Page 23 of Heir of Fire
Finn stalked up to her, leaning in close so she could hear every word that came out of his mouth. “If that’s the case, you should be thanking me for what I did to Raphael. Obviously, he hasn’t been doing it right.”
“You’re disgusting. Even if that was the case, I wouldn’t fuck you even if you begged me for it,” she hissed, her eyes glazed over.
“Princess, if I ever fucked you, all you would be doing is begging.”
“Is that why you came into my room? Hoping I’d beg you?”
This time Finn was the one at a loss for words. Anyone would have backed down by now, given in or walked away from the conversation completely. But Gianna hadn’t. She pushed and pushed and drove him fucking wild.
From the way she pushed up against his body, he knew she could feel just how hard his cock was in his jeans. Her eyes were a darker shade of blue, the pupils huge and her tone taunting. She didn’t back off though—she kept her body against him to make sure he felt every single heavenly curve she had.
And fuck did she have them.
“Too bad that’ll never happen,” she whispered, giving him a little grin.
“You’re sure about that?” he asked.
“Positive.”
He watched the way her tongue came out, sliding over the smooth skin of her lips. His eyes followed the movement like a moth to a flame, completely mesmerized.
Nothing would ever happen between them. Not in the future, at least. But right now? Shit, why not?
“Fuck it,” Finn growled.
He wrapped his hands in her hair, pushing his lips against hers. The spark that ignited when they met scared the shit out of him, but it felt too good to pull away. Her lips were soft, and expecting her kiss to be gentle was completely wrong because she met every single bit of heat and anger that he gave her.
She pulled at his hair, wrapping her hands in it the same way he did to her. But he let his hands wander down the length of her neck, her spine, and the curve of her ass. Perfection. Every inch of her was absolutely perfect.
Had he ever been kissed like this? He didn’t think so. There wasn’t a single moment he could think of that compared to the thrill he had from her kiss, other than his first fight. The rush of adrenaline, of excitement, of feeling alive.
And when she pulled back, lips swollen and eyes wide, he knew he’d fucked up.
One kiss wasn’t enough. That was a high he needed to chase again.
THIRTEEN
GIANNA
Humans were flawed individuals.Or at least that was what the self-help book Gianna purchased said. She had never been a reader, always choosing to watch a movie or show instead, but she was having a life crisis. No one had made a book about what to do if you kissed your best friend's brother and liked it, so instead she stuck to how to become a better person.
She couldn’t undo her mistake, but she could stop herself from making any more in the future.
To be completely honest, she had been a mess. Not a small manageable mess, but a huge ‘need to call a cleanup crew’ mess. She couldn’t figure out why he leaned in and kissed her. They were fighting, which to her meant they disliked each other. Sure, maybe she had a small little crush on him, but that wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. Gianna sure as hell wasn’t planning on kissing him either.
The words on the page slowly started to blend into gibberish and her mind drifted off into thinking about how Finn’s hands wrapped up in her hair, his mouth devouring hers. She slammed the book closed.
He was a damn good kisser. Too good. Where did he learn to kiss like that?
She shut down the jealousy that swept through her at the thought. She needed extensive therapy, or some sort of retreat away from this house to clear her mind. Being here wasn’t helping her, especially when she could sense his presence down the hall.
It was like her body was hyperaware of him, immediately lining her body up with goosebumps and wanting to repeat what happened the other night all over again.
She grabbed her phone off the side table, immediately scrolling through her messages on social media from boys who wanted her, but she never gave the time of day to. She ignored the disgusting ones and instead focused on the ones from boys she knew. Gianna eliminated the ones that were annoying, the ones she had already been with, and the ones she knew had girlfriends. It left her with a decent selection to go through.
One stood out to her. His name was Dylan. He was cute, looked sporty, and went to their school. He had blonde hair and more of a boy next door vibe, which she might have been into before if her mind wasn’t corrupted by someone else. She didn’t hesitate to message him, getting a response back asking if she wanted to meet up for coffee later in the week.
Perfect. A date on the books meant she had something and someone else to focus on, so her mind wasn’t rotting on Finn anymore. For all she knew, Dylan could be the love of her life.
