Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 320 -

*Olivia*

Just as I was getting ready for bed, I heard a light knock on my door.

I frowned. Dahlia was already asleep, Tallon had gone out for some errand of his, and Alessandro... he hadn't spoken to any of us since the confrontation this morning.

A huge bruise had developed along his jaw, matching the one on the bridge of his nose. He hadn't even shown up for breakfast this morning. He'd just stormed out without a word. Hesitantly, I climbed to my feet and made sure the T-shirt was firmly below my thighs before I answered.

I smiled brightly as Giovani turned around to see me.

"Hey," he said casually, his lips tilted in a smile. He was in his usual suit, a vest underneath it with a tie wrapped around his neck. He looked more dashing than normal with his hair brushed back away from his face.

I stepped to the side, grinning with anticipation as he entered. I quickly closed the door just in case someone else came by to see him entering my room. We didn't need any more blackmailers on our tails.

I walked back to my bed, feeling a little exposed in only the big T-shirt I normally only wore as pajamas. It was late so I had been planning on going to bed.

I took a seat on my bed, curling my legs into a criss-cross pattern as I smiled at Giovani. His gaze was hot as he stared at me deeply, a hunger in his eyes.

He looked like he was ready to eat me alive and savor every bit. I pinched my legs together at the heat rising in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself growing wet already.

"So what's up," I asked, turning my head away so I wouldn't jump his bones.

Giovani chuckled as he took a seat beside me. I was very aware of his body heat and the scent of his cologne in the air. He smelled so damn good, and I wanted to bury my face in his shoulder for the rest of my days, until every inch of me smelled like him.

He reached over to steal my hand from my lap, running his fingers along the underside gently.

"I heard about Alessandro," he said softly.

I stiffened, tugging at my palm to pull it away but he only firmly held on, leaving me with no choice but to stay where I was. I sighed, glancing at the ceiling as my eyes began to water.

Saying I wasn't affected would be a massive lie, but I had never thought Giovani would hear about it. I knew nothing Alessandro had said was about me. It was about him. He felt inferior and he'd lashed out.

Even though I knew that, it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Who told you?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Tallon," Giovani said calmly. "He confessed after I saw Alessandro looking like someone finger-painted with his face. He sure did a number on him."

"The first time was an accident," I said weakly. "He hit him with a door."

The corner of Giovani's lips tugged upward, and I suppressed a smile, shaking my head at his obvious delight at Alessandro's misery.

"It's not funny. He's really hurt," I scolded him half-heartedly.

"Please." He rolled his eyes. "The only thing hurt is his ego. He'll be fine."

"Do you know what made him so angry in the first place?" I asked, cautiously. "He was already upset by the time we arrived, and it seemed like that set him off."

"I do," Giovani nodded, then he hesitated. "He came to my office after we got back and started demanding that I not treat him like a child and give him more responsibility. He threatened me with you, and I just snapped." "Snapped?" I asked, frowning as I brushed my hand across his face.

He gave me a slightly guilty look. "I may have slammed him to the ground and pinned him with my knee. It was one thing to go after me, but I couldn't take him threatening you as well, not anymore."

He ground his teeth together, just at the memory of what Alessandro had said to him. Honestly, I was a bit turned on by the protective glare in his eyes.

I smiled shyly. It always blew me away to see how much this powerful man cared about me. It didn't matter if nobody else knew this side of him, of how doting and protective he was to me. This part of him was mine.

"Thank you for protecting me," I whispered.

His eyes were lidded like he was drunk and only half there and I giggled, brushing both my hands across his face. The stubble on his cheeks was just barely noticeable, but it pricked my soft fingertips as I kept him close. I could see my own reflection in his eyes, invading him, and he dove in for another kiss.

But right before his lips met mine, I pulled away. My guilty conscience had found me once more, and I hesitated as I thought about everything.

Ever since we'd started this, it had been one thing after another keeping up apart. It was exhausting to keep this silent, but I didn't have the resolve to tell Dahlia, not while she was still injured.

What could I say... that while she was being kidnapped, I was hooking up with her cousin, and Alessandro knows and is pissed about it, so that's why he's being an asshole?

This couldn't go on forever.

"I'm scared," I admitted, glancing into his eyes.

He softened, the desire replaced by concern as he automatically grabbed my hand in his, giving me support.

"Scared? About Alessandro? He won't say anything-"

"But he almost did!" I said, biting my bottom lip in worry. "He almost told Dahlia and Tallon this morning, and I couldn't stop him. If it weren't for Dahlia interrupting him, they all would've found out." Giovani hardened, his gaze like stone as he gently pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in a hug. "I'll talk to him again. I'll tell him-"

"No." I shook my head. "You'll just make him angry again, and then you'll fight. Maybe... maybe we should just stop now."

He stiffened like I was hugging a tree, and I pulled back, hating myself for what had slipped out.

His face was impenetrable, not a hint of emotion peeking through, and it made me nervous to think he could hide what he was really feeling so easily. I clenched my hand in his, afraid he might walk away right now. It was hypocritical of me, considering I had been the one to bring it up in the first place.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, too calmly.

