16. Juliet
16
JULIET
M others are supposed to warn their daughters about boys with eyes like Gio’s. Dark. Wicked. Hot. He watches me as I take a hesitant step towards him and then another and another until I’m right in front of him. My legs practically tremble as I stand before him.
He tilts his head to the side, a ridiculous curl of dark hair sliding over the top of his head as he looks up at me. Watching. Waiting. Two hands lift and cup the back of my thighs. I jump at the warmth that spears me.
What the hell are you doing, Juliet? It’s a lie. It has to be. There’s no way that was the actual document claiming the cause of the apartment fire. A small piece of me wonders, though, what if it is?
Walking away from the Scorpion Kings after their betrayal hurt. Even if I don’t want to admit it verbally, I can at the very least do it to myself. They’d gotten my trust. Gio asking about my dad reminded me of that. Telling him about the visit to the prison had brought back unwanted memories, but he’d listened.
“The shirt, Prep Girl,” Gio reminds me gently, the words smooth like liquid chocolate. I close my eyes. He could be a sex phone operator with a voice like his.
Reaching down, I grip the hem of the shirt—the only thing I’d managed to don before he’d knocked on the window and scared the living daylights out of me. I suck in a sharp breath and by the time I release it, the shirt is fluttering to the floor along with his own. My nipples pucker against the air that slides over them.
Gio releases a low groan and tugs me down. I go. My knees hitting the floor a moment before he’s turning me away from him. Shock has me following the silent commands of his hands as he flips me to face away from him, my back to his chest and the rock-hard cock straining the fly of his jeans.
"Spread your thighs," he says.
I swallow against a too tight throat and automatically squeeze my thighs shut even as his fingers brush against my knees. “No.”
The dark raspy chuckle that vibrates against my back is an addictive sensation. “Gonna fight me ‘til the end, Prep Girl?”
I used to hate it when he called me that. Now, I’m used to it. I almost hate it when he says my actual name because it means he’s serious, and Gio is the kind of man that loves to be playful. “Did you expect anything different?” I ask him.
Hot breath touches my temple as he nuzzles the side of my head. “No, I didn’t.” Gio’s hands grip my knees and split them apart. I jump and try to push them shut again, but he reaches underneath and lifts them, hooking each of my legs over either one of his. I’m stretched wide open, and heat is bubbling beneath the surface of my skin as rapid breaths suck in and out of my chest.
“Look,” he urges, nudging my chin in the direction of the mirror across from us. The mirror . Oh fuck.
In the reflection, my face looks flushed and pink. My breasts rise and fall with each of my sharp breaths. My nipples are pebbled and tight, and my pussy… I want to cover my face because this close, I can see the truth in the wetness glistening against my folds.
“Lex told me what the two of you did together.” I close my eyes at Gio’s whispered reveal. He smooths a hand over my belly, warming the skin there with his own as my insides cramp with need.
Stupid. I’m so fucking stupid. I should get up and leave. I shouldn’t let him do this to me. Yet, I don’t. I remain right where I am, in his arms. Maybe I’m a masochist.
“Did you like it?” he asks when I don’t respond. His other hand touches the inside of one thigh, stroking back and forth. He doesn’t reach for my cunt. Doesn’t touch me in that way though he has to know that I want it. My hips roll upward as I bite down hard on my tongue to keep the begging words at bay.
“Hmmm?” He hums in the back of his throat and slowly—so fucking slowly—he traces an invisible pattern over my skin with the tips of his fingers.
I’m going to die here. Or kill him. Either way, I’m in pain.
“The three of you gossip more than the bitches at Silverwood High,” I say, albeit a bit breathlessly.
The kiss he presses into my shoulder makes me want to punch him because I can feel the way his mouth curves upward into a smile as he hides it from our reflection. Keeping his head dipped, he responds. “It’s not gossip if it’s about you,” he tells me.
“You’re an asshole.”
That earns me a full laugh from him. Not a chuckle. Not a vibration, but an honest to God, head-thrown-back laugh. I gape at him in the mirror. When he laughs like that, he looks so young. It reminds me that we are young. We’re not supposed to be adults. We’re not supposed to worry about roofs over our heads or food in our bellies. We’re supposed to fuck up and make mistakes and figure shit out.
He’s my most perfect mistake. They all are.
