Chapter 20
TWENTY
GIANNA
What was supposed to be a relaxing night of reality TV and popcorn ended up being a night full of anxiety and horror for Gianna. What the hell was Finn doing with Allister? Why were they smiling? And why did he look so fucking good in the picture?
She could have sworn that her heart actually stopped the moment the picture popped up on her screen. After rubbing her eyes frantically, pitching her arm, and even slapping her cheek, she confirmed that it was in fact not a nightmare. It was reality.
Finn hadn’t answered a single one of her texts, which was convenient considering he couldn’t stop texting her a couple hours ago.
It was nearly one in the morning, and they still weren’t home.
She could only imagine what they were talking about, how Finn was managing to weasel his way into Allister’s mind to poke and pry into their lives and find out anything he could about her.
She had multiple different names she could use to describe Finn, and not one reigned positive at the moment.
Gianna chewed on her nail, watching the clock in anticipation when she finally heard the front door open and loud voices disturb the peace of the house.
She tiptoed to the door, holding her ear up against it to listen.
Dante shouted something, but it was too slurred for her to fully understand what he was saying.
Putting him to bed was going to be a nightmare, especially when he got to that level.
After a while though, she heard the closing of doors followed by footsteps up the hall.
Dante and Allister stayed on the opposite side of the house, meaning that the only person coming to this end would be the one person she needed to talk to.
She gave it a few more minutes just to be sure everyone was down and settled for the night before she carefully opened the door, tiptoeing through the hallway.
She avoided every little creak after years of memorizing that very hall when she used to sneak out more often.
Now, she didn’t need to. Part of her missed the thrill of the secret nighttime rendezvous when the darkness covered her and she could do whatever she wanted before the sun came up and no one ever found out.
They always left her cranky as hell though, having to wake up early and never getting enough sleep. After everything that had happened the previous year with the war, she had to stop it for her own safety and everyone else’s. Maybe it was time to start it back up again.
She walked past Cecilia’s and Blair’s rooms, both on opposite sides of each other. They were both home and hopefully both dead asleep at this point.
His door was closed, and the lights were off, but she didn’t care. She turned the knob carefully, pushing it open and sliding in before anyone could see her. She closed it behind her just as quickly, looking around the room to see where he was.
He laid in bed, already snoring, but the smell of his shampoo and bodywash lingered strongly in the air like he’d just used it. She approached the bed, getting on it and straddling his waist carefully. He didn’t move a single muscle, which had to mean he was either deep asleep or seriously drunk.
She ignored how good the position between them would have felt despite how risky it was. There was a deep power that swept through her being on top now. How she held the upper hand in that moment.
Gianna placed her hand on his mouth, leaning down before muttering, “Wake the hell up.”
His eyes snapped open, confusion filling his core and he went to push her off until he saw who it was. She saw the gleam in his eyes, the excitement, but she ignored it.
“I don’t know what the hell you were doing around my brother tonight, but that’s going to stop. Do you understand me?” she asked, keeping her voice sturdy and hard.
A tongue swept against her hand, forcing her to let go of him. She let out a disgusted sound, wiping her hand against his comforter.
“I was just getting to know him. I figured you would be happy if your boyfriend and your brother were good friends,” he said, tucking his hands behind his head.
“Boyfriend? You are not my boyfriend and you better not have told him that you are,” Gianna whisper-screamed, desperately trying to contain the panic in her voice.
Finn shrugged. “Hmm. I can’t remember if it came up or not. We spent a couple hours together talking about everything and anything, so I’m really not sure.”
She reached her hands out, slapping them against his chest. “I’m going to kill you.”
“I would have filled you in on the plans, but you weren’t responding to my texts,” Finn said nonchalantly. He paid no mind to her idle threat, which only frustrated her more.
“And I’m not going to respond, so you can stop texting.”
“Would you prefer I called you then?”
She clenched her jaw. “I would prefer zero contact.”
He shook his head, using his hands to trail the freshly shaved skin of her thighs before they landed on her hips. He squeezed before slipping his hands under her silk tank top. “That’s not going to happen. You know it. I know it. Hell, even the devil knows it, princess.”
