Chapter 25
Humiliation turned Giana's whole body to fire. She stared at the closed box on Rodrigo's desk before picking it up and throwing it at the monitor where Vincenzo's smug face had been moments before. It shattered, the box bouncing to the floor.
"What the actual fuck, Rodrigo?" she demanded, her chest tight as she fought to breathe. "You kept a dirty handkerchief as a fucking trophy? What is wrong with you?"
Rodrigo pointed to the smashed monitor. "It is because of those accusations that I kept it, Giana.
The claims that Gabriella or others would have put on you.
What do you think my mother would have done to you if she had found out that you had taken your own virginity and robbed her of that bargaining chip? "
Giana's hands tightened into fists. She wanted to smash everything in the room and rage until she had nothing left.
Rodrigo's voice softened, and it was worse than if he were yelling.
"I had to make sure that if Gabriella ever found out, I had some kind of insurance.
I would have lied and told her that I had taken it.
It was why I smeared it with my come afterward.
Gabriella would have been angry, but she would have directed it at me, not at you.
I was trying to protect you like I always do! "
Giana forced her tears back because, as fucked up as it was, Rodrigo's logic made sense in the world they were raised in.
"A part of me knows you're right, but I'm still angry," she said, folding her arms. "You're a man, so you will never understand what it's like to be told your only value lies in a stupid piece of flesh in your cunt. You don't know what it's like to not own your body."
She fought to keep her voice steady. "It's why when my parents died, a part of me was sickeningly relieved because that one spot of blood on your handkerchief meant more to them than my own autonomy.
When I realized Gabriella was going to do the same, I found the first boy who wanted to fuck me.
I wanted to have no value in her eyes. Don't you understand that?
I didn't care if she killed me because at least for that one fucking moment I would have reclaimed my own body, and they could never have it!
" Giana was shouting, her voice hoarse and chest heaving.
"I know, baby," Rodrigo said, his eyes filled with horrible understanding.
She wanted to blame him, to hate him all over again. She resented that he had kept her safe by locking up that awful trophy.
Giana gritted her teeth. "You let me do it. You fucking watched me do it. You could have stopped me, and you didn't. It was the most humiliating moment of my life, and then you what? Took it home and jerked off on it?"
"Humiliating?" Rodrigo leaned back in his chair. "That's not how I remember it. To me, you were taking back what was yours, and you lit up with fire as you did it. You looked me dead in the eye the whole time, Giana, daring me to stop you. You knew I should have. Did you ever wonder why I didn't?"
She had for years, but she had never dared to ask or bring that night up again. She had dreamed of it and thought of it every time she tried to get herself off.
"Why did you then? Was it to use against me in the future as blackmail?" she demanded.
"No," Rodrigo growled. "I let you do it because you were always going to be worth more to me than your fucking virginity or your family's fortune."
Giana reared back like he had slapped her. "What?"
"You heard me." His brown eyes were lit with emotion that he usually tried to hide.
He had looked at her the same way that night.
Like he could devour her whole just by staring at her.
"You want to be even, is that it? You want me to get off for you so you don't feel like I have some stupid victory over you? "
Giana's breath caught. Was he being serious? No. Surely this was another game to call her bluff. She narrowed her eyes. "So what if I do?"
"You think I am joking, anima mia?" Rodrigo pressed a button on the side of his desk, and the closed doors leading to the office locked with a resounding click. She quickly scanned the room, and there were no cameras. No escape.
Giana's heartbeat quickened, and she clenched her hands into fists so he wouldn't see her hands shaking. Whatever game he was playing, she wasn't going to be intimidated by him ever again.
Rodrigo reached for his belt and undid his buckle. "Last chance to back out."
"I could say the same to you," she replied, lifting her chin.
Rodrigo's smile turned vicious, and he popped the button of his suit pants, reached inside them, and pulled his dick free.
Giana bit her tongue. She had brushed up against him in training enough to know he was big, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. He gave himself a long stroke, and her whole body flushed with heat.
Oh god, he is really going to do it. A red light was flashing in Giana's head, telling her she needed to tell him to stop.
She didn't. She just stood there, shocked. The heat of her anger was changing, turning to the twisted feeling of lust that she had been burning with when he kissed her. Giana looked away, and he made a snarling sound.
"Eyes on me, Giana. You wanted to be even. I never looked away from you that night," Rodrigo bit out. She glared back at him, and he smiled again. "Good girl. You watch it all. Tell me, did you ever think of that night?"
"No," she ground out through her teeth.
"Lie," Rodrigo laughed softly, his thumb stroking over his wet tip. "You ever touch yourself over it? Wondered what it would be like if I had taken over?"
Giana sucked in a breath at his audacity. "No."
"Lie. I've thought about that night every day since it happened. I wanted to take over. I wanted to replace that vibrator with my fingers. My tongue. My dick," he continued, stroking harder. "If you had only asked me to, I would have made it a night even more memorable."
"How… How dare you?" she choked out, his words making her pussy clench and core ache.
Of all the fucking men in the world, why did it have to be him to get this reaction from her? She knew she had to stop this, but she couldn't.
Rodrigo was merciless, fucking his fist harder. "If you ask me to, I would bend you over this desk right now and fuck your sweet, little pussy with my tongue until you saw the face of god."
"The only thing you're going to be fucking is yourself," she snapped.
"Watch, Giana," he commanded, and she locked eyes with him with all the defiance that she had left. "There she is. There is my queen." Two hard strokes later, Rodrigo came hard, his eyes burning holes into her. White covered his cock, his hand, his pants.
He panted, "Happy now? Are we even, yet?"
Giana walked toward him and plucked the silk handkerchief from his pocket. He was breathing heavily as she reached down, grasped his cock, and stroked it, smearing the fabric with his come and making him groan her name.
With shaking fingers, she folded it and tucked it down the front of her bra.
"Now, we are even," she snarled against his lips before striding toward the door. She grasped the handle. "Let me out, Rodrigo."
The locks buzzed, and the door swung open. She strode away and didn't look back.