Page 18 of Royal's Reign
Despite wanting to ravage this beautiful, hot as fuck woman, I can’t. It’s too great a risk; she’d be easilyhurt. She’s special and deserves only the best. A colossal mistake, because it’s not like I could keep her even if I wanted to.
This is Giorgia, my best friend and VP’s sister.
Quickly, I get up from the couch and go straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, giving me space and a barrier between us. I grip the sides of the sink with both hands and snarl at my reflection. I take deep pulls of air through my nose and push them back out the same way. My knuckles are as white as the porcelain as my grip tightens even further, threatening to crack the bowl. Three, four, five… I count in my head with each intake until I can feel my temper start to subside. I can’t let her see me like this. If she gets wind of just how hard it is for me to restrain myself from devouring her, Gio will bait me even more. I click over the lock on the door, reach into the shower and turn on the faucet. I need to see to my hard dick before I face her again; otherwise, I will end up fucking her, which will bring a world of pain not just for her, but for Grinder and the whole fucking club too.
I strip out of my clothes and step under the shower and try to ignore the rattle of the handle and banging against the door.
Like Gio, I’d been so close to coming in my pants, so I can’t deny that the calling out of my name as I fist my cock helps me get to where I need in record time. I let the water run down over my heated flesh,washing away the cum that had coated my thighs and finally cooling my ardor.
I dry off quickly, pee, and pull my t-shirt and sweatpants back on because, well, let’s be honest, going out there with just a towel wrapped around my hips is a catastrophe waiting to happen.
When I step back into the room Gio is sat on the couch, her shoulders slouched over, knees tucked up in front of her, and arms wrapped around them. Her head turns towards me; tears streak her cheeks. She’s been crying, and me being the reason for it is like a knife to the heart. The urge to go comfort her has me taking a step towards her, but I quickly stop myself, turning toward the kitchen and giving her my back.
The creaking of the couch tells me she’s got to her feet. I don’t need to turn my head to know that she’s moved to the other side of the countertop, but I do anyway. The look she throws my way is one of pure contempt. I wait for her to speak, but all I get are daggers.
I cock a brow and give her a lazy smirk. “You got something you want to say?” I lean back against the refrigerator, looking all casual and unaffected, although my heart is aching for her.
“You’re nothing but a fucking coward, Noah King,” she fumes. “I know you want me, but what I’m quickly realizing is that, you might be the president of the Saint’s Outlaws, but you’re nothing but a weak bastard with no balls.” With the back of her hand, she sweeps the tears offher cheeks and fixes a smile on her face. “Your loss, fucker.” When she walks towards the door, I think that she’s going to leave, but instead she snatches up her purse from where she left it with her shoes and walks back towards the bedroom, steps inside and closes the door.
She’s pissed, and that’s good, I tell myself. If she’s hating me, then it makes my life so much easier. No more flirting. No more marking her territory, although I’m kinda gonna miss that.
My stomach rumbles, reminding me that other than the few kernels of popcorn, I haven’t eaten since lunch and it’s now coming up to eight-thirty. Chances are neither has Gio, so I pull some ingredients out of the fridge, place two pots onto the stove and start preparing spicy beef pasta.
The meat sauce is simmering, the pasta needing another two or three minutes, and I’m concentrating on grating up some fresh parmesan without catching my knuckles, when I hear Gio come out of the room.
“Dinner is nearly read…” My mouth goes dry, my heart hits my throat before I manage to complete the sentence.
Giorgia is dressed to kill, and I think my heart is about to stop.
Shiny fabric in the softest peach color skims her body like a second skin. The neck of the dress scoops low, barely covering her nipples, but giving a clear view of her navel. The hem stops way above her knees. Towering heels that match the rhinestone purse that’s in her hand. Silver oversized hoops hang from her ears.A silver cross that’s also encrusted with shimmering stones rests between her perk tits. She’s not wearing a bra; the clear outline of her hard nipples against the silky fabric tells me that. Thank fuck she’s wearing panties, I think when I catch sight of the faint line of her thong, not that they’re going to cover much. It will be a tiny triangle covering her pussy, that’s all.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that?” I drop the cheese into the dish; the metal grater clatters onto the worktop. I grip a tight hold of the countertop to stop me from doing something physical. Something that I know I’ll regret.
“That’s actually none of your business, DAD.” She holds her head up high; her posture screams confidence and determination. The sway in her hips and tight little ass, that’s almost peekaboo’in from the shortness of her dress as she walks to leave, is sinful.
“While you’re living under my roof, under the protection of the club, the fuck it’s my business.” I growl back at her.
She swings around to face me. Hand on hip, head cocked to one side, she hits me with a lethal stare that, if I were a weaker person, would have me shitting my pants. This is a side of Gio that I’ve not really seen. She’s much stronger, more resilient and tenacious than I ever gave her credit for.
“I’ve spoken to Grinder. He’s fully aware of my plans for the evening, so there’s no need for you to worry about my safety. My real brother has it covered.”
Ouch!
She turns back to the door but then thinks again. She isn’t done yet.
“You know something, Royal? I feel sorry for you.”
“And why’s that, Gio?” I ask, still shellshocked by her boldness.
“You fight for your club and your brothers, but yet you still haven’t realized that one day, and it will hit you like a bolt of fucking lighting, that you live a loveless life, full of blood, hate, slutty club whores and a shit ton of regrets.”
Before the words have had a chance to soak into my muddled brain, the door closes behind her, and I’m left feeling like an idiot. What hurts the most is that her words cut deep, with a truth behind them that’s fucking painful. My world does revolve around the club. Meaningful relationships for me are limited to the one person that has been a constant since my brother’s death, Grinder. Knowing that I quite possibly have made one fucking huge mistake with Gio, acting like a total fuckwit, I can’t help but acknowledge the element of deceit that sits heavy in my gut.
I owe so much to Grinder. For his guidance, loyalty and consistency since that fatal day to this very moment. But what do I owe myself?
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