My heart ached. “Then. . .I’m glad you killed them.”
“They were lucky.”
“Why?”
“I knew you would be waiting for me. . .half naked, so I made their deaths faster than usual. However, I must admit my imagination could not conjure you looking this damn good.” He took me in again. “It scares me.”
“Why?”
“Part of me, doesn’t want to hurt you and isn’t sure I would be able to control my cock once it started.”
I widened my eyes. “And the other part?”
“Oh, my princess. The other part wants to hurt your pussy so bad that it aches for the rest of your life.”
My body heated.
It shouldn’t have.
I should have been scared as fuck by what he said.
Gianni looked down at his bloody hands. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll go wash this off.”
“No.”
He quirked his brows at me. “No?”
“Never mind.” I shivered. “I’m going crazy. Forget I said no. Go ahead.”
An amused expression hit his face. “But why did you say no?”
“It’s just after tonight, I just. . .well. . .blood has so much more significance now.”
“That’s not crazy.”
“It is.”
“It is not.”
“You are called the Devil. I will not take mental health advice from you.”
A dark chuckle left him. “Still. . .I like that you don’t want me to wash my hands.”
“One of them was going to try and kill me. . .kill us. . .”
“Correct.” Gianni raised his hands up. “And best believehisblood is on my hands.”
I shivered at his words.
By God, it was from desire.
What is happening to me?
As I stood there, watching Gianni's bloodstained hands, I felt a strange, overwhelming urge rise within me—a desire that both terrified and thrilled me.
I wanted him to smear that blood all over me, all over the delicate white lingerie he’d chosen for me.
I wanted to feel the warmth of that liquid, the weight of it, as if by marking me with the blood of our enemies, he was claiming me in a way that went beyond anything I could put into words.
