Matteo Gianna was trying to kill me with his eyes. Not that I wasn’t used to that look by now, but I had to admit that it was still turning me on. I wished Sandro had waited a few more minutes to show up, even though his first appearance had given me a chance to teach Gianna a lesson. Unfortunately, I was punishing myself as much as Gianna with my little lesson . She tasted damn good. I couldn’t wait to lick her again, to see her scream my name and run her fingers through my hair. I was already getting a fucking boner again. Fuck this.
The elevator doors opened and Sandro walked in, holding a black suitcase. “Good morning, boss. I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said, shifting his gaze from me to Gianna. Despite the mess six months ago, he was still a good soldier. The best since Romero.
“You didn’t,” I said with a smile to Gianna, whose eyes narrowed even more. It was a good thing Sandro didn’t look anywhere near my groin area because I couldn’t have hidden the bulge in any way. Not that I fucking cared . “Let’s do it now,” I said finally.
Gianna crossed her arms over her chest, somehow managing to lift her breasts deliciously. Was she doing it on purpose? She did not move as we walked toward her. She seemed to care less, but I knew her better than that. She was probably trying to figure out a way to make me pay for teasing her, not to mention the ankle bracelet. But she had brought it on herself.
Sandro looked at Gianna suspiciously as we stopped beside her. I couldn’t blame him. His pride had suffered a severe blow when she and Aria had drugged and tied him up . He was too smart to show his dislike though.
I pointed to the stool. “You need to take off your pantyhose and sit down.”
“Thank you for the head-to-head. You could have mentioned the pantyhose issue earlier and saved me a lot of trouble,” he muttered. Man, the look on her face made me want to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her brains out.
Sandro pretended to be struggling with the ankle bracelet in the case while I approached Gianna. “But I enjoyed seeing you wear your sexy pantyhose, and I’ll enjoy seeing you take them off again.”
This time Gianna almost ripped off her pantyhose before perching herself on the stool, crossing her long, skinny legs. She clenched her lips in anger, then winced in pain.
Fury at her father exploded in my growing lust. Damn, Luca, and his determination to keep the peace with the Outfit.
Sandro hesitated, ankle bracelet in hand, and cast a questioning glance in my direction.
I would never put an ankle bracelet on anyone, so even though I damn well hated the thought of Sandro touching Gianna’s leg, it was the logical choice. I nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Extend your left leg.”
Gianna gave me a cutting look but raised her leg without protest. Maybe she had decided it was the ‘better option than being locked in the apartment all the time, or maybe she had torturous things in mind to do to me as punishment. I had a feeling I would enjoy whatever he had in mind, even if that was not his intention.
Sandro leaned over Gianna’s leg and began to fasten the small black monitor to her ankle. I leaned against the kitchen counter next to Gianna. She did not look in my direction.
“Will this also monitor my alcohol consumption?” asked Sandro. He looked up at her, then at me.
“I don’t care if you get drunk as long as you do it in New York,” I said. Her blue eyes fixed me with another frown before turning back to Sandro, who was checking the functionality of the bracelet.
With a nod, he straightened. “All done. You can track it with your laptop, phone, or any other Internet-ready device .
“Great,” murmured Gianna.
“Thank you, Sandro.”
“Do you need anything else?”
I shake my head. “Not today. Romero is upstairs. You can go back to your other duties.
Sandro gave Gianna a brief nod before turning and heading for the elevator. After letting him out, I returned to Gianna.
“So how long will I have to wear this thing?”
she asked, lifting her leg to get a closer look at the small black device around her ankle. I hated seeing her in that thing. It seemed wrong to chain her up like that, but Luca had suggested the bracelet and it was a nice solution. Gianna was too unstable for her own good.
“Until I decide I can trust you enough not to do something stupid.”
“So forever.” She dropped her leg again.
I giggled. “NO. I like your beautiful legs better without the ankle monitor, believe me. I will relieve you of that thing as soon as possible.” I traced her bare knee with my fingers, then higher until I reached the edge of her denim skirt.
She pushed my hand away and jumped off the stool.
“Hands off,” she said softly.
I raised my eyebrows. “I thought you wanted to continue where we left off before?” I really wanted to continue where we left off.
She walked past me headed for the coffee pot, rocking her hips in a way that made me erect again. “I’m fine,” she said with a shrug. “All I need is a cup of coffee.” He grabbed a new mug and placed it under the coffee pot before peeking over his shoulder at me. “What about you? Is there anything you need?” His eyes roamed down my body to my erection. I could tell he was fighting a smile.
Oh, shit. He really knew how to give me bedroom eyes. And he obviously thought he could play my game better than I could. “I’m good at it, too.”
