His greatest love.

Chapter 20.

****Mature content****
..... Skip the chapter if you are a minor or uncomfortable with sex scenes 🔞

The hiss of cold water traced down Giovanni's skin like silver rain, carving rivers over the ridges of his muscles. The shower should have washed away the tension, but instead every drop only sharpened the ache in his body—the ache that carried Diana's name.

It had been a week. A week since her lips scorched his. A week since her perfume clung to his suit. A week since her eyes—those impossible eyes—had searched the darkness in him like no one else dared. His chest tightened with the thought: was she thinking of him too? Was her body betraying her the way his did, fevered and restless with phantom touches?

Arms—soft, feminine, familiar—slid around his waist. Cara's mouth pressed teasing kisses across his damp back.

"Cara, please—" he muttered, but his cock betrayed him, thickening with the firestorm of Diana in his mind. Cara's hand wrapped around him anyway, claiming what wasn't hers. She dropped to her knees, both palms stroking his length, her voice ragged with hunger.

"I don't want to fight, I just want you to fuck your frustration out." She said as she licked up his huge cock and he chuckled lightly.

"You want me to fuck my frustrations out?" He said as she slowly increased the speed of her hands.

"Yes baby." She said sucking on the tip of his  dick.

"I am very frustrated." He said and she looked up to him.

"So fuck me." She said opening her mouth wide and he chuckled before grabbing her bun and forcing his large cock into her mouth choking her briefly. He thrusted into her mouth hard hitting the back of her throat continuously tears flowing from her eyes as she chocked but in his mind all he could see was Dr Diana Pierce. Cara's throat worked, tears streaming, but his mind was far away—picturing not her, never her. It was Diana, moaning around him. It was Diana, on her knees for Santos like Cara was for him. Fury spiked through him.

He suddenly grabbed her neck forcing her to stand up before lifting her up to his waist then up to his shoulder and pinned her to the wall in that her exposed pussy was directly on his face.

He used his fingers that were on her stomach to rub on her already wet pussy as his tongue worked his magic with her clit. Her moans got louder as he inserted two fingers in her while his tongue was still on her clit. He increased the speed before replacing his fingers with his tongue using it to fuck her senseless as he sucked on to it. His imagination took over again and it was Santos, on his knees feasting on her where only Giovanni belonged. The scream melted into a moan, her voice surrendering to the rhythm of his touch as his tongue split her apart, fingers driving mercilessly inside. Her body trembled, but Giovanni wasn't tasting her—he was devouring Diana. Every lick was vengeance, every suck a war cry against the detective who haunted his jealousy. He furiously sucked and tongue fucked her senseless till her moans getting louder as her legs shook vigorously as she orgasmed.

He dropped her to his waist and he aligned his cock to her entrance before thrusting his full length into her causing her to moan loudly. His imagination of Detective Santos deep inside him fucking angered him more and he thrusted into her furiously as she moaned louder. He grabbed on to her neck as he ruthlessly pounded into her with nonstop speed. His mind imagined how Diana was screaming his name and increased his speed harder as her legs began to shake vigorously. He released her neck and held firm to her waist as he thrusted in her hard hitting her g-spot hard fast till her squirt forces his dick out of her.

She tried to closed her legs as he rubbed in her clit while squirting but he was in between her legs making it impossible as her moans turns louder. He thrusted three fingers into her faster as her moans became louder and again his imagination flooded his mind with the detective's cock inside the doctor and he dropped Cara to her feet where she would have easily fallen had it not have been for him holding her waist. He turned her back to him and her face to the luxurious walls of the shower. He aligned himself to her entrance and thrusted into her hard and fast. He grabbed her throat forcing her back to him and he thrusted into her harder and ruthlessly as she moaned louder.

"Mine," he whispered into her ear, delirious. His eyes burned as though Diana's were right there. "She's mine. No one can fuck you better than me, Diana."

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he continued his assault on her faster and harder. He could feel she was about come and so was he but he thrusted in her ruthlessly. His pace was punishing, every thrust a declaration, every choke a promise to the woman not even here. Her walls convulsed around him, and he snarled, "Cum." Her scream ricocheted in the tiled room as she shattered, her legs shaking vigorously as she came. He thrusted in her a few times before emptying on her ass with violent finality, as though he could fuck Diana's ghost out of his veins.  She took in a few breaths a smile creeping up her face as she turned to face him wrapping her arms around him.

"That was better than I ever expected!!" She said lightly before kissing him but her lips were not Diana's. They didn't taste like hers. They didn't move like hers. They didn't feel like hers. She ruined it for every other woman and he broke off the kiss.

"At least I can still turn you on," Cara purred, a smug smile curving her lips. She clung to him like a queen draped in her triumph, convinced that the rawness of his touch was proof of her reign over him. In her mind, no other woman could pull such fire from Giovanni De Luca, no one else could break through his infamous control and drag out that primal fury.

Her chest swelled with pride, her thoughts spinning faster than the steam curling off the marble walls. He still wants me... he can't resist me... I'm the only one who can make him lose himself like that. The arrogance gleamed in her eyes as she held him tighter, drinking in the illusion that she alone had conquered the man every woman secretly dreamed of.

But the silence in his gaze was damning. To Giovanni, her lips were tasteless, her body a shadow. Diana ruined it for every woman. Every moan, every ragged breath had been wrung from a ghost that wasn't her. He hadn't given in to Cara—he had given in to Diana, the woman who consumed his mind like wildfire.

"I have things to do today." He said coldly pulling her away from him but even then she didn't read through the lines. They finished showering and he carried her to the room because her legs were too wobbly. He got dressed into his armored in a black three-piece suit tailored sharp enough to cut glass, the platinum watch on his wrist catching the light like a silent declaration of supremacy matching with his masculine necklace. The air shifted with him; his cologne was dark and commanding, layered with leather, smoke, and the faint bite of expensive oud—a scent that didn't just announce his presence, it staked territory. His pistol rested snug against his ribs, as natural to him as breath, completing the image of a man who could buy kingdoms or burn them down. He looked untouchable—every inch the king of sin. He walked downstairs and found Matteo taking a sip of his whiskey.

"I decided to serve myself considering you we're rather busy." Matteo said jokingly as he walked up to him.

"What are you talking about?" Gio said subconsciously as he took out his phone.

"I think the whole estate heard you two." He said laughing and Gio cringed.

"She ambushed me." Gio said calmly and he chuckled sipping his drink. Gio opened his chat with Diana but she had not responded to his thousand text nor his calls. She was avoiding him and he couldn't stand it... He was loosing his mind with the mare thought of her not wanting him back or the thought of her getting back together with Detective Santos.

Him.
I really need to see you...

"Let's go." He said calmly and they left.