CAPO

16. White dress. *

Giovanni leaned back so he could see her face more. His brows were raised in shock at her and she looked away then, embarrassed.

Giovanni licked his lips, "You have a boyfriend," He said matter-of-factly. She rolled her eyes, "And? He doesn't touch me so forgive me if I jump at the opportunity to be touched," She muttered, looking up at him through her lashes.

Giovanni's head was clouded with desire. Every drop of common sense left him then and he merely hummed, latching onto her neck again. She breathed out, throwing her head back.

"He's a damn fool for not treating you how you deserve, tesoro,"

"And how do I deserve to be treated, Giovanni?"

He smirked against her skin. His thick, strong arm snaked around her waist and he effortlessly picked her up from the counter, turning and making his way to her bedroom. She nervously layed her forehead on his shoulder as he hastily carried her.

He opened the brown oak door to her bedroom and he dropped her down on her plush white mattress, eliciting a small gasp from the angel.

Giovanni towered over her, his hands on either side of her head. His eyes searched her face and her neck and down to the dip between her breasts, his watchful eyes made her squirm and she propped herself up on her forearms, lifting her chin in an attempt to kiss him.

But Giovanni tilted his head and he pressed a kiss next to her ear, "Like this," He whispered. The rasp and want in his voice made her warm all over her skin and she parted her lips, watching as the man shrugged off his t-shirt, exposing his tattooed chest and strong, glistening torso.

Her mouth practically watered at the sight of his dishevelled hair and the look in his eyes and how his torso and chest muscles moved under his tan skin.

He kissed her jaw and his hand pressed doen on her chest and she dropped onto the mattress, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"You deserve to be spoken to like you're the smallest, softest butterfly,"

His hand gripped her jaw, pushing her into the mattress. He lowered down to just shy over her parted, pink lips.

"But you deserve to be fucked like a whore,"

She gasped, exhaling the sharp intake of air with a soft, silent moan. The corner of his lips tugged up into a cocky, egotistical smirk and she whimpered at the sight, her hands growing clammy as they fisted her covers.

"And Arabella, my love, I'm going to fuck you until the only name you know is mine,"

She couldn't contain her noises of humiliation and pleasure anymore, and his hands that ran over her exposed thigh and neck just drove her completely insane.

"Please," She said, her eyes fluttering closed.

He pressed a quick, teasing kiss to her lips before he said, "Please what, baby?"

He was making the girl blush brightly, like a rope, round tomato. It was heaven on earth for him to see her in such a way, to see her eyes hazy and her mind empty, lust being the only thing in her head.

"Please touch me," She said, "If you don't, I'll touch myself,"

Giovanni perked up at the thought. His erection was borderline painful now, but the image of her spread for him, her legs opened wide and her fingers delving into her made him groan out.

She smirked, eyes still closed, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To see me at my most vulnerable, to see me touch myself for you?"

Her eyes opened, instantly finding cold pools of blue ontop of her. Giovanni licked his lips, "Your confidence is admirable, my love. But I wouldn't let you out of my sight if you were fucking yourself. You think you could withstand me staring at you whilst you cum for me? Doubtful, darling. You're begging me to touch you already,"