When Gio’s laughter fades from the room and his eyes meet mine again in the reflection, they’re serious again. His hands join together on my waist, pulling me back harder against him as he juts his hips against my ass, pressing the hard length of his cock between my cheeks and rubbing.
“I’m going to take a wild guess,” he murmurs, his tone softer than it had been before. “And say that you didn’t just like it—you fucking craved it. Did he tie you down? Make you scream as you came on his cock? Did Lex find that place inside of you that makes you forget everything else? That makes you remember that pleasure can drive out pain?”
“Not always.” The denial escapes my tongue before I can think to stop it.
His hips stop moving and his hands slide down over my hips and to the outside of my pussy. He strokes his fingers lightly through my folds and I arch up, a gasp leaving my lips in a rush of air.
“You’re right,” he admits, quieter than ever before. “It doesn’t always drive away pain.”
My eyebrows draw down together, but I find myself relaxing into his grip. I arch back again, shoving my ass into the ridge of his cock. Need is a vicious creature that gnaws at my insides, demanding that I take what he’s offering. Another piece of me suggests that I use him. Fuck him. Drive a wedge between him and the others.
They say that those who seek revenge should dig two graves—I want to dig three. One for each of them. I don’t know if I can believe that document he showed me, but I can take something for myself now.
“Are you done fighting it?” The question is spoken in a low guttural voice. He’s as turned on as I am.
Never. I will always fight them. For now, though, I’ve just changed tactics…I’ve changed weapons. When I answer by rolling my hips against him once more and pushing my cunt into his stroking fingers, he groans.
“Come on, Prep Girl, give me an answer,” he practically begs. “What are you so afraid of? You’re already so wet.” The evidence of his words smears across his fingers, dripping down my pussy towards the floor and the crack of my ass. “You want this.”
"If you're going to fuck me, Gio, then get to it," I grit out.
He chuckles again, the sound like audible porn, making me grit my teeth against the urge to reach between my own thighs and bring myself to a swift orgasm just to relieve the ache. "No, that's not what I'm going to do," he says, surprising me.
My eyes pop open and I look in the mirror, glaring at his reflection as he smiles back at me. "You're gonna fuck yourself for me," he tells me.
"What?" No. There's no fucking way.
Gio pulls his hands away, reaching back and digging something out of the back pocket of his jeans. A moment later, I realize what it is as he flips open a pocket knife right in front of my face. I scowl at it despite my confusion.
Turning the sharp side of the blade away, he drags the cool metal against my skin. Starting between my breasts, he slowly makes his way down to my belly stopping only at the crest of my cunt. I pant, more wetness slipping from my pussy.
Shit. Shit. Shit! This can’t be happening. I can’t really be… turned on by this, can I?
If I thought Gio was the least psycho of the Scorpion Kings, his actions now prove the exact opposite. I’m frozen, half in shock and half in anticipation as my heartbeat thrums against my veins. Pulsing in time to the rapid beat of some song I can’t decipher. A wild sensation slides through them as the knife touches my skin. Gio isn’t even looking at it. He’s watching the reflection. He could cut me at any second if he's not careful, but he doesn't.
“You smell divine, Prep Girl,” he whispers against the flesh of my throat as he turns his head and presses a kiss there. The tip of the blade touches one side of my pussy, spreading the lips as wetness coats the metal. A moan works its way up my chest.
“You’re fucking insane,” I tell him.
That only makes him smile more. "I know," he agrees before drawing the blade away from my pussy and down my thigh. “So are you. It’s why none of us can leave you alone.”
I close my eyes again, not sure if I want to see him press the sharp side to my skin. I expect it, but the bite of pain never comes. My eyes shoot open once more to find him smirking at me as he flips the knife around and moves the handle towards my opening. My hand snaps out, latching on to his wrist.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
He keeps moving as if the strength I’m putting into holding him off doesn’t even phase him, and the end of the knife’s handle slips inside just an inch. I gasp, arching up.
“I’m showing you what I want you to do for me,” he says. The handle moves further in, not nearly wide or long enough to give me any real release, but enough that my insides latch on to it.
My hand remains locked on his wrist for each thrust, but I can’t stop him, and after a few moments of feeling my own juices slick the hard entry, I don’t want him to. He fucks into me with the handle of the knife over and over again, his eyes moving from me to the mirror. I can’t look as my head kicks back and I use his shoulder as a resting place.
