Page 79 of Hostile Secret
Shadows darken his scowl. The longer he stares, the more confused I become. Whatever rolls through him gives off a ferocious vibration. A killer capable of evil deeds who isn’t pointing a gun or choking me to death, but he is obviously considering something.
“It’s okay to enjoy my company while I’m here, you know.” I continue, grabbing a cushion to hug it. My emotions are all over the place. “You don’t need to be so damn touchy about it. We’re both on the same page, Gio. This is temporary. My time here is temporary. Fucking is temporary. I adore André. He’s my brother, my whole world, not you. And I can’t wait to fly out to Italy to join what’s left of my family.”
My rant settles in Blackwater's hush. His eyes haven’t left mine, briefly shuttered when he blinks in that measured, assessing way of his.
I glare at his disheveled dark hair, taking in the inky demons coming to life on the taut landscape of his abdomen and try to gauge the unusual expression he offers. It’s not sinister or cruel, not even arrogant. Rather, it’s harrowing and utterly terrifying.
“I would strongly advise you to stop speaking.”
“Or what––you’ll kill me?” My voice wobbles, unsure why I’m suddenly scared of him.
As if sensing my unease, he steps closer. “There are only a handful of people on this planet who have immunity from me…” He thumbs his bottom lip. “… and you are one of them.”
“And why is that? Because of your promise to André or because you like screwing me?”
“Does it matter?”
“I guess not.”
“Turn around,” he orders. “Kneel on the couch.”
There’s no point refusing his demand. Lust charges through my veins and my need for him burns my flesh. In this situation we both get what we want. Me, experience, and him a virgin to destroy.
I do as he asks, my stomach flush to the back of the couch and my ass directed at him. The cushion beneath my knees dents when he comes up from behind and plasters himself onto me.
Featherlight fingertips trace my collar bone, causing me to tremble. “You’re a horny little whore. So, hungry for what a real man can give you.”
Slipping his hand between my thighs, his fingertips hunt out the slick wetness waiting for him. There’s no denying it. I’m wet because of this man and blinded by a need for his touch.
My ass automatically grinds into him, rubbing myself against the one thing I crave more than anything. Though I know it's a risk. Earlier, when he had fucked me, I was frantic for him.
In hindsight, it was careless. Despite that fact, a silly thought niggles inside of me. Would it be that terrible to have my own little family? Even if it was just me and a baby––my baby––my blood.
Shaking off the wild notion, I realize it would be foolish to try to replace my brother with a Souza heir. André and Letterman are my whole world now––and I’d be with them soon enough.
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” I hiss, angling my face around to see him better.
“Believe me, that’s the last thing I want,” he growls, finding my clit and roughly pinching it.
I cry out, desperate for more. “Good…” I groan. “Neither of us need any ties to the other. Once I leave here, you’ll never have to see me again.”
“Exactly.” His coarse haired jaw is next to mine, his mouth at the shell of my ear. “We’ll fuck when you’re protected and go our separate ways once this fascination has died.”
I swallow hard. Although his statement is exactly what I want to hear, I’m not convinced it will be that easy to walk away. Not when he commands my body like this.
He nips my lobe and inhales, finally sliding two fingers inside of me. The instant gratification has my temperature sizzling.
“Christ… Gio…” I say his name on a breathy moan.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being my dirty little whore?”
I don’t just like it, I crave it. In fact, Iloveit.
“Yes,” I whimper when he palms my belly and jerks my hips backward, so his fingers are deeper.
“Good girl, now sit on my face and come in my mouth.”
“What?”
