Chapter 11
GIO
As soon as we’re in her apartment, we’re back at it, and she kisses me like her life depends on it. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed this way before.
Fuck, what is she doing to me?
She groans as she slides her tongue into my mouth, her hands slipping into the back of my dress pants, mine snaking into her hair.
I attempt to undo the zipper at her spine, to get that damn dress off, but she instantly jerks back, a sliver of panic in her rounded eyes.
“Don’t.”
Something dark and painful crosses her gaze as she swallows.
“I’m keeping the dress on,” she warns while I stare, wondering why.
“Are you shy, Red?” My knuckles reach for her delicate face, running down her cheek. “Because if you must know, I find every inch of you to be perfect.”
She sneers like she finds the thought hard to believe. “Just don’t, okay? And stop asking questions. If you want to fuck me, then we do things my way.”
“Okay, bambina.” With both hands, I cup her face. “It’s whatever you want.”
Her eyes glisten, and her brows tug, unspoken raw emotions riding her face. And before I can ask her who put that pain in her heart, her lips are back on mine, stifling the questions as though she wants me to forget.
But I can’t do that. I’m ravenous enough for her to put them aside. For now. But I will find out who hurt her, and I will make them pay.
“Bedroom. Where is it?” I growl, my teeth scoring up her throat.
Her lips pepper hungrily along my stubbled jaw as she points a thumb behind her.
With my front to hers, I walk her backward, wrapping all that luscious hair around my wrist twice, mouth madly kissing hers, unsure if she’s finally letting her guard down or playing me.
I’ve come to realize that with her, one never knows the answer.
I have every desire to look through her apartment, to get to know this woman better. But right now, I’m consumed with thoughts of us tangled on her bed, her screaming for me while she gives me those eyes.
We step past the doorframe, and I throw her on top of the bed, her body falling over the soft white comforter, my frame molding over hers.
I settle my hips between her thighs, propping myself on an elbow while I stare down at her, wondering if it’s true. If a person truly knows in their heart that someone was created just for them. Because I know in my damn soul that she was.
I don’t know how.
I don’t know if I’ve gone insane, but she’s going to be mine.
I just need a way to make her believe it too.
“Would you stop looking at me like that and kiss me?” she clips, cheeks flushed, gaze dripped with agitation.
I’ve noticed she doesn’t like it when I stare. Doesn’t like to feel that connection I know she can’t escape. It’s like escaping your own destiny, and baby girl is trying hard to run from it. But this energy between us, there’s no escaping it. It’s palpable. Breathable. I know she knows it too.
I didn’t expect you to come swinging into my life either, Red. But here we are, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
My gaze roves down every curve of her face.
“I enjoy looking at beautiful things.” My fingers trace up her inner thigh.
“And knowing…” I hook my index finger into the strap of her thong.
“…you’ll probably try disappearing on me again, it’s making me desperate to remember every goddamn exquisite inch of you. ”
She gives me a little moan when I trace her wet slit, biting the edge of her bottom lip. I drop my face closer, inch by aching inch, my lips hovering, stroking hers in the softest way.
My pulse jerks. And I can’t be sure whether it’s from the passion swimming in the waves of her eyes, or simply because she makes me want to kiss her for the rest of my life. But either way, I know whatever I’m feeling, it’s something I’ll never feel again.
For anyone.
Scooping her up, I place her head on top of the pillows, wanting her comfortable.
She sighs, her eyes sinking into mine.
“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”
“I do now.” Her voice grows faint, her lips flickering in what she’d consider a smile.
And when she does that, when she gives me one of those small smiles, her genuine ones, I’d do anything to make her keep smiling at me that way.
“Tell me your name,” I ask, my lips brushing against hers, and her warm breathing fans across my mouth.
“Not gonna happen,” she sighs, her fingers rolling up and down my back.
I drop my face lower, kissing her jaw, teeth grazing down her throat.
My hand returns between her silky thighs, and with a jerk of a finger, I push her panties all the way to the side, exposing her perfect little pussy. A single digit slides into her slit once more, feathering over her wet clit while I keep our eyes connected.
Her brows furrow, her back bowing while she gasps with uneven breaths. I tease and flick until she grows every bit turned on, making those sexy sounds, her body getting wetter and softer for me.
“I’m gonna spend my time tasting you,” I promise, the words slipping past her ear. “And after that, you will tell me that name of yours.”
