Page 109 of Hostile Secret
Slowly lifting my leg, he cuffs my ankle to set the heel of my foot on his thigh and collects a black leather sandal from the box. Taking his time, he slips it over my toes and methodically crosses the diamond encrusted straps all the way up my shin and ties it below the knee.
The way he concentrates on the task, almost worshiping me, grows inside of me like buds flourishing within the grief in my soul. I don’t feel lost anymore.
Once he’s content it fits to his standard, he moves to the next foot and repeats the process. “Stand,” he demands, biting his lower lip when I do as I’m told and pull the fabric next to my thighs upward to show them off. “Fucking gorgeous.”
His eyes flash when I pull back my shoulders and correct my posture. The dress falls into position, my chin elevates, and my loose hair drapes the curve of my adorned breasts. I’m energized by his presence and how it occupies every part of me.
“Walk across the room.” His voice is thick, almost tattered from restraint.
I feel strength manifest inside me with every sharp rise and fall of his lungs. He’s enjoying this as much as I am.
When I start to move away from the couch, he growls from the back of his throat, sizing me up like a predator waiting for the right second to attack.
I glance over my shoulder to find his fierce expression caught between shadows and flickering candlelight. Equally vicious as he is thoughtful.
Liquid heat spreads through me when he stands to his full height, taps the screen on his phone, and points the camera lens at me again. “It’s prom night,” he says, stalking toward me. “Show my brother your beautiful dress.”
I frown at him. “Is he there? Did you call him?”
“No, I’m recording a video,” he replies matter-of-factly. “Turn around and show André your dress.”
My heart flutters. While I do a three-sixty on the spot, he stays back a few steps to catch the whole outfit in the video clip.
“How about you show him your new designer sandals, too?” Widening the slit at my knee, Giovanni changes the angle and lowers the phone to my feet. “They’re sexy—aren’t they?” He hums his appreciation and comes closer. “Leather and India. You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
My spine tingles. He’d called me baby while he’s still recording. I suck in sharply when his chest violently bumps into mine and his free hand snakes under my buttocks to grab my ass.
“Stick your tongue out and flatten it,” he says slowly, the gravelly tone thick from lust.
When I do, he dips closer and licks it, leisurely gliding his hand up my spine. He looms over me and hums, the throaty sound so dirty and perverted. He sucks air into his mouth before securing my nape.
And then, before either of us considers the weight of our indiscretion, our decorum disintegrates. Our foreheads bash together and the tips of our noses squish. I slide my arms around his neck and exhale into his open mouth, spellbound by the potency of this bond we’d somehow forged.
His greedy tongue plays and retreats, his mouth slippery and hot. The force of his urgent kisses liquefies every part of me while his suited body dominates.
Hungry lips claim and own for a few heart-racing seconds. The vicious pressure matched when I stuff my fingers into his hair to deepen the mutual attack.
There’s no doubt this is anything less than a gangster staking his claim. But it doesn’t matter. I’m a slave to his filthy kisses, now and forever.
After he’s satisfied my lips are bruised, he slows the pace. The tenderness he now exudes is a contrast for such a lethal man like him. Our wet lips cling and our tongues play. I moan into his mouth, hungry for more and forgetting he’s still filming us.
This man is my everything.
And just as quickly as the significant kiss had slowed, he gently bites my bottom lip and tugs the flesh until it pops free.
“You like it when I kiss you, baby?” he teases.
He strokes my cheek with his fingertips while I nod, a shy smile appearing on my face. “I do.”
He angles his head and stares at the screen where our faces are displayed next to each other. “In case you hadn’t realized, brother, she’s mine now. All fucking mine.”
Then he taps on the recorded video, hits send, and tosses the phone away. Turning into me again, he pierces me with an unraveling stare. My pulse stutters. Looking up at him, I try to breathe while his persona slips into darkness.
Before I can question his sanity, he drives me backward into the shadows like a monster hiding his prey.
A gust of air leaves my lungs from the force. “Gio?”
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