“I didn’t give Maximo permission.”
“He didn’t need it, not from you, at least,” he says. When he takes his feet off the desk, Maximo is the least of my worries.
He leans forward, staring at me.
“But what about Vito? Did he have your permission, Winter?’
He stands up and my instinct kicks in. I go to the door, reaching for the knob. I try to turn it, but it doesn't budge under my grasp and I choke out a breath, turning around and coming face to face with Giovanni.
"Answer me," he says lowly. "Tell me, did you give Vito permission? Did you tell him that he could touch what belongs to me?"
His gaze is shuttered as he reaches up, wrapping his thick fingers around my neck, applying pressure. I grow dizzy. "Did you tell him he could touch my skin?"
His hand finally leaves my neck, allowing me to breathe again, but it only moves to my lips, the digits trailing across them. "Did you give him consent to touch my lips?" His finger swipes across my lips once more and my heart beats even faster.
He pushes his thumb into my mouth, and I have to smother the instinct to bite down. His thumb swirls around in my mouth before he removes it, dragging the wetness across my cheek.
His lips move to my neck, his breath hot as he bites down and I let out a whimper, absorbing the sharp pain. My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest and my skin is on fire.
His mouth moves north as his hand moves south. It stops as he grabs me by my core. "Did you give him permission to touch my pussy?"
The emotions swirling inside me are conflicting as Giovanni continues to touch me. His fingers rub over my clothes, yet the contact feels as if he's actually touching me.
"Because you don't have the right to give him permission to any of it," he informs me. "Because it all belongs to me."
His hand moves away from me but it's only briefly as he pushes my gown up. I don't even have a moment to think about what he's doing before he's shoving his hand inside of my panties.
My body jerks and I try to push away but there's nowhere to go, the door not giving way behind me. I move to the side but Giovanni's hand wraps around my neck, pushing forward and making my head collide with the door. I'm not sure if I see stars from the impact or from the way his fingers rub along my clit, before pushing deep inside me.
His gaze locks on mine, expressionless as he squeezes my neck harder. "You come into my office, questioning me, as if I answer to you." He shakes his head slightly. "You've grown a backbone it seems," his eyes narrow. "Well, it's time for me to break it."
His fingers pull out before thrusting into me even deeper and the pain and pleasure battle as he continues to hammer into me. The next time he pulls his fingers out, it's to add another one and it pushes the threshold further into pain. My eyes burn and my breaths are shallow, even as he lessens the pressure on my neck.
"When I say I own you, I mean it," he warns me, twisting his fingers inside of me.
"Every single inch is mine and I'll use it when and how I want. So, if I want to stick my fingers deep into your cunt, I will." He pushes his hand deeper, for emphasis, and pain arches through my core. "If I want to fuck you so deep and hard that you don't know up from down, then I will."
He removes a finger and the pain eases even as he continues to drill two fingers into me. A soft brush across my clit makes my body shake as it betrays me, and I try even harder to get away from him.
I'm rewarded with the grip on my neck tightening again. As I fight to breathe, he continues to thrust his fingers inside of me while stimulating my clit. Until I have no choice but to explode as an orgasm washes over me, my legs quivering. Difficulty breathing seems to make the intensity worse and when I finally return to myself, I'm gasping.
Giovanni's hand disappears from my neck, moving into my hair and gripping hard.
Our eyes meet for the briefest of moments before pain shoots through my scalp as he pulls harder. I’m jerked away from the door, and I hear it click open. And then I'm flying.
Agony shoots through my body as I land on the ground and I roll, raising up onto my hands as I look up at Giovanni. I’m outside his office and he's standing on the threshold.
"And Winter, when I want to shoot my cum deep into your cunt, I will. But I won't be having any bastard offspring. So, you will take the pills, or I'll slit your throat right after I'm done putting a bullet in your brother's head."