Gianna
I wasn’t big on weddings.
They were usually tacky, with far too much chiffon and bad music, and a bride treated like a piece of meat. A commodity to be traded from father to husband.
Eventually I would get married, but it would be on my own terms. Besides, Enzo’s large ring sat heavy on my finger and we both knew what it represented. I belonged to him. In truth, no piece of paper or blessing by a priest made any difference in that fact.
Tonight, I shoved aside those thoughts and allowed myself to be happy for Emma and Giacomo. The families had come together in Toronto for their wedding—an absolute miracle that only my twin could pull off. Everyone loved her, the sweetest and best of all of us.
Frankie, my oldest sister, arrived at my side. I eyed the glass of wine in her hand. “Should you be drinking that, baby mama?”
The edges of her lips curled in a devious smile. “The kids are with the nannies tonight. I’m definitely getting drunk.”
Yes, nannies—plural. The Ravazzanis had three small children under the age of five, so they needed all the help they could get. Yet even with the nannies, I wasn’t sure how Frankie stayed sane. “Fausto will love that, I’m sure.”
“I have a surprise for him, so yes. He will definitely love it.”
Hmm, a surprise? I hadn’t thought about that.
My eyes found my man where he was sitting with his brothers. They were talking casually, but there was nothing casual about Enzo’s posture. He was alert, on edge. Being here, around Fausto and his men, made him twitchy. Understandable, considering Fausto had tortured Enzo for the better part of a month.
That he was here at all was a testament as to how much he loved me.
My heart pinched, just as it always did when I thought of Enzo. Maybe my man deserved a reward—which was really a reward for me, too.
“How long are you staying at the reception?” I asked my sister.
“Not much longer. Fausto is talking to Giulio and Alessio, but I can tell he’s anxious to leave. He’s been staring at my tits all night.”
“They do look amazing in that dress.”
“You do good work,” Frankie said, threading our elbows together and leaning close. “All of the dresses you designed today are absolute fire.”
“Thanks, Frankie.” I’d worked hard on Emma’s dress, as well as the bridesmaid dresses for Frankie and me. It wasn’t every day that your twin married the same man for the second time.
She motioned toward the tables set up along the dance floor. “Can you believe our men haven’t killed each other during this trip?”
“No, I can’t. Enzo has been suspiciously calm these past few days. Yesterday I asked him if he was secretly micro-dosing behind my back and if so, could I please have some?”
Frankie chuckled. “What did he say?”
“No on the micro-dosing, but he said he’d find some molly if I wanted.” We didn’t do that often, but it led to a sex marathon that felt like fucking in a warm bath for days.
“God, you two are so weird.”
“Says the woman who sleeps outside in a vineyard with her husband.”
“Hey, don’t knock it. There’s something about the dirt and being outside. Like, it’s primal and shit.”
“Deep, Frankie.”
She laughed loudly, which caught her husband’s attention. His intense blue stare hooked hers and didn’t let go. I felt a small tremor go through her as the moment lingered.
I nudged her. “Jesus. Are you about to conceive baby number four right now?”
“Bite your tongue,” she said absently, distracted by Fausto. Then she turned and kissed my cheek. “I need to go get my surprise ready before he pounces and ruins it. Have fun tonight. See you in the morning.”
“You, too. See you later.”
She drifted away and I finished the rest of my drink. I had a nice buzz going, just enough to be horny and devious. I wanted to do something special tonight, but what? All I had was the house and my old things—
Oh, shit.
It hit me so quickly. Why hadn’t I thought of it sooner?
Biting my lip to smother a smile, I slipped through the French doors and into the house. The caterers were wrapping up their night, packing crates and boxes. I nodded politely as I went up to the second floor.
Enzo and I were staying in a guest room in the empty wing, because I didn’t want my father to hear us fucking. Tonight, however, only my old room would do.
I moved quietly through the halls, knowing my father was already in bed. It had been an emotional day for all of us. An emotional few weeks, really. Papà was dying, and nothing we could do would prevent it. He and I spent a lot of time together now, talking about nothing and everything. We were the most similar and that had caused many heated arguments over the years. But I regretted not clearing the air sooner. It turned out I spent my teen years searching for his approval, not realizing I had it the whole time.
