Suspicion filled her face. “You won’t? That’s not your usual style.”
My smile widened. She was right. I loved to push her buttons, and it would be difficult not to keep doing so, but this was different. While my brothers and I weren’t Traditionalists, we respected our men and their families, and that included their old-fashioned values. Remo kept reminding me of that fact repeatedly.
Besides, it gave me a thrill knowing that Gemma would only be mine alone, even if the wait until our marriage would prove tricky. But I had other girls for fucking and sucking until then. Maybe the wait would add even more thrill to our wedding night. I tilted my head, bringing our faces closer. Gemma was the full package. Choir girl and sex bomb, a lethal combination of heaven and hell. Being around her, you couldn’t help but want to be sinner and saint, only so you could be closer to her.
“Savio…” Gemma said in warning, bringing her palms up against my chest.
I got that she didn’t want to have sex before our wedding night, but why deprive herself of all the other fun things I could show her? “Is a kiss really so bad? Your mouth is so fucking kissable.”
“Well, your mouth is coming around too much for my taste. You’ve probably kissed more lady parts than most toilet seats.”
My arms gave in from the force of my laughter. Fuck, Gemma was one of a kind. Resting my forehead against the wall, my body pressed into Gemma. “Lady parts?” I repeated between chuckles as I tilted my head down.
Gemma raised her head. We were so fucking close, her lips were begging for me to bridge the few inches between us. “How about you call them what everyone does? Pussy.”
Her cheeks turned red. “I’m not going to take that word into my mouth.” She pushed harder against my chest, but I didn’t budge.
“I’d love to have your pussy in my mouth,” I growled, and doing my usual routine without even thinking about it, I ground myself against the woman in front of me to show her what she was doing to me.
Gemma tensed, her eyes widening in shock. She jerked her knee up and hit my balls. Pain shot through my body and I groaned. She quickly slipped out under my arm and stormed away. “That’s called Bull’s eye!”
Fuck. Anger surged through me. I chased her despite the fucking throbbing in my balls, and I grabbed her wrist. She whirled on me. “Don’t do that ever again,” I growled.
She narrowed her eyes. “How about this then?” She swung her fist at me, aiming straight for my nose. My arm shot up, blocking her assault. I’d been fighting in the cage for years now against guys weighing twice as much as Gemma. She was a good fighter for a small girl, but that was it. I gripped her other wrist and jerked her against me, holding her fast. Her hair had come undone from her ponytail and framed her face in wild curls. “Apologize,” she seethed.
My eyebrows shot up. “I’m not the one who smashed his knee into your lady parts.”
“Apologize for disrespecting me.”
I regarded her. She was dead serious.
“If anyone else treated me the way you just did…”
“I’d cut his dick off and let him bleed out,” I finished.
“Do you want people to think I’m someone who can be disrespected? Do you want people to call me your slut like they do your other girls?”
“Nobody would dare because you are my fucking fiancée, because you’ll be a Falcone. That’s a fucking big difference.”
“Then treat me different to your sluts.”
I sighed. “Fine, Kitty. I’ll honor your boundaries from this day on if that’s what you want.”
“I do.”
She’d be the one who had to get herself off with her own hand while I’d just do what I’d always done. The thought of Gemma touching herself wedged itself into my brain.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked suspiciously.
I stepped back with a smirk. “Don’t you need to head home to prepare for your confession this Sunday?”
“You should consider confessing.”
“I don’t want to give the pastor a heart attack.”
Diego came to pick me up. He’d only dropped me off at the gym, claiming he had something to do. I suspected that something was Toni. I’d ask her later. He’d avoided me since I’d caught him with Toni yesterday, had spent our entire drive talking to Dad on the phone as if their conversation about the new opening hours of the Capri couldn’t wait until we were home.
Diego nodded a greeting at Savio who returned it. I used the chance to step away from him and grabbed my gym bag before I followed my brother outside without another look at Savio. “Anything I need to know?” Diego asked when we were in the car.
“No. Anything I need to know about Toni and you?”
His mouth tightened as he started the car and pulled on the street. “There’s no Antonia and me.”
“Really? It didn’t sound that way when she told me about you two.”
He slanted me a wary look. “You talked about me?”
“She’s my best friend, Diego. So, are you two dating?”
Diego made a small noise that could have been confirmation or denial, I couldn’t tell. When I didn’t stop staring, he sighed. “No, we’re not dating, Gemma, and we won’t.”
“But you took Toni’s virginity!”
Diego looked as if he considered jumping out of the driving car. I couldn’t take his comfort into consideration when Toni’s heart was on the line.
“She talked to you about that?” he growled.
“Of course, she did.”
“We’re just having fun, Gemma. Antonia hasn’t been brought up with our values. Her virginity doesn’t have the same importance in her life.”
“Are you serious?” I hissed. “That doesn’t mean it didn’t mean anything. My God, Diego, can you be any more
