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"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I can tell she's flustered, but I don't understand what's happening. All I know is I need her. I put my hands on her shoulders and squeeze before placing a kiss on her neck. Her body shutters, and she whispers, "Please don't."
"Tell me what this is, Gianna. I'm going to need you to open that pretty mouth and use your words unless you like being treated like the flavor of the week."
Turning around, she slaps me hard across the face. "You have no right to talk to me like that. After everything."
I grab her wrists and back her up against the wall, fury all over my face. "After everything? Are you referring to when you went MIA for 24hrs only to show up in a hospital crying over another man after the night we had together? Or when you told me you didn't want me by your side, or how about tonight when you showed up on the arm of Ethan Grand to my dad's fundraiser?" Her chest is heaving, and her breasts are brushing against my chest, making her nipples pebble. She continues to glare at me, not saying a word.
"Fine, have it your way." I bend down and crush my mouth to hers plunging my tongue into her mouth to remind her of all the pieces of me she's missing. It takes her a minute but then she's kissing me back feverishly like she's missed me this past week as much as I've missed her. I pull back and bite her plump bottom lip before releasing her completely. She steadies her breathing before bringing the back of her hand to her mouth and wiping her lips. That pisses me off that she thinks she can just wipe me off. Standing at the sink, she opens her clutch to reapply her lip gloss.
"I'll make you a deal. If you really want me to leave you alone, then you have to prove it." Narrowing her eyes at me in the mirror, I can see her contemplating my words. "Okay, what shall I prove?" I smile at her. "Easy baby." Bending down on one knee, I catch the bottom of her silk dress, trying not to let the fact that I know Ethan bought this for her ruin my moment.
Slowly I slink my hand underneath her dress, running my fingers from her ankle up to her inner leg, where I stop when I get mid-thigh.
"Your lips tell lies, but your pussy won't. So, if you're not wet for me, I'll leave." Her body trembles, and I already know what I'll find.
"But if you are, I take what's mine." I place a kiss on the back of her exposed thigh where my hand is, before continuing my way upward excruciatingly slow, making sure I don't miss a second of how her body responds to me. Her legs are shaky, her hands are white-knuckling the marble counter, and when I glance at her in the mirror, her eyes are closed.
When I reach her center, I hook my finger through her thong and pull it to the side so I can stroke her straight down the middle of her plump, silky folds. I'm not sure if she means to, but she ever so slightly opens up to give me more access. In the end, it doesn't matter because what I find confirms what I know in my heart. She's mine.
"You're not just wet, baby. You're soaked." I tease her opening with my finger, and she pushes back on it, impaling herself on my hand. Immediately she gasps, and I curse.
I make quick work of unbuckling my pants, and my cock springs out with pre-cum already leaking from the head, ready for her. I run my free hand up the center of her back until I get to her shoulders, where I push her forward before gathering up her silk dress around her hips and exposing her perky little ass.
"Fuck me! Do you know how sexy you look, dripping wet for me with this perfect ass in the air wearing black heels?" I smack her ass hard before I brace myself on her hips and slam in hard. The air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I'm pissed. I pull out to the tip and slam back in just as hard, and when she whimpers, I lose it.
"Is this what you want, Gianna? You want to be my slut, a quick fuck in the bathroom instead of my queen?"
She doesn't respond, and that doesn't work for me. I grab her long blonde hair over her shoulder and wrap it around my wrist, pulling her head back so that she has no choice but to watch me take her in the mirror. Pounding into her, our eyes meet, and I can see she is just as furious as I am. I don't know what Ethan has said to her, but she hates me right now even though her body wants what I'm giving her. She's treating this like the quick fuck it is so she can be done with me. I keep my eyes on hers, matching the ire I see there with each hard thrust. Fuck this. She doesn't get to just walk away. I feel her pussy starting to clench around me, and in a last-ditch effort to bring her back, I say, "What is it going to take?" Slowing my thrusts, I release her hair so I can move my hand to the base of her neck and pull her flat against my chest.