I pushed open the door to my old room. It hadn’t changed much since I left for Milan last spring. Most of my things were still here. Posters and stickers on the walls, fairy lights dangling off my wooden headboard. A large standing mirror in the corner, a desk piled with papers and books. One wall was painted a deep eggplant color to match the purple velvet Chesterfield winged back chair I found at a thrift store. Emma called this room my “grape era.”
A pile of pillows topped the fluffy duvet on the neatly made bed, and the whole effect was a little girly.
It was perfect.
I went to my closet. There it was, hanging and pressed. My school uniform.
I took out the pieces and laid them on my bed. Plaid skirt, white collared shirt. Jacket. Knee socks. I dashed into Emma’s room to find a tie, because I’d always lost mine. While I was there, I checked her desk drawers. Bingo. In the top left drawer, I found an old stash of candy—including a lollipop.
Hurrying back to my room, I tore off my bridesmaid dress and threw on the uniform. I rolled the skirt up at the waist, just as I used to in school, so it hit obscenely high on my thigh. Checking my reflection, I realized something was missing.
I quickly braided my hair into two pigtails and secured them with elastic bands.
Now I was ready.
Grabbing my phone, I texted my man.
NEED SOME HELP. COME TO MY OLD ROOM
Enzo
I noticed the instant she left.
Gia was my obsession. I could hardly breathe when she wasn’t in the room with me.
“You are done paying attention to us, I see.”
This was from my brother Vito. I frowned, but didn’t take my eyes off the doors where Gia disappeared. Was she going to the washroom? “Fuck off. I’m listening.”
I wasn’t, though, and we all knew it.
“Go after her,” Massimo, my other brother, said. “You know you want to.”
Of course I did. My fingers itched with the need to get my hands on her. She was a sickness, a disease in my blood that had no cure, no respite. Just constant craving at a fever pitch.
And we hadn’t been alone together once today. It was torture, almost worse than being nearly killed in Ravazzani’s dungeon.
But she wouldn’t be happy if I nipped at her heels. Gia liked to be hunted, but not smothered. Learning the balance was the key to our relationship.
I willed myself to focus on my brothers. “Allora, Mancini wants Vito here as soon as possible. This is what we’re discussing, no?”
Vito nodded and began outlining all the reasons he thought this was a good idea. Did he think I would disagree? That I would stop him from building his own empire here in Toronto? I let him go on for a few minutes, then held up my hand. “Fratello, you have my blessing. You’ve had it since Mancini and I came to terms.”
Vito visibly relaxed. After that, he asked me advice on establishing himself in Toronto. We decided on a wait-and-see approach, depending on who tried to encroach on Mancini—now D’Agostino—property.
I was about to go track Gia down when I saw a text message from her pop up on my mobile.
NEED SOME HELP. COME TO MY OLD ROOM
Was she in trouble? Or was something wrong? Maybe she wasn’t feeling well, which would explain why she left without telling me.
“I have to go,” I said, coming to my feet. “Gianna needs my help.”
Within seconds I was inside the house and climbing the stairs. Anxiety clamped like a vise in my chest. Security was tight on the estate, but hadn’t Virga nearly killed my youngest brother here? So anything could happen.
I burst into Gianna’s childhood room, ready for battle.
I stopped in my tracks, my breath hitching.
She was on her stomach on the bed, her long legs barely covered in a small skirt and knee socks. It was a uniform of some kind. She studied a textbook, a sucker in her mouth. With her hair arranged in pigtails, she looked young and innocent.
Mamma mia. She was like a dirty fantasy come to life. Blood rushed south to pool in my groin.
I closed the door and locked it.
She looked up from her book, eyes dramatically wide on my face as she slipped the lollipop out of her mouth. “Professor! What are you doing in my house? In my bedroom?”
So we were playing a game. Cazzo, this woman. My dick twitched, growing harder by the second.
I slipped my hands in my pockets. “I have come to see you about your grades.”
She sat up, tucking her legs beneath her, which gave me a view of her chest. The uniform shirt was unbuttoned low, a tie loosely hanging around her neck, and I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. My mouth watered.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “My grades are very good in your class. I had almost a perfect score on the last examination.”
I deepened my voice disapprovingly. “I know. So maybe you can explain why you had the same answers as the boy who sits beside you.”
She bit her lip, then lifted her chin defiantly. “He must’ve been looking at my paper.”
“Miss Mancini, we both know that isn’t true.”
“I didn’t cheat.”
I lifted one eyebrow and continued to stare at her.
