Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Will
Gianna enters my bedroom.
The sight of her in a little nightgown that barely hides her body makes my cock hard. Without a word, she slips into bed with me. Still a quiet little mouse and yet there’s a mischievousness in her eyes I’ve never seen before.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask.
She smirks right before her lips find mine. I shouldn’t do this. She’s temptation personified. Not mine.
And yet… this kiss is too good for me to avoid. I have to give in.
I grab the back of her head and pull her in deeper before I roll her onto her back. “We shouldn’t do this,” I say into her neck.
She still hasn’t said a word.
My hands find the end of her nightgown and push it up.
No panties. Her pussy is on display for me and I can’t stop myself from plunging my fingers right into her.
She arches her back and opens her lips but no sound comes out.
My lips find hers again as I fuck her with my fingers. Faster and faster and faster.
I need to touch her more than anything. No one has gotten under my skin like this ever in my entire life. I feel like I’m on fire and going to combust any second.
I can’t wait a moment longer. I shove my sweats down and line my cock up to her entrance.
The second I thrust into her is the second I wake up from my dream.
My eyes blink open and I realize that I’m in the bed, alone. My pants are in place. My cock is rock hard though from my wet dream. Fuck. The last thing I should be doing is dreaming of fucking Gianna.
She is not mine. That is something Marco made very clear to me and it’s something that I cannot forget. It will lead to my death if I make her mine.
And yet…
I can’t get Gianna off my mind. She is like a light I’m drawn to and I’m a moth. There’s something so beautiful and sweet about her and I’ve never had anything beautiful and sweet in my entire life. It’s addicting.
Immediately, I head to the shower. The second the hot water is running down my body, I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke myself until I find my release.
The last thing I need is to be hard around Gianna.
I need my mind straight even though she keeps on confusing me.
It’s not her fault though. None of this is. That’s what makes it all the harder.
I want to let her go. She doesn’t deserve to be kidnapped and be forced into a marriage with Marco. And yet, if I let her go, Marco will come for me. Chances are her brother will still kill me for kidnapping her in the first place.
I have no choices left. It’s either side with Marco and help my chances of survival or give Gianna up and die and I’m a selfish bastard. I’ve always been.
After my shower, I get dressed and unlock Gianna’s door so she can use the restroom and have breakfast. She doesn’t even look at me as we sit across the table together and eat in silence. It only makes me think of her in my dream last night. Perfectly silent.
What would it be like to show Gianna pleasure? The sounds she would make as I ran my fingers over her. Would she moan loudly or whimper softly? That’s something I’ll never find out and it’s frustrating.
Her eyes flick to mine and quickly look away.
“If you have something to say, say it,” I snap, harder than I mean to.
She flinches. “I was just curious what’s on your mind. You look… like you’re angry with me.”
“I’m not angry with you.”
“Then why do you sound like you’re angry with me?”
“Not everything has to do with you.” My tone is much harsher than it should be. Gianna doesn’t deserve this and yet… I can’t stop myself. I can’t treat her kindly because if I do, I’ll kiss her and that is the last thing that can happen.
“I didn’t…” She shakes her head as tears well up in her eyes. They stream down her face. I’m too shocked to do anything about it.
“Why are you crying?”
“You don’t care,” she says through her tears. “So don’t ask me.”
“I do care.”
“Don’t say those things to me. You don’t care. Because if you did, you’d let me go.”
“I told you before –,”
“I know what you said,” she snaps. “I’m still allowed to cry about it. You’re selfish. And I hate you for it. And I hate how you make me feel.”
“How I make you feel?” I swallow hard, remembering my dream from last night. “How do I make you feel?”
“Confused. And, and, and… It’s none of your business!” She gets to her feet so fast, her chair falls to the floor. The clatter is loud in the quiet room. “You are the worst man I have ever met.”
“Really? I would think Marco was worse. Or that fiancé of yours who was putting his hands on you when you kept telling him to stop.”
“No, you’re the worst.”
Unable to stop myself, I walk around the table until we’re toe-to-toe. “How am I the worst man you’ve ever met?”
She stares up at me with tears in her eyes, looking more sad and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. “Because you gave me hope that I would be free and then you took it away from me.”
“I’m a hitman, Gianna. I’ve never given you hope. I never promised to let you go.”
