Chapter 64: Chapter 64

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When I opened my eyes to see darkness and a warm palm on my small of my back, my body had already rotated and was contacting Falcone's unyielding wall.

What the heck?

He shifted into me so I took the weight of him and I didn’t have the chance to say a word when his mouth was on mine.

What. The. Heck?

My hands moved to his shoulders, and I pushed before I could lose my composure. I then jerked my head to the side, separating my mouth from his.

"Get off" me now!

I insisted, pressing once more.

“He fuck you?"  Falcone roared at my ear, digging his hands into my night shirt and pushing it up with his fists.

What was going on? What brought him here at all?

“What? " I exploded. “Who? ”

My nightshirt was raised further higher by his hands."  You let him fuck you, Finn, babe? ”

I straightened my head and peered up at him through the darkness. "You stupid fool have no business with it! ”

"You allowed him to kiss you in your living room, babe."

Well, what?

“What? " I muttered.

"Your home has cameras," I said.

My body went motionless. " When was that? ”

"Since the abduction, Gia."

God, oh God. I was unsure about how to proceed. What did I use this for?

"You cannot have cameras in my home!"  I screamed, pushing at his shoulders once again.

"You're not allowed to watch me any longer!"  I continued yelling. "And you can't be here, either!  " I kept screamngi.

He hissed, the nightshirt now reaching my ribcage, "I'm here."

"I understand it and feel that, yet I want you to leave."

My hands were completely useless as his weight on my body pinned me down as he held me firm and kissed me, and one of his hands released my nightshirt so he could wrap his fingers and thumb around my jaw, situating my face. I was no match for his power.

But I was determined that this wouldn't happen to me again. Again, no. He would not have believed that he could continue this. taking what he desired while holding back everything else.

No way. No fucking way.

So I fought him. I fought his mouth and his hands and his body.

He was too strong and he knew what he was doing. But he also knew he was a lot stronger than me so the one advantage I had was that he didn’t want to hurt me.

I didn’t share the same desire.

So I didn’t fight fair. I was vicious and I was determined and I used everything I had.

Unfortunately, when I was biting him, I tasted him and smelled him. Then, also unfortunately, somewhere along the way he quit trying to contain me and started doing other things to me. Therefore, somewhere along the way, I lost my nightshirt. Then I lost my determination. Then my fighting became something just as strong and overpowering and that something was hunger.

I had him on his back and I didn’t jump away. Oh no, not me. Not stupid, stupid me.

I used my hands, lips and tongue to touch him, taste him, his chest, his nipples, down, his abs, down, I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and circled the tip with my tongue.

Mm.

Then I was in the air a brief second before I was on my back, my panties were gone a second later and my knees were lifted high with Falcone’s hands at the back of them, then they were spread wide. Then his mouth was on me. He wasn’t feeling insatiable. He was feeling in the mood to savor. So he did. He savored me and I not only let him, I slid my fingers over his hair and held him to me, it felt that good.

He took me close, God, so close, unbelievable and I was about to come, whimpering and whispering, “Baby,” when his mouth went away, he turned me to my belly, spread my legs again, positioned between them and yanked up my hips so we were both on our knees.

Then he was inside me, pounding deep. Beautiful.

I arched my chest into the bed and stretched my arms out in front of me, palms into the headboard as I reared back to meet his thrusts. God, I loved this. Fucking loved it.

“Touch yourself, baby,” Falcone ordered, his voice thick and one of my hand moved from the headboard and slid between my legs. “That’s it,” he growled, “help me out.”

I helped him out, whirling as he thrust, my moans drowned by the pillow, it didn’t take long before I came and I did it hard.

It took Falcone longer, his grip tight on my hips, he pounded in as he pulled me back and, even coming down, I loved the feel of him.

Then he groaned as his thrusts magnified, driving deep, he kept taking me as he climaxed.

Then the power of his movements gentled but he kept moving inside me, gliding in and out slowly, an intimate caress, the most intimate there was. His fingers stopped gripping my hips and slid soft against the skin of my ass, my lower back, hips, down the sides and back of my thighs and it felt nice. Sweet and nice.

I closed my eyes, my face still in the pillow.

I was such… a…slut.

How humiliating was this? There was no degree. It was off the charts.

They had to make new charts to measure this kind of humiliation.

Finally he slid out and started to drop to his side at the same time I felt his hand curl around my waist to take me with him but, quick as I could, I slid away. Jumping off the bed, I bent, snatched my nightshirt off the floor and I pulled it on while I raced from the room.

I went to the bathroom and locked the door. Then I turned on the light and stood there shaking.

What was wrong with me?

The tears threatened but I beat them back by deep breathing. Then I snatched a washcloth out of my bathroom closet, turned on the faucet until the water was hot and then I cleaned him from me.

He would leave. He would leave. He always left.

Then I needed to move. Not houses, to a different state. I could work anywhere. I was free to go. It would suck, leaving everyone behind but I was up for the adventure. Dad had taken us to Batangas when I was a kid, we toured there. We went to the white beach. We ate clam chowder and I loved it. We had lobster and that was still my most favorite thing. I was into history. I was into lobster. I could do Boston.

I sat on the toilet, thinking of Batangas and I listening but I wouldn’t hear him leave. But he’d leave. He’d go. I knew it.

I waited and listened to silence.

Then I sucked in breath and went to the door. I had my hand on the light switch when I opened it but I stopped dead because Falcone was in the hall. He was wearing nothing but his cargoes, his ass was to the wall, his legs slightly out in front of him, his head bent, he was contemplating his feet.

Shit. He didn’t go.

He kept his head bent but twisted his neck and his eyes came to me.

“You need to go,” I announced, flipping off the switch and entering the hall.

Then I found my back to the wall and I was pinned there with Falcone’s body. One of his hands was at my neck, thumb in my jaw to force me to look up at him, the other one was at my hip. Mine went to his waist and I pushed, to no avail.

“You need to go,” I repeated.

“I was in the middle of an operation, an important one, they needed me. So when my wife and daughter died, they couldn’t tell me, they needed me focused. They were dead two days before I knew I’d lost them.”

Oh God.

“I don’t want to hear this,” I told him. “I have no interest in this,” I went on but I said this in an effort not to convince him but to convince myself.

Falcone ignored me. “I was thousands of miles away. Thousands of miles away when I lost my family, Gia.”

“You need to go,” I said again with another push of my hands.