Page 38 of The Red Queen

“I could have killed someone you cared about.”

His hand still knotted in her hair; he lifted his face until it was just above hers. “I care about you, not them.”

“But… that doesn’t make sense.” Hadn’t he known Raina and Mateo before he knew about her existence? Had something as silly as seeing her picture caused him to go to Miami?

“Why were you in Miami?” she asked breathlessly.

“For you, only for you.”

But why?she wanted to cry out, but his lips covered hers in a kiss that was much more demanding than the last. He demanded her attention, her capitulation, her wholehearted participation.

Soon, Raina, Mateo and the whole Miami fiasco faded away. She didn’t know or care how he found her, she needed him to finish what he was starting.

He seemed to read her thoughts, because, without breaking the kiss, he moved away just enough to reach between them and slide his hand to her waist.

Desi felt light-headed. His mouth on hers was stopping her from drawing the air she needed as he pushed his hand into the front of her jeans, then into her panties. He groaned as he touched the evidence of her desire.

He lifted his head from hers and growled, “You are so fucking wet, Desi.”

She gasped for breath while he slowly sank his fingers into her, filling her, pressing against her inner walls.

“Please!”

“Please what,bella?” There was strain in his voice, but he held himself still with iron control.

“Please, I want to come.” She’d never said those words out loud, never said anything dirty before, but it felt right to do it with Giovanni. He was so in control right then, the master of her body. She instinctively knew what he wanted from her. “Please, Gio!”

He used the heel of his hand to press against her clit while curling his fingers into her g-spot. “Beg me again.” His voice dropped into a low growl. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels… it feels…” she drifted off and a few seconds later he pulled his hand from her pants.

She gripped his wrist to stop him. “It feels hot and tight, like a spring. I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t make me come.”

He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good.”

He plunged his fingers back into her and ground his hand against her clit, sending her higher and higher until she was gasping for breath and flinging her head from side to side.

“Come for me, Desi.”

She bucked her hips forward into his hand, grinding herself against him and keening as he thrust his fingers into her g-spot. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her, more intense than she’d ever experienced. She would have collapsed, but he pressed against her, holding her up against the wall.

He spoke in her ear. Dirty things, sweet and sexy things. “So fucking gorgeous when you come. I want to fill you up,bella. Full of cock and cum. Everywhere, mouth, pussy, ass.”

His words sent heat to her face and another wave of wetness into the hand still cupping her.

He removed his hand and brought it up between them. She watched, mesmerized, as he licked his hand from top to bottom, then reached between them, unzipping his pants.

“Take your pants off and bend over,” he ordered.

Desi was about to do exactly as he wanted, but as she turned her head against the wall, her eyes caught on something. Not something, someone. Vitto, her bodyguard. He wasn’t looking at her, but it was clear from the strain on his face that he couldn’t help but listen.

“Giovanni!” she gasped as embarrassment flooded through her.

Not again. This wasn’t happening to her again!

“Gio,” he reminded her, gripping her jeans and dragging them down her thighs.

She turned her head and looked the other way down the hall, hoping to see an open door where they could take their tryst into privacy, but her eyes met the dark gaze of another bodyguard. Probably Giovanni’s personal bodyguard.

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