GianMarco (12 page)

Dante took Maggie’s hand in his, bringing it to his lips, and squeezing it gently.
“I know it hurts,
piccola,
but he’s holding back the best he can. But I’ll make it better for you,” he whispered
against her ear.

“How? Are you going to make him take it out? You promised me that you wouldn’t let
him hurt me.” GianMarco’s expression seemed to say that he would not be able to hold
off much longer.

“Trust me,” Dante answered, squeezing her hand again before releasing it. She watched
through pain-glazed eyes as his hand shifted into a claw. He made a small incision
into his wrist and brought it to her lips. Drops of ruby-red blood dripped from the
cut. “Here.”

Maggie stared up at him. Had he lost his mind? “Drink it,” he prompted when she shook
her head. It was bad enough that GianMarco had tried to puncture her lungs with his
gigantic dick, but Dante wanted her to suck his blood on top of that? How was that
supposed to help her?

You said that you would trust me, remember? How can I help you if you question my
every move?
Dante’s cobalt gaze bore into her.

Maggie wasn’t sure how imbibing his blood would help her, but she had no other choice
but to trust him. She lifted her head slightly to the wrist held out to her and tentatively
stuck her tongue out to sample it first.

“Drink,” Dante ordered as he grasped her chin with his other hand to open her mouth.
She latched on to his wrist and sucked.

As the sticky fluid slid down her throat, a sudden change took over her body. His
blood seemed to be relieving the soreness. When it hit the pit of her belly she felt
something renewed. She’d been tired only moments again but now she felt energized.
There seemed to be healing properties in Dante’s blood which enabled her to adjust
to GianMarco’s remarkable size more quickly than she would have without his assistance.

“I’m sorry, but I can no longer hold back,” GianMarco said through clenched teeth
as he reared back to thrust deeply into her pussy.

A sense of calm flowed through her body, opening the door to the pleasure at being
so deliciously stretched by GianMarco’s pulsating cock. She was ready for him.

Now for my reward
. Dante smiled devilishly at her as he turned her head to the side.
Open your mouth, piccola.

Maggie obeyed, trembling with anticipation as Dante slipped the tip of his own impressive
organ into her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his thickness as she greedily
tried to stuff as much delectable vampire cock into her mouth as she could. Maggie
rolled her tongue around the thick shaft, reveling in the sinful delicacy of his cock.
He gently thrust in and out of her mouth, careful not to push too deep.

Maggie was in heaven. The animalistic desire that had been unleashed upon her by GianMarco
and the gentle soothing of Dante’s tender ministration were slowly but surely driving
her to yet another climax.

GianMarco was totally lost as he continued to screw his woman like a man gone mad.
His woman. She was his, he thought, as he branded her with each hard thrust. He wanted
to fuck her pussy until they were deaf, dumb, and blind.

“Oh,
ciccina mia
, I burn for you,” GianMarco grunted as he moved deeply within her. He looked down
at her full-figured, cocoa-colored body. The sight of his pale dick ramming into her
dark tunnel was stimulating to watch. Everything about this woman turned him on.

GianMarco narrowed his gaze as he watched Dante slowly thrusting in and out of
his
woman’s mouth. When this was over, he would tell Dante to get lost. Besides, he was
dangerously close to filling her with his seed.

Maggie tore her mouth away from Dante’s cock. “Oh, God. GianMarco, fuck me harder!”
She bucked her hips against his. It swelled GianMarco’s chest to know that while Dante
had given Maggie pleasure, it was GianMarco’s cock she craved most.

GianMarco needed no further prompting, propelling himself deeper into her. His incisors
descended and his fingers lengthened to sharpened points. Now, he planned to taste
even more of her.

Chapter Ten

GianMarco’s hot seed filled her needy pussy. “Oh, yes, GianMarco. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
An incredible joy spread throughout Maggie’s entire being. She never knew lovemaking
could be quite like this.

“I will taste all of you.” GianMarco slowly pulled his still erect penis out of her
and inched slowly down her body.

He kissed her rounded belly before lifting one meaty thigh, nuzzling his face against
her flesh. “
La tua pelle e’ come seta,
” GianMarco whispered against her thigh.
“Your skin is like silk.”

When GianMarco spoke to her in Italian, it sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.
He made her feel beautiful and special.

The scent of their joining filled his nostrils, leaving her intoxicated. GianMarco
kissed her inner thigh before sinking his incisors into her flesh.

It didn’t hurt nearly as much as Maggie thought it would. Actually, the sensation
of him slowly sucking her blood created such a head rush that it triggered another
mind-shattering orgasm. Never in a million years would she have thought that having
a vampire slowly imbibe her blood would fill her with such ecstasy.