She started to squirm, playing the part perfectly, and I began to complete the ways I was going to punish her. Where was a cage when you needed it?
“You’re wrong, professor,” she pouted prettily. “I didn’t cheat and it hurts my feelings that you would accuse me of something so awful.”
“You cheated, Miss Mancini. And before I leave this room you will admit it and I will punish you for it.”
Her lips parted on a fake gasp of outrage, even as her eyes darkened with lust. “Punish me! I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“And now you are lying to me, making your punishment worse.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll scream. My father’s men will come running in here and kill you.”
“No, you won’t.” I advanced on her. “Because then I’ll have you expelled from school. Do you want everyone to know what a little cheater and liar you are?”
“I told you—”
“Who do you think they will believe? A spoiled brat like you? Or a colleague they trust?”
She pretended consider this. “No, please. You can’t do that.”
I slowly removed my suit coat. “Then you’re going to do everything I say, yes?”
“That’s blackmail.”
With a shrug, I hung my suit coat over the back of a chair, then turned it and sat down. I patted my thighs. “Come here, Miss Mancini. It’s time for your punishment.”
“What are you going to do?”
“What someone should’ve done a long time ago, piccola bambina.” I removed my cuff links and began rolling my sleeves up.
She huffed, got up from the bed, and stomped over to me, her tits bouncing with every step. No bra. Fuck me.
Her hands met her hips. “Fine. Let’s get this over with. But for the record, I didn’t cheat.”
Oh, that sassy attitude. I loved breaking her down.
“Panties off, Miss Mancini.”
Reaching under her skirt, she wriggled out of her panties and started to drop them. I grabbed her arm. “No, hand them to me.” She placed them in my outstretched palm. I gestured to my lap. “Face down across my lap, ass in the air. Now.”
Gia draped herself over my thighs, shifting to get into position. “Please don’t hurt me, professor.”
I flipped up her skirt and stared at the perfect globes of her ass. “Do you admit that you cheated?”
“No. I told you, he must’ve cheated off—”
I smacked her cheek with the palm of my hand, cutting off her denial. She yelped and tried to move away, so I pinned her down with an arm in the small of her back. Then I took her panties and shoved them in her mouth. “Quiet. Take your punishment.”
She was panting now, her skin flushed with arousal. I knew my woman. No way her pussy wasn’t dripping.
I began spanking her in earnest, loving how her flesh rippled with each strike of my palm. She stopped fighting me after about six or seven spanks, and her cries soon turned to moans behind the cloth in her mouth. The skin of her ass was turning a lovely shade of scarlet and I made a mental note to spank her much more often. My naughty micina.
I paused, needing a moment to calm down. My cock was so hard, the skin stretched tight. I couldn’t wait to fuck her. “Are you ready to admit it?”
She shook her head, so I gave her three hard smacks right in a row. Her body went lax, more muffled moans. I slid my fingers into her folds. As I predicted, she was sopping wet. I circled her clit, playing with her piercing, and she yelled a garbled, “Yes! Please, oh god.”
I moved my hand away. “Good girls get to come. Are you a good girl?”
“Yes,” she nodded enthusiastically. “So very good, professor.”
“Then tell me you cheated,” I instructed calmly as I stroked her sore ass. “And I’ll let you come.”
“I cheated. Oh, god. Please. Make me come.”
I slapped each cheek a few more times then helped her stand. She wobbled, her eyes glassy and expression blank, the panties firmly in her mouth. This was Gia overcome with submission and lust for me, and it was my very favorite sight in the world. I could make her do almost anything when she was like this, and I always rewarded her handsomely for it.
“Thank you for admitting you cheated,” I told her. “But your punishment is far from over. Take off your clothes.”
She didn’t complain, just did as I asked and removed her clothing. I watched with rapt attention, my cock straining in my trousers. When she was completely naked I pointed to the ground. “Kneel.”
Her knees hit the carpet and she waited sweetly for the next instruction. “Unfasten my trousers and take my cock out.”
There was no hesitation, only eagerness as she reached for my waistband. I stroked her head and let her do all the work. When she worked me free, I held up my palm and she spit the panties out. “That’s it, bad girl. Now, make me feel good.”
She took my erection in her hand, mouth curved in a sly smile. She knew what I liked, which was to put on a show, to tease me. She would lick and worship my dick until I couldn’t take it anymore and fucked her face.
