My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 103

Ellie

I didn’t know what in the world possessed me to walk into his room at this ungodly hour. Maybe I’d finally lost my marbles, but here I was, face-to-face with Giovanni...or rather, nose-to-nose since I was currently half sprawled on top of him!

"Let go of me," I said.

I struggled against his grip, the words tumbling weakly from my lips as I felt his hand gently caress my back. A tingling warmth spread through my body, radiating from where his fingers touched me. Our faces were dangerously close, our breath mingling in the small space between us. My heart thrummed against my chest, a rapid beat that matched the intensity of the moment.

"Are you sure you want that, amore mio?" he rumbled as he brushed his lips on top of mine.

I could feel his warm breath on my face, sending shivers down my spine. His gaze was intense, holding me captive in the moment. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Let go of me," I repeated, trying to sound more confident this time. But my body had a mind of its own and seemed to be responding positively to Giovanni’s touch.

"Why are you really here?" his deep voice asked, his eyes searching mine.

"I-I don’t know," I stammered, feeling completely flustered under his intense gaze.

He raised an eyebrow at me, a hint of amusement in his expression. "You don’t know? You just walked into my room in the middle of the night to just talk?"

I swallowed nervously, feeling like a fool.

"Yes," I said.

Giovanni’s lips curled into a small smile. "It’s dangerous to walk into my room like this, cara mia. I am not some gentleman."

"I know you’re not," I fired back. My voice was a little shaky but sounded far braver than I felt right now.

He flipped me over, so now I was under him. I swallowed thickly as I looked into his black eyes.

"You’re scared," he laughed, his hands gripping my wrists above my head. His face was inches away from mine, so close I could see the hideous scar on his cheek. It made him look like the devil.

"I’m not scared of you!" I retorted, trying to break free from his grip, but he held me firmly in place.

"Oh, really?" he smirked. His eyes sparkled with mischief and something else - desire, maybe?

Trying to gain some control over the situation, I glared at him and snapped, "Yes...really!"

He laughed again - richer this time, "God, you’re feisty. I like that."

I rolled my eyes. "I’m not here to entertain you."

"Then perhaps you want me," he said matter of factly.

The breath hitched in my throat. "What?"

His eyes didn’t leave mine. He was inspecting me, testing me. "You want me, don’t you?" His voice was a low growl, filled with arrogance and amusement.

I wriggled under him, my cheeks burning red. "You wish," I retorted.

"But why else would you be here, Ellie, all alone in the devil’s den?" Giovanni teased as he moved closer to my face.

"Like I said, to tell you about my plans," I said without missing a beat.

He stopped for a moment and then laughed, releasing my hands. His laugh was rich and intoxicating. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Catching my breath, I pushed him off me forcefully and sprang up from the bed.

"No need to get violent, cara mia," Giovanni grinned, his dark eyes scanning me from head to toe.

I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.

"I’m not violent," I replied sternly.

"But you are a liar," he said quietly, his gaze locked on mine. He was right. I did desire him. I wasn’t sure how it happened or when but it did.

I stayed silent; there was nothing more to say.

Giovanni’s gaze softened as he reached out to stroke my cheek gently. "It’s okay to want something...someone."

"But...but you’re not someone to be wanted," I protested weakly but didn’t move away from his touch.

A slight grin played at the corners of his mouth as he drew me in again, his hand gently resting on the small of my back. My body tingled with anticipation.

"I see," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Then why did you come here and tempt me?"

"I-I didn’t come here to tempt you," I managed to stammer out, though even I could hear the unconvincing tone in my voice.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me to his lap again, making me straddle him. His breath was hot against my skin as he chuckled, his finger tracing a tantalizing path along the curve of my breast.

The thin, silky nightgown clung to my body, revealing every curve and eliciting a low growl from his throat. His lips brushed against my earlobe, and I gasped as I felt his tongue on my skin.

He whispered, "Liar...you knew exactly what you were doing when you came in here dressed like this."

The heat between us was palpable, his desire evident as I felt his erection pressed against my sex. It felt hot and...big.

My heart raced as I waited for his next move.

"So, what will it be, Ellie?" he murmured, his hands gripping my hips tightly. There was a hunger in his eyes that mirrored my own.

"Why should I want you?" I shot back, trying to sound bolder than I actually felt.

His smirk only deepened. "You shouldn’t. But you do."

I shivered as his fingers traced the contours of my body, and I leaned into his touch.

"Stop playing games," I snapped, though the hint of desperation in my voice betrayed me.

"Am I?" he chuckled, leaning in to kiss my collarbone. His lips felt like fire against my skin. The thin silk of my nightgown did nothing to shield me from his searing heat.

He moved his hands to the hem of my nightgown, pulling it up, but I stopped him.

"No, don’t!" I said breathlessly.

He grinned, the predator at the end of the hunt. "Give me a reason not to," he challenged. His fingers, sinful and soft against my heated skin, curled against the hem of my dress, ready to pull it up.

"I--" I stuttered, the room suddenly feeling too hot.

His fingers stilled. "Yes, Ellie?"

"I just gave birth not that long ago and my body..." I hesitated.

He snorted, "You think I care about that?"

My eyes widened. "You should. It’s... it’s different."

His eyes roved over my body as if he could see through my nightgown.

"I have Stretch marks lining my stomach, and my breasts...they are saggy from breastfeeding," I said. God, I hated how insecure I sounded, but it was the truth.

He stared at me for a moment, his face unreadable.

"So?" he said finally, looking up at me. His eyes were soft, not mocking.

I blinked at him. "So... so it’s not attractive," I said. I could hear the bitterness in my own voice, and I felt a lump in my throat.

He frowned slightly. "Who said that?" he asked quietly.

"I..." I hesitated, biting my lip. "I did. I do. And besides, the doctor said I can’t have sex for another six weeks. so if you want to fuck me..."

"Make love," he corrected me with a growl.

"What?" I frowned, looking down at him. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"I want to make love to you, Ellie. I don’t just want to fuck you." His voice was stern, but there was a softness in his eyes that melted my insides.

"Oh," was all I could manage to say.

"I will wait then. Six weeks, you say?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes as if challenging me to change my mind.

"Yes," I nodded, feeling heat consuming me again. Was I really making plans to have sex with Giovanni of people!?.

He let go of the hem of my gown, his hands instead falling onto my thighs, holding me still on his lap. His touch was warm, and the heat radiated through the fabric of my nightgown into my skin.

"Well," he said finally, breaking the silence that had fallen between us. "At least we can do this," he said and kissed me.