Ruthless Royalty, page 29
I keep the gun against his head, my eyes locked on his. My heart is pounding, adrenaline rushing through me, but I force myself to stay calm, to stay in control.
I reach out with my free hand, brushing my fingers lightly across his jaw, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if savoring the touch. Then, I smirk as an idea comes to me.
“Who would’ve thought? The mighty Giovanni Basile on his knees … right where he belongs,” I say with a smirk, tilting my head to the side. “All that power, all that ruthlessness, and yet here you are … mine to command.”
He grins, and his hazel eyes flash with pride. “I’ll kneel for you whenever you want, Kitten,” he says, his voice low. “I’ll fucking worship you for the rest of my life, Mia Regina.”
“Then take off my jeans,” I order, and his eyes widen. I watch as he swallows deeply before popping the buttons on my jeans and sliding it down. “My panties, too.”
His eyes snap to mine, uncertainty slipping into his features, but I push the gun harder against his head. He seems to take this as me being okay with this and slides my underwear down.
“Such a good boy, Giovanni, just like I knew you’d be,” I purr and trace the barrel of the Beretta along his jawline.
I revel in the way he grits his teeth, struggling against the satisfaction the praise brings. It’s as if he’s fighting the urge to both hate and love how it feels to hear those words from me.
Hmm, my babe has a praise kink he didn’t even know about?
I kick my clothes away, raise my leg and place it over his shoulder, watching the way his eyes darken. “Use your mouth on me the only way you know how, Basile. Please your queen.”
GIOVANNI
Itold her to come to me and take what she needs when she feels ready, I just didn’t think this would be how she would take her power back.
I’m kneeling in front of her; the power dynamic between us flipped in a way I never thought I’d allow, and I feel an unfamiliar heat crawling up my neck.
Good boy.
My jaw tightens as I fight the urge to react, to give her any indication that those two little words have any effect on me. But I can feel it—this fucked-up, unwelcome thrill that shoots through me, a need I didn’t know existed.
I don’t kneel to anyone, and I sure as hell don’t get off on being praised like some obedient lapdog.
But as her fingers slide through my hair, her touch light and teasing, I feel this twisted heat coil in my gut. I want to fight it, to shove that feeling down and bury it deep where it can’t touch me.
Yet, there’s something in the way she looks at me—like she’s figured me out, cracked open a part of me I didn’t even know existed. It’s fucking infuriating, and it’s thrilling in a way that makes me want to rip my own hair out.
I hate how much I want to hear it again, how much I crave that fucking approval from her. I’ve always been the one in charge, the one who dictates how things go, but now … now I’m on my knees, and she’s the one holding the leash.
“Is that what you think, Chiara?” I murmur, my voice rough, laced with the tension I’m trying to suppress. “You think I’m your good boy?”
The smirk on her lips tells me she knows exactly what’s happening inside my head. She’s exploiting the fuck out of this, pushing me further than anyone ever has.
And the worst part? I’m fucking loving it.
“I know you are, baby. Don’t fight it,” she whispers, caressing my cheek. “You know you like it.”
My chest tightens, my breath coming faster as I try to convince myself she’s wrong, that I don’t like this, that I’m not the kind of man who needs to be told he’s good, who needs to be praised. But then she says it again, her voice low and intoxicating, and I can feel myself unraveling.
“You like this, don’t you?” she says, her voice full of that infuriating confidence. “You like being on your knees for me.”
That sends another jolt through me, but instead of pushing back, I lean into it, letting my hands slide up her legs, watching as her breath hitches just slightly.
“You may have me on my knees, Micetta, but never forget who made you queen.”
She leans down, her fingers brushing through my hair, and I fight the urge to close my eyes, to lean into her touch. This is supposed to feel wrong, degrading even, but all I can think about is how right it feels.
“Oh, I remember well. Now, shut the fuck up and let me use that tongue as my throne,” she urges, bringing her sweet cunt towards my face. “Be a good boy for me, Giovanni.”
Fuck.
I close my eyes, the sound of her praise echoing in my mind, and I know I’m done for. This woman has me by the throat, and there’s no going back. I’m Giovanni Basile, and for the first time in my life, I’m someone’s good boy. And God help me, I want more.
I grip her hips and flatten my tongue against her pussy, licking a hot strip up her cunt and groaning.
God, she’s wet already; the power has her dripping for me.
She grips my hair, that barrel still pressed against the side of my head. Flicking and swirling my tongue around her clit, I slip two fingers inside her, knowing how much she loves to feel my rings against her pussy. I forgot how sweet she tastes, how eating her cunt used to be my favourite fucking thing.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her hold on my hair tightening. “Just like that … Oh, that feels so, so good…”
I tighten my grip on her hip with one hand while curling my fingers inside of her with the other and branding her pussy with my tongue. She grinds against my face, my cock twitching painfully with the sounds she makes and aching to be inside of her.
