Finding Beauty in the Darkness - Nikki Ash Page 0,81
to grip on to.” Grabbing her thighs, I start to pump in and out of her deeper, harder. “Fucking thighs to grab ahold of.” I can feel her pussy clenching around me, growing even tighter as I pick up the pace, fucking her hard. “You’re fucking perfect and you’re mine. Say it, Aria. You’re perfect and mine.”
My thrusts turn savage as I push into her, her tits bouncing as she pinches her nipples. Her eyes still trained on mine. “Say it, Aria! Say it and then come all over my fucking cock.”
Aria’s eyes briefly close. “I-I’m perfect,” she moans out.
“And?”
“And I’m yours!” She screams out the last word as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy chokes my cock like a goddamned vice grip and I’m coming so fucking hard I almost black out.
“Fuck, yes, you are,” I rasp. Pulling out of her, I grip those perfect hips of hers and pull her up to me so her face is only inches from mine. I seal my lips over hers, my tongue running over the seam of her lips before I pick her up and move us into the shower, setting her down under the stream of hot water.
Ripping the loofah out of the package, I pour some soap onto it and wash Aria’s body, focusing on all my favorite parts of her. When I’m done, she takes it from me and does the same thing.
“What does this mean?” she asks, stopping the loofah on the tattoo over my heart. I’m surprised she hasn’t asked me sooner.
“Dalla nascita. Per sangue. Famiglia.” I say the words without having to look at them.
“I know they say something about birth and family. I don’t know the middle word, though.”
“By birth. By blood. Family. It’s the family motto. Every son has gotten this tattoo the day he was officially brought into the organization.”
“How old were you?”
“Eighteen, but I grew up in the organization. While kids were out riding their bikes, I was learning about money laundering. When my friends were hanging out playing video games, I was helping my dad count shipments of various illegal paraphernalia. Hell, I lost my virginity to an escort when I was fifteen when he was teaching me about the ins and outs of the bordello. It’s all I’ve ever known.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ARIA
“It’s all I’ve ever known.”
I frown at Gio’s words. Not at his obvious fierce loyalty toward his family and the organization but at the fact that I know I could never compete with either one. I’m not his family or his blood. I’m just a woman he saved and is sleeping with. Sure, he’s called me his girlfriend, but I also saw the way his mom and dad looked at me, like an outsider, which is crazy because at first, everyone you meet is an outsider. Technically, at one time Cecilia was an outsider. I wonder if it’ll always be this way. If his family will ever give me a chance to become a part of their circle or if I’ll always remain on the outside looking in. The thought is mildly depressing.
“Hey.” Gio lifts my chin. “What’s wrong?”
I push my negative thoughts aside and ask a question I’ve been wondering for a while. “Will you one day take over the organization?”
“Yes, I’m the eldest of the three of us. Nico loves working at the hotel and casino and while Mario has talked about moving back here on several occasions, he’s never taken the initiative to actually move. I’ve known I would take over since I was little.”
“If you could do anything, what would you do?”
Gio looks at me with confusion. “What do you mean?”
“If you weren’t in the organization and you could have any career you wanted, what would you want to spend your life doing?”
His lips curve into a puzzled frown as he considers my question. “Probably running a restaurant.” He smiles, and it shocks me he didn’t say he would want to be doing exactly what he’s doing. “When I was growing up, my parents owned—still own—a few restaurants. I used to love hanging out in the kitchen with the chef and learning about all the foods. When my dad would hold meetings at the restaurants, I would constantly get yelled at for wanting to help in the kitchen instead of attending the meetings and learning about the business.”
Gio’s lips turn upward into a soft smile, most likely remembering a fond memory, and it tugs at my heart that I’ve never seen him smile so