The Roman's Woman (A Singular Obsession Book 4) (22 page)

Crying out, she raised her hips reflexively. Gio growled in approval, caressing her upturned cheeks reverently before spanking her hard.

“
Ah
.”

It felt different with the plug, both hotter and weirder.

“Still feeling good, baby?” he murmured in a voice like dark velvet.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then this will feel even better.” He withdrew the plug slowly until only the tip rested inside her, then he pushed it back in. He repeated the motion until he was fucking her with it in smooth strokes. Pushing her down until her weight rested on her forearms, he pulled her hips up until her butt was raised high off the bed.

“Oh,
oh God
.”

Gio’s cock teased her pussy, rimming her entrance before pushing inside her.

It was tight, so much tighter than before. His cock barely fit inside her normally, but with the plug she was at her limit. He started to move, instantly transporting her into another place, one where that delicious slippery friction was the center of her world.

She thought there was no way it could get better, and then it did. Gio’s thick cock plundered her pussy hard and rough, the way she liked it, but his hand was gentle, moving the plug back and forth—fucking her in both holes.

Involuntary little cries escaped her as she went into sensory overload. This time, she couldn’t help by gripping or fluttering her inner muscles. The best she could do was hold on while Gio took complete possession of her body.

Sophia had never felt so vulnerable. She had ceded control over herself to another person and it was devastating. It would have been impossible to do this with anyone else. But this was Gio, and she was as captivated with him as he was with her. And she wanted to give him everything.

It took her a minute to register that he was speaking to her, murmuring hot dirty words in both English and Italian. As he urged her with his hands and speech, she rocked back into him, impaling herself on his cock and the probe until she was at the edge. Vision hazy, she rode the line of pain and pleasure. One of his hands slipped from her hip to her clit, teasing and pinching until she screamed, the violent contractions of her orgasm obliterating her senses.

When she came to, she was resting on her side on top of one of Gio’s arms. He was hugging her to him with his left arm, pressing her to his chest. The plug was gone, and in its place was the heated head of his cock.

Despite their preparation, Sophia was having a hard time accommodating him back there. Gasping, she grabbed his left hand with both of hers, leaving his right free to guide his staff, feeding it into her inch by inch.

The pain wasn’t unexpected, but she hadn’t anticipated its sharpness. It cleared the haze of the alcohol and she was suddenly sober, holding tight to Gio’s hand as she whimpered, bucking despite her intention to stay still.

Both of Gio’s arms wrapped around her. “I’m almost there,
cara
, just a little more,” he said, pushing forward a few millimeters. “Relax and push back.”

Digging her nails into his hand, she sobbed and shifted, doing as he asked. It was a little better, but still not good. She was going to ask him to stop when he pressed home, his thighs meeting hers. Somehow he’d managed to fit all of himself in.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Of course I do, don’t ask stupid questions,” she said, half-laughing, with a little wince.

“I’m sorry,
cara
, I’ll stop,” he said, his voice threaded with disappointment.

She smacked his hand with one of hers. “No, you’ve gotten this far and I’m still a little buzzed. I want you to keep going, ’cause this is the only time we’re going to do this.”

Gio laughed and stroked her hip. “I’d rather stop if I’m hurting you, but I do have something that might help.”

He reached over and picked something up, holding it in front of her. It looked like an oversized vitamin capsule with a little loop of string at one end.

“What is that?”

“It’s called a vibrating egg. Did you know these can be controlled by your phone now?”

“No,” she giggled, obliging him by parting her legs as he touched it to her pussy, running its smooth surface in a circle over her slit and entrance.

He pushed it inside and she closed her eyes. A few seconds later and it started vibrating.

“Shit!
Oh, God
.”

The crazy little device sent her already over-stimulated body into instant orgasm. She bucked wildly, so much that Gio had to hold her down, taking advantage of her reaction to add a little lube to the base of his cock and begin thrusting.

The cold gel quickly warmed as he pinned her to the bed. Helpless in his arms, she strained against him as he fucked her ass with quick short strokes.

She was holding on, but only just. She was too full, her nerve endings screaming. Behind her, Gio’s breath grew shallow and rapid. His palm pressed against her clit hard, and he growled, swelling and coming with a hoarse grunt. The continued vibration inside her pussy, combined with the action of his grinding palm sparked another orgasm. The stormy surge of pleasure built up, spilling over in a blinding rush that left her weak and boneless.

“
Cavolo
,
” Gio swore, collapsing next to her.

She laughed. “Not sure what that means, but I second it.”

He didn’t answer for a minute, but when he did he sounded hoarse. “Does that mean you’d be willing to reconsider doing this again?

“It is entirely too soon for this conversation considering you are
still
in my ass,” she said, twisting to try and smirk at him over her shoulder.

Gio bit his lip to stop a smile and pulled back, his spent cock slipping out of her.

“We can discuss it later, after a shower, but
bella mia
I want you to know it doesn’t compare to taking your tight little pussy.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Your friends think you’re so straight and proper. They have no idea how dirty you are, do they?”

He bent to nip her nose. “Our secret,” he whispered, tugging her up and leading her to the shower.

Days passed in a haze of sexual bliss.

There wasn’t a repeat of the anal intercourse that blew both of their minds. Although Sophia had enjoyed the prelude and had loved the end, that middle part had been difficult for her. A man Gio’s size couldn’t be taken casually, and he admitted afterward that, while it had been good for him, it wasn’t as good as he’d always imagined.

