our kiss, he draws his forehead to mine and we try to catch our breaths. My body is boneless beneath him and when he pulls out, I let out a whimper while still clenching around nothing.
“You’re perfect when you’re under me, exactly where you belong,” he says, and I open my eyes to look at him when he sits back on his haunches. I watch as he looks between my legs at his cum dripping out of me, then my face flares up when he pushes it back inside.
“Gio—!”
“Your pussy looks pretty with my cum inside it, Kitten,” he purrs and bites his bottom lip. “Need to fill you up more, though. This wasn’t close to being enough.”
My eyes widen when he thrusts inside of me again, his cock still impossibly hard, then he turns us around so I’m on top.
He pistons upwards and I gasp. “Your turn, Mia Regina. Show me how much you own me.”
GIOVANNI
My body feels heavy, a pleasant ache reminding me of everything that happened last night. Chiara’s curled up beside me, her dark hair splayed out across the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she sleeps.
She looks peaceful, almost innocent, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. But I know better. I know the fire that burns inside her, the same fire that drew me to her in the first place. And as I watch her sleep, a cold realization settles in my chest.
She’s going to be my weakness.
Weakness is something I can’t afford, not out there in the real world. Not once we leave Willow Bridge. My enemies would take one look at her and know exactly where to strike. But fuck, even knowing that, I can’t make myself pull away. She’s mine now, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take her from me.
A part of me wants to wake her up, to tell her that this—whatever this is—can’t happen. That it’s too dangerous for both of us. But then she stirs, her hand reaching out to touch me in her sleep, and the thought of letting her go feels like a fucking knife to the gut.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, the sound cutting through the quiet. I reach over, careful not to wake Chiara, and glance at the screen. The number flashing across it makes my heart drop.
My father.
Fuck, I was wondering when he’d call. After yesterday, someone was bound to have told him I was flaunting Dmitri Mikhailov’s step-daughter as mine.
I untangle myself from Chiara, moving slowly so I don’t wake her, and slip out of bed. My heart pounds in my chest as I walk to the balcony, the cool morning air hitting my skin as I step outside. I close the door behind me before answering the call.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice low.
“Giovanni,” my father’s voice snaps through the line, cold and biting as always. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I grit my teeth, already feeling the anger rise. “I’m handling things.”
“You’re handling things?” He scoffs, and I can practically see the sneer on his face. “By chasing after Dmitri’s stepdaughter? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
