Page 47 of Dangerous Games

I grab my stuff, turn the lights off and lock the door behind me before I start my long, lonely walk home.

I’m pissed at myself for letting it happen. I can’t seem to think when he’s around. Especially not when his shirt is unbuttoned at the top and I get a delicious view of his tattoos peeking out on his broad chest. He has the type of body that makes me want to lick every inch of him. Before I knew it, I was under him, and he was inside me. I can still feel him. He wasn’t long, but he was so fucking thick. Every time I felt my vagina ache, my mind would drift back to last night and how much I loved it. My body is the worst traitor.

Just as I’m about to cross the street to the next block, a car lays on its horn behind me, scaring the shit out of me.

I jump two steps back as my hand flies to my chest and I squeeze my eyes shut. I had been so in my head that I didn’t bother to check if any cars were coming. I seriously need to get it together. I inhale deeply and slowly exhale, trying to calm my racing heart before I begin walking again. As soon as I cross the street, the honking starts again. This time I’m not scared; I’m annoyed. Looking over my shoulder, I stop dead in my tracks.

Gio’s Maybach is idling at the curb.

I grit my teeth and clench my fists because now I’m pissed.

I don’t move as I watch Gio smoothly exit the car and walk around to the passenger side and open the door. He moves his hand for me to get in the car with an easy smile on his face. “Your chariot awaits.”

I look between him and the car, my anger growing with every second I’m standing there. “You can shove your chariot up your ass.”

I start walking in the direction I was heading as I adjust my purse strap on my shoulder, leaving Gio behind. Only a few seconds pass before I hear the car door slam shut and fast-paced footsteps coming up behind me, making me pick up my pace. I’m practically power walking like an old lady around the mall right now.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Gio asks as he tries to keep up with me.

My lips press together as I keep my attention straight ahead, ignoring him.

“Hey,” Gio says with more bite in his tone as his hand lands on my shoulder, stopping me and turning me toward him in one motion. “I asked what the fuck your problem is?”

I yank my shoulder out of his grasp as I glare at him. “My problem is that you said you would pick me up, which for the record I didn’t want in the first place, but when someone says they’re going to do something they should do it or at least let the other person know it isn’t happening. And then, after not showing up, you decide the next best move is to honk at me on the side of the street? Are you crazy?”

“Cara, you know the answer to that,” Gio says, a sly smile on his face. “As for the rest, I’m sorry. My meeting ran late, and I lost track of time. I should have called, and that’s on me. Will you get in the car?”

I stare at him in shock. I wasn’t actually expecting an apology from him. Maybe hell really has frozen over, and my dad will pay me back the money he owes.

“I’m fine walking.” I sniff, turning my head to look down the street.

Gio heavily sighs. “What do I need to do to make it up to you?”

I don’t look at him as I think about what I want. He isn’t going to let me walk home, so that’s out. I never did get the food I’ve been craving since the night I met him…

“I’d like the pizza I never got.”

Gio almost looks relieved. “I can do that. Will you please get in the car?”

I don’t answer him as I walk back to his car, open the passenger door and get in. Once Gio is in, he puts the car in drive and pulls away from the curb.

“Bronwyn?” he asks.

There’s something in his tone that makes me turn my attention from the window to him. “Yeah?”

“If you ever open your own door again, I’m going to throw you over my knee and spank that sweet ass raw.”

I sharply inhale as my belly flutters. It sounds like a threat. Is it bad that I want it to be a promise?

“I thought you were going to pull a Wren and make me chase you down the street. Then I definitely would have spanked your ass. Probably would have done it in the street,” he continues as he drives back to my place.

Me running? Absolutely not.

“Who is Wren?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm and casual, but inside the jealousy is bubbling up.

Gio side-eyes me with a smile that says he knows I’m jealous and fishing for information. “My sister-in-law. She’s a trip.”

Someone was nuts enough to marry into his family? I’ve only met Gio and Matteo, but from what I’ve seen, Matteo is cool, composed, and scary as fuck, while Gio is the complete opposite. I’m pretty sure he would qualify as being certifiably insane.