“Gio…” His name leaves my lips on a long, drawn out moan. I turn my head to the side. “I want you to touch me.”
He presses a kiss to my temple. “I know.” His grin is pure evil. “But I’m not going to, not until you fuck yourself with my knife and show me how you get off.”
I've never masturbated in front of anyone before, and it feels wrong to do so now. Or at least ... it should feel wrong. Gio removes my fingers from his wrist with his free hand and places it on the blade. "What if I cut myself?" The question comes out in a rush of breath as Gio leaves the blade in my grip.
I look at his hand, curious to see if he's already done so. I don't see anything, but I don't have much of a chance as he reaches for the shirt he discarded earlier and drags it closer. Without a moment of hesitation, he rips off the sleeve and then carefully reaches down.
"We wouldn't want that, would we?" he murmurs as he carefully wraps the sharp metal with the fabric. He presses a close-mouthed kiss to my cheek and then puts his hands back on my hips. Nudging me slightly forward, but not so far that my legs fall off his, he slips between our two bodies.
The sound of his zipper is loud in my ears as his knuckles brush against my lower spine. "Fuck yourself with the handle of my knife, Prep Girl," Gio urges as hot flesh touches my skin.
He's taken himself out of his pants and I want to see. I start to turn, but he stops whatever he's doing and grabs my hand. Tightening both of our fingers over the blade, he pulls it out and pushes it in roughly. I cry out. The knife handle isn't a dildo, it's not soft or malleable. It's not meant to go where it is and the only reason it probably doesn't hurt more is the fact that I'm leaking like a dripping faucet. I'm gushing between my legs, soaking the floor beneath us.
"I made sure you won't cut yourself," Gio says, voice thick with tension. "Don't worry about what I'm doing. You made a deal. It's time for you to honor it. Fuck yourself, Juliet. Now. "
My lips part, a quip on the tip of my tongue to deny him, but then my muscles squeeze around the handle of the knife and the want surges inside me. I tighten my hold around the blade and turn my head back to face the mirror. I watch in an almost detached sort of fascination as I see myself pull the handle almost all the way out and then push it back in.
Gio lets me go, his own gaze locked on the place between my legs in the mirror. I feel his knuckles bump against my ass again as he reaches for his own cock. He sighs against my face and then rubs his nose up and down my jawline, forcing me to tip my head. The sensation of him dragging the rough stubble on his cheek against my skin makes me tighten around the foreign object inside my body.
"Put your fingers on that pretty clit and rub it for me," he urges.
My other hand drifts down, smoothing down my stomach to follow his command as I circle my clit. White hot lightning flashes through me, an impending warning of what's to come. His hand draws up and down and something velvety soft touches the top of my ass. I wish I could see him pumping his fist. I wish I could watch him stroke himself.
I nearly jolt out of my skin when the piercing atop his cock brushes me. My fingers contract around the fabric covered blade as I use it on myself, back and forth, in and out. My breaths come faster and faster. Gio groans.
"Just like that," he urges. "God, yes. Are you squeezing around the handle, Jules?"
I arch up, thrusting my breasts into the air as I scrape a nail delicately over my clit. " Yes ." I'm clamped down so hard on the handle that it's hard to pull it out of me. It's not nearly enough to fill me.
My fingers move between the folds of my cunt, spreading them wide as I circle my clit again and again. I'm almost there and yet, I can't seem to reach the height of the precipice I'm reaching for. A whimper builds and escapes. "Please, Gio ... Please. I can't. I can't. "
He grunts. The sound is a desperate, needy one that matches my own. "Yes, you can," he says. "Make yourself cum while I watch. Drench that fucking knife."
My head turns back and forth, the fluttering of blue in my vision a brief distraction. All too soon, I'm back to focusing on the swelling tide of want curling in my gut. My hips rock back and forth as I fuck myself on his knife. I gasp and beg, all sense of subduing myself gone.
"It's not enough," I practically sob.
"I'll give you more," Gio promises. A moment later, I feel the hard length of him against my back with no knuckles in the way. He reaches around and grips my chin, tilting my face to the side so that his mouth can slant over mine.
Yes! I lean into the kiss, devouring him with as much energy as I can muster. My head swims through thick, dark waters as his tongue invades and steals away the last of my sanity. All the while, his other hand moves to one of my breasts. I'm only dimly aware of him playing with my breast until he grips one nipple and twists. Hard.
