Page 55 of Hostile Secret
The air around us smolders with something devastatingly carnal.
“The boys in your school are pathetic and sexually inexperienced. They could never satisfy the primal urges inside of you. But I know exactly what you need.” Giovanni continues in a thick cadence, unaware of how it thrills me.
A thrill born from his mysterious persona and the anticipation of what comes next.
“You don’t know anything about myurges!”
I squirm, helplessly butting into the cold bars, only to feel his hand encompass my jaw and a thick finger push past my teeth.
His forehead creases, a hint of ire deepening the shallow wrinkles. “Oh, yes I do, India.” He removes his finger and drags it across my upper lip. “I see you, baby. And I fully understand the mission. Mention those boys again and I’ll line all of them up, one by one, for execution.”
“Bullshit! You wouldn’t really kill them,” I say breathlessly after he takes back his finger and sucks it. “They aren’t a threat to you.”
Without saying another word, he rises like a war god emerging from a battle of wills. He cranes his neck to the side before lowering his joggers to shackle his ankles and steps out of them.
Strong muscular legs widen a fraction as he positions himself in front of my face.
Giovanni stretches his arms out at either side of his glorious, inked torso, with his defined abdomen as tight as a drum when he clamps onto the railings.
“They’re only a threat to me when they’re touching you.”
His masculinity infects me with a lust so intense I could internally combust. I’m riddled with a toxic, unexplained urge to obey.
The sight of his nakedness ignites a raw need and matches the dark desire he apparently has for this situation––for me. It obliterates the warning signs of being a captive and covers me in feverish chills.
I blink up at the sight of his rock-hard dick, gulping at the proud vein snaking all the way up the hard shaft. When he tilts his hips, the glistening tip moves through the gap where it presses against my lips. Nothing else physically connects us.
“If you want to test me, then by all means continue to talk about those insignificant boys and see what happens.” He angles his pelvis, moving the satiny crown back and forth over my lips. “But I know you’re having more fun like this. Stick your tongue out. Show me how a bad girl pays for her mistakes.”
I ignore the shudder of truth shaking me from within and resign myself to the fact he’s become my guilty pleasure.
With his filthy demand comes an undefinable look—a felonious gaze that makes me both thankful for the bars between us and resentful.
This man’s not really the quiet twin who prefers a life of solitude. Giovanni Souza is very much a power player who uses torturous games to get what he wants.
And what's even more shameful than teasing the monster lurking inside of him is that being his next victim turns me on.
I can’t move to touch him or push his angry looking dick away even if I want to. The arousal between my legs is extraordinary when cool air tingles over my tongue, now obediently flattened and extended.
“Fuck!” He exhales, all the air rushing out of his lungs.
It’s only now, after willingly dropping my jaw to accept him, that I realize he’s the most dangerous man of all.
Infinitely superior to rival cartel lieutenants like David Castillo. Edgier in his appearance than André. Ferociously sexual compared to Matheus and more violently sophisticated than the head of the Souza cartel, Tomás.
I’m fascinated with this gangster who doesn't barter with death––because he simply embodies it.
“I’m hard for you, India. So fucking hard it hurts. Once you’ve tasted my cum, you’ll have my permission to go back to the comfort of your bedroom.”
I curl my mouth around his girth and suck. He stills for a heartbeat. We both do. Me subdued before him and Giovanni silently observing me from the darkness he chooses to reside in.
“This is what my naughty girl needed from me all along, isn’t it?” The deep tone of his husky voice is strained. “Did you lie on your bed and rub your clit, wishing I was choking you with the painful boner you’d given me?”
I hum around him and witness his teeth dent the flesh of his lower lip. “And what about your untouched little pussy? Did it crave my dick to stretch it wide during the thunderstorm––to be the first man to claim it as mine?”
His breath catches as if he’s struggling to breathe. Salty fluid mingles with saliva as I blink up at him, wondering if every man’s pre-cum tastes as good as his.
Our eyes lock the very second he thrusts his hips and three-quarters of his length spears my throat, the remainder held back by metal. It's that basic act of savagery that reaffirms his control in this scenario. Yet I’m beyond turned on—buzzed and tingly all over.
