Tangled in the Mafia’s Web

Episode Thirty-one

Just as the hotel door closed, their lips met with fervor and longing, consumed by a shared eagerness. If there was one thing Chiara was right about, it was Ginevra's deep yearning to feel the desire and sensation that comes from being with a man, sexually.

Their tongues entwined in a frenzy, desperate for every sensation they could offer. They stumbled forward, their mouths still hungrily fused together, gradually moving away from the door.

Amidst the whirlwind of passion, somewhere in the back of her head, she worried about the whole situation, cautioning her about the situation and the potential for regret. However, Chiara's voice drowned out those concerns– It's just s*x! Yes! It was just s*x, nothing else was involved. She just needed that release, that orgasm, that feeling of reaching her limit and yet wanting even more.

Every thought fled Ginevra’s mind as he pushed against her once more. Her back came harder against the wall and she felt his length nestled between her legs.

A moan escaped her lips as he rubbed his firm length against her, their movements rough and eager, seeking friction. He pressed himself against her, detaching her from the wall.

His hard c**k dug into Ginevra’s front, and she arched more like a desperate slut, but she didn't care. All that existed now was the pleasure she could get, no thought about the latter. For now, she needed to enjoy herself, to feel his rigid form.

She felt herself getting wetter, and soon his hand lifted her silver gown until his hand grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing it and pressing her against himself before he reached and plunged his hand between her legs, causing Ginevra to lightly arch her hips away in a shiver of the feeling that crossed her spine before giving in to the touch.

He chuckled pulling away his hand. And then swiftly took off his shirt. “I can see you want more,” he said in a cocky way, her eyes filled with lust as she watched his face close.

“You better be good at giving more,” Ginevra retorted. He scuffed at her word, what a challenge it was, and then hungrily pulled her to himself.

Her fingers entangled in his hair, pulling as he hurriedly kissed and nibbled the skin beneath her earlobe. She wanted this. No, she needed it. Every fiber of her being longed for it.

As they crashed onto the bed, impatience grew within Ginevra, feeling that it was taking too long to experience the desired pleasure between her legs. Hot–she was. She was consumed by heat and wetness.

“Damn it," Ginevra cursed as his lips descended to nibble her breast, causing her to hiss as his teeth grazed her skin. "That's not enough. More," she implored authoritatively.

She craved more, more, more. An insatiable desire she could barely remember the last time she felt it. The feeling of the strong masculine hand pulling at her, a different touch on her breast other than hers. The feeling of wanting to be devoured by another, and that made her desperate. She would tear her dress apart if it would speed things up.

He reached down and removed her panties, then unexpectedly his mouth made contact with her c******s. Ginevra moaned, “Oh, yes!” the words rose from her parted lips in a whisper cry. And as his tongue began to swirl and lick, pleasure coursed through her, intensifying her longing for more.

She pulled at his head, urging him to continue and she moaned to every feeling she got. With his eager efforts, he skillfully pushed her toward the brink of orgasm, using his finger to support and amplify her ecstasy. Moans of pleasure escaped Ginevra's lips.

The man pried his mouth from her and watched as she whimpered in pleasure. He pleasured her with two fingers, and in a swift motion, he tore open a condom, enveloping his erect member before plunging back his fingers into her, briefly coating them with her wetness.

“You are killing me, Ginevra,” She hears and she immediately blinks at the sudden shift of voice–and just like the voice, his face blended into that of Leandro. Green eyes –now dark and gazing intensely at her in the most s****l way she had ever imagined.

Her breath caught in her throat, but just as suddenly, everything returned to the man before her.

Abruptly, she disengaged from him and hastily reached for the sheets. "I-I'm sorry. I have to go," she choked out, scrambling to put on her panties.

"What?" he asked, his confusion evident as he observed her hurriedly dressing. "What do you mean you need to leave?"

“I already told you—I have to leave. Can't you understand?" she retorted. "It was all just for fun, everything was nice, you were awesome, super awesome, but I don't think I want to continue."

"W-wait, wait—"

"Don't worry about the hotel bill. I'll refund," she interjected, retrieving her bag from where they had discarded it.

"Wait, I need to understand what's happening. Why are you changing your mind so suddenly..."

But Ginevra swiftly made her way to a desk, urgently opening her bag and retrieving a handful of cash. With a sense of urgency, she placed the money on the table. "Here," she said.

The man's expression turned to shock, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Seriously?"

However, without uttering a word, she opened the door and left, leaving the man standing there in astonishment.

Once inside the elevator, she frantically smoothed out her disheveled hair, attempting to regain her composure. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the hotel building into the cool night air.

By that time, Chiara should already be at her apartment. This was all mistake, she thought. Hating on herself.

Desperate to leave the scene behind, she rushed to the nearest street corner, desperately attempting to hail a cab. However, luck seemed to be against her as taxi after taxi passed by.

Frustration mounting, she took a few steps down the road, hoping to find a better spot to flag down a passing taxi. Just as she reached the edge of the sidewalk, preparing to cross the street, a car abruptly screeched to a halt right in front of her.

Startled, she took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. As the back door swung open, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the vehicle– Gerardo, he was. His face was a look of skepticism and amusement.