"No," I said hurriedly, gripping his shirt and trembling. "I just don't want to lose my best friend. I... I don't-"

All at once, his body relaxed like butter melting. He smoothly and carefully gripped my jaw, pulling my eyes to meet his, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the intense look he gave me.

The desire in his eyes was burning as if all the walls he usually had around him had been knocked down. This was the deep part of him that I knew no one ever saw. The affection that bordered on devotion was completely overwhelming. “I can't stop," he whispered, his eyes reflecting the emotions we both longed to say. "I don't want to."

I melted against him like fresh snow in the middle of spring. His hands grounded me, and I swear I became a pile of puddy under those eyes. He could mold me and shape me any way he wanted, and I wouldn't have given a damn. But he wanted me, the way I was right now. Like a balloon filled with every unsaid word between us, I was nearly bursting at the seams.

"I don't want to either," I whispered, barely audible between us, but I knew he had heard me.

Lost to our passion, Giovani kissed me hard and rough, shoving his tongue into my mouth, and I met him every step of the way. He gripped my hair, and I fell back onto my bed as he pushed me down.

Trapped between his rock-hard body and the soft cushioning of the bed, I wrapped my legs around his waist, not once disconnecting from our kiss.

"You wore this just to tease me, didn't you?" Giovani growled before he went in for another kiss, scraping his teeth over my bottom lip.

"Maybe," I responded breathily before he swallowed me up again.

He was just as starving as I was as he pulled my T-shirt over my head, baring my upper body to him. He squeezed my breasts and I gasped into his mouth.

He laid me back on the bed so I could catch my breath and while his mouth became busy sucking on my nipples, his fingers invaded past my panties and straight to my core.

I moaned as he touched me, driving me nuts already as he plunged a finger straight into my cunt, already dripping wet for him.

I called his name like a prayer as he switched to my other breast, driving his finger in and out of my quivering pussy.

I lost myself to the pleasure, moaning loudly without a care as he finger-fucked me. One turned to two and then three, and he grunted, swallowing up my moans to keep me quiet.

He pulled out just as I was about to come and I whined unhappily, but he only kissed me on the lips with a smirk before lowering himself down. I trembled in anticipation, biting my lip as he shed my panties and gripped my thighs to spread them apart.

I gripped the curls in his hair as he licked a long strip up my cunt, and I cried his name as he swallowed all my liquid like I was a banquet just for him.

I held my grip as I came heavily, my toes curling from the sheer force and I gasped, shutting my eyes tightly as I hung onto the feeling for as long as I could.

But even after it faded away, he didn't leave me lonely for long.

"You're fucking delicious," Giovani uttered as he held himself above me, kissing me deeply.

I tasted myself on my tongue, letting him invade every corner of my mouth as if he owned it.

He stood on his knees, pumping his cock in one hand as he stared down at me. I brushed my hair from my neck as he demanded, "Flip."

One part of me wanted to argue with him, wanted to tease him a little longer, but it was swallowed by the part that kept staring at his massive cock, watching his hands keep it warm until it plunged into me.

I whimpered needily as I flipped onto my stomach, pressing my ass into the air and waving it teasingly.

His breath hitched in his throat and he pressed my legs together firmly, running his fingers up and down my slit.

"I need it," I whined, my face pressed against the bed as he played with my cunt.

I heard him rustling through plastic, putting on a condom, and I hummed in approval.

I felt myself dripping down my legs as he lined up against me and then pushed in. I moaned as loud as I could, only blindly accepting every inch of him slowly and steadily.

I kept still, just like I knew he wanted, until I was completely filled with him, but once he was situated, the monster came out to play.

He pulled out, leaving only the tip in, and then slammed into me, setting a harsh rhythm that had me moaning breathlessly with every thrust.

He leaned over my back, pulling my hair together and gripping it tightly. My eyes rolled back into my head, completely lost to his animalistic movements.

I muffled my scream in the sheets as the two of us came, and I heard him swearing over my shoulder, gripping my ass tight enough to leave marks.

His breath was ragged as he leaned over my body like a warm cocoon, protecting me as we came down from the high. I felt boneless, still seeing stars behind my eyelids as he cleaned up.

I moved onto my side, wrapping my arms tightly around my pillow as he laid gentle kisses down my back. He wrapped me into his arms, pulling me against him, and I shut my eyes, just breathing. The smell of sex still lingered in the air, and my eyes naturally closed as he spooned me from behind.

"I should go, Carino," he said after a few minutes of this soft peace.

I hid my disappointment, yawning as I nodded. I clenched my hands into the bed sheets to prevent myself from reaching out to him and begging him not to go.

He gathered up his clothes and paused at the doorway. I felt his eyes on me, waiting for me to say something, but I wasn't going to.

The door shut behind him, and I buried my face into my bedding, curling up. My bed felt too big, too wide, and too empty now. Was this how it would always be for us?

I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on like this.