BOOK 2 of Serendipity !
Just when Carlotta thought she found her serendipity in Greek Mafia Don Evangelos Kosmos, everything goes to shit. Again.
Thrown into the hands of her ex-boyfriend, Emiliano, she has to fight tooth and nail as Evengelos is...
i'm so so sorry i forgot to mention it last chapter :/ but this isn't safe for those partaking in Ramadan! <3
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I'm on my hands and knees, legs spread as my head rests on the pillow, breathing shallowly as I anticipate Gigi's next moves.
He could do anything. I've never seen him like this- and I can't tell whether I'm scared or turned the hell on.
His hand touches my ass cheek, whole hand caressing it before it's abruptly pulled away and a sharp sting follows.
I cry out, ass cheek burning after Gigi fucking spanked me.
His hand comes back to soothe the mark afterwards, leaving a kiss for good measure as he gets up behind me, leaning over my back to caress my head.
"I'm sorry baby I'm not mad at you." Gigi says softly, kissing me in between my shoulder blades. I don't say anything back to him, confused at his sporadic emotions. He sighs deeply, "I'm fucking pissed at them- at fucking Andreas."
I tilt my head back a little so I can see him. He looked conflicted, jaw clenched as he looked down at me, "They don't mean it. I'm sorry." I tell him, and he meets my eyes.
He cups my face from behind, "Don't apologise to me, love. It's only Andreas's audacity that gets me riled up. I'm sorry I lost my temper." He tells me, kissing my forehead.
I smile warmly before wiggling my ass against him, "Are you gonna fuck me or suck up to me all night?" I tease and his eyes darken yet again.
"Eager thing... Fine, you want me to fuck you, I will." He says, implying something crude with the way he says 'fuck'.
I immediately regret my words, but Gigi only smirks as he pushes my head back down, leaning back to grab my hips and tease my slit with his cock.
I flinch at the initial contact, already so sensitive from when he denied me a few minutes ago.
"Aw, are you sore?" Gigi mocks, and I shut my eyes tight, "I'll let you come this time, promise." I can hear the smirk in his voice.
Before I know it, Gigi slams into me in one swift movement, bottoming out as I muffle my cry in the pillow.
"Fuck!" Gigi grunts, "You're so wet."
I can't respond, only whimper when he starts moving inside me, pounding me in and out- not giving me time to adjust whatsoever.
It seems we both riled each other up, Gigi taking his frustrations out on fucking me, skin slapping with each deep thrust of his cock.
A hand entwined in my hair and pulls my head back, my back arching as he rides me from behind, "You fucking scared me when you weren't home today." Gigi grits, thrusts getting harder and sloppier.
"I really did debate putting a tracker in your necklace when I gave it to you." He admits, and I moan, my stomach tightening from his words and ruthless fucking. "But I won't put one in." He pants, hands getting tighter in my hair and strokes even sloppier.