Maggie felt as if she was drowning, and she didn’t want to be rescued. She dug her
fingers into his blond locks. “Oh, my goodness, GianMarco. What are you doing to me?”

GianMarco sucked like a greedy child from her thigh until Maggie began to feel woozy.
She leaned heavily against Dante, who absently stroked her breast.

“Enough, Marco. You will drain
la piccola
,”
Dante reminded his brother.

GianMarco wanted to keep drinking Maggie’s sweet fluid, but he knew his brother was
right. He didn’t want to hurt Maggie, but that didn’t stop him from being a little
resentful of Dante’s interruption. He lifted his head to glare at the older vampire.
His brother smiled back with a knowing gleam in his dark blue eyes. GianMarco knew
the look Dante was giving him and he wanted to ignore it, but he couldn’t. Dante wanted
to fuck Maggie.

You don’t want to share?
Dante raised one dark brow.

You know damn well that I don’t, but you will take her anyway, won’t you?
GianMarco mentally snarled back.

Not if you don’t want me to, but I’m sure you can imagine my dilemma. Her scent is
driving me crazy and my cock needs relief. Will you not let me taste her for just
this one night?

Dante’s request was not unreasonable. Considering what his brother had just done for
them, GianMarco could hardly refuse. He let out a mental sigh.
Okay, Dante, but keep in mind that this will not become a regular occurrence.

Maggie watched the brothers, frowning in curiosity. They didn’t speak out loud yet
she knew they were communicating to each other. She didn’t know what they were talking
about, but she was horny and she wanted more cock. “Please, GianMarco, I need you,”
she begged, looking at him with a pout.

“And you shall have me. You’ll have both of us.” GianMarco positioned Maggie on her
side and then crushed her mouth with his before she could respond to what he had just
said.

As GianMarco’s tongue invaded her mouth, she felt Dante planting kisses on her neck
and shoulders. Handling one monster dong had not been easy, and she had no idea how
she would handle two, but the way they were kissing her made her forget her concerns.

GianMarco lifted his head, only to lower it toward her breasts as he gripped a plump
globe in his hand. “You are perfection,
ciccina mia
.” He drew a taut, nipple into his mouth. He squeezed and kneaded her other breast
with his free hand, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from Maggie’s lips.

Dante, in the meantime, ran his hand along her spine, overwhelming her with the erotic
sensation of his touch. He used his other hand to stroke his cock until his cum shot
against her back. He scooped up some of his sperm and rubbed it between the fleshly
cheeks of her bottom, making his intentions pretty clear.

Maggie stiffened as she felt Dante’s fingers rub her asshole. “Relax,
piccola
. Haven’t I already proven that I’d never hurt you?” Dante kissed her neck. Maggie
wasn’t so sure. It was one thing to have an above average size cock in her pussy,
but it was certainly another thing to have one up her ass.

GianMarco, as if sensing Maggie’s discomfort, lifted his head from the breast he had
greedily been nibbling on. “Go easy on her, Dante,” GianMarco growled at his brother.

“Now isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” Dante shot his brother an amused
grin as he slid his middle finger inside the tight ring of Maggie’s ass. She gasped
at the invasion of his long digit. Maggie didn’t know how to feel about this intrusion
until he slowly eased his finger in and out of the tight, little hole.

“Oh,” was all she could say. Tonight was a night full of surprises. She was learning
all kinds of things. For instance, having her ass stimulated this way felt pretty
damn good. Programmed to believe that her anus was an exit-only hole, she realized
how vanilla her sex life had been up to this point. She had a feeling that these two
hunks would be willing teachers all through the night. Maggie grew hotter than ever.
“Dante,” she whispered as he slid yet another finger inside the puckered bud.

Not to be outdone, GianMarco began to finger her pussy. Maggie felt as if she were
about to explode with the decadent passion of these two men’s fingers stimulating
her ass and pussy. She was so close to another climax that she trembled uncontrollably
beneath their touch. “God, yes!”

The brothers’ gazes locked. “Shall we?” Dante winked at his brother.

“Of course.” GianMarco smiled back.

Maggie’s eyes widened as he felt their fingers extending inside of her, touching her
so deeply her body convulsed into an orgasm so intense that her juices gushed forth
as if a dam had been opened within her. GianMarco withdrew his talon-like finger and
immediately started to slurp the juices that flowed from between her legs.

Dante kept fucking her ass with his fingers, pushing her higher and higher still,
yet not allowing her to come down from her peak.

“I can’t take anymore.” Maggie’s body was not used to such incredible pleasure. Neither
brother heeded her words as they continued to deliciously torture her sweat-dampened
body.

