5. Craving for the Mate.

He pulled himself out of her mouth, having the urge to explore that beautiful body of hers. ‘’Gio…” Jasmine moaned, as he rapidly connected his lips with hers. His hands run all over her body, dying to feel her sensitive and beautiful skin sliding against his. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it to the side. Jasmine's hands roamed her husband's body, loving the feel of his muscled chest against the palms of her hands. Their kiss deepened, tongues massaging each other as Giovanni’s fingers wrapped firmly around her throat. His other hand roamed her body, feeling her breasts and the hardness of her nipples. He envisioned the image of that woman, and with her in his mind, he broke the kiss and pushed jasmine towards the table. Her legs spread distinctively, opening up for him as his hands massaged his rigid cock.

Her cunt was soaking wet, ready for his hard dick to drive into her. When his phone on the table rang, Giovanni looked up and spotted the little object. He finally laid his eyes on his wife and it was as though he froze on the spot. How could it be?

He asked himself countlessly when he realized that all this time he had been with his wife and yet he was picturing a completely different woman. His lust for jasmine slowly faded away. Even though he was still hard, he could not quite get excited about being with Jasmine. Something about her completely turned him off, mostly because she was not the woman that he currently wanted to fuck. He had never wanted a woman more than he wanted his Mate. She was just a stranger but his Mate that he had seen in the streets of Hong Kong and now she had him hooked like some drugs. Giovanni could never be able to explain the emotions that flooded inside him when he looked at Jasmine and realized that she would never be able to give him the anxiousness and overflowing emotions of lust.

He wanted that woman so he could use her body the way he deemed fit. He wanted her so he would be able to bury his hard cock inside her tight pussy and take away the Innocence of her body. He wanted her because he could simply tell that by the way she walked across that street that day, she was unaware of the attention and the beauty that stood with her. Giovanni wanted her so that he could corrupt her, use her as a mistress and still quench his thirst and curiosity for her beautiful petite body. He wanted to feel that beautiful glowing skin against his hard shaft. She wanted to feel her pussy walls tightening against his cock as she shook with pleasure. He wanted her to beg, to be on her knees worshiping his cock. He wanted to bend her over right over his study table and fuck her mercilessly. To explore her boundaries and know just what made her come undone.

Was it wrong? To want to fuck his Mate so hard and so fast that he would lose himself in the process. Was it wrong to go extremely hard just by the thought of her. To remember her beautiful figure and jack off to that memory every night. Whatever it was, Giovanni had promised himself that he would get her no matter how hard she would hide.

‘’Do not pick it up! Please don't pick it up.’’ Jasmine begged.

“For how long do I have to watch you put your business before our marriage? You always make me feel as though I am a second option and I am not a priority to you. I am your wife for crying out loud Giovanni, treat me the way I deserve to be treated.’’

But was he even listening to any of it? A thousand things were running into his mind right now and his wife was not one of them. Her worries and complaints had become noise to him. He no longer valued what she had to say and everything that she tried to do was suddenly annoying to him. Jasmine had grown frustrated and desperate especially because she could tell that the touch and connection between her and Giovanni was slowly dying.

Before the ringing of the phone died down, he reached for it and grabbed it hastily. When he put it over his ear, he heard the words that he had been dying to listen to the entire week. “We found her!” His bodyguard said, making Giovanni smirk mysteriously.

“I have to go,” he said to his woman as he slowly pulled away from her and began to pull up his trousers. He saw the pout that she made and the many statements that she gave him claiming that he was treating her badly and he could not just leave her like that.

But Giovanni was so caught up in the repetition of those words that they had found her that he just walked out of that study room with only his trousers on. Shirtless, he ignored the insults and curses that his wife threw at him as he opened the door and walked out. He had definitely done her wrong especially by leaving her in such a disadvantaged position. This woman has been messing up his mind.

“Prepare the car. Get me the files and hurry up.’’ He instructed Rosso, who stood over the door to their bedroom patiently waiting for him. As he walked past him, he made a quick stop towards his large closet and picked up a shirt. He was eager to arrive where he wanted and he wasted no time in going down the flight of stairs and towards his garage. Several cars were parked there but he picked his favorite Porsche and proceeded to enter. There was already a driver waiting for him and a few seconds later, his head bodyguard entered the back seat.

He handed Giovanni some files and when Giovanni hastily opened them, he was overjoyed with what he found. All the information that he needed to know about the woman. From her address to her pictures to where she lived and what she was doing in Hong Kong. Among everything Giovanni was currently reading, he was deeply induced by the pictures that they got. The woman was innocent, there were no past boyfriends or flings. His private investigators always did a magical job when it came to investigating matters like this. This is why he fully believed the information he was given, because his sources were reliable. As he flipped the pages one by one, he read and discovered that the young woman's name was Isabella Willow Smith, originally born in London but she currently studies mass communication in Hong Kong.

When he checked the name that was written on the file again, something rang a bell. He had heard of that surname somewhere. It was more familiar to him than he could imagine. “Where is the documentation about her parents?” He asked curiously.

“On the back page boss!’’ Russo responded who is also the right hand of Gio in his pack. When Giovanni checked the last page of the file, he was intrigued and amused by the information that he found. This was where nature had favored him, the entire plan would now be easy especially with this newfound knowledge.

“Take a turn, we are heading to the smith’s family, I have a better idea as to how he can pay my debts.”