Chapter 29 – The Mafia Nanny (Davina & Gabriel) Novel Free

Gabriel moved slightly and the light fell on him. He really did look tired. It was etched into his face.

My gaze softened of its own accord. “I’ll be there,” I whispered.

Gabriel

Iknew more than I wished I did about Davina, but instead of being bored, I wanted to know even more.

More than her foster background, her best friend Charlotte, and the mother who had abandoned her, but was still alive somewhere in middle Britain, I wanted to know the kinds of foods she loved to eat the most. I’d passed by a bakery with an assortment of pastries in the window as I had driven home that night, and I wondered what she loved. Did she prefer the summer or the winter? Or what other inconsequential things the rest of the world concerned themselves with that were not guns and death, did she love or hate?

There was no chair in my bathroom, so I carried one of the stools from the bedroom lounge and sat in front of the massive bathroom mirror while she faced me with a pair of scissors.

It was an intrinsic part of me to be wary whenever weapons of any sort were in my vicinity, but with Davina, I actually shut my eyes and allowed her to work. I listened to the sound of her quiet breathing, and reveled in her warm scent.

“Aren’t you scared I’ll mess up your entire head?” she teased as she snipped away.

I smiled. “If it’s too bad I’ll just shave it all off.”

She stopped then and I opened my eyes to look at her. Hers were very green and very wide. My pulse quickened, but I ignored it. “It’s just hair,” I said softly. “There are worse things to deal with.”

We were silent as we stared at each other, then she hastily returned her attention back to my hair.

I reached out and pulled her hips into my face.

“Hey!” she scolded, but I grabbed her full ass and nudged up her T-shirt with my nose. I kissed her stomach and she held onto my head.

Before she could move fast enough to stop me, I was on my knees, my head was between her legs, and I had a mouthful of her cunt. So the little minx had come to my bedroom commando!

Her body shuddered at the contact as she held onto my shoulders for support. “Gabriel,” she gasped. “I’m not done.”

“You can finish later,” I rasped, as I began to thoroughly lick and suck her swollen clit.

In time, the tools fell from her hands to join the smattering of nipped hair on the marble floor.

I rose and lifted her into my arms. In the shower stall, she ripped her shirt away and was back on me, unable to control herself. Her hands tugged on the band of my pants, and as they went down to the floor, so did she. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth and I held onto the wall for support.

I looked down and watched her lips feverishly worshipping the engorged head. Her pink tongue slid down my shaft, kissing and licking the burgeoning blue veins…then she took my balls in her mouth.

Fuck, I cursed and fought to catch my breath.

This woman consumed me. Guttural sounds emanated from the back of her throat as she mouth-fucked me. Her greed was beautiful to watch. All the blood left my brain as I came hard, hot spurts of cum shooting down her throat.

I pulled her up to me and crushed my lips to hers. I held her desperately to me as I drank her in. We were one. She tasted of me and I tasted of her. Before I knew what I was doing she was in my arms again, and we were exiting the bathroom.

“I thought we were taking a showe—”

I tossed her unto the bed.

She bounced and looked up at me with wide eyes.

“That will be afterwards,” I said as I zeroed in on her. “Right now, I can only think of at least ten ways I need to have you.”

She squealed with excitement as I took her nipples in my mouth and the sound sent tingles down my body.

More than an hour of mind-blowing sex later we collapsed against each other, spent and twisted. I was close to passing out from exhaustion. I’d had her in more positions than I could recall. She had her legs on my shoulders. I could smell her pussy. I was so tired my eyes were half-shut and yet her scent lured me. I turned my head and sucked at her poor swollen clit.

She moaned and whispered, “No more, Gabriel. No more.”

I didn’t listen to her pleas.

Davina

The panic set in slowly.

Gabriel was asleep and no longer available to me. The tremors of extreme sexual satiation had stopped crashing in endless waves all through my body. All I was left with was the panic of knowing there could be no turning back. From day one, I knew this unearthly attraction was dangerous. It set a fire inside of me, but I thought I could control it. But now it looked as it would grow and grow until it consumed me whole.

I wanted to run.

Attachment was what I feared most because people broke your heart. And people like Gabriel, they were the worst. They had their own hell to deal with. Walls were what had kept me safe… walls were what kept me sane.

I was falling, fast and deeply for this unknowable beast of a man. It was a bad sign when I wanted to bare my entire self to him.

I needed to run.

But I didn’t want to leave. In his arms, at that moment, it all felt like home. At least what I imagined home would feel like, warm and safe and full of love. But there was neither warmth, safety or love here. Tears filled my eyes. I wanted to stay, but falling asleep with him would be breaking another rule.

He was dead to the world, but I moved as quietly as I could. Try as I might, I found him impossible to budge. His thick biceps pinned me solidly to the bed. I wrenched his arm from me and he came awake.

He didn’t awaken fully, but enough to ask me where I was headed.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I replied.

He yawned, mumbled something, and moved away in quiet agreement.

I was freed. I grabbed my clothes, pulled open his door and sped down the hallway. Hopefully, he would assume I left just before the sun arose. Either way, it wouldn’t bother him.

However, I had to protect me.

No one else would.

Davina

“You ran away?” Charlotte asked.

I spun back around to face her. We were shopping at our local supermarket. “I didn’t run away,” I refuted. “I just went back to my room.”

“What about his hair, then?”

I smiled. “I think he must have called his own hairdresser the next morning because it looked pretty good when he met Michele and I for breakfast.”

She stared at me for a few moments and then she peered down into our cart. “Okay,” she said and picked up the bag of dumplings to return back to the shelf.

“Hey!” I called.

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