Before she could respond he lifted and rolled her over to her stomach. Forcing her legs apart he entered her from the back and she gripped the headboard raising her hips to receive him. The in-and-out motion forced short bursts of ecstasy to quake through her pelvis. The only way to respond was to bury her face in her pillow. Convinced of his love for her she tried to silence her passion but found it near impossible to do so. Giovanni licked the pearls of sweat trickling down her back and pumped his ass and hips with rapid strikes. Mira bit into the pillow as an orgasmic explosion of sensation exploded deep within her womb.
“Mmm,” she moaned. Easing out of her he rolled her to her back and threw her leg over his shoulder. She pushed at his chest unable to take more, but he grabbed her wrists holding them above her head. Putting his weight on her he forced her left leg all the way back to her chest. The rotating and pumping of his hips had her grunting with him.
And it happened. He let go of her wrists and applied the last of the forceful maneuvers that had the headboard banging against the wall. When he collapsed on top of her, sweating and out of breath, neither of them could speak, and Mira shifted some under the weight of him. Her inner thighs and pelvic area throbbed in sweet pain as she sighed, glad that she’d survived his passion once again.
“We aren’t done.”
Mira laughed. The knocking at the door at the late hour shocked them both. Giovanni rolled off her, and Mira scrambled to pull the sheet over her naked body. “Who is it?” she asked a bit fearful.
“It’s okay. Stay calm.” He put on his pants and zipped up his flaccid cock. Mira watched in horror as he got his gun. “Don’t leave the room,” he warned.
“Eve! What about my baby?”
“Stay here!” Giovanni was out the door.
The men didn’t have time to give him a clear understanding of what put the house on alert. Giovanni was already on edge. Once a bomb was planted behind his gates. He didn’t put anything past his enemies. It wasn’t until he met Carmine and Renaldo in the foyer that he learned that his home hadn’t been breeched.
“What the hell is going on?” he demanded.
“Fuck if I know Boss.” Carmine said.
“About twenty minutes ago they started arriving and they haven’t stopped.” Renaldo finished Carmine’s explanation for him.
Giovanni had zipped up a jacket over his bare chest but he forgot his damn shoes. It was chilly outside. He rushed out the doors to meet the others. Lorenzo and Dominic were ahead of him. The commotion added to the confusion. People, shouted from the front gates. He couldn’t make out what they wanted from the distance down the drive. But halfway to meet his men he heard the others clearly.
“Mira Ellison!” shouted a reporter.
“Is it true? Is she alive?” Another reporter yelled.
“Do you have Mira Ellison here? Is she alive?” said yet another.
Giovanni stopped. He glanced to Dominic. “What the fuck is this? I told you not until after Christmas.”
“It’s not us, Gio.” Dominic frowned confused. “We didn’t leak that Mira was alive.”
“Well if you didn’t who the fuck did?” he frowned at the reporters.
“The American? Maybe he did this as a counter move?” Lorenzo said.
Giovanni wiped his hand back over his head. “Shit.”
Mira paced her room. She had put on her black silk nightgown and matching robe. After ten minutes of waiting she went to her door. She opened it to find a man blocking her way. “I want my baby. Can you bring me my baby?”
“No Signora, Mira. I’m sorry. No one can leave their rooms.”
“La smetta!” she shouted in his face. “I want my baby!” The man closed the door in her face. Mira slammed her hand against it. She paced away from the door then ran over to the window. From her room she could see nothing but the landscaping and mountains. There could be danger and she wouldn’t be able to protect Eve. She should have never let Eve sleep with Zia. She knew better. When she turned she saw the door to Eve’s room open. Mira hurried. She’d escape to the hall through Eve’s room. When she opened the door there was another man barricading the walkway. She was trapped. “What the hell is happening? Where is Giovanni? You can’t keep me in here.”
The man gently pushed her inside and closed the door.
“Bring me my child!” she yelled.
“How many of them?”
Dominic and Lorenzo had returned.