Gianna swallowed hard, feeling him hardening under her. It sent her mind right back to the night in the shower and she hated how easily her body answered to him.
Both of his hands slid up her stomach, igniting goosebumps in their wake.
She held her breath, her eyes locked with his.
When he finally reached her breasts, he traced his fingertips over the sensitive nipples for only a moment before he held them firmly in his grasp.
She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What? Nothing to say now, princess?” Finn asked, his voice full of mockery.
She frowned, opening her mouth but his fingers grabbed her nipples, pulling at them painfully before rubbing to soothe them. Her underwear was already damp, and she was so grateful that there was a comforter separating them.
“You know what I’m in the mood for?” he asked.
“What?” Gianna responded, breathless.
“I’m in the mood to finally have a taste of your pussy.”
Heat soared through her body. There was nothing she wanted more in the world.
“But I need to hear you ask me,” he said. His lips pulled into a grin, and it only pissed Gianna off, but the more he played with her nipples, the more turned on she got.
“No,” she said immediately. “I’m not going to beg you.”
“That’s too bad,” Finn said. “Because you’re not going to come otherwise.”
He lifted his lips, rocking them against hers. A long moan left her mouth the moment she felt his hard cock brush against her swollen pussy. Was he wearing anything underneath the covers? She didn’t know, but the stimulation of her nipples with his grinding was sending her mind reeling.
And then he stopped completely.
Gianna let out a frustrated groan, grabbing his cheeks. “Why did you stop?”
“You know the deal.”
She bit her lip, trying to find a way around it. She could leave right then and there, go back to her room and finish herself off, but it wouldn’t feel the same. She just knew it wouldn’t. Not when he was offering his mouth.
She pressed a kiss to his lips, praying it would make him forget about the begging and he would give her what she needed anyway. His tongue slipped into her mouth, fighting with hers before he pulled back too soon.
“Don’t be a brat,” he said. “Beg and I’ll give you what you want.”
This never happened to her. Men never held back from her in bed, making her beg for anything. But Finn wasn’t like everyone else.
She swallowed harshly. “Please,” she mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Please,” she repeated, louder this time. She so badly wanted to smack the smirk off his face, especially when the brown in his eyes turned black from how wide his pupils were.
“Be specific, princess.”
“Please, eat my pussy,” she said, but the words sounded more like a hiss.
“Well, when you beg so nicely.”
He flipped her over, barely letting her back hit the mattress before he pulled the shorts and underwear down her legs. His lips left a trail up her thigh as he slowly inched his way up to the one spot that ached uncontrollably for him.
He moved with such precision and ease that she couldn’t help but watch him in complete awe. Every single inch of her body was awake, shaking with need.
“You have such a pretty pussy, princess,” he said, looking up at her with a devilish grin.
Fuck. Why did such vulgar words sound so good coming out of his mouth?
The teasing was becoming unbearable, so much so that she was sure she was going to explode if he didn’t do something, anything. She begged, she was open for him, what more could he possibly want?
Finn leaned in, and just when she thought he was going to give her what she wanted, he left soft kisses on her pussy, eliciting a groan of frustration from her.
Gianna grabbed his hair, pulling at it. “Stop teasing me.”
“Fuck. I shouldn’t like it when you’re a brat, but here I am, rock hard,” he said.
Her mouth was suddenly dry when he reached down, cupping himself through the boxers he had on.
Acting like he had all the time in the world, he moved his hand along his dick, playing with himself right in front of her.
“You’re supposed to be paying attention to me,” she said, suddenly so aware of the words that left her mouth. Did she really just say that?
Grinning, he leaned back in. “My greedy princess.”
Finally, with a swipe of his tongue, he tasted her from her slit to her clit.
Gianna gasped. Her hips bucked off the bed when he did it again, this time focusing his tongue over her clit.
The pressure was a consistent, gentle touch—so light that it had her grinding her hips up to meet his mouth, but he held her down.
“So fucking delicious,” he groaned.
In a sudden change of pace, his mouth wrapped around her clit, forcing a squeal out of her lips. He pressed a hand against her mouth, pulling away from her for a moment.
“Shhh, someone’s gonna hear us, princess.”