Page 15 of Hostile Devil
My eyes ping open and my scalp prickles, panic racing through me. “Are you hurt? Is that why you can’t come home? Because they messed you up? I don’t care if your face is busted or you’ve lost teeth, let me be there for you.”
He chuckles at that, and my heart flutters. “You are there for me. This, right now… you being you. And text messages are better than nothing at all, right? If I was all busted up and ugly, would you be my slutty little nurse and give me a sponge bath while dressed in a short white dress and pantyhose?”
“Stop it.” I scold, heat rushing through my veins. “I’m serious. Did they hurt you?”
“Only a few cuts and scrapes, however, I definitely require the attention of a cute blonde with ocean blue eyes and satin pajamas.”
I exhale, aware of the phone in my hand and how it had gotten into the library. “You were right here and didn’t wake me… are you still in the house… hiding in one of the rooms?”
“I’m long gone.” His edgy tone amplifies as it rumbles through the phone line, straight into my ear. The sexy pitch drives my senses wild. “I won’t return until I'm certain the situation is under my control. In the meantime…” He pauses. “Lie back on the couch.”
I do as he orders, slowly reclining, and use the blanket to cover myself at the same time. My pulse thrums. “Please tell me where you are.”
“Colombia.”
I roll my eyes. “Are you safe?” He hums his response and my core clenches. “Are you alone?”
“Yeah, but there’s abella chicaon the screen before me. She’s caught my full attention.”
I laugh lightly. “You’re watching a movie?”
“I’m watching you, baby.” His throatiness is nothing short of carnal. “Stop hiding behind that blanket and pull down your shorts.”
“You've been watching us all this time?” I gasp.
“Not the whole time. But I am now, so do as you're told, little whore, and take off your shorts.”
I kick off the blanket, lift my hips and shimmy the satin to my ankles. “Please be hiding in the shadows, ready to touch me when I’m begging for it.”
His grunt sends a shiver through me. “I wish I was.”
“But I’m so wet. You can have me now. All of me. I’m ready for you.”
“Show me what a dirty little whore does when you’re alone. Slide your fingers into your pussy. If I was there, I’d take off all your clothes and bury my face between your legs.”
“Yes.” My fingers roam through the dampness he’s created, but the absence of his bare chest and domineering control makes it difficult to enjoy.
“It’s not the same without you.” I bite my lip and stare up at the books, focusing on the sound of his breathing. “Tell your little whore a dirty bedtime story about the bad man who lived in a creepy clifftop mansion all by himself and the lonely girl who wandered in.”
Giovanni chuckles darkly. “You’re a horny little bitch, baby. I fucking love it. Anything for you.” He clears his throat. “There once was a dangerous man who––”
“How dangerous?” I cut in, my question breathy.
“Oh, he’s bad. He’d eat your heart out.”
“He’s good looking, isn’t he? With steely muscles, a scar on his cheek, and pouty lips?”
“Pouty lips? Is that even a thing?” I can tell he’s smiling a little.
“It's my thing.” I suck a finger into my mouth, pretending it’s his dick and hum. His breathing deepens. “I go for bad guys with dark hair, tattoos, and perfectly shaped lips.”
“Okay, let’s start again,” he muses. “The very dangerous guy was good looking and had decent lips—”
“I have a crush on him already.” I feel my heart pound harder. “Sounds like a man I know.”
“Well, this guy hated strangers.” He continues. “And wanted to live alone. Until one day, a naughty schoolgirl found her way into his lair. He locked all the doors, so she couldn’t escape.”
“What a bad man.” My belly quivers when my fingertips glide from my bellybutton to my inner thigh. “Did he want to touch the girl?” I ask, shivering a little.
