Chapter 12
Marissa
“Don’t think you’re not in big trouble,” Gio rumbles, catching me around the waist when I enter his apartment with my cart of food.
I’m late. And I had to reschedule because I got called into Michelangelo's yesterday on my day off.
God help me, I like being in trouble with him.
Over the past two weeks, we’ve had crazy mad s*x. s*x every day, multiple times and it’s always good. But my favorite times are when he’s a little annoyed or frustrated with me. When I tell him I can’t spend the night, or I push him away emotionally.
That’s when he gets more aggressive. More dominant. A little punitive. It’s when he s****s my a*s red and drills me hard. When his hold is rough and his passion fiery hot.
It’s a strange paradox though. I like when he’s mad, but I don’t like di