I scream, writhing against him as I slam the knife into my cunt. I spasm around it, a white light erupting in my mind and sending me spiraling into a release. It’s too fast, there and then gone. I sag against him, letting my hand flop away from the handle still inside me.
Thankfully, he seems to realize it as Gio reaches down and carefully pulls it free of my body. The wet sucking sound of my pussy releasing the weapon echoes throughout the room. I watch in a daze as he lifts the knife and looks at me in the mirror as he opens his mouth. Gio's pink tongue darts out and he licks it straight up, cleaning the handle of my pussy juices.
My barely satisfied insides clench in wanton desire.
"You taste just as good as you smell," he whispers. Gio's breaths rumble against my face. I can feel his burning stare through the reflection of the mirror. Knowing he's watching, hearing his heart thunder against my back, his cock pulsing against the top of my ass ... it starts to spark something new inside me.
My teeth scrape against my bottom lip. "Is that the last of your wish?"
Gio's eyes flare at the obvious challenge, and he grins. Tossing the knife behind him on the bed, he grabs my waist and lifts me up. I nearly bolt forward at the ease with which he lifts me, but a moment later, he positions me right over the head of his pierced cock and I go still. He's right there and I want it. The orgasm that he'd forced from me had been too short. It hadn't been enough.
"That was just the start of my first wish, Prep Girl," Gio murmurs as he drops me.
I cry out again as gravity takes hold and forces me down over the thick, rigid length of his cock. Too fast. Too much. That's what he is. All over me. All the time. He's everywhere.
My hands reach out as I unhook my legs from his to plant my feet on the floor. Using a grip on his knees, I force my descent to slow just enough, but soon enough, he's all the way inside, stretching my inner muscles around him as I shudder through microbursts of pleasure as they cascade all around me.
"Fuck." Gio's gritted out curse makes me smile. It's quite possibly my first real smile in weeks. "That's it. Fuck yeah. Squeeze me just like that." His hands land on my hips and together, the two of us move against one another. Him helping to lift me up until just the tip of his cock rests inside my opening and then releasing to let me lower myself back down.
The rippling feel of the piercing at the head of his cock drags against my sensitive inner walls. Gio groans, the sound low and animalistic. Each time he grips me, his fingers dig into my flesh as if he doesn't want to let go. But I do. I want to let go and stop thinking, stop hating, stop everything but the climb back towards pleasure.
My cunt sucks on his cock with each withdrawal. My breaths turn raw inside my lungs as I work myself down and back up. Over and over again, I take him inside of me until my thighs start to quiver. My pussy walls are a little sore from the handle of the knife, but the need to take another orgasm is too much to stop. We're locked together, he and I, and there's no separating us until we reach the end.
" Gio. " His name is a pant as he releases my hip on the next descent down his length. He cups my breasts, squeezes them lightly as he pinches my nipples. The sharp bites of pain only threaten to send me into that white light all over again. Too soon.
He groans. "God, I love it when you say my name like that," he admits. "All breathy, like you can't fucking wait for me. What are you thinking of right now, Jules?"
I tell him the truth. "Nothing," I say. I can't think of anything but the way he grips both of my nipples and pinches them, stretching them out and away from my chest, making my back bow. When he releases them, the soreness only adds to the waterfall of liquid between my legs.
Gio's hand moves down. His thumb rubs against my clit and the heat of him presses me up the mountain further and further towards oblivion. I want it. I want it more than anything in the world—more than the breath in my lungs, than the light in the sky, than even the return of my normal life. I don't care about what was once normal to me anymore. Wealth. Assets. Status. I can live without it because I have this.
"Almost there," Gio says. I moan as I catch sight of the two of us in the mirror.
His cock thrusts in and out of me, the thick length of him a lighter shade than the rest of his skin. He fucks me hard, dragging me down against him again and again, forcing my breasts to bounce lightly. He flicks my clit and I grit my teeth to stop from screaming again. The rumble of his chuckle is tense with his own impending release.
"Look at those fucking nipples," Gio murmurs. "So tight. Did you like it when I pinched them?" He doesn't give me a chance to reply. "I know you did. You'll like this too."
Before I have a chance to ask what he's talking about, Gio presses two fingers next to his cock. It's too late. I was already on the next descent and I can't stop it in time. He spears into me with both his fingers and his cock as his thumb presses against my clit. I throw my head back as he stretches me far more than I ever expected.
