Page 41 of Dangerous Games

“Let me help you up, baby,” he says, his voice still a little gravely from his orgasm. “The only time you belong on your knees is when you’re begging for my cock.” Without a word, I place my hand in his and let him pull me up so I’m standing in front of him. “Sit.” He motions to my couch.

I sit down next to him, not knowing what to do next as the realization of what just happened comes crashing down.

Oh my god.

I just sucked his dick in my living room like some fucking whore.

That’s not me.

That’s not who I am.

My body might be attracted to him, but the rest of me finds him annoying, bossy, and overbearing. He has no sense of boundaries or personal space.

His large tattooed hand covers my thigh, drawing my attention to it. He squeezes it in what I’m assuming is meant to be a reassuring gesture, but it’s almost enough to send me spiraling.

“I can hear the wheels turning in that gorgeous head of yours,” Gio says. “There’s no need to freak out because it will happen again.”

“I don’t think so.” I frantically shake my head. “This can’t happen again. You and I need to stick to a professional relationship. I appreciate you killing someone for me. It was a sweet gesture, really, but that’s where this ends.”

Gio laughs. “Jesus, you’re fucking adorable.”

My eyes narrow. “Nothing about this is funny.”

“Yeah, it is,” Gio says as he strokes my thigh. I try to ignore the damp feeling of my panties as my skin burns under his touch. “You just sucked my cock like you were starved for it, only to turn around a minute later and tell me it can’t happen again, and then thank me for killing someone for you all in the same breath. If you think I won’t have your lips, that I’ve been fantasizing about since the moment I saw you, around my cock again, then yeah, cara, that’s fucking funny.”

“It’s not happening again, Gio.”

“Your body tells a different story.” His eyes sear into my flesh as they roam my body.

My chest heaves up and down as I find it hard to breathe. He’s suffocating in the best way possible, yet somehow I know he’s going to be my downfall. He just came, but his cock is half-mast against his thigh, ready to go again. I lick my lips at the promise now that I know what’s inside. How is it possible to ache for something that I’ve never had?

“Uh, uh, uh,” Gio tsks, drawing my attention up to his heated eyes. “I want you again, my sweet baby, but only good girls get this cock. Do you want to be a good girl?” I nod, unable to trust myself to form a coherent sentence right now. “Good,” he praises. “Now, tell me why you didn’t tell me my brother paid you a visit?”

My eyes widen. How did he know about that?

“I didn’t know I needed to,” I admit.

He’s not my keeper. Was I shocked Matteo took it upon himself to corner me and have a conversation? Yeah. But did I think it was enough to run to Gio about with my tail between my legs? Absolutely not.

“And why is that?” he asks. It sounds blasé, but I’ve been around this man enough to know that it’s anything but.

“Because it didn’t seem like a big deal. Your family owns this building, and it only seemed natural for him to want to know my story of what happened in the alley.”

Something flares in Gio’s eyes that makes me uneasy. His hand leaves my thigh and comes up to cup my cheek, stroking it gently as he speaks so softly it sends chills down my spine. “I don’t give one single fuck who is questioning you, including my goddamn brother. No one questions you without me at your back. Got it?”

“Got it,” I swallow.

“Did he scare you?”

“No.”

“I don’t like it when you lie to me,” Gio says.

Is he a wizard? How does he know I’m lying?

“When someone is meant to be yours, you’re in tune with their every move, every little reaction down to the way they let out little moans when they suck your cock. You haven’t realized it yet, but you will.”

Meant to be yours.