But this time, with her eyes locked on mine, she surprised me by taking me deep right away. Pleasure raced along my shaft, through my balls and down my legs. I threw my head back. “Fuck!”
She hummed and began bobbing up and down, sucking me hard and fast, like she was eager for my come. She gagged, but didn’t let it stop her, spit running down the length of me, along my sac. Her eyes watered, makeup starting to run, but she kept going. It was messy and so fucking good.
If I didn’t stop her, I would unload in her mouth.
I grabbed her head and pulled her off my dick. “You’re a dirty girl, trying to end this too soon. I’ll show you what I do to dirty girls. Get on the bed.”
She stood and crawled onto the bed, then started to flip on her back. “No,” I said as I pulled off my clothes. “Hands and knees, with your ass in the air.”
Pausing, Gia arranged herself so her ass was facing me. I took my time getting undressed. When I was naked I went to the bedside table. If I knew my woman . . . .
Allora, there they were. The drawer was filled with various toys, plugs and clamps—and lube. I picked up the plastic bottle and uncapped it. “Dirty girls get fucked in the ass,” I told her. “Have you ever let a man take you there before?”
With wide innocent eyes, she shook her head. “Please don’t, professor. You’re going to hurt me.”
I knew it was part of the game, because Gia loved it when I fucked her ass. I’d never had a woman as into it as she was. “Don’t worry. It’s going to feel so good. You’ll see.”
She bit her lip and watched as I coated my cock with the lube. Then I moved behind her and drizzled the slick liquid into the crease of her ass, spreading it all over her hole. When I began rubbing the tight ring of muscle, she tensed. “Relax,” I said, petting her spine with my free hand. “You want to stay out of trouble at school, no? Then let me put my dick inside your tiny hole.”
“Okay, professor.”
I spread her open with one, then two fingers. She took me so prettily, stretched around me, her body sucking me back in to the tight heat. Fuck, I needed inside there. I added a third finger and she moaned, dropping onto her elbows. “Oh, god,” she whispered, her body trembling, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
Removing my fingers, I lined up my crown and pushed in. We both gasped when I sank past the snug entrance, and the heat of her passage scalded my skin. So hot. So tight. Fuck.
I paused, letting her adjust for a few seconds, then I advanced, sliding deeper. I gave her more, a bit at a time, until my hips met her ass cheeks. “There you go, la mia sporca bambina. How does it feel to have a cock in your ass?”
“You’re so big,” she breathed.
I thrust my hips and she called out a curse word. “Big enough to punish bad girls,” I growled.
Then I began ramming into her, setting a steady pace, using my hands on her hips for added leverage. The bed rocked underneath us, but I didn’t care if the whole household heard me fucking her. If she’d let me, I’d fuck her on the dance floor with all the guests watching.
That was how crazy I was for this woman.
“Oh, shit, Enzo,” she said, breaking character as I worked myself in and out of her ass. “It’s so good. Fuck!”
“Rub your clit, micina.” I slapped her already-abused ass twice. “Make yourself come on my dick.”
Her hand moved down between her legs. I continued thrusting, driving my hips, as her moans grew in volume. Her muscles tightened, her body trembling, and then she was there, clenching and gasping, her shouts echoing off the ceiling. I tried to hold on and ride her through it.
When she sagged onto the bed, I pulled out. That caused her head to whip around. “What are you doing?”
I moved around to the head of the bed and sat, legs out with my back against the headboard. “I want to see your face while I shoot inside your ass, micina. Come,” I patted my thighs. “Get up here.”
Her gaze glittered with excitement as she crawled up to me on all fours. Fuck, I loved that view. She was so sexy.
Throwing her leg over my hips, she took my cock and positioned it at her back entrance. “Do it,” I whispered. “Let me back inside.”
I held onto her waist and sucked a nipple into my mouth as she worked me into her tight passage. “Madre di dio,” I panted against her tit as the pressure caused me to see stars. “That’s it. Keep going. All the way.”
It was easier this time, so she had us joined quickly. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her closer, my face nuzzling into her throat. I bit her soft skin and slapped an ass cheek. “Fuck me, bad girl. Show me how much you want it.”
She sucked in a breath and began riding me, hips rolling as she worked my cock. Eyes closed, she concentrated, her skin flushed with effort, and I felt so much love for her. This woman was my perfect match.
