Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Royal
“Not going to happen,” I maintain once more after Grinder tried every trick in the book to convince me that Gio moving into another space in the clubhouse was a good idea.
The suggestion of having the other fucks watch over her, has my blood running fast and hot, my head about to blow.
Before the words had fully slipped from his mouth, I’d wanted to replace them with my fists.
I knew every one of those horny fuckers, and the thought of them having eyes on her, day-fucking-dreaming as to what they’d do to her if they had half the chance, was too fucking much.
I would slaughter the lot of them without batting an eye.
I’d curled my hands into hard fists, but had managed to keep them firmly by my side rather than making the punch.
“It’s what she wants,” Grinder pushes me. “Her being under your feet must be a fucking pain in the ass, so I don’t get it. Why are you so opposed to what I’m suggesting?”
“Are you having a fucking brain fart or something?” I force a laugh out. “You’re the one who pushed for this in the first place, and you were right. My apartment is the safest place for her, and okay, I’ve been a little overzealous limiting her movements, but dammit, she’s your sister.”
“Yeah, but I realize it’s too much to ask.”
“Fuck you, Grinder. You know the score. The Saints are one big family, which doesn’t stop at the door. It means the people that belong to us outside of the club — your ma, Giorgia — they’re classed as family too.”
“So, if Creep’s sister was in the same position as Gio, you’d let her stay with you?”
“Hell no,” I grit out. “One, she’s one weird motherfucker.
Two, Creep would be hankering to go nomad within seconds of her stepping through the door, and three.
” The first was the strongest of all my reasons.
“She’s hard as fucking nails, and not one of our brothers would dare say no to her.
She’d have them all fucked within an inch of their life within the week. You included.”
“Shit, I just vomited in my mouth.” I swear Grinder looks green at the thought. His mouth turns down in a frown while his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows deeply.
“Look, I’ll back off, give her more space.
Even let her have more time away from the club.
I’m sure Manny and Frank wouldn’t mind doing a few extra hours if we can’t cover them.
But I am the president of this club, and my word is final.
Giorgia stays here in my apartment until any risk to her is well and truly eliminated. ”
“Fuck,” Grinder sniggered. “You just played the ‘Prez card’ on me? About fucking time.” He has a shit-eating grin on his face when he slaps me on the back.
I laugh with him, even though I might seem like everything is good underneath.
I’m still fucking pissed, but Grinder is not the focus of my anger.
“Yeah, it’s taking some adjustment.”
“Like I told you before, Prez. Your uncle would never have put you forward for it if he didn’t think you were the right one for the job, and every single one of your brothers out there is one hundred percent behind you.
So, if you’re sure, then okay. Gio stays put, but we also ramp it up, find these fuckers and put an end to it all. ”
I wait until he leaves before I storm my way into the bedroom to find Gio standing beside the bed wearing only a bra and panties.
Normally I would give myself time to run my gaze over her hot as fuck body, but I’m so fucking mad that I step right up to her.
Being at least a foot smaller than me, I lean forward so my face is only a few inches from hers.
“What the fuck are you playing at, Gio?” I growl.
“You want out of here? All I’ve done is try to keep you safe, despite you driving me fucking crazy.
” I take a step back as soon as I see the fear in her eyes.
The last thing I want to do is scare her, but she’s fucking infuriating.
When I bring my hands up to place them on my head, she flinches.
I don’t miss the slight tremble on her bottom lip either.
“Shit, Giorgia,” I gasp out when I realize, she thought that I might strike her.
“Come.” I slowly reach a hand out to her and guide her to sit on the bed and take a seat right beside her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I sure as hell would never hurt you. ”
“You already did,” her voice shakes.
“What?” The Gio that had given me so much lip when she’d left earlier tonight was not what I was faced with now.
Hands fidgeted in her lap, head dipped, shoulders down.
The Gio in front of me now had all the characteristics of the one that had burst through those doors — tearful, fearful and an innocent target to some lowlife street gangster.
I place a hand over hers to try to reassure her.