"Why are you testing my limits when you already have my devotion? Why do you want my hate when I'm only trying to love you?" Her eyes stay on mine as her orgasm tears through her body, and I know my words triggered it. I pump her through the shockwaves racking her body as my own release hits me. There is no way she doesn't feel anything for me. As much as she might want to hate me, she doesn't. She is mine, and I am done doing things her way. Slowly, I pull out of her. Seeing her juices all over my dick, I grit my teeth and tuck myself back in. This is not where I wanted to do this. She should be at home in my bed, spread out before me to worship.
I wanted to let her heart figure out what her body already knows on her own, that she's mine, but then she showed up with Ethan.
When I look up, I see she has already started trying to fix her makeup and that just fucked hair, but that afterglow she has isn't going anywhere, and I fucking love it. There is no way Ethan will miss that.
Suddenly there's a loud pounding on the door. "Gianna, are you in there? Time to come out." It's Ethan. Her eyes go wide in the mirror, and panic briefly flashes across her face, but she quickly recovers, "I'll be out in just a second. The martini got to me." I smirk to myself, finding it comical that she thinks she will be going anywhere near Ethan. Her livid eyes find mine.
"I'm glad you find this funny. We had a deal. You got what you wanted, now get the fuck out."
I stand there holding her gaze with my own rage building inside, threatening to explode any second. When she sees that I'm not leaving, she starts towards the door but doesn't even make it two steps before I have her pinned to the wall. She tries to fight back, but I pin her with all my weight so she can't move, and when she goes to speak, I cover her mouth with my hand.
"What's funny is that you think you're leaving here with another man. The deal was I leave if you weren't wet for me, but we both know not only were you soaked, that pussy was starving for my cock." When she closes her eyes, I continue. "I said I would take what's mine and you baby are mine. Have been since the first day I laid my eyes on you." I lean in and drop a kiss on her neck. A tear rolls down her face as her body starts to tremble. She's scared, good because I want answers.
"I don't want to hurt you, baby, but I will if you don't start talking." Her eyes snap open and find mine as if to verify that my threat is real. I know my expression is void of emotion because I'm on the brink of losing it. I don't want to do this to her, I don't want to scare her, I don't want to be the reason for her distress, but I'll be her worst fucking nightmare if that's what it takes to make her open up to me.
Finally, she relents, and I drop my hand from her mouth, but I keep her pinned in case she thinks about running. Her tongue darts out to moisten her dry lips, and on bated breath, she says, "He threatened me." My brain doesn't even have time to process her words. Instead, I just see red and throw my fist into the wall beside her head. She yelps in surprise.
"Are you fucking serious right now? He threatened you, and you didn't think to come to me?” He was already dead to me, but now I'm going to kill him. I release her because I'm furious with her, and I will never put my hands on her when I feel that way. After everything, she still doesn't see me as someone she can trust, someone she can count on, someone who will protect her.
Ethan pounds on the door. "Open the door Princess, times up." I immediately close the distance between myself and the bathroom door, pull it open, and throw him into the bathroom. Catching him off guard, he trips, enabling me to land a swift kick to the ribs before I fucking lay my fists into his face. I land blow after blow to his face, and he never gets the chance to take a swing. Gigi is screaming, trying to pull me off of him.
"August, stop. You're going to kill him." She's right. I am going to kill him, but not here. I want him to know I'm coming.
Reluctantly I let her pull me back. If she wasn't here, I don't know that I could have stopped. I stare at him, lying there like the pathetic pretty boy he is, before saying, "You came after my world. Now I will destroy yours."
Sitting up, he wipes his bloodied lip and shrugs. "We'll see." I lunge to round on him again, but Gigi throws herself in front of me. "Let's go, August. Now."
Her eyes are pleading with mine. Anxiously running my hand through my hair, I contemplate my next move before grabbing Gigi's wrist and pulling her out of the bathroom. I'm so fucking livid. My girl doesn't trust me to protect her, and my best friend just threw everything away. Of course, he wants Gigi. Who wouldn't? If he's willing to fight me, there must be more to this than just a quick fuck because he knows I won't lose. I'm just not sure why he's risking everything over her especially when I now know he's fucking Carson. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
