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Gio snickered. “I told you this pussy was mine.”

“Shut up.” I snarled and yanked on his hair.

Why did he have to be so good at everything? God, I hated him and his ego, which I apparently gave a boost. I could feel his lips curl in a smirk before his tongue thrust in my opening. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, as he snaked it across that spot inside that made my toes curl.

This was so fucked up. A minute ago I was debating on blowing his heart out of his chest, and now I couldn’t grind my hips close enough. And Gio wasn’t helping. He alternated between using his tongue and working my clit, driving me to the edge of oblivion without pushing me over. An act that I was sure he was doing on purpose.

Who cared if Gio was an asshole who shot people in the hand?. So what if he had held me up at dangerous heights. I didn’t need to brace myself on the wall. I could get closer to his devious mouth with both my palms on the ceiling. Fuck falling. My body had given into him. My mouth was another story.

“Only you would get turned on by getting shot.”

I moaned as he pulled my clit through his teeth. “It was so fucking hot seeing you pull that trigger.”

Ugh, sick bastard.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Gio let out a growl so feral it twisted my insides, as he teeth dug into my inner thigh. Hard.

Pain shot up my leg, causing me to fall back against the wall with a shirked, “ouch.”

But he didn’t stop. Gio continued to bite into my flesh while I tugged on his hair.

It hurt, but in a strange way that spread a warmth across my core. By the time he let go I was ready to tear his scalp off. I wasn’t sure if it was out of anger, or something else. But I did know I wanted to stick my thumb in his eye. Especially when he smirked up at me, and licked a drop of blood off his lips.

“You bit me!”

“You liked it.”

I did not. At least that’s what I was going to say before Gio shrugged and dropped me down. Falling became a fear again at that point. I slapped my hands down on his shoulders in an attempt to stop my body from landing on the floor. Turns out, I didn’t need to worry about that because Gio stopped me halfway and wrapped my legs around his waist.

I took a second to re-swallow my heart before glaring at him. “Don’t do that.”

“I think we’ve established that I’ll do what I want.”

“We’ve also established that I have no problem shooting you.”

His brow arched. “You didn’t shoot me.”

Technicality.

“You can put me down now.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” One of his hands let go of my ass long enough to give it a firm smack. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Yeah,” I sang in my best sweet tone. “Are you going to fuck me against the wall?”

“Oh, you’re going to get my cock.”

Why didn’t I like the sound of that?

When he started to unbuckle his belt, I got momentarily distracted by something glinting on the floor. Was that Maw Maw’s good paring knife? What the hell was that doing there?

Gio’s mouth grazed over the shell of my ear. “Your brother’s watching us.”

What?

My eyes lifted up to the picture on the wall as Gio dropped his pants and I felt his hardness line up with my opening.

“Let’s give him a show.”

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