Despite the way we’ve ended up, I can’t help but feel fucking proud of her. She’s using me to take her power back, and I am willingly letting her do it. I am so fucking gone for this woman, it should be pathetic.
But, God, I love the way she owns me.
I feel her walls starting to clench around my fingers and swirl my tongue faster. She still has the Beretta pressed against my temple, and for some fucked up reason, I want her to keep it there when she comes for me.
Fuck, she’s causing all my hidden kinks to come out of the woodwork.
Her grinding picks up and so does my tongue … then she breaks so fucking beautifully that I can feel the pre-cum dripping down my dick.
Sucking gently on her clit, I let her ride out her orgasm; the hand holding the Beretta dropping as she convulses above me. When I feel like she’s done, I let go of her pussy and peer up at her.
She looks down at me, wearing a dreamy smile, before removing her leg from my shoulder. By now, I would have thrown her onto the carpet and fucked her within an inch of her life, but I know she needs to lead tonight.
“Such a good boy for me, Giovanni,” she murmurs again, her voice dripping with satisfaction, and this time, I don’t fight it. I let the words wash over me, a shudder running through me as her praise sinks in.
“What’s the next move, Kitten?” I say, hating the way my voice shakes, the way I can’t keep the need out of it. “You gonna keep me on my knees all night, or are you planning on doing something with that gun?”
She tilts her head, her eyes locking onto mine with a knowing smile. “Lay back for me, baby,” she purrs, her voice dripping with condescension and sweet, sweet control.
A low growl escapes my throat, but it’s not one of anger—it’s pure fucking need. I don’t just want this; I crave it. Crave the way she makes me feel like I’m hers, completely and utterly at her mercy.
I lay flat on my back and she lowers herself down onto my cock, and I nearly fucking lift from the floor.
But then she pushes me back and holds the gun against my forehead and shakes her head. “This isn’t for you, Gio. You told me to take what I need when I’m ready, now I’m doing it. You don’t get to come until I say so. Got it?”
Before I can answer, she starts to ride my dick like she’s been starved for it, and I can do nothing but tighten my hold on her hips. My cock is throbbing, that first sliver of need shooting up my spine and causing my balls to draw up.
Fuck.
I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, but it’s been months since I’ve been inside her, and—
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare,” she says in time as she slams down on top of me. She’s moving her hips just how I like, and I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.
“Chiara … baby, I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” she says, her voice low and commanding. “You don’t get to come yet.”
“Fuck!” I groan, throwing my head back and biting my lip so hard that I can taste blood. God, she’s way too good at this; knows my body better than I do with the way she’s grinding on me.
With the way I’m holding onto her thighs, I’m sure to leave bruises tomorrow. But I think that’s what she wants; she may own me but she wants to see my marks on her. She wants to know I was here.
God, her moans are pushing me over the edge. Her pretty pussy is so tight and absolutely dripping for me, that I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.
“Please … Chiara, please let me come,” I beg, feeling the walls of her cunt starting to grip me. “Please, baby. I can’t … I don’t know if I can keep this up.”
My eyes shoot open when I feel her removing the Beretta from my forehead, and I hear it clattering on the floor. She’s looking down at me with this soft expression that can only be described as pride.
“I know you can do it,” she says quietly, as she continues to fuck me.
“I can’t … I’m…shit, baby, please let me come… please…” I trail off, ignoring the mortification the begging is making me feel. I’ve never begged anyone before, never had to bow my nape in subservience. But Chiara—
“You’ve already been so good for me, just wait until I … Oh, God—!”
She screams my name and her pussy squeezes the life out of me, but I’m a fucking goner. I fall right over with her and come harder than I ever have before; emptying myself inside of her sweet cunt with her name on my lips.
CHIARA
I’m laying in Giovanni’s arms, completely boneless, my body still humming from what just happened.
It feels like the world has finally quieted down, leaving just the two of us in this moment, and I can’t help but smile as I nuzzle closer to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
His hand moves gently up and down my back, tracing lazy patterns on my skin, and I feel a warmth spreading through me that has nothing to do with the heat between us and everything to do with the sense of safety I feel here, in his arms.
“How do you feel, Kitten?” he asks, his voice rough, but there’s a tenderness there that makes my heart clench.
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I try to find the words to explain what’s going on inside my head.
“I feel … like myself again,” I say softly, tilting my head up to look at him. “Like I finally have my power back.”
He smiles, that dark, dangerous smile that always sends a shiver down my spine, but there’s pride in his eyes too, a deep, unwavering pride that makes my chest ache.
“You always had it, Chiara,” he murmurs, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “But I’m glad you feel it now. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips, letting the warmth of his approval wash over me.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “You let me take control, and that … that meant everything to me.”
His smile widens, and he pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me like a protective cocoon.
