Page 118 of Ruin
I stand pulling out of her and take the water pitcher, pouring it over one of the linen napkins.
“Nice of you to join us,” I say, cleaning myself off before tucking my dick back in my pants, gun still leveled at Antonio. “My understanding is that you have been with my girl here for over a year and you have yet to fuck her the way sheneeds to be fucked.”
“That’s none of your fucking business, Tommy,” Antonio growls.
I keep my eyes and my gun steadily on him as I move closer. “Giovanna, get on your hands and knees.”
She doesn’t even look at Antonio. I can feel her eyes locked on me as she slides off the table onto her knees and then all fours, her ass glowing red and dripping my cum.
Antonio snarls. “Fuck you, Tommy.”
I ignore him. “Crawl to your man, Giovanna.”
She starts to move toward me, and I shake my head, waving the gun at Antonio. “Not me. I’m not your man. You chose him, remember? Crawl to him,” I order, my voice flat.
She pinches her lips between her teeth as tears slide down her cheeks, but she obeys, her face still slick and dripping with my cum.
Antonio explodes with rage. “Giovanna, get the fuck up. Do not fucking listen to him! You don’t talk to her like that, Tommy! You don’t touch her like that. She’s going to be my wife.”
The last words are strangled as he watches her make her way to him then stop and sit up in front of him, kneeling.
The words punch through me, and I stop breathing.
I stare at her profile as she bows her head, tears streaking her face. My voice is razor thin. “Is that true?”
She can’t speak, just squeezes her eyes shut and cries. Her silence cuts worse than any words could.
Antonio answers for her. “Yes, it’s true. It’s what the boss wants.”
Something twists deep inside me, burning and black. My father did this. He’s handing my girl over to Antonio likeshe’s nothing. Like I’m nothing.
“Why?” I grind out.
Antonio shifts uncomfortably, still staring at Gi. “He wants me in place at Luminous. I guess he doesn’t want you distracted, and he definitely doesn’t want you with her. Her father agrees.”
The world narrows to an icy point, and I cock the gun, a sneer curling my lips. “Then consider this your engagement present.”
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Giovanna
“We are not engaged,” I choke out, the words ripping out of me before I can stop them, turning a hostile glare on Antonio then immediately looking back at Tommy, begging with my eyes for him to understand.
But it’s too late. The emotion is drained from Tommy’s face, leaving me with the old version of him, the cold, detached Tommy, the one that slices my heart open with a look. My lungs freeze up.
“Giovanna, you know what to do. Fucking. Do it.”
I do know. He sent me over on my hands and knees to kneel in front of Antonio, and I flash back to what he said to me in bed in our first days together:“If you want him to touch you or fuck you, tell me and I’ll make him do it.”
But I don’t want Antonio to touch me or fuck me. I’m only with him because I want to keep Tommy alive.
A click echoes through the room, and Antonio stiffens as I turn to see that Tommy has cocked the gun.
“Gi.” It’s a warning.
My hands shaking, I unzip Antonio slowly. I don’t look at Antonio’s face. I don’t need to. This isn’t for him, it’s for Tommy, and something inside me buzzes with the excitement of doing exactly what Tommy wants me to do as if Antonio were a toy we brought home.
“Like this?” I ask, my voice small, respectful, angled toward Tommy. I need his direction, I crave it. I need to hear that I’m doing what he wants. I turn to him as I pull out Antonio’s hard cock and stroke it the way Tommy likes, running my thumb over the head at the top of each stroke.