"You're fucking dripping all over my hand just like you did that knife. What a beautiful sight. All this cream. Next time I get you all to myself, you know what I'm going to do to you?"
Tears enter my eyes as my lungs begin to burn. It's too much and not enough in the same breath. I need to fucking cum. It's not there yet and I can't stand it. "Gio." I gasp. "Gio, please ."
If he hears me, he doesn't fucking react. He just keeps talking as if I hadn't said anything. "I'm going to tie you down and spread you open and then I’m going to slide underneath you. I'm going to have you ride my face, Jules. You're going to grind these hips of yours and make yourself cum while I shove my tongue so far in your pussy, you'll be seeing stars. Can you picture it, baby? Do you want that?”
"Yes!" I scream. I don't even care anymore about the thin walls or the broken squeak in my voice. I'm gasping, panting, crying, and I still haven't cum. "God, fuck, Gio!"
"Yeah, I thought you might like that." I can hear the grin in his tone. He's driving me wild. Absolutely insane. My hips move, following the movements of his own.
"What a naughty little girl." He laughs. "It's so funny. Everyone thought you'd be this stuck-up princess when you fell from grace. But you're not, are you? You're a dirty slut just waiting for someone to take control of you. Is that what you want, Jules? Do you want me to take control?"
Yes, I realize. I want that more than anything. I'm fucking tired. I'm tired of dealing with all this shit. Exhausted to the bone. How the hell can people do this day in and day out? Work. School. Life. It's all become too much. I need a fucking break. I can handle it as long as I have someone to lean on. I can do it all, no fucking problem, but I don't want to be alone anymore. I've always been alone. Even when I was surrounded by people.
"You want to know something else?" Gio asks, not waiting for me to formulate a response to his last questions. He kisses my cheek as he fucks into me. I grind down against him, lost to the sensations. A hunger I've never known—like an animal beneath my skin—forces my movements, keeping me in the haze of delirious pleasure marred by only the slightest stretch of pain. It's not enough to make me stop, but just enough to keep me on that razor-sharp edge.
"That knife you fucked yourself with?"
In the mirror, my lips are parted, my cheeks are flushed and my hair hands in damp strands around my face. My hands are flat on the floor as I fuck back on his cock. He keeps talking.
"Didn't it look familiar to you?"
That has me slowing the rolling of my hips. Familiar? The grin he gives me in the reflection is all cold calculation. A shiver skates down my spine. Anyone who thinks Gio is the soft one of the Scorpion Kings is so very wrong.
Gio leans closer and grips my hip as his fingers remain against his cock, forcing my pussy to stretch further around him. His thumb runs in mind-numbing circles. Black and white dots dance in my vision.
"That was the same knife that killed the man who tried to rape you." Gio's words are so low I almost don't hear them, but just as he finishes the statement, he presses his thumb against my clit harder than before and thrusts into me until the ball of his piercing slams into a spot inside me that acts as the trigger point to my orgasm.
Shaking, I cry out. My limbs seize and tremble, the muscles in my thighs and abdomen bunching and releasing in jerky motions. Tears creep out of the corners of my eyes as I gasp for air that never makes it into my lungs.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." Those are the only words I can manage to get out. It's enough though. Enough to let Gio know, and he whips his fingers out of my cunt a moment later, gripping me hard as he shoves me forward. My knees land on the floor as his hand sinks into my hair and he jerks my head back.
He fucks into me on his knees, thrusting his cock into me until it hurts. All the while, his grip in my hair forces my face forward so that I have to see the two of us in the mirror. Him, like a wild god behind me, as he bares his teeth and holds on to my hip for leverage for each lunge.
"Again, Jules," he growls.
I shake my head. I can't. I don't think it's physically possible for me to have another orgasm now. He doesn't seem to care. Gio reaches beneath me and pinches my clit between his thumb and finger much like he had my nipples and I seize all over again.
"Cum," he demands. "Show me how good and dirty you can be, Jules. Cum all over my fingers and my cock."
I do. There's no stopping the warm rush of liquid as my orgasm floods my system and drenches my inner thighs. I close my eyes, no longer able to keep watching as Gio grunts and slams into me one last time. The hot wash of his cum fills me and I know ... I should've run the second he came through the window.