“Talk to me Gio, what’s so bad that you felt you had to go to Grinder?
To be moved and have someone else shadowing you? ”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me?” I fire back.
“It’s nothing.” She focuses on a spot on the wall at the far side of the room. At least her head is up and not so low that it’s nearly resting in her lap.
“Gio, it’s clearly something, but unless you tell me, how can I try to put it right?”
With amber eyes that glistened with unshed tears, she looked deep into mine. My pulse quickened, cock thickened, seeing her looking so vulnerable both hurt and aroused me. But what floored me more than anything was the words that spilled from her sweet perfect lips.
“You rejected me.”
I tilt my upper body away from her so I can read her facial expressions and check out her body language. It’s clear in the way she’s holding herself. She’s not talking about physical hurt; she’s talking about emotional hurt.
It doesn’t take me long to recall the incident that is behind her pain. Watching the Blues Brothers, when things started to go too far. I’d pulled away, walked away without any words of explanation. It had hurt her more than I’d realized or intended.
Without a single word but with one swift movement, I have her on her back, my hands circling her wrists, her hands pinned above her head.
I kiss her without any hesitation and with maximum determination.
Her body tense, no doubt shocked by my sudden onslaught, slowly relaxes against me as she returns the kiss with equal intensity.
“If you think for one minute, that walking away from you was easy, then you’re fucking deluded.
Gio, you must have felt how hard I was for you.
Fuck, all I wanted to do was taste you. And once I got you nice and wet, I was going to fill your sweet pussy with my cock and fuck you until we both lost all sense of reality.
” What I see now in her eyes is no longer hurt but the heat of need.
Her lips are parted; her tongue sweeps across her bottom lip, making it wet, shiny and ripe for taking.
“But you choked, didn’t you?” She pierces me with those gorgeous eyes of hers, the devilment within them back and shining clear.
“So here we are, same situation. What are you going to do this time, Noah?” The sound of my real name on her lips causes a spike of heat to shoot all the way from my chest down to my cock.
“Are you going to run? Or are you going to finish what you started?”
I growl my response because the smell of her perfume is making me heady, clouding my judgment and removing my ability to think straight.
“I dare you,” she goads, the tone of her voice as deep and sultry as a she-devil. “Words mean nothing; I need actions, so show me.”
Gio has throws down the metaphorical gauntlet.
“Fuck-it.” I smother her mouth with mine, her lips parting instantly and letting me in. Our tongues play a sensual game, both of us moaning out our approval.
“I hope this wasn’t expensive?” I ask against her lips.
The low cut of her dress makes baring her tits the easiest of tasks, but it takes a firmer tug for the material to shred, giving me full access to her gorgeous body.
I was right; the tiny pink panties are nothing more than a triangle of delicate fabric and silky string.
“Oops,” I fake my concern at the sound of the fabric tearing.
“God, Noah. I really liked this dress. It’s sexy. Didn’t you like it?”
“I prefer you out of it,” I smirk back at her before leaning in and trailing my mouth from her collarbone, down over the mound of her breast and sucking her hardened nipple between my lips.
I suck hard while letting the edge of my teeth tease and tug, elongating the tender bud.
The noises she makes and the way she pushes her tits into my face, tells me I’m making all the right moves.
Her flesh is warm, soft, reactive to my touch, and it is so fucking hot.
My cock pulses between my legs, eager to be free from the restraints of my pants.
While I continue to play with her perfect tits, I slide the palm of my hand over the soft flesh of her stomach and down until I’m cupping her pussy.
“Can I?” I ask, pressing my middle finger against the slit of her outer lips. Not too hard to breach, but enough so she understands my intentions.
I want this. Fuck, my fingers, my mouth, my fucking cock wants this, but I need her permission before I take this further. Breaking this boundary comes with consequences that could affect both of us.
“Yes, yes… please.” She answers me, confirming it by spreading her legs, welcoming me to take what I want and need. “Noah, I want this so bad.”
Without any further warning, I shove two fingers deep inside her pussy. She’s so wet that, despite her tight inner walls, they slide in easily.