“Hadn’t you done that before?” she asked, surprised, at breakfast one morning when they finally got around to talking about it.

“No, you’re the first. Like I was your first,” he said with a trace of smugness.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Yeah, well, I think we’re going to save that particular act for special occasions. Like your birthday. When is your birthday by the way?”

“It just passed.”

“Perfect!” she cried out, raising her hands over her head in a V for victory.

He laughed so hard he spit eggs all over himself and had to change before leaving for work.

Gio didn’t seem to mind letting her dictate hard limits in the bedroom. He was happy to resume their sex life in whatever form she chose—and he performed with an enthusiasm that left her sated and exhausted every night. They made love everywhere in that penthouse, preferring to stay in unless Alex managed to coax them out to dinner or Sunday brunch at his gargantuan estate.

Being around people with money was a surprise. Despite being what could be safely classified as obscenely wealthy, both Gio and Alex were kind and considerate men whose primary focus was their family. It was simply that being a part of their family meant being surrounded by luxury—mansions, penthouses, and town cars. Not to mention the bodyguards.

Sophia was becoming increasingly certain that Gio wanted to build a family with her. He’d begun to drop hints about marriage and children, and even asked if she would be willing to relocate to Rome after her research project with Alan ended.

Crazy as it was, Sophia was actually considering relocating—enough to start looking up details on research labs over there. Whatever she decided, it would have to have to wait a few years until a move was practical. And she probably wouldn’t be spending those years alone. All of Gio’s hints about the future made it seem like he was planning on sticking close by. At least, she hoped it did.

But she was reluctant to ask him if he was thinking of moving to Oxford, or if he planned on them having a long distance relationship.

Though she was willing to do long-distance if she had to, she wanted Gio to make this city his home base. To a billionaire with his own jet and access to a helicopter, the distance between Rome and Oxford was small, but she would miss coming home to him every night. Not to mention waking up with him every morning.

If it came down to it, she knew she had allies in Alex and Elynn. They could lobby Gio to relocate with her if the need arose. In fact, Alex had already taken her aside to say as much at brunch last Sunday—after acknowledging that he didn’t think Gio would need any convincing. All Sophia had to do was ask. And she would…in a few days. Or next week…

It wasn’t that she was afraid to talk to him. It was just that things were going so well, she didn’t want reality to intrude on her happy new relationship bubble. And the likelihood was Gio would be going back to Rome. He had an empire to run.

Unfortunately, her bubble was burst prematurely the day Gio disappeared leaving behind a note with a single line.

I found my ex-wife, and I’m going after her.

****

“Are you sure this is the place?” Gio asked his security chief as they arrived in front of the hotel.

Enzo nodded. “They’re here. They checked in yesterday and closed down the bar last night. The key card data indicates they haven’t left their suite since. Probably too hung over.”

Gio snorted. “Not exactly laying low, are they?”

“Well, unfortunately, we can’t prove they’ve broken any laws so they know the authorities aren’t after them. And, honestly, they're not expecting you to come busting down their door.”

His fist tightened. “I know. That’s the problem. Maria Gianna is used to living in a world without consequences and she thinks I’m a fucking pushover.”

Enzo’s lip curled. “I don’t think she’s gonna believe that after this,” he muttered.

Taking a bracing breath, Gio stepped out of the car. They were outside of an exclusive hotel in the party town of Malaga, Spain. It wasn’t a city high on his list of vacation hotspots. Too many young people partying. If this place was Maria Gianna’s idea of a good time, he’d severely overestimated her taste. The hotel might cost more than a thousand dollars a night, but the streets around it were clogged with drunken students moving like a sea of inebriated lemmings.

Across from the car, a young man bent over and started throwing up while his friends patted his back. Disgusted, Gio turned to the hotel and went inside. He let Enzo pave the way, securing a key card to Maria Gianna’s room from housekeeping with a healthy bribe.

“Sure you don’t want to break the door down?” Enzo asked him.

“Don’t tempt me.”

He was angry enough to do it. This confrontation had been put off too long, and his temper had finally reached the breaking point. Actually, he wouldn’t be here at all if they hadn’t messed with Sophia.

“Let’s go,” he growled.

They went up to the top floor where all the luxury suites were located. The room Vincenzo had rented was at the end of the hall. There were no security staff stationed anywhere on this floor, so he went up to the door and slid the card in.

The little light embedded in the card reader flashed green.

“Wait here,” he told Enzo.

“You sure you don’t need backup?” he asked, gesturing to the gun holstered at his side.

“They’re degenerates, not gangsters,” Gio said dismissively.

Then there was the fact that Maria Gianna had sent a drunken teenager to do her dirty work. It was the act of a coward, not someone who would be lying in wait with a weapon, ready to do violence.

“I’ll stay out here then, but if I hear something I’m coming in.”

Gio inclined his head in assent and handed the card over to his security chief before stepping inside. The room in front of him was empty, with clothes and shoes strewn about the sofa and floor next to dirty dishes. One of the lamps was broken, lying on its side on the carpet, next to an empty bottle of Crystal champagne.

It was unbelievable that they’d done this much damage in less than twenty-four hours. Silently thanking God that he was no longer married to the slob who created this mess, he headed for the suite’s bedroom.

His ex-wife was sprawled across the bed. She was still wearing last night’s cocktail dress. Vincenzo was snoring next to her, naked.

Furious at seeing the two of them lying there, the evidence of their debauchery all around them, he let go of his restraint. The iron control he normally had on his temper burned away like a flash fire.