Page 54 of Hostile Secret
I can’t lie to myself; the heat of his touch is undeniably good. Being this close to a man like him—a lethal villain—shouldn’t excite me. Yet the fiery sensation of his skin on mine has me tipping into the bars of my cage for support.
He smirks. “I’m going to lick your ass, India.”
I shake my head as my pulse thrums. “No—no you’re not. You had your chance in my bedroom that night and now I’ve moved past it.” His eyes narrow when I shrug. “I’m not interested anymore. I met a couple of guys in school who would be––”
A spine-chilling growl comes from his throat, cutting my sentence off mid-flow. He’d never know how much of a blatant lie it is. That’s my business.
The fingers on my thigh return to his side of the cage and shoot upward, crossing over onto my side again. He harshly fists the t-shirt neckline, tugging me closer.
Our chests bump against metal and every breath blends, his overwhelming tattooed presence owning my full attention.
“If you want them to die, then go ahead and tell me exactly what you’d let them do to you.”
Coarse tipped whiskers surrounding his snarling lips graze my chin the closer he slants into me.
“Go on, India. Let me hear the dirty fantasies you’ve dreamed up. Will you fuck them two at a time? Beg for their cum to fill you up? Finger yourself while I slice their throats for touching you?”
There’s no room to move, let alone escape the cell I’d barely slept in. His hot breath is laced with alcohol and his skin holds a familiar musk of marijuana, the same earthy smokiness I’d smelled in Andre’s Miami penthouse on a daily basis. The homely scent makes my belly flutter. But it’s his cruelty that shivers right through me.
He has me trapped in so many ways—physically and emotionally.
Rather than let him know it, I eyeball him right back. “You’re a fucking monster, Gio.”
His eyes drill into mine, electrifying my skin. They remind me of pretty jewels at the bottom of the ocean where there’s not enough oxygen or sunlight to survive.
“That's exactly what I am.” He nods. “And you can’t hide from it now. Not when I know you want my dick to destroy you. Admit it.”
I watch his nostrils flare. His ebony lashes bat slowly, so he can take in every inch of my flustered expression.
And he does. He twists the material in his fist and slides his gaze from my fluttery lashes to my parted mouth. His intense observation prickles over me in a rush of adrenaline, a crude awakening that turns the color of my skin to a shade of corruption.
“I didn’t think I’d hate Dré’s brother like this… but I do,” I bite out with conviction. “Stop being an asshole and get me the hell out of here.”
“Hold on to that hatred, because anything else is a weakness,” he says straight faced, momentarily narrowing his eyes on the wild pulse in my neck. “Get on your knees.”
“I don’t want to.” I challenge him for the sole purpose of giving my conscience a reason to stop harassing me.
“Let me tell you a little secret…” his voice thickens like a cord to strangle the lie from my throat. “I can sense your hunger. I feel it. And we both know your pussy is drenched because of it. Isn’t that right?” I swallow hard. “Deny it and that mattress over there is where you’ll sleep again tonight.”
“Big deal if I’m tingling all over, Gio. Because guess what?” I arch my back and push my chest into the bars. “You’re not the only guy on this planet who can make a woman wet.”
My sharp statement triggers something unholy within him. Instantly, his expression shutters and a sinister frown knits his dark brows together.
His relaxed features morph to murderous. In a racing heartbeat, he masterfully yanks the t-shirt downwards, forcing me to sink with it.
When I grip onto the bars above my head for balance, he snares one of my hands and pulls out a bunch of zip ties from his pocket. My captor expertly loops it around my wrist to secure me to the metal cage.
“What are you doing?” I pant, when he tugs hard to tighten it and captures my other hand, repeating the same thing.
I’m kneeling before him, my grazed skin pressed into the cold floor, spine straight, and both hands secured above my head like the letterX.He stands on the other side, arms folded, and a noticeable bulge in his joggers.
“Giovanni?” I gasp when he lowers to his haunches and stares at me. “You can’t leave me like this.”
He bends and reaches through the bars, thumbing my lips and staring back at me. The sensation of his light touch becomes hotter. Darkness settles on his expression and crowns of green orbit pitch black pupils.
“Why would I leave when you haven’t made up for your reckless behavior last night?” He finally answers. “You apologized, but I want more than words.”
I scowl at him. “How can I prove it? I’m not exactly in a position to do anything… am I?”
