Chapter 18 – The Mafia Nanny (Davina & Gabriel) Novel Free

The next thing I registered was his hands violently tearing at the b**ton of my jeans, and I needed them to be off as much as I needed to take my next breath. His mouth found its way to my br***ts, taking in as much of the plump mounds as he could through the material, but I needed more. I ripped the T-shirt over my head ripped away my bra, and with my hands around his neck slammed his face back into my br***ts. It was such a disrespect to my own body that I wondered if I would ever be able to forgive myself. But I couldn’t stop. All I needed was him—in me and everywhere around me.

As one hand plumped at the br***t, I’d thrown at him, his mouth was on the other, s**king and nipping at my swollen n**ples. He sl*pped his heavy hand roughly into my pa**ies and grasped at my mound.

I felt his fi**gers slide into my dripping w*t p**sy and for a moment, felt my heart stop. He sq***zed the soft supple flesh hard and I felt myself unravel.

Jesus. What was happening to me?

It all terrified the hell out of me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This man was too dangerous. A criminal. I let go of his neck and began to push him away. “No!” I cried frantically, and closed my hand around his wrist to pull him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Games, wild cat,” he mocked, as he sl*pped another fi**ger inside of me, and then another.

I felt my bones begin to melt. His fi**gers th**st expertly in and out of me, rapid, and fluid, while I writhed my h*ps in a crazed trance to meet his onslaught.

Time passed or stopped, I couldn’t tell, I only knew sensation, the waves of pleasure radiating from his fi**gers through my whole body. I came hard, hugging his head in wonder. All he’d used were his fi**gers and I’d been close to losing my mind. I pulled away from him to stare into his eyes. How stupid I had been when I told Charlotte I would merrily walk away when this was over. This would never be over. Not for me. What male would ever live up to this? Now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive this man.

“We have to stop,” I whispered.

“Why do you keep trying to run away?” he asked. “I haven’t even started with you.”

I couldn’t respond. Instead, I began to push away, from him, frantic for him to let me go.

“No,” he snarled. “Not before I’ve had you.” Grabbing both the waistband of my pa**ies and jeans, he tugged them down my legs. Lifting me off the ground, he kicked away the crumpled clothes.

I was standing buck naked in front of him.

With a groan, he dropped his head and s**ked on the wildly throbbing pulse at my throat. While I was distracted by the sensation, his l*ps completely possessed mine again.

I was nothing but a wimp against the wall.

Without thinking, my th**hs spread open when I felt the rock-hard shaft he pushed at my entrance. He stroked the thick head up and down my swollen, soaked sex. Like an animal in heat, I lifted my leg and held on for the ride.

Lowering himself slightly, he plunged into me.

Jesus Christ. It took my breath away. My eyes were jammed shut, as the euphoria of the kind of fiery, livid lust I’d never known completely possessed me. I heard a groan.

Whether it came from him, or me I couldn’t tell—not that I cared.

Gabriel Angelini f**ked me so hard my legs completely left the floor. His c**k ramming brutally and ceaselessly into me. I couldn’t match his th**sts. Neither could I keep up with his hunger or virility, so I just wr*pped my arms tightly around his neck and hung on, as tears rolled down my cheeks for a second time that evening.

He swore in Russian, while I pulled on his hair needing to vent at his delicious assault.

To my shock, I climaxed again. This time it was like an explosion. As Charlotte would say, ‘un-f**kin-real’. As my p**sy convulsed around his thick c**k, my entire being shuddering uncontrollably.

It tipped him over the edge and he joined me.

Together, we groaned, grunted and fought to catch our breaths. The first time he made me come, it had been easy to remain soundless, but with the fragments of my senses that I still had a hold on, it registered that I would most probably have trouble speaking or even walking for the next few days. I felt bruised all over and violated, in the most delicious way I could’ve ever possibly dreamed.

My l*ps glided across his face in search of his mouth, and I k**sed him, deeply, afraid that this moment would never come again. He allowed it and then I felt his thick c**k slide out of me.

I was leaking, both his juices and mine, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt. Oh God, I’d let him come inside me! I panicked and held on tighter refusing to break the k**s or my hold. Just wanting to pretend everything was okay. I could stay in this room like this forever.

He was the one who pulled away.

I was too afraid to open my eyes.

Silence grew bet**en us, and when it became too painful to bear, I brushed my sweat dampened hair across my shoulders, and without looking at him began to arrange myself in order. The walk of shame just started. I picked my pa**ies off the floor. If he apologized, or if he said this was a mistake, or if he said we could just pretend this never happened, I swear, I would kill him in his sleep. But he didn’t say that.

“I didn’t take any precautions” he stated, his voice strangely hoarse.

My gaze flew to his face.

He looked actually a bit shocked, as if this had never happened to him either. He shook his head. “I had a condom in my pocket, but I didn’t think to use it.”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of it,” I said quickly, and pulled my pa**ies and jeans back in place.

I saw him reach for me and I was suddenly so alarmed, I moved out of the way. Our gazes met and I could see the anger in his.

All he’d wanted was to help me.

“I’m fine,” I said, and focused on straightening my T-shirt. I listened as he arranged himself and pulled up his trousers. I couldn’t meet his eyes.

Towering quite considerably over me, I felt his shadow looming over me.

“You’ll still have to learn to shoot,” he said, before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.

Only then, did I lift my head and let out a strange wail of bewilderment.

Davina

Idragged my luggage down the stairs before anyone else awoke, and hid it in the closet by the foyer. Exhausted from a night of sleep deprivation, I spent most of the night worrying about how I would tell Michele I was leaving. I’d promised I would stay and help her. I knew she was frightened about something, but I just couldn’t keep my word. Gabriel was devoted to her and he would eventually find someone else to help her.

I straightened and wiped the sweat away from my brow.

My heart jumped when I heard a sound behind me. I spun around and to my horror, Gabriel and his immense and rude companion were watching me, their hands in their pockets. They were magnificently dressed, clothed in tailored luxury suits I was sure cost more than everything Charlotte and I owned. There must be cameras around the house. They must have seen me creep down the stairs.

I met Gabriel’s eyes boldly, refusing to cower.

He didn’t say anything, but his cold stare was a demand for an explanation.

“I’m leaving,” I declared, lifting my chin. “I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s not a good idea to remain in this house.” My words sounded borderline silly, but I didn’t care, they could think what they wanted.

Gabriel continued on his way without a word, and I was left staring after him in shock. He didn’t care whether I stayed or went! Something inside me broke.

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