Page 49 of Hostile Secret
In a flash, he reaches through the bars, grabs a fistful of material, and yanks me closer. My chest slams into the metal barrier.
“From now on, when I tell you to do something, you’ll do it without hesitation.” The smokiness of his baritone whispers a shiver right through me. “Comprendes?”
I can’t quite read his changeable expression. There’s a quirk to his beautiful lips, but his pale green eyes, they see right into my soul in a way I can’t understand. Ebony lashes lower as his gaze settles on my braless breasts poking out from behind a bold yellow layer of stretchy material.
“I won’t ask you twice.” Broad shoulders fix in place, making his sublime posture even more intimidating. “Do you understand?”
I suck in sharply and straighten my spine that little bit more to match his stature. “You didn’t give me a chance.”
“You’re all out of chances, baby.”
The slight smirk he wears flickers, devastatingly attractive, but sinister in its intention. I glare at his unshaven face and bare my teeth, aware of the hex he’s somehow put on me. “So, what are you going to do… huh? Shoot me?”
His low chuckle creates a crest of goosebumps all over me. “The gun is empty. I used all the bullets to kill the fuckers who thought India Hardy was theirs to touch.”
He tosses the gun, the clatter of it making my pulse race. As he stands here, dominating the shadows, his knuckles skim the curve of my left breast and I wonder what’s going on in his head. His eyes hide the truth of a vision I desperately want to unearth.
Does he want me like I want him, or is torturing me simply a form of power play that ends in my destruction?
“Who is allowed to touch me, then?” I goad him for a reaction.
In one rough movement, he drags the material in his fist downwards, the force of it popping my nipples out into the open. I bite my lip to stave a whimper.
“Me. I get to do this.” His mouth dips until his tongue flickers over a nipple poking out between the bars.
My heart hammers, the sensation of his teasing warmth zapping my sanity.
“This is wrong, Gio. You can’t lock me up like this,” I pant.
He teases my nipple using his thumb and forefinger, humming low and filthy, the sound full of self-gratification.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want. You had your chance to be a good girl, but you’d rather be a bad girl.”
His presence overwhelms the darkness. Sparks light up inside of me, cruelly making my blood hotter than the scorching rays of sun on André’s private island. “And this is where my bad girl belongs.”
“Yours?” I whisper.
“Mine.” He feeds his other hand through the cage and slowly peels the dress past my hips, lowering to his haunches when my panties are presented to him. He tears his gaze away from the apex of my thighs bringing his irises darkened by desire in line with mine. “… until my brother takes you back.”
My heart foolishly sinks. I love André with all of my heart; however, he’s married to Sinéad and they’re a proper family.
Whereas I'm a lost penny from his past that turns up when he’s already got a chest full of golden coins. He doesn’t need me, other than satisfying an oath he once made to a dead friend.
Even Giovanni considers my time in his life temporary. Now that I’m eighteen, it’s awoken some sort of wild perversion in the man whose morals were apparently beaten out of him as a teen.
It's pointless to pretend our attraction doesn't exist. But what happens afterwards, when he’s cut through all the ropes keeping me here and it's time to let go?
“I know you want me.” His Colombian accent caresses my scalp, so the hairs rise. “Don’t you?”
“Not like this!” I grab his fingers to push them away, but the pointless act earns a wicked chuckle.
“I warned you, India, but you didn’t listen.”
He gently fondles one breast and moves to the next. It takes every last drop of pride within me not to groan. My pussy starts to throb in that frustrating way it does when he touches me.
“You thought it would be a good idea to taunt the devil inside of me, didn’t you?”
His fingers jump to my jaw, the tips burrowing into my flushed cheeks, making my lips pucker before him.
