Trapped Between The Billionaire Playboy & The Mafia Don

(AURIANNA'S POV)

Giovanni's mouth crashes against mine as we stumble into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us. I can taste the expensive wine on his tongue as our lips smack against each other's.

We stumble clumsily, our hands roaming each other's bodies until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. We fall together and he lands on top of me, pinning me to the silk duvet.

My fingers are in his hair, pulling, needing him closer even though there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between us. His hands are everywhere, rough and possessive, skating up my sides, groping my tits through my dress until my nipples harden.

"This fucking dress," he growls against my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. "I've been imagining tearing it off you all night."

"Then do it," I pant, arching my back to give him better access. "Fucking rip it, Giovanni."

He didn't need to be told twice.

He pulls on my dress and the sound of tearing fabric fills the room. Cool air hits my skin, then the burning heat of his palms as he cups my bare tits, his thumbs circling my nipples with a pressure that makes me cry out. He shoves the ruined dress down my hips, his own clothes following in a messy pile on the floor until we're both naked, skin to skin.

He's so hard, his dick pressing against my stomach. He kisses a fiery trail down my body, his stubble scratching a delicious path over my ribs, my belly, until his hot breath ghosts over the wetness between my legs.

"Look at this," he growls, his deep voice sending shivers through my body. He drags a single, thick finger through my slick folds. "So fucking wet for me already. Your cunt is dripping, Sandra."

I could only moan in response, my hips lifting off the bed, begging for his mouth. A wide grin spreads across his before his tongue is on me, stroking from my aching hole all the way up to my throbbing clit.

"Oh, fuck..." I moan.

My back arches off the bed. He doesn't just lick; he devours. He buries his face in my pussy, his tongue fucking into me, lapping at my juices like a man dying of thirst.

Then his finger pushes inside me, making me clench around him instantly.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans into my pussy, the words muffled but clear. He adds a second finger, stretching me, curling them just right, hitting a spot deep inside that makes my vision blur. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles while his fingers pump in and out of my dripping cunt.

The pressure builds, then I start to feel a sensation tightening in my gut. "Giovanni... I'm gonna..." I choked out, my hands fisting the sheets.

"Yeah, you are," he commands, his voice rough. "Squirt all over my fucking face, Sandra. Do it. Let me taste all of you."

His