My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 125

Ellie

As I stepped inside the warm, cozy house, I noticed that Lucas was already asleep. Mary, Giovanni’s housekeeper, sat in a rocking chair beside Elora’s crib, gently swaying back and forth. She turned to me with a warm smile as I entered the room.

"Was she a good girl?" I asked.

"A perfect baby, this one is," Mary replied. "Didn’t cry much and went right to sleep after feeding."

I smiled proudly. "And Lucas?"

Mary let out a soft giggle. "He is a bit of a handful, but not in a bad way. He was curious about everything. Asked me a lot of questions."

"Just like his mother," Giovanni’s voice boomed near my ear. I felt his warmth seeping through me as he wrapped his fingers around my waist and pulled me against his body.

Mary got up. "I will return to my room now, Signor Leones and Signora Blackwood. Is there anything else you need from me?"

I shook my head. "Thank you for watching the children, Mary."

"It’s my pleasure," she said before exiting the room.

Giovanni kissed my neck, and a shock of pleasure shook me to my core. "The children are sleeping already," he whispered.

"Yes, they are," I said, shivering as he placed another kiss on my neck.

"But we are awake," he said, tightening his grip on me.

"Wide awake," I whispered.

"What should we do about it?" he asked, turning me around slowly to face him.

My heart raced as Giovanni turned me around to face him. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine. The warmth of his body pressed against me, and the intensity of his gaze made my breath catch in my throat.

"We could...watch TV," I suggested, though my voice betrayed my true feelings, trembling with anticipation.

He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "There’s nothing on TV I want to watch."

"We could...um...play chess?" I said, trying not to laugh.

Giovanni chuckled softly, his breath warm against my skin. "Chess, huh? I didn’t know you were a strategist," he teased, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my waist.

I giggled, trying to keep the mood light. "I could surprise you with my moves."

"Oh, I’m sure you could," he replied, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I have a better idea."

Before I could respond, he scooped me up into his arms, carrying me towards the bedroom with effortless grace. "Giovanni!" I exclaimed, laughing as he carried me. "What are you doing?"

"Taking us somewhere more comfortable," he said with a mischievous grin.

He gently laid me down on the soft sheets. His eyes, usually so hard and intense, now held a warmth that made my heart flutter.

"This is not a very good position for a chess tournament," I teased, tracing a finger along his jawline.

Giovanni’s smile softened, his gaze lingering on my face with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "You drive me crazy, woman," he murmured, leaning in to capture my lips in a tender kiss.

I forgot about everything else then. Giovanni’s hands roamed my body hungrily as if he wanted to feel every inch.

He kissed me with a passion that ignited a fire within me. The worries of the day melted away. "Giovanni," I whispered against his lips. "You were supposed to tell me about your past once we got home. Are you trying to distract me?"

Giovanni paused, his breath hitching slightly as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "My stories come with a price."

I pouted. "No fair."

Giovanni chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Life isn’t always fair, mia cara," he said, tracing a finger along my jawline.

I pouted, my lower lip jutting out in a playful gesture. "No fair at all," I repeated, trying to maintain a serious expression but failing as a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Giovanni’s eyes darkened with desire as he leaned closer, his voice a low, hungry growl. "I want to taste you," he said, his breath warm against my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine, and my heart raced with anticipation. "Giovanni..." I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"I can’t make love to you for another two weeks and four days, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my fill other ways," he said, grinning devilishly.

My breath caught in my throat as Giovanni’s words sent a thrill through me. The intensity in his eyes left no room for doubt about what he wanted.

"You have been counting?" I whispered, my voice a blend of anticipation and shyness.

Giovanni’s grin widened, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Every single day," he replied, his voice low and husky. "I’ve been counting down to the moment I can have you completely."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within me. "Giovanni..."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "But for now," he whispered, "I’ll just have to savor every other part of you."

With that, he began a slow, deliberate exploration, his hands and lips leaving a trail of fire across my skin. His touch was both gentle and possessive, making me feel cherished and desired.

He pulled off my dress, exposing me completely.

"Giovanni," I moaned softly, my hands clutching at his shoulders as I surrendered to the sensations he was creating.

He kissed his way down my body, his lips worshiping every inch of my skin. The anticipation built with every moment, every kiss and caress heightening my senses.

When he finally reached his destination, he paused, looking up at me with a mixture of tenderness and hunger. "You’re so lovely, Ellie," he said softly, his breath warm against my skin.

Before I could respond, he dipped down and pressed his mouth on my sex.

"Ohh!" I moaned as I felt his tongue against my wet pussy. I closed my eyes, feeling a rush of heat and desire course through my body. Giovanni’s mouth began to move, his lips parting my folds, exploring every inch with agonizing slowness.

I let out another low moan, arching my back as he continued his exploration. Every touch was exquisite, every kiss sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel his tongue tracing patterns on my folds, my little sensitive nub, sending jolts of pleasure in my belly and all the way down to my toes.

Giovanni’s hands moved to my thighs, gripping them firmly, spreading my legs wider, giving him better access. His tongue dipped inside me, lapping up my juices as if savoring a decadent dessert. I cried out, my body writhing under his expert touch.

He continued his assault, his mouth moving up and down, his tongue sliding in and out in a rhythm that was driving me wild. I could feel my climax building, the tension knotting up inside me, threatening to explode.

I reached down, gripping his hair, pulling him closer to me, needing him to feel the full force of my pleasure. "Giovanni," I panted, my voice hoarse with desire. "Giovanni, please."

He responded by increasing his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his lips pressing harder against me. I could feel his teeth grazing my skin, sending sparks of sensation through me. My climax was upon me, building up to a crescendo that threatened to split me in two.

"Giovanni!" I cried out, my voice echoing through the room. "I’m going to come!"

And then it happened, my body convulsing, my orgasm washing over me in waves of ecstasy. Giovanni kept going, his mouth never leaving me, his tongue never stopping, milking every last drop of pleasure from me.

When it was over, I lay there, panting, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Giovanni looked up at me, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well," he started in a husky voice. "Now we can talk."