When GianMarco seemed to have his fill of her juice, he positioned his body over hers.
His thick cock poked at the entrance of her wet pussy until he slid halfway into her.
Dante finally removed his fingers from her slick asshole before positioning his own
gargantuan dick against her butt. “It may hurt a little at first but if you relax
and let it happen, I promise you I will take you to heaven.” Dante whispered endearments
and words of encouragement in Maggie’s ear before stuffing the large head of his rod
into her behind.

“Holy shit!” She screamed as Dante slowly filled her ass with inch-by-delicious-inch
of his cock. It hurt like hell but it felt good also, with the pleasure slightly overriding
the pain.

Dante and GianMarco remained still as they gave her time to adjust to having them
both inside of her. GianMarco was the first to move. Maggie thought she was about
to lose her mind, but when Dante started to move in sync with his brother, she discovered
nirvana, just as Dante had promised.

Nothing compared with the feeling of being deliciously filled with two delectable
vampire cocks.

“Do you like this,
ciccina mia
?” GianMarco whispered against her lips.

“Yes,” she managed to answer back, her eyes locking with his golden ones. In that
moment, she felt a fluttering in her heart she had not felt since she was a teenager.
How could she have imagined that he would ever have hurt her, and how could she deny
what had been between them for weeks?

GianMarco gently stroked her face. Maggie closed her eyes and surrendered to the burst
of lust that coursed through her being. The brothers were gentle to start with, but
when one picked up the pace, the other followed. They were putting a hurting on her,
and she liked it. “Your cocks feel so good,” she sighed.

Dante responded by kissing her neck lightly and reaching over to cup one large breast
in his palm.

GianMarco placed a gentle kissed her lips. “Seeing you like this, Maggie, is the most
beautiful sight I’ve ever beheld.”

Maggie came again, but the fucking continued. The two men were both insatiable. Just
when she thought she could take no more, they would lead her down yet another path
of desire. It seemed like hours before Dante or GianMarco showed signs of finishing.

They came almost simultaneously, with GianMarco shooting his hot load inside her channel,
then Dante, with a few more powerful thrusts, spasmed against Maggie’s round derrière
before ejaculating inside of her.

Maggie closed her eyes, thinking she could finally rest. She felt that her body could
not take any more of the yummy torture they had administered, but still they had other
ideas.

She moaned in protest as the two vampires dragged her body from the bed. GianMarco
lifted her into his arms and carried her into his bathroom. He turned on the water
before placing her under the steaming jets, then he and Dante stepped into the shower
after her.

Maggie was once again caught in a tidal wave of desire as they soaped her body, leaving
no inch uncovered. Now, it was Dante in front of her and GianMarco behind. Dante explored
her body from her breasts to the hairy patch between her thighs. He knelt down in
front of her, pushing her legs apart before shoving his tongue up her hot box.

Maggie’s knees gave out, and she would have fallen if GianMarco had not been holding
her so firmly against him. GianMarco rubbed his swollen member against her rear. “I’m
going to fuck your ass,
ciccina mia.
Do you want my cock up your ass?” GianMarco whispered naughtily against Maggie’s
neck. He bared his incisors, grazing them against her tender skin.

“Yes!” She tried not jump up and down for joy, which was very hard with his cock rubbing
so persistently against her backside, and Dante eating her pussy in earnest. Maggie
screamed out as GianMarco’s dick gained entrance to her backdoor. She grabbed Dante’s
shoulders to steady herself. They might not kill her by draining her blood but they
just might by fucking her to death.

When Dante stood up to ram his cock into her well-eaten pussy, Maggie was beginning
to think she was right: they really were going to fuck her to death! She wrapped her
arms around Dante’s neck as he pumped forcefully into her wet cunt, while GianMarco
continued to put a hurting on her ass. As if they had practiced it, the brothers slammed
into her body like they had rehearsed this. They plundered each hole with such exquisite
precision that Maggie felt as if her entire life had been a prelude to this very moment.
As they established this connection between the three of them, Maggie could practically
feel what they felt and sensed their motivation.

Dante lifted her wrist, sinking his incisors into her delicate skin and GianMarco
sank his teeth into her shoulder. Each of them was careful not to take too much of
her blood, but savored every drop of the ruby-red fluid as it flowed in their mouths.
Maggie reached yet another intense peak with the pressure of their mouths sucking
on her tender flesh. She screamed out in delight before passing out.

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“What the hell do you mean you’re not coming in today? I thought vampires didn’t get
sick ... and why can’t Maggie call in for herself?” Oliver sounded more than a little
peeved on the other end of the telephone.

“I didn’t say I was sick. I said Maggie and I would not be in today. How about using
the good sense you were born with. If I know Maggie won’t be in today, it obviously
means that she’s with me.” GianMarco shook his head at Oliver’s denseness.