He brought the cup to his mouth, took a sip, then slowly ran his tongue over his upper lip.
I stifled a groan. I was supposed to meet with Luca to discuss what I had missed over the past few months while chasing Gianna, but I really wished I could watch her all day and maybe convince her to run her tongue over my cock. I walked over to her and twisted a strand of her hair around my index finger. “I hate your new color. I preferred you red.”
Gianna pulled back and put the cup down with a clang.
“Well, looking good was not my main concern while I was on the run. You may not have noticed, but a known mobster was after me.
I smiled. “Notorious?”
She rolled her eyes. “If you’re looking for compliments, then you’re talking to the wrong person.”
I didn’t tell her to dye her hair their natural color, even though I wanted to. I knew she wouldn’t do it if I tried to push her. Maybe admitting that I liked her red hair was enough to make her want to stay a brunette forever. “I have an appointment with Luca. You can spend the day with Aria upstairs if you want.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Am I allowed to spend the day with Aria?” After a moment, he twisted his mouth and added.
“Not that I would need your permission to see my sister…”
“You and Aria haven’t seen each other for a long time, I suppose you have a lot to talk about.” I wondered if Gianna would tell Aria about last night and what exactly she would say. Normally I would have asked her what she liked, but I knew Gianna would not give me an honest answer. Women had never complained about my sexual abilities, but I wanted to hear it from Gianna. Maybe Luca was right and I was a vain asshole.
“Can we go up now?” asked Gianna, excitement lighting up her face. It was the first real excitement she had shown me all morning.
“How about a kiss to convince me?”
She surprised me by grabbing my shirt, pulling me toward her and pressing her lips to mine. Her sexy body leaned into me and her tongue slid into my mouth. I needed no further encouragement. I grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them, enjoying her gasp as our tongues danced with each other. I pushed my hard cock against her. She needed to know what she was doing to me.
Fuck. I was so fucking hard it was a miracle I hadn’t come in my pants like a teenage idiot yet.
Without warning she pulled back and I growled in response, tightening my grip on her butt, but she lowered my arms and moved out of my reach. “You wanted a kiss, you got your kiss. Now let’s go to Aria.”
That vixen. I knew from her rapid breathing and flushed cheeks that she was as affected as I was by our kisses, but she seemed determined to suppress her lust. I should have simply stepped up my game, shown her what a mind-blowing orgasm really meant . After that, hopefully, she would become putty in my hands.
I started toward the elevator as if I didn’t give a damn.
I had more than enough experience in hiding my emotions, so I had no problem masking my excitement. I pressed the button that made the elevator doors open and motioned Gianna to enter. She frowned but then entered the elevator and leaned against the wall.
Hiding my smile, I reached for her and pressed the button that would take us up. It took several moments before Luca approved our going up. Before he married Aria, I had been allowed to ride the elevator up without his approval, but he had since installed the manual control again. Not that I blamed him. Nor did I want him or Aria to break in while Gianna and I were defiling every available space in the apartment . The elevator started moving again, and within seconds it stopped again.
Aria was already waiting in front of the doors when they opened. She barely gave me a glance before hugging her sister and dragging her away toward the living area.
Luca stood with his arms crossed against the wall. “No goodbye kiss for you from your lovely wife?” he asked wryly.
Aria and Gianna had settled on the sofa and were talking to each other. Romero raised his hand in greeting from his seat in the kitchen. He would watch over Aria and Gianna while Luca and I were busy in the Sphere. He knew what the two girls had done to Sandro, so he would not let his guard down, and even if he had known, the ankle bracelet would have alerted me to Gianna’s whereabouts.
“Aria doesn’t seem all that sad to see you gone either ,” I said when Luca joined me in the elevator.
He smiled. “We’ve already said goodbye twice this morning . How about you? How was your wedding night?”
I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Better than yours.”
Luca’s eyebrows rose in silent doubt. “So he turned it off ?”
“He did,” I said. “And I was his first.” “Did he tell you?” asked Luca doubtfully.
“No, she didn’t. She was furious that I found out. But there was no way she could hide it.”
“Good for you,” said Luca, patting me on the back. “So do you still like her or have you come to your senses now that your cock no longer rules your thoughts?”
I gave him the middle finger. “What makes you think my cock is not still in charge?”
Luca sighed. “Whatever you like, but don’t come complaining when she starts bothering you.” The elevator stopped and opened onto the underground garage. “Now let’s focus on business. You’ve wasted enough time. I need your full attention now.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, but I had a feeling it would not be easy to get Gianna out of my mind. The image of her naked body underneath me had seared itself into my brain, and I wasn’t too keen on letting her go.