My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 102

Giovanni

The moment our lips touched, electricity sparked through my veins. Even now, hours later, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About Ellie.

My sheets were tangled around my legs as I tossed again, craving the feel of her in my arms. I could still taste her on my tongue. The memory of her soft curves pressed against me makes my blood burn.

I groaned. This was madness.

I’d never lost control like this, never wanted a woman with such relentless desperation. My body burned for her, but it was more than that. I wanted to know her, all of her. Her secrets, her dreams, her fears. I wanted to share my life with her, protect her and please her.

Ellie had gotten under my skin, into my soul, in a way no one else ever had. I was drowning in her, consumed by her, and I didn’t want to surface for air.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

The familiar urge rose, an itch I’d always scratched without a second thought. My body cried out for release as I thought about touching her again.

Whores parade through my mind, faceless and nameless, a succession of willing bodies I’d taken my pleasure from without care or consequence before. It was simple, a straightforward transaction to sate my lust and little more. I treated them well enough, paid them handsomely for their time, but I never saw them as anything other than a means to an end.

But now, I couldn’t imagine touching another woman.

My hand drifted down my hard cock, but I jerked my hand away as if burned.

No. I won’t sully my thoughts of Ellie in such a way. She deserved better from me, and I found I wanted to give her better.

And her kids...I would give them the world, too, even though Ellie wanted nothing to do with me.

I wanted her love, her trust.

My manhood strained against my pajama bottom, painfully so.

Goddammit. I couldn’t survive this.

Maybe this was a mistake. Perhaps I should go back to the way things were before Ellie happened. Before I found myself craving a simple life, a family of my own...things I’ve never wanted before.

But that would mean I’d have to send Ellie and the children back. I didn’t want to do that either.

I groaned again, the frustration building inside me. Sleep was elusive, taunting me with visions of Ellie and the life I was beginning to imagine with her. This desire was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was raw, consuming, and undeniable.

Ellie had disrupted the careful balance I had maintained for so long, and I couldn’t decide if I was grateful or furious.

A gentle, almost hesitant knock pulled me out of my deep thoughts. My door stood firmly closed, its paint chipped and worn from years of use. Though I couldn’t see who was on the other side, a strange intuition told me it was Ellie.

My heart skipped a beat in anticipation, even though I knew I shouldn’t feel that way. After all, Ellie didn’t exactly like me. She was probably here out of practical necessity, needing something from me. Yet still, I couldn’t help but hope for some small glimpse of connection with her.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to remain calm. "Come in," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.

The door opened slowly, and there she was, standing in the dim light of the hallway. Ellie stood by the door, her gaze meeting mine with a vulnerability that tugged at my heart.

"Giovanni," she began softly, her voice wavering slightly. "I... I need to talk to you."

I sat up, the tension in my body easing slightly. "Come inside."

Ellie hesitated. "I am fine right here."

I grinned. "Why won’t you come inside the bedroom? Don’t tell me you are scared of me?"

"I am not scared of you," she barked.

"Then come inside and walk closer to me," I said in a light tone.

Ellie took a deep breath and stepped into the room, the door closing softly behind her. She walked towards me, stopping a few feet away, her arms crossed defensively over her chest.

"I came to ask you something," she said, her voice firm but edged with uncertainty.

"Yeah?" I cocked my head and asked.

"H...how long do you expect me to stay with you?" she asked.

"Why...as long as you want, of course," I said.

"Okay, but I don’t plan on staying here forever. I...I will find a job and then once I save enough money I will get my own place to move in with the kids," she said. "It will take some time. Maybe a few months or a year but I will get out of your hair. But don’t try to stop me because it won’t work. You, yourself said you are not forcing me to stay here and..."

She rambled on and on about her future escape from me as I stared at her, completely mesmerized. Not only was this woman beautiful to look at, but she also had the most beautiful voice. I could listen to her talk all night.

Fuck...it made my cock hard again. It was practically throbbing in pain.

"Giovanni, are you even listening to me?" Ellie snapped.

I blinked. "Ehh? Of course I am, Bella."

"No, you are not. You had this spaced-out look on your face just now," Ellie complained.

"I assure you. I listened to every word you said," I protested.

She crossed her arms. "Oh, yeah? What was the last thing I said?" she challenged.

"The last thing you said..." I repeated slowly, mentally retracing the flow of her words. "...You said, marry me, Giovanni, and have more babies with me."

Ellie glared at me, her face turning red. "I said no such thing, you...you...idiot!" she spluttered, clearly flustered.

I chuckled, amused by the fierce expression on her face. "Then what did you say?" I asked, knowing very well what she had said.

"I said..."

She yelped as I suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me.

She gasped as she landed on top of me, her body trembling slightly. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. "Giovanni," she warned, but there was a hint of excitement in her voice that she couldn’t hide. She propped herself up as much as she could to look at me.

"What were you saying, Ellie?" I asked.

She gulped audibly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "I... I said that I will eventually leave and you can’t stop me."

"Is that right?" My voice was barely a whisper now, drowned out by the beating of our hearts.

"Yes," she muttered, trying to look away. But I didn’t let her; my fingers softly tilted her chin up to meet my gaze.

"Then I guess I don’t have much time to woo you," I said softly.

Ellie tried to sit up but didn’t get far before I pulled her back into my arms.

"You’re crazy," she said. I could tell she was struggling to look angry but failing. Was my little redhead enjoying my company?