“What? Get the hell outta here! What are you and Maggie doing together?” Oliver sounded
incredulous.

“You’re an adult. Use your imagination.”

“If you’re implying what I think you are, I don’t believe you.”

GianMarco was fast losing patience with his friend. “Why is it so hard to believe?
Maggie is a beautiful woman, and as you know, I like beautiful women.”

“Well ... I mean, Maggie Williams? She’s a nice lady and a good worker, but she’s
not what I pictured your type to be.”

“Which is why you hired her, right? You claim you didn’t, but I know it was in the
back of your mind when you offered her the job. Well, let me tell you something, Oliver.
She is exactly my type, whether you believe her to be or not.”

“Whoa! Hold on a minute, you know damn well I meant no offense. I merely meant she’s
not like the others. Judging from the women I’ve seen flit in and out of your life,
you can’t really blame me. Besides, you haven’t been that civil to Maggie in the time
she’s worked for us. What the hell brought on this about-face?”

“I came to my senses.”

“Aww, shit, man, you just can’t keep that dick in your pants, can you? What the hell
is wrong with you? When you break this poor woman’s heart like you have the rest of
them, she’ll be crushed. She’s suffered enough with what she’s been through. To top
it off, we’ll have to look for another administrative assistant.”

“And that’s what’s really bothering you, not that I could break Maggie’s heart, but
because you’ll be inconvenienced.”

“That’s not true!”

“Whatever. Let’s not get into semantics here. I won’t be in today and neither will
Maggie.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Fine. I just wonder how long it will
be before I have to start looking for new personnel.”

“I thought you didn’t care about that?”

“Well, as far as the agency goes, I care.”

“I see. Well, in that case, you should start looking right away. I don’t want her
working at the agency anymore.”

“What?”

“I don’t have time to discuss this right now. I’ll talk to you later. Try not to contact
me unless it’s an absolute emergency, and if you need any help manning the phones,
get a few temps, okay?”

“But —”

GianMarco hung up before his partner could finish. Oliver could be such a pain in
the ass at times. If his wife would actually give him some pussy, maybe Oliver wouldn’t
be so damn uptight. He turned to look at the sleeping woman in his bed.

Poor Maggie. He and Dante had worn her out. He would allow her to sleep a little more—but
not too much longer, because he needed her. GianMarco was over the worse part of his
illness, and his need for her was not as dire as it had been the night before, but
it didn’t mean he’d sated himself. He doubted he ever would. This morning he could
actually control all his faculties. His mind was clearer and he felt better than he
had in weeks.

Dante had long since retreated to his own bed. GianMarco was slightly bothered by
his brother’s reaction to Maggie. They had shared women before, but Dante had never
been quite as affectionate with any of them as he had with Maggie. It wasn’t that
he didn’t appreciate his brother intervening on his behalf; he was actually very grateful,
but there was something more to Dante’s intervention.

GianMarco would have killed himself if he had seriously injured or killed Maggie;
however, there was something in the way Dante had touched and looked at her that made
GianMarco think that perhaps his older brother might have also fallen for his bloodmate.
If that was the case, it was too damn bad. Maggie was his!

He loved Dante, but his newly forged bond with Maggie was stronger than anything he
had ever felt, even the one he’d had with Bianca. Then again, Bianca had not driven
him to this point of
la morte dolci.
He knew from the moment Maggie Williams walked into his life that it would alter
his life forever. And he was right. He wished he hadn’t waited this long to experience
the sweetness of her nectar flowing on his tongue, or hearing the melodic sounds of
her screaming his name. But there was more to their connection than just a sexual
one. Maggie had reopened a part of him he had long since thought was dead. He loved
her smile, the gentle way she spoke with others, and how she seemed to make everything
better with just the power of her presence. He’d been frightened to open his heart
to anyone again, but now that he had he would do everything in his power to protect
that love. Unlike Bianca, he would not lose Maggie, even if that meant keeping her
locked up in his attic.

No, he couldn’t do that, but he would make sure she was kept safe. He would take care
of her. He scanned her resting form. She had the appearance of a sleeping angel. This
was where she belonged. In his home and in his bed. His cock twitched with the need
to bury itself between her luscious, thick thighs again. When GianMarco was inside
of her, it had felt like home.

GianMarco had a strong urge to immortalize her on canvas, something he hadn’t experienced
in many years. It had been such a long time since he had even thought about painting,
so he wasn’t sure if he was still the artist he used to be. He crossed the room to
pull a notepad and pencil from his desk and began to sketch her.

When he started, it was as if he had never stopped.

GianMarco’s pencil flew across the paper until he had several sketches of her. When
Maggie stirred, he put the pad down to slide into bed next to her. He knew she would
still be a little sore, but he needed the feel of her body against his. She was his
muse.