Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She turned on her heel and left the room. I laughed outright, knowing she would do exactly what I told her not to.
I followed Gia upstairs half an hour later and walked into Salvatore’s old bedroom. I had a shower then put on a fresh pair of briefs, opened the bedroom door a crack, pulled the cover off the bed, remade it with fresh sheets, and climbed in to wait. I hadn’t locked Gia’s door on purpose. I wanted to see what she’d do. She didn’t trust me, which was wise, but I still needed her, and letting her go out there on her own would only get her in trouble. She most likely didn’t believe that, but she didn’t know this world like I knew it. Victor wouldn’t just let her go. And if Roman was involved, he was not one to leave loose ends. Gia was most definitely a loose end.
I leaned my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes. I was tired and had just drifted off to sleep when I heard it: the whine of a door unused for too long opening. I blinked my eyes open and listened. She walked softly, but the house was old, and it creaked. A lot. I waited until she was on the stairs before throwing the covers back and getting out of bed. I didn’t bother pulling pants on and left the pistol on the bedside table. Instead, I crept out of the bedroom and watched her in the dark. She stumbled once, righted herself, and moved toward the front door. She picked up the keys to the SUV I’d stupidly left on the hallway table, and when I saw her punch in the code I’d used to get us inside—sneaky little thing; she’d been watching—I sprinted down the stairs.
Gia turned at the sudden noise, and that second was what I needed. I caught up to her by the time she’d stepped outside the door. Catching her around the middle, I almost fell on top of her as we stumbled forward.
“Never put anything past a woman with an agenda,” I said, hauling her back inside.
“Let me go!” she screamed. “You fucking asshole, let me go!”
She kicked and punched. I turned her, tossed her over my shoulder, and slapped her ass. The door banged shut behind us as I carried a fighting Gia up the stairs and into my bedroom, where I tossed her down on the bed. Looking at her flushed face, her hair splaying out on my pillow, her eyes wild with fury—wild like a feral cat—it made me fucking crazy.
She lay still for all of a second, then tried to push me off. I flattened a hand on her chest and shoved her backward, climbed on top of her, and with one knee between her legs, trapped one of her thighs between mine. I laid my weight on her, caught her wrists, and transferred them to one hand. I then lightly tapped her face twice with the other.
“Like I said before, you’re so fucking predictable.”
“I was out the fucking door before you got to me!”
I gripped her chin, pressed my knee against her crotch, and watched her eyes darken. “Not far enough, though, considering you’re in my bed now. You play, you pay, Gia.”
She tried again to escape with her free leg, her torso, battling against me with every part of her she could move before I closed my mouth over hers for a quick kiss. I broke it long enough to warn her. “Don’t fucking bite me again.” I kissed her hard, devouring her, liking the taste of her, the fight in her. I forced her lips apart and bit down on one, not too hard but hard enough to taste the sweet, metallic taste of blood. I sucked.
Gia made some sound beneath me and, still keeping both of her wrists in one of my hands, I pushed the hoodie she had on up and cupped a breast, pinching her nipple through the bra and kissing her again, eating up her moan, my own, as I pressed my cock against her and slid my hand down to unbutton the jeans she must have switched into to make her getaway. I shoved them down, needing to free her wrists to grip the tight jeans with both hands and get them over her hips.
She pulled at my hair, but her eyes were closed and her mouth open, taking my tongue. I pushed my briefs halfway down my hips and gripped my cock, positioning myself between her spread legs, pulling back once to look down at her, at her pretty face, her lustful, panting mouth.
Her hands held onto my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, and when I fisted one handful of her dark mass and tilted her stubborn chin up, she reached to kiss me back, giving as good as she took, biting, her little teeth sharp as I brought my cock to her wet, hot entrance and met her gaze. I pushed into her, to the hilt in one thrust, eliciting a cry of pain from her, her fingers pulling at my hair again. I closed my eyes and kissed her again, moving inside her, her passage tight. She tilted her hips, wrapping both legs around me, and when I opened my eyes again, I found her watching me, her eyes dark and pupils dilated, biting her own lip as her pussy clenched around me, squeezing her pleasure from me. It took all I had to hold on until she released the vice-like grip of her thighs around my waist. I pulled out, my breath tight as I came on her belly, my cock throbbing between us, emptying, and finally, falling heavy on top of her, holding her beneath me, both of us spent, our breathing shallow gasps, her shuddering as I rolled off onto my back, one hand around her wrist, neither of us speaking.