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I stared at him, my eyes squinting in frustration. I slammed my fist down on a small circular table beside us and sent papers scattering to the floor. There were no words I could say that wouldn’t piss him off, so I left him yelling obscenities as I walked away and slammed the door behind me. His words followed me until the door sealed behind me, dropping a curtain of silence in the hallway.
My steps echoed down the big open hall as I stormed toward the wooden double doors at the other end. Frustration poured out of me with every heavy footfall, and sweat beaded on my forehead as anger rose into my chest. My heartbeat pounded in my ears.
What a goddamn fool!There was only one thing I could think of when I was this angry, and it was sinking my cock into the mouth of some broad and fucking her face until I was too tired to be mad.
Once I reached the door, I didn’t even knock. I just pushed it open. I used more force than I intended, and the doorknob crashed into the wall, cracking a hole in the drywall. My entrance startled Gia, as if I were a monster.Which I am.
“What the fuck!” she yelled as she held her towel closer to her body. She stopped changing in the main room once she knew about the camera, preventing me from enjoying my favorite show every night. Rookie mistake on my part.
With the heat of anger coursing through my veins, I felt the intense desire to take her. Not just take her, but to break her. She would be no easy woman to get beneath me. It would be a fight, and I got hard at the thought of her crying as she told me to stop. Her words from last night replayed in my head, taunting me. She had some nerve to think I wouldn’t take what I wanted. I had only kept her pussy largely untouched out of respect for her as a guest in my home, but if she wanted to play games and poke the bear, I’d show her what it was like to get ripped to shreds.
My eyes scanned her body. The towel did nothing to hide her sensual curves. My hungry glare didn’t scare her, which annoyed the fuck out of me. How dare she forget who I was. I let her get away with her smart-ass mouth and even kneeing me in the goddamn nuts, but I was done letting her be the puppet master when she had no control here.
She caught my gaze and clutched the towel closer. “What are you doing here, Enzo?”
Like a predator closing the distance between myself and my prey, I walked toward her and answered her question with a rough kiss. She pushed me away with one hand while the other held her towel in a sure grasp. Her wet hair felt like silk in my hand as I fisted it at the nape of her neck.
“Don’t!” she said with a firm snap of the word. In the face of predation, women like Gia puffed themselves up to make themselves look bigger. She didn’t become a fearful little girl in my hands. She became a lioness.
“Here’s the thing, babygirl. I need to have you.” I looked down at her, watching her lip quiver. That was the only sign that showed me she was the least bit scared. Or excited. Who fucking knew with her. “Remember what you said last night?”
“Which part?”
“You called me a pussy because I wouldn’t take you myself,” I growled against her neck. “Do I really need to prove just how far I’m willing to go to get what I want?” I bit into my lower lip. My cock throbbed against the zipper of my pants.
Her lip twitched, and I knew Gia enough to know that she had some smart-ass response she was trying to hold back. Her unwillingness to submit to me only turned me on more. I’d never had a bitch that brave in front of me, and I fuckingneededto have her beneath me. I wanted to see how brave she’d be when I made her take every inch of me, taking all her confidence and bravado and ripping it away from the inside.
My hand reached for her thigh, squeezing her soft flesh before driving my hand under her towel. She gasped as my prying fingers rubbed between her legs. Her attempts to push me away grew weaker until her hand merely rested on my shoulder.
“Please,” she whispered as she looked up at me, her dark eyes encased in long black lashes. I couldn’t tell if she was pleading for more or for me to stop. The wetness coating my fingers made me lean toward her wanting more.
Well, shit.
“What do you want, Giovanna?” Her name fell from my lips so effortlessly.
Her thighs trembled at the sound of my voice. Desire for her hid beneath my words, and she knew it. I sank my fingers inside her, drawing them back out to rub her clit. When she glared at me, I palmed her.
“I want...” Her chest rose and fell as if her heart was about to leap from her chest. “I want you...to go fuck yourself.” Her voice was woven with pleasure until the last four words. She smirked as she took a step back from me, tightened her towel, and crossed her arms over her chest.
I brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked them, tasting her. Her scent and sweetness brought me right back to the balcony, with her laid out in front of me. Everything about her was delicious and she fucking knew it.
Everything except her goddamn attitude and bloodlines.
“I don’t need to fuck myself when I got you,” I snarled.
I grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed. I ripped the towel open, exposing her perfect body. Tits that would make anyone weak in the damn knees, enemy or not. Her arms flailed and pushed against me as I worked my zipper down and lowered the front of my boxers, letting my cock drop between her legs. The momentary flash of fear on her face almost made me bust right then, ready to coat her pretty little pussy if I couldn’t sink inside it.
“Fuck right off, Enzo,” she said through clenched teeth.
She wouldn’t let them fall, but I saw the tears welling and glossing her eyes. She’d probably let me take her before she’d let me see her cry like that. Instead, she drew her arm back and punched me in the jaw, her ring grazing my cheek. I growled and pinned her wrists above her head. The heat between her legs radiated toward me as I leaned over her. My cock was so close to what I wanted that my dick grew wet as it lay against her. My gaze shot to the camera in the corner, and I slammed my fist on the bed beside her head. She screamed, as if she thought I would hit her.
Of the many things I would do to her, hitting her wasn’t one of them.
“Fuck,” I said, backing away from her.
She stared at me as I pulled up my boxers, my throbbing cock veiled but still clearly visible. The way she stared at me made me raise my eyebrow at her. She didn’t look scared or angry. She somehow looked disappointed, as if she wanted it as much as I did.
Not like this,I tried to remind myself. I brushed my hand through my hair and released a heavy breath.
