Page 67 of Hostile Secret
“It’s okay. That just means you won’t be protected from pregnancy for seven days following the shot.”
“What?” I bolt upright immediately. “You’re giving me an injection? Why can’t I take pills?”
Give me blood and gore, bullets and gruesome stories, but a needle—no fucking way. Getting to my feet, I sidestep the doctor, and hurry to the door.
“India.” Giovanni’s tone is sharp and dominant. “One shot will give you three months of protection without having to remember to take a pill every single day. By the time it runs out, you’ll likely be with Dré.”
“How about no shots and you leave me the hell alone?”
“Get it ready,” he orders the doctor.
In two predatory strides, he’s before me, his hands circling my waist and his muscular physique reversing me under an archway. I look over my shoulder at an examination table lining a white wall in the tiny room adjoined by the doctor’s office.
Panic thrums through my veins. “No… Giovanni… I hate needles,” I say firmly, trying to push him off me. But he’s too strong, and highly motivated.
“You hate a lot of things.”
“Only the things that scare me.”
He slots his hands under my armpits, gently lifts me onto the bed, and puts his legs in between mine. “Nothing scares you, baby. Not even the monster lurking in your bedroom. Now sit fucking still and be a good girl.”
I tip my head back to square up to him, my heart thumping. In the periphery of our intense bubble, the doctor moves closer.
Taking a tattered breath, I set my hands on his solid chest and feel the powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. “Please, Gio…”
Tears sting my eyes, and that helpless reaction fires up my temper. Nonetheless, they roll out from under my lashes and spill over my flaming cheeks.
“Ple—”
He stuffs his fingers into my hair, securing my head before him, and silences the plea with his mouth.
This time, the kiss isn’t forceful or demanding. His tongue skates past my lips and dances with mine. Our lips cling and saliva blends. Tender, deliciously wet licks, slow and relaxed. My brain blips and my bones liquify. I could kiss him like this all day.
“All done.” The doctor's voice drifts into my scrambled thoughts. “It will need topped up
in twelve weeks. I’m here if you need another shot then.”
I hadn’t noticed her stick the needle in my thigh and when her statement finally registers with me, I expect Giovanni to break away. But he doesn’t.
Instead, a hand roams over my breast and squeezes. The other weaves through my hair and fists the lengths at my scalp. He deepens it, the pace switching from leisurely to starved.
When I whimper, he tugs my bottom lip before angling his face to the doctor. “Get out. I need five minutes alone.”
He doesn’t wait for her to leave. His mouth crashes over mine, claiming it again. The hand on my chest skates to the hem of my dress.
“Since you were a good girl, I’ll let you come this time.” He breathes into my mouth and sucks my tongue. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come for me.”
I’m so messed up. After nearly strangling me at the shooting range and then bringing me here, I should slap his face for daring to kiss me. But I can’t lie to myself. I still want him. Foolishly. Desperately.
“Yes.” I pant.
“Yes what?”
“I want to come.”
“I know you do.” He grabs onto my knees and roughly spreads my legs even wider. “And I want to hear my name on your lips when it happens.”
Lowering before me, he positions himself at eye level to my panties, runs two fingers along the inside of my thigh, and yanks the damp fabric to the side.
