Page 34 of Heart's Temptation
Niki gasped around my length, and I thrust down her throat. She was pinned on both ends and we gave her a moment to adjust to the invasion. Gio reached around and slipped a finger inside her. Drawing out, he licked the arousal off his finger.
Niki moaned, her throat swallowing my cock. I tortured her nipples while Gio took her hard from behind. She screamed as the waves of her orgasm crushed her. The familiar sounds of flesh striking flesh rang in my ears as Gio spanked Niki. Her primal screams continued, until my cock couldn’t take any more of her vocal vibrations. I shouted her name as I pumped my seed in steady streams down her throat.
I heard Gio grunt and felt him pounding hard and fast until he suddenly went still. Her muffled cries turned into quiet mewls of pleasure as I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Gio slipped out from between her cheeks and lifted her off me. The three of us collapsed on the bed, taking a moment to catch our breath. Niki shuddered between us, and I rubbed her punished bottom, while Gio gently swept her long hair back, stroking her face.
And just like that, it was like no time had passed, and we were right back to where we’d left off. I couldn’t have been happier. In a few short weeks, we’d gotten back what truly made us whole: her.
Gio’s phone pinged.
He groaned as he rolled to his feet to answer the call. “This better be important.” He listened, swore in Italian and hung up the call. “I must leave for a bit. Take care of our girl.”
“I should go, and you should stay.” I said it, but leaving her was the last thing I wanted.
“You can do as you’re ordered and stay put. I’ll be back.”
The last sound I heard before falling asleep with Niki’s warm ass pressed against my groin was the steady stream of the shower. But my sleep was anything but restful and many times I reached out to make sure she was physically in the bed, and it hadn’t all been a dream. The last time I reached out, I felt Gio’s arm wrapped around her, and was finally able to sink into oblivion.
The next day was a Sunday and thankfully, there were no morning classes, only afternoon rehearsals for Niki. I rose, ordering coffee and breakfast to be brought to our room, before hopping in the shower.
I exited the bathroom in time to see one of the kitchen staff rolling in a breakfast cart set for a king. “Good morning Mr. Marino.”
“Good morning, Grace.” I greeted her by name, and she quickly parked the cart, before disappearing out of the suite.
I rolled it into the bedroom and poured coffee into three mugs, placing one on my side of the bed and one on Gio’s. His eyes were already open, despite having less than a couple of hours sleep.
Despite his lack of rest, he looked better than he had in a long time, his baleful gaze confirming that what happened last night was a new beginning.
“Sit up and I'll get you breakfast.” Not waiting to see if he’d listen, I made my way over to the cart and filled a plate with his favorite morning foods. Or, they had been his favorite once upon a time, at least, but Gio and I were two ships passing in the night most of the time and we hadn’t had breakfast together since Niki.
“Mhm, is that coffee?” Niki sat up in bed and blinked wearily.
“Right beside you, princess. Black of course, or has that changed?” I knew perfectly well it hadn’t. I’d served her coffee back at the hotel each morning before we left for the studio.
Niki rolled up and seated herself comfortably against the headboard, fluffing up the pillows before grabbing the mug off the bedside table. She inhaled deeply before taking a sip and sighing in contentment. “Delicious. Thank you.”
“Don’t get too lost in your morning java, tesorina. Breakfast is ready.”
I took that as my cue to load a modest amount of food onto her plate and place it on her lap. She looked as if she wanted to say something and by the look on her face, it wasn’t going to be compliant. I raised a single eyebrow, daring her to defy us, but she just mumbled and set her coffee down, taking a tentative bite of her egg-white omelet frittata.
“Mmm. I missed the food your staff makes, Gio. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished for literally anything from your fully stocked kitchen.”
She meant that as a compliment. I knew she did, but it was a stark reminder of how she’d gone from us and survived on her own. Gio remained silent, passing me his empty plate and settling back with his mug.
I filled a plate for myself and sat on Niki’s other side, taking a bite of eggs and sausages. I always ate a pure protein breakfast. In that, we were the same, with Niki also avoiding carbs. Unlike me, she needed them.
She stopped eating when she was only partway done. Gio, who’d remained unusually quiet, spoke in his smoky tone that always had Niki’s pupils dilating. Not just hers, historically he managed to do that with every woman he’d ever been with. I had no such talent. My tone never modulated. I either whispered, or spoke. Sometimes I even yelled, although not often.
“Good girls get rewarded, tesorina. Bad girls get punished.” Gio set his empty mug on the nightstand.
Both of us were now focused on Niki.
“What if I want to be bad?” she whispered.
I liked where this was headed—my cock already straining in the boxers I’d thrown on after my shower.
A sinister smirk curled the corner of Gio’s lip, reminding me of a dastardly character out of a children's show. “Then I’ll have to call your director and tell him you can’t come to rehearsal because you’ve been bad and are now stuck in the corner with your tanned bottom on display.”
The way he said it, you’d think he was trying to seduce her, but his words were anything but seduction.