“I’ll never tell you,” she pants.
“Oh, Red, you will.” I chuckle, looking back at her. “You’re gonna tell me everything.”
I sink down her body, kissing along her throat and in between her breasts, leading a path downward until I’m right where I want to be.
Picking up the back of her knee, I spread her open, kissing the soft, velvety skin of her inner thigh, leading an upward trail.
Her hands ball around the comforter, her spine curved, her eyes shut tight.
Two fingers hook into each side of her panties, rolling them down her long legs until they catch in her high heels before hitting the floor.
She returns her attention to me when I palm her pussy, riding it slow while she writhes and moans.
“You look good on that bed, being obedient, letting me do whatever the hell I want.”
Her eyes fill with quiet disdain while she grinds herself harder on me.
I knew exactly what I was doing. She likes it when I talk to her that way.
“I suggest you stop talking and get to eating me out,” she demands, and my chest warms with a small laugh.
“I hope I get to satisfy Her Highness.” I drag her dress toward her hips, her ass fully exposed.
“The dress stays just like that,” she cautions, and I once again wonder why.
“You’re one demanding hellcat,” I whisper, my hands sliding under her ass, my mouth descending lower until I cup her pussy.
My tongue gives her a leisurely swipe from entrance to that throbbing clit.
“Oh my God…” Her eyes roll back, fingers splicing through my hair, yanking so hard she’s about to rip off some strands.
My tongue snakes up and around that spot that has her thrashing wildly. I sink two fingers inside her, wanting my cock there, stretching her to fit me like a glove.
The erotic sounds escaping from her throat echo through the room while her hips roll like she’s trying to both escape the way I’m making her feel and get more of it.
“Mmm,” I groan when I feel her clutching my fingers like a vise, her release getting closer.
“Don’t stop,” she quickly whispers.
I don’t have any plans to. If watching her fall apart is the last thing I see before hell calls to me, then I’ll gladly meet the devil with a smile on my face.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries when I thrust deeper, hitting her G-spot, sucking her clit into my mouth.
Her body shudders like she’s about to let go, her whimpers of pleasure climbing higher. And with another swipe of my tongue, she screams out a curse.
“Oh, fuck!” Two fists pull on my hair as she comes all over my tongue, tasting like poison and honey twined into one.
Before she can realize what I’m doing, I gradually climb up her body while reaching into my pocket.
My body drops over hers, fitting just right, my cock rocking between her thighs as I lift her hand in the air. Silver cuffs dangle from my grasp, and within seconds, I have her wrist in one of them.
“Wha—what the fuck?” She looks up, trying to push me off just as I fasten the other end to one of the poles of her headboard.
She yanks her arm, eyes laced with rage, just as I start to rise off the bed. She stares up at her restrained hand before her gaze darts to mine, daggers shooting out of it.
“You have two seconds to let me go,” she hisses, grinding her teeth.
I fold my arms across my chest, popping a brow. “Don’t think I will.”
The flush on her cheeks is all kinds of sexy, and so is that glare.
I stare with a satisfied expression. “You look too good lying there, all flushed and spread open like my personal offering.”
She groans, balling her hands. “I’m going to kill you for this, whoever you are, whatever the fuck your name is. And nothing and no one will save you.”
“I’d like to see you try, bambina.” My eyes take a lazy stroll down her body, her pink pussy still completely bare and glistening. “Seems like whenever you pretend to hate me, we end up with you coming like my personal little whore.”
“You bastard!” Her cheeks turn crimson and her eyes narrow. “This is not funny. You’d better let me go. Now!”
“Nah.” A proud smile plays on my face. “I think instead, I’m going to teach you a lesson that lying to someone will get you into lots of trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” Her chest rattles with forceful breaths, her wrathful gaze hungry to make me her next kill.
“This kind.” I settle on the edge of the bed, taking the right side, my hands cupping her hips, fingers delving deeper while she watches me, making no attempts to push me away.
She clasps the comforter with her free hand, her gaze hard, yet slinking with her unsurmountable desire.
When will she realize fighting me will get her nowhere? Though I do enjoy it when she fights.
Before she has a chance to protest, I flip her over, her hips on my lap, her ass mine for the taking. And what a beautiful ass it is.
“W-what the hell are you doing?” she stammers, peering over at me from behind her shoulder.
But the way her voice swells with an erotic current lets me know she has no qualms about what my palm plans to do to that ass.