“I know. But for a moment… I thought you would let me go. I thought when you didn’t kill that woman because of me that you had changed.
That there was good in you. But now I know there’s nothing but darkness in you.
You would stand there and watch me cry while you do nothing.
While you feel nothing. That’s why you’re the worst. With Marco, I knew he was evil.
He’s been at war with my brother for the past year.
And as for Nico… I saw his true colors early on.
But with you… I don’t know. I thought something would be different. ”
“Why did you agree to marry that man when you knew he was bad?”
“Because I was willing to do what I had to for peace. To do my duty to my family. But now I’ve learned that all I need in life is my freedom.
I don’t want anything else. I don’t want to be married to a man I hate.
I just want to be free and you could give that to me and you’re not. Why can’t you?” she sobs.
The sound of her cries is not the sounds I wanted to hear from her. Instead of pleasure, it’s only pain in her voice.
And it breaks my fucking cold heart.
“I can’t let you go,” I say more to convince myself than to convince her.
She continues to cry. It’s the loudest I’ve ever heard Gianna be. This is breaking her down and I hate to see it. I hate to see the light I’m drawn to snuffed out in her.
All because I’m not doing anything about it.
“You can’t be mine,” I say.
“I’m not asking to be. I just want to be free.”
“I can’t.”
“I hate you,” she hisses, glaring at me with so much anger I never knew she possessed. I guess there’s a lot of Gianna I don’t know about. Because she isn’t mine. Because she can’t be.
And yet…
“I know. And I hate you too.”
Her eyes widen. “How can you hate me? I’ve done nothing to you.”
“I hate you for making me feel confused too. For making me feel… things I don’t want to feel.”
“What kind of things?”
“I can’t say,” I force out.
“Tell me.”
“Gianna…”
“Tell me.”
I stare down at her beautiful face and all I want in this moment is her. All I want is to be free myself.
Instead of telling Gianna how I feel, I decide to show her.
Without hesitating, I grab her face and bring my lips to hers. Gianna stiffens for a moment but when I deepen the kiss, she lets her body relax. After a beat, she kisses me back.
My arms wrap around her body, drawing her in close to me. The heat radiating off her makes me want to consume her more. The urge to make my dream a reality is strong but I hold back. A kiss is one thing. Fucking her is an entirely other thing that I cannot come back from.
Gianna lets out a small whimper. So that’s the sound she makes. It only makes me kiss her harder and draw her in closer.
The kiss is electric and passionate and hot and full of anger and sadness and frustration. We’re two people who shouldn’t want each other. Who hate each other and yet, I can’t stop thinking of Gianna and I’m desperate to know if she can’t stop thinking of me.
I never want this kiss to end. I will fight to end it with my life.
Gianna kisses me back harder like she might die if she doesn’t get close enough to me either. Her hands rest right over my heart, softening it with every inhale and exhale she makes. The last thing she can have is my heart.
But I’m not sure how I can stop her from getting it.
When Marco marries her. That’s when I’ll have to move on from Gianna. That’s when I’ll have to let her go.
But can I let her go? Can I be selfless and return her to her brother and face the consequences?
Knowing she is not mine sends an icy chill over my body that makes me finally pull away from the kiss.
Gianna stares at me, wide-eyed, panting heavily. She looks to be as affected by this as I am.
“Why did you do that?” she asks.
I have no answer for her. My only answer is to look back at her and hope she understands what I feel and why I can’t put it into words.
A knock on the door makes me startle. There’s only one person who knows where we are. If it were Enzo, he’d come bursting into the house if he knew Gianna was in here.
That only leaves Marco.
Giving Gianna one last look, I go to the door and open it. Marco strolls right past me and into the house, carrying a garment bag.
“Here,” he says to Gianna, handing her the bag. Tentatively, she takes it.
“What’s this?” she whispers. Her lips are bright red from my kiss. Her hair is messy from when I ran my hands through it. And yet, she is not mine. Not when she stands next to Marco.
“It’s your wedding dress. It’s time, Gianna.”
The floor beneath me feels like it’s going to crack open and swallow me whole.
“It’s… time?” she asks.
“We’re to be married today.”
“But… don’t you need a plan in place? I thought you needed more time.”
“Now is the time. It’s the perfect time. You’re going to be mine today and don’t even think about running or I’ll stop you. Now, go put on your wedding dress. I’m taking you to the church where we’ll be married.”