Page 98 of Hostile Secret
“Tell me, India,” he hisses out from his teeth, the effort not to fuck me making his muscles tense. “I won’t ask again.”
“If I agree to it… what does it really mean… for how long?”
“For as long as it takes.”
“What about Dré and Letter––” Giovanni doesn’t give me the chance to finish my sentence when his lips steal my breath away.
Harsh lips punish in their force as they weld with mine. Our frantic kiss tastes of peppermint and power. His entire physique crowds me. This monster of a man gets off on calculated control. Yet here we are, randomly half-naked under the stars, and he’s focused solely on me.
He bites and sucks. Groans into my open mouth and gropes each breast like I’m the hottest woman he’s ever touched. It’s an uncontained fire, crazed and beyond erotic.
“You’re such a fascinating little thing,” his foreign timbre is drenched in lust, the words muttering into my mouth. “You won’t lose them. Trust me. They’d both agree you’d be safer with me for the foreseeable future.”
“I don’t want to be controlled by you, Gio,” I whisper against his cheek. “I’m not the sort of girl who hides in the shadows. I need friends and social interaction. Parties and pretty dresses. Maybe I could change my name. You could get me a false passport, right? I could dye my hair and move to a safe house in Italy. That way I'd have freedom.”
Giovanni inches back and cocks his head, studying me under a blanket of twinkly stars. His dark lashes bat ever so slowly as he takes all of me in.
“You’ll never have freedom.” He chuckles darkly. “Being on Blanco’s hit list proves it. We’ve started a war and I’ll eliminate every fucker who has your name on their tongue, but it won’t end there. Our world isn’t the same as everyone else’s. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be to accept where you belong.”
He slowly thumbs my lips. The ache between my thighs intensifies. “And that’s with you?”
“With me.” He repeats, welcoming a tsunami of goosebumps all over me.
“I’ll stay… for a while longer,” I agree, my heart racing. “Because I like you, Gio.”
A rare smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah? How much?”
“Just a little bit.”
“Well, I like you enough to fill your hot little cunt with my cum. And you know what?” I shake my head, dizzy from anticipation. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever wanted to do that to.”
In a blur of possessive hands and hunger, he fists his dick and presses the crown of it to the entrance of my throbbing pussy. “I want to experience all of you.”
I grab his t-shirt to drag it up and over his taut chest, panting as he rears back to free his tattooed torso. Then his hands are on me again. His mouth smothers my lips and his tongue dives past my teeth. Our kiss turns violent, hungry. Both of us craving the others' saliva, sweat, and this unfathomable attraction. “Are you going to tell Dré why I’m really staying? The truth.” My words are breathless.
“And what truth is that?”
His hips thrust, forcing his dick in so hard that a loud gust of air fills my lungs and my head spins. I’m so full, having had very little time to prepare myself for the merciless intrusion.
“This…” I whimper, my scalp tingling all over. “That I’m staying for this.”
He makes a sexy grunting noise from the back of his throat. “Do you really think I should update my brother on your virginity status… and tell him I destroyed it?”
That’s the last thing André would expect, and I doubt it would sit well with him.
“He’d lose his shit.” I admit.
When Giovanni violently seals his lips over mine, my body feels his ownership charge through me. Together we’re explosive. This is the rush I never knew I needed, the high I can’t forget, and another secret he’s planning to keep.
Despite accepting there’s no real future for us as a couple, he continues to pound into me, and I’m too far gone in this mania to stop him. He throws the backs of my knees over his arms to better the angle. His pace is hard and fast, and his eyes fixate on the sight of his dick slamming in and out.
I’m on my elbows, panting and entranced by him when the orgasm builds, and my insides clamp around his dick.
The sensation starts off so powerful that I shake and moan, never wanting the electric current to die away. My head falls back, and the climax burns through me, acting as a catalyst for his release.
When he ruts in deeper and snarls, his feral gaze locks on mine. His spine stiffens and he injects warm cum inside of me.
Pulling out, his fingers move to my pussy and separates my folds, staring at the entrance under a waxing moon. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he hums out his approval.
