Maid to the mafia: totally alluring

CHAPTER 10

GIOVANNI’S WAY

Fourteen years. Fourteen fucking years he’d been waiting for this moment, and it all boiled down to now. Giovanni savored his woman’s taste in his mouth. He licked her, devouring her essence, and it made his head swirl. When she moved, he reprimanded her, squeezing her into place. When she mewed, he licked her lips, sealing them over with his again.

There was no way his little Jennifer was going to escape tonight. He’d planned this game from the very beginning, since that phone call came through from Giuseppe. He knew she’d never come to him if he asked her politely.

Fuck, who was he kidding? He wasn’t used to asking. If he wanted something, he took it. That’s how his brash way got him to where he was today. Kicked to the curb by the Bianci family, only to become second-in-command of the Dente group.

More pinching, more protest, and more punches to his chest. His little Jennifer was like a wee bunny, soft and sweet when happy but with sharp fangs when aggravated. And he knew he’d aggravated her. How could he not? He was the panther, pouncing on his little bunny, who hadn’t a clue as to what had happened.

One minute she was eating dinner; the next he dragged her up and pinned her against the wall, surprising the shit out of her when he announced he’d sleep with her tonight. Her eyes were wide open when he announced this, and she bit her lip again. That sent him over the edge of madness. The result was her against the wall and him clamping his mouth against hers.

But there was nothing he could do to tame his behavior. He wanted her so badly his dick hurt.

“Jay,”

he growled, the words coming out of his lips again and again, as if that word were his secret code for love.

“Boss,”

he heard her say, her voice soft and raspy. Fuck! Just hearing her had his dick hard. He wanted her right now. Fuck the bed. Maybe he’d do her against the wall. But that wasn’t his way. He might be mafia, the badass multibillionaire boy, but he was not some fuck who’d shag a woman against the wall.

“Jay, let’s go. I can’t take it anymore. I want you now.”

“Boss, wait, no.” She seemed to wake up from her aroused state.

“What do you mean no?” he asked, taken aback. From that mini kissing episode, he was sure she’d jump at the offer.

“It means I don’t want to do it with you.”

What the fuck! Did she just drop a bomb on him? Shit, this was not okay.

“What, have you got some birthmark you don’t want me to see or something? I don’t care about that,” he said, thinking of an excuse that would prevent her from sleeping with him.

Because, if she genuinely didn’t want to sleep with him, that would totally slam his ego to the ground. He was a hot man and knew no woman could resist him. And being rejected by Jennifer was definitely not on the okay list.

“It’s not that, boss,” she replied hesitantly, glancing at him once, then looking down to her white heels again. What did she find so fascinating about those white shoes, anyway? He was certainly more appealing.

“Jay, look at me.” He tilted her chin up, until her eyes locked with his.

“Tell me straight to my face why you can’t sleep with me.”

“I... I just can’t do it with you.”

The fuck! He was really getting pissed. This was clearly not how he’d planned it. Once he’d told her she was his Jennifer, she would jump for joy. Then they’d sate each other’s lust until sunrise.