Page 19 of Dangerous Games of Trust

“How can I when all you’ve ever done is lie to me,” I cry in frustration.

“For your own safety. I already told you I wouldn’t lie to you again. Start trusting me,” he demands like it’s that simple.

“Trust is earned,” I snap back at him, bringing my foot up and trying to kick him in the junk, but he anticipates it. Spinning me to face him, he presses me into the solid wall behind. My heart races wildly as I glare back at him. I know he would never really hurt me, but he’s scary as fuck when his crazy switch flicks.

Before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine in an aggressive kiss. My eyes close, kissing him back for just a second.When I realize what I’m doing, I break the kiss, trying to get my hands in between us so I can get some space from him. I’m not done with this talk. I need to know how bad the depths of his stalking are. Especially when it comes to me. “What were you doing at my papa’s place on Christmas Eve?”

His eyes narrow in on me, and his breathing becomes more ragged as a snarl escapes his lips. I know he doesn’t want to answer the hard questions, but tough shit. I need answers.

I match his intensity, not ready to back down. I don’t care if he has the upper hand, with me trapped between the solid wall and his muscular body. “You told me you wouldn’t lie to me anymore. I want to know. Why where you there, Geo?” I ask him again, but my voice comes out as more of a plea.

“I knew what the boys were up to. The week before you came home, I overheard Marco telling them what your papa was up to and that he planned on murdering him for siding with my pa. So, I bugged your papa’s place and waited for you to run.”

Shocked, I blink back at him, unable to believe he’s actually telling me the truth. He was there just waiting for me. If that’s the case, why? “How did you know I would get out of there alive?”

A slight smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “I knew they didn’t want to harm you. Not the sweet little princess. Alex wanted you for himself. He had been adamant he would get you back after your papa sent you away to Paris, it was only a matter of time before he worked out a way to do it,” he replies, his voice dripping with smugness. Like the idea that I’m now here with him, not with his cousin, is amusing in his twisted brain.

As he moves his face closer to mine, I feel the intensity of his desire crackling in the air. My heart races with being so close to him. But I’m not done yet. “So that was when you started watching me?” I push, desperate to know the depths of his fascination with me.

I watch as he clenches his lips tightly. A wave of sadness washes over me, knowing that his expression reveals the undeniable truth.

My fingers become entangled in his shirt as I desperately attempt to force him off of me. “It wasn’t, was it?” I shove him again, but he’s like a brick wall, he won’t move. “Geovani. When did you start watching me?” I whimper, not sure I really want the answer.

“That’s not important now, Red.” The warning in his voice is unmistakable. I know I’m crossing a line he’s not willing to go over.

“It’s important to me,” I snap. Fuck him. Just because he’s a shitload bigger and stronger than me and because my body literally submits to him as soon as his lips touch mine, that doesn’t mean he gets to control every aspect of this relationship. I stand my ground, glaring at him without flinching.

“A few years ago.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but his casualness can’t hide the unsettling feeling it brings. This is creepy as fuck. The things he would have seen me do.

I break into a hot sweat. “Like when I was seeing Alessandro. You wanted me because I was with your cousin?”

“I wanted you, because I wanted you. Nothing to do with him.”

My mind races, thinking back to my time sneaking around with Alessandro. I was so inexperienced, the things we did together. My cheeks color just thinking about it. “How much did you see? Could you see me when I was at college?”

“Sometimes.”

Sometimes!“Oh my God. This is insane. Here I was thinking you just watched me now because you’re trying to keep me safe. But I didn’t need protecting back then. You’re obsessed.”

“Indeed, I am,” he growls out with a confident smile. He doesn’t see anything wrong with stalking me or hiding cameras so he can watch my every move.

My eyes go wide with panic. “You’re insane.”

In an instant, his smile contorts into a disturbing, unhinged grin. His eyes lock with mine as he nods. I catch the slight movement of his tongue grazing his top lip.

Oh, fuck. A delicious shiver runs through me. For some unknown reason, the knowledge that I am his obsession drives me equally insane for him. I’m fucked in the head.

He’s done with talking, and before I know what’s happening, his lips are locked with mine again. His solid body presses me into the wall as he devours me.

Chapter 10

He loosens his grip.My hands travel up his arms, digging into the back of his neck as our kiss becomes more violent. I’m so angry with him, but I want him just as badly. His hands slide under my ass, picking me up. I let my legs wrap around his middle as he carries me to the table in the break room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my voice all breathy. Who the hell even am I right now?

His lips turn up at the sides into a sinister-as-fuck smile. He looks psychotic tonight. His muscles bulge out of his shirt, showing me just how powerful he is. “Fucking you into submission.” He laughs darkly.

“Not a fucking chance.” I laugh back sarcastically, trying to shove away from him. His grip loosens enough for me to break free, and I take off, shoving open the door, sprinting down the hallway. I can feel him hot on my heels, but I keep running, my heart racing like crazy. As I make it to the bottom of the stairs, his arms wrap around my middle, lifting me off the ground. Next thing I know I’m being thrown down on the sofa.

---