I moved up to kiss her mouth. I dove inside to find her tongue with mine, and she continued to fuck herself on my dick, never losing her rhythm once. “My perfect little pet,” I murmured against her lips. “Sei bellissima.”
Licking my thumb, I moved my hand between us until I found her clit. It was swollen and slick, exactly how I liked it, and I rubbed her in tight circles.
“Oh, baby. Yes,” she said, clutching my shoulders and moving faster. “Keep doing that.”
“Who is my good girl? Who will do whatever I say?”
“Fuck. Shit. Goddamn it, Enzo!”
I could feel my orgasm building, sparks starting in my balls and upper thighs. “Tell me. Who do you belong to?”
“You. Oh, god. Fuck, fuck, fuck . . .”
She clamped down on me, coming a second time, and the pressure was too much. I couldn’t stop my orgasm. My limbs shook as I buried my face in her throat, a long moan ripped from my throat. Hot jets of come pulsed out of my dick to fill her ass, the high so unbelievably good.
She slumped against me, burrowing into my neck and chest, our sweaty skin sticking together. I held her as my hands slid up and down back soothingly. Closing my eyes, I drifted, not thinking about business or the kids. My mind cleared of everything that wasn’t this woman, right now. She had the unfaltering ability to refocus me, calm me down with a single touch.
“That was fucking fantastic, il pazzo,” she whispered. “Though I’m pretty sure everyone inside and outside heard us.”
“I don’t give a shit. Let them hear how amazing you are.”
“Now comes the worst part.” She lifted off her knees and my semi-hard cock slipped from her asshole. “Ouch.”
I grabbed her throat and brought her back for a hard kiss. “Poor micina.”
“You say that like you don’t believe my ass will be sore tomorrow.”
“I know it will be sore. That is what makes me so happy.”
“You’re terrible,”she said with a tiny huff of laughter. “Which is one of the many reasons why I love you.”
I cupped her jaw with my palm and looked deep into her eyes. With all the seriousness I possessed, I said, “Ti amo, bella. Sei tutto il mio mondo.” You are my whole world.
Her eyes grew glassy. “You’re going to make me cry. Ti amo, baby.”
We kissed for a little bit, if only to prolong our connection. My heart—whatever pieces were still left—rested firmly in this woman’s hands. I would never tire of her. “Thank you for this tonight. You never cease to surprise me.”
She ran her fingers through my hair. “I remembered our meeting with the headmaster in England when we picked up the kids, how we almost fucked on his desk.”
That had been a good day. The day my children were safe to come home and live with me again. Gia was an excellent stepmother to them, just as I knew she would be. Luca and Nic loved her and we were all happy together. Some days it felt too good to be true.
“Do you want a wedding like this?” The question popped out of my mouth, but I’d been wondering it all day as the preparations carried on.
“Like Emma’s? No.” She eased back to see my face. “Why, do you?”
“What is your ideal wedding, then?”
“I haven’t given it much thought. I like living in sin.”
My lips twisted into a pleased smirk. “Of course you do. But if you were to get married, how would you want us to do it?”
“Is the Pope available?”
A deep bark of laughter escaped my throat. “Micina, I think he would burst into flames if he and I were in the same room together.”
She sighed and rested her forehead against mine. “I don’t know. Getting married on the boat might be nice. You, me, my sisters. Your brothers. I don’t need anything fancy. Just the two of us.”
“Are you saying that because I’ve been married before?”
“No. If I wanted a big production, I wouldn’t care whether it was your second or third wedding.”
That made sense, based on what I knew about her. “But your father. He won’t be able to get on the boat.”
“You want to get married before my father dies?”
“We should, no?”
The confusion left her expression, and only tenderness remained. “You, Enzo D’Agostino, are a big softie.”
I lifted a shoulder. “A father should see his daughter married and settled before he dies.” I knew this, because I had a daughter of my own.
“This is a man thing I don’t understand, isn’t it?” She bit her lip and stared at the wall. “Okay. Let’s do it. While everyone is still here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why not? Everyone is scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow. So, let’s do it before we all go home.”
There was no hesitation in her voice. She’d decided to become my wife tomorrow, no fanfare. A simple decision. Cazzo, I loved this woman.
“Let’s go clean up.” I slapped her ass. As she got off the bed, I pointed to the clothes on the floor. “Bring that uniform back to Napoli.”
“Sì, professor.”