Page 49 of Heir of Fire
Him holding a baby,theirbaby, popped into her head for a split second. It warmed her heart, for a second. No, a millisecond. So quick that it was almost like it didn’t even happen. She ignored the way her heart beat erratically, blaming it on the weird night and nothing else.
“You’ll be getting neither from me.”
“Such big words.”
“With lots of truth in them.”
He shook his head, still beaming. “Oh, I’m sure.”
Gianna bit her lip. She was having an oddly good time with him, and it only reminded her of the conversation she had with Allister the other night. How he was starting to get suspicious of Finn’s dating status and how it was probably best that they cut it off.
“I talked to Allister the other night,” she said.
“Great way to change the conversation.”
She ignored him. “He said that you guys brought up dating?”
“It was brief.”
Gianna exhaled. “He said that you said it was complicated and that you didn’t interact with anyone else all night. He’s convinced that you’re seeing someone.”
“I am.” He was confused. She could tell by his furrowed eyebrows.
“And when they start asking you questions or when they start getting really curious, then what?”
“You want me to lie to them? Is that it?” Finn asked. “Do you want me to be seen with someone else in public? Do you want me to fuck someone else in front of them to make sure no trails lead to you?”
White hot jealousy traveled through her body. She was surprised by how visceral the reaction to just his words were, let alone if he actually did it. God, she might lose it.
He shook his head. “That’s what you’re alluding to, right? That you want me to have someone in public and what, you in private?”
She couldn’t take it. She hopped over the center console, holding his face in her hands.
“Shut the fuck up,” she hissed.
“Would that make you happy? For me to parade someone else around at my fights? To let someone else on my bike? To have someone else spend the night in my bed? To listen to me fuck someone else all night? Or maybe to bring someone else here, to my special spot where I’ve never taken anyone else?” The words sounded like venom leaving his mouth and it only fed the fire that was inside of her.
Gianna couldn’t believe her increasing frustration. It was just pulling her further and further into his inferno.
Finn leaned in closer, pulling her hands down from his face, and instead letting her wrap them around his neck.
“Do you want me to call someone else a brat?” he asked, his voice a careless whisper. “What if I called them my princess instead?”
That broke Gianna.
She pushed her lips onto his, pouring all of her frustration and bitterness into the kiss. She didn’t know where he got the audacity, but she couldn’t fathom it. Any of it. The thought of hearing him call anyone else princess—a growl escaped her throat.
His lips were violent, kissing her with the same ferocity that she had. One hand wrapped up in her hair, the other hand on her hip, pulling her closer into him. The console dug into her stomach, forcing her to pull back for a moment.
He pushed the seat back, giving more space between the steering wheel and his body before he lifted her over so she could straddle his lap.
She ground against his hips hard, pressing against his hard cock every single time. Finn connected their lips again, slipping his tongue in.
His hands worked in a frenzy, pushing the leather jacket off her shoulders and throwing it somewhere in the car before he lifted the hoodie off her. She did the same, pulling his jacket off and then the T-shirt he wore, leaving his chiseled body on display for her. She ran her nails down his chest, beaming at the groan that escaped his lips and the goosebumps that rose on his skin.
Heavy breaths escaped her lips, but her body felt alive. Even more, she was wet beyond belief. She found herself craving him far too often and too intensely than she should.
Finn’s lips found her neck, biting the skin harshly and then soothing it with his tongue, repeating the action over and over again. Her hands found the buckle of his jeans, undoing the button. He lifted his hips slightly, pressing against her aching pussy on accident, but allowing him to lower them enough to free his cock from its restrain.
