Chapter 12 – The Mafia Nanny (Davina & Gabriel) Novel Free

She got in at the opposite end, as far from me as possible and stayed in the corner treading water.

A few minutes passed before I spoke again, “Are you just going to remain there?”

“I’m fine here,” she replied without turning around.

I chuckled under my breath. “You don’t seem fine, little rabbit.”

Davina

Bastard

It was all I could think about as I cowered in the corner of the pool, wondering what had possessed me to ignore the magnificent shower in my room and instead, head out to this.

I had just needed to cool down so I could get to sleep, and a quick swim which would have both exhausted and calmed me had held the sweetest lure, however walking in on him—in that way…

I couldn’t breathe.

I shouldn’t have come in.

You should have just turned around and left, you idiot…

I couldn’t understand myself. Was my resolve truly to see and regard him as nothing more than my employer, or was I provoking the both of us?

I fought the image of him lounging in the water at the opposite end of the pool, watching me with eyes I could have sworn were burning holes through my back. The huge tattoo spanning across the left side of his ch*st. I wanted to trace the sculpt of those abs with my t***ue. And of course… there was his c**k. How Charlotte would howl when I told her just how big it was. He had a very sizeable one, and from what I could see, any woman should think twice about letting such a monster inside her.

Try as I might to put myself off of it the image of him fisting himself, and the growl that had slid from his throat was all that swam around in my head. It had turned the swollen bud bet**en my legs into a painful ache.

I felt unable to take a swim, or move away from my little corner, so I decided to just to leave. Feeling like a complete coward and cursing my stupidity for not doing it in the first place, I took a deep breath and prepared to go.

Just as I was about to turn I sensed movement behind me. My whole body froze as he emerged from the water behind me.

Swallowing the scream that tore out of my throat, I spun around. His dancing eyes were mere inches away from my face. It drove me backwards until my back hit the wall of the pool. “M-Mr…” I couldn’t even remember his name.

“Call me Gabriel,” he suggested softly, his eyes though were dark with desire.

The strength left my legs, and I must have begun to sink into the water because his hand slid around my waist, or maybe just because he wanted to. In this moment, I wasn’t coherent about a lot. I just hung on to him as if for dear life. “You said you wouldn’t touch me, Mr. Angelini,” I said, my gaze seeing absolutely nothing as I stared densely to the left of him.

“Gabriel,” he reminded softly.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me … Gabriel.”

“I said I wouldn’t touch you…unless you wanted me to.”

“I didn’t say I wanted you to,” I protested weakly. The sensation of his strong hand curled around my waist did all kinds of crazy things to me. God, how I wanted this man.

“Didn’t you?” he murmured.

My throat closed at the look in his eyes. I could only shake my head.

“I didn’t want to hire you,” he muttered.

I swallowed. “Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

“Why not?” he asked.

I turned my face away from him.

With a fi**ger on my chin, he brought my gaze back to his. “Why not?” he repeated.

I didn’t think he needed an answer to the question and he proved me right. He leaned in and with his l*ps barely an inch away from my skin traced my scent up my jawline and then down my neck, slowly, excruciatingly. I shut my eyes like someone possessed and then from nowhere heard his voice in my ears.

“Because you want to f**k me too?” With an arm around my waist, he slammed me into his ch*st, my br***ts crushed to the hardness his body. He r*bbed me against him.

Oh, God, if he did this long enough, I felt sure it would bring me to an orgasm, a shameless brutal one. One that would leave me with not a shred of dignity. Shaking my head, I willed the strength back into my limp body, and putting my hands on his hard ch*st, I pushed myself away from him.

He let me go. “Why do you deny what’s going on bet**en us? You walked into the dining room and my dick was instantly hard. And you were flushed red. So you feel it too. What exactly is holding you back?”

Angry with myself for failing to conceal my desire, and at him for blatantly pointing it out, I frowned. “You’re wrong about me.”

He didn’t say a word…instead, he brought his face toward mine.

I shut my eyes and my heart pounded so hard in my ch*st I was sure he could hear it. I could feel his l*ps burn a trail on my skin as they traced along the line of my jaw. A barrage of raw primal need coursed through my bloodstream. Something very dangerous loomed about him. I could sense it from the first moment we met. Now, as his pure animalistic strength seemed to overpower me, I wanted nothing more than to be ravished by him, but I made one last desperate attempt to escape.

His hand shut out to the edge of the pool and blocked my exit.

I stared at the network of bulging veins running down the heavily muscled limb. In that moment I couldn’t stomach it any longer, so I turned to him and lashed out, “If you want to f**k me so badly, then just do so and get it over with.”

His brows raised and the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his l*ps.

I realized he enjoyed mocking me. It angered me even further. I didn’t even care if I got myself fired. I shot out my hand underneath the water, my gaze not breaking away from his and grabbed his thick c**k. I heard the excited gasp escaping his l*ps at my hold, and it gave me that bit of confidence I needed.

With his other hand, he caged me into place. I watched him while seething.

His l*ps spread into a full wolfish grin. “You’re coming for blood?”

My frown deepened. Spreading my legs apart, I drew his c**k to me forcing his entire body along, and over my swimsuit, I stroked the wide head up and down the l*ps of my sex. My head fell slightly backwards as I m**ned silently at the sensation. A dark coil of ecstasy unfurled in the pit of my stomach.

He buried his face in my neck, and nipped bruising k**ses on my skin, his t***ue shooting out to t**se my pulse before he moved onward and plunged his t***ue into my mouth.

I lost myself then, pulling violently at the crotch of my swimsuit. I was mad for him. I wanted him inside me. In that moment of madness, I forgot about protection. I forgot he was my boss. I forgot everything, but the overriding need to have him inside me.

“Do you need help?” he mocked against my mouth, when he saw that my efforts were ineffective.

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