“You used me to take back your power, and I’m fucking honored to be the one you chose to do that with,” he says, his voice full of raw honesty. “You could’ve done it any other way, but you trusted me, Kitten. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
I lay my head back against his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.
“It was the only way I could’ve done it,” I breathe. “With anyone else, it wouldn’t have been real. I needed you to see me, to really see me take control.”
“And I did,” he replies, his voice low and filled with that dark, possessive edge I’ve come to love. “I saw you, Chiara. I saw every fucking part of you, and I’m never letting go of what I saw.”
We’re silent for a moment, just holding each other, and I feel the weight of everything that’s happened over the past few months slowly lifting, replaced by something lighter, something almost … peaceful.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way, so long since I’ve felt like I could just be, without the constant fear, the constant weight of everything that’s happened.
“Thank you,” I whisper, closing my eyes as I let myself sink deeper into his embrace. “You’ve been my anchor through all of this, Gio. Even when I was at my lowest, you were there, holding me up.”
His expression softens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“I may have been there, but you did the hard part. You fought your way back, and that’s something no one can take away from you.”
I smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through me that’s almost overwhelming in its intensity.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “I love you so much, Gio.”
He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes dark and intense, and then he smiles, that same dangerous, beautiful smile that makes my heart skip a beat.
“I love you too, Kitten,” he says. “More than you’ll ever fucking know.”
I feel a tear slip down my cheek, but I don’t wipe it away. For the first time in a long time, I’m crying not because I’m sad or scared, but because I’m happy. Because I’m finally feeling like myself again, and it’s all because of his help.
“Hey,” he whispers, his thumb brushing away the tear. “What’s this? No crying, remember?”
I laugh through the tears, shaking my head as I press my face into his chest.
“I’m crying because I’m happy. Because I’m finally feeling like myself again, and it’s all thanks to you.”
He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me like a shield, and I feel his lips press against the top of my head.
“I’m just glad you’re back,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I missed you, Kitten. I missed you so fucking much.”
“I missed me too,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m here now. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
We lay there in silence for a while, just holding each other, and I can feel the tension that’s been building between us for so long finally start to dissolve. It’s been a long road, but we’re here now, together, and that’s all that matters.
I let my fingers trace lazy circles on his chest, the rise and fall of his breath steady under my touch. There’s a contentment in the air, a quiet that feels almost sacred, but I can’t help but revisit what just happened, the way he responded to me.
“So,” I start, keeping my voice light and teasing, “you’ve got a bit of a praise kink, huh?”
I feel him stiffen slightly, just for a moment, before he relaxes again. I glance up at him, half-expecting to see that usual cocky grin on his face, but instead, there’s something else—something softer. His cheeks are faintly pink, and it takes everything in me not to smile at the sight.
Giovanni Basile, Cosa Nostra Prince, Mafia Heir, is blushing. Who would’ve thought?
I decide not to call him out on it, letting him have this moment. Instead, I just lean my head against his shoulder, waiting for him to say something, anything.
He’s quiet for a second, and I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. Finally, he lets out a long breath, his hand tightening slightly on my waist.
“Yeah,” he admits, his voice low, almost reluctant. “I didn’t expect that … didn’t expect to like it as much as I did.”
I tilt my head to look at him, his expression more serious than I’m used to. “What did you think when I called you that?” I ask, genuinely curious.
He chuckles, but there’s no humor in it, just a kind of acceptance.
“At first, I fucking hated it. I hated how good it felt to hear you say that, to feel like I needed your approval.” His eyes flick down to meet mine, and I see a vulnerability there that makes my heart ache. “But then … I don’t know. It just clicked. I liked it. More than I should have.”
I smile softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You accepted it.”
“Yeah,” he says, his voice rough with honesty. “I accepted it, and I realized that I’m only weak for you, Chiara. You’re the only one who gets to see that side of me.”
I let his words sink in, feeling the weight of them, the trust he’s placing in me. It’s not something Giovanni would give lightly, and I know that.
“You know,” I murmur, tracing a line down his chest, “I could get used to this.”
He raises an eyebrow, a hint of that familiar smirk returning. “Oh, yeah? What, bossing me around?”
I laugh softly, shaking my head. “No, not just that. Knowing that I’m the only one who can do this to you. That I’m the only one you’re willing to be vulnerable with.”
His eyes soften, and he pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“You can use it anytime you like,” he whispers, his voice full of that dark promise that never fails to send a shiver down my spine. “As long as it’s you, I’m all yours.”
I smile, a warmth spreading through my chest as I nestle closer to him.
“Good,” I whisper back, my lips brushing against his skin. “Because I like having you like this, Gio. Just for me.”
Giovanni’s arm tightens around me, and I nuzzle closer, feeling the warmth of his body seep into mine.
He’s mine, and I’m his. And that’s all that matters.
