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With a huff, she stood and smacked me. My cheek stung and I reached my hand up to it—the same place where her ring had cut me. I dabbed at the blood, taking a deep breath to remind myself to remain in control. She loved to fuck with me. When I made her face the prize I’d won, she’d wish she hadn’t played around. It would be her, and it wouldn’t be sweet and loving. I’d destroy her and love every goddamn moment of it.
How the fuck do I explain this?There was no explaining how Gia got a hit on me while remaining unscathed. I’d be weak in my family's eyes.My lip curled as I grabbed her hair and jerked her toward me. “I’m really trying not to hurt you, Gia.”
“Clearly,” she said as she rubbed her hand along the front of my boxers, becoming a player in my game.
The simple feel of her touch lit my nerves on fire. My thoughts whirled with ill intentions all over again. I shook my head as I released her hair.
She narrowed her eyes. “What do you call what you just tried to do?”
“What you want,” I snarled.
“You really are a goddamn pussy,” she quipped with a humorless laugh before grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her once more.
My eyes closed and I took a deep breath to cleanse my thoughts. It worked in the sense that I didn’t bend her little ass over and fuck her then and there. I opened my eyes, tilting my head in a way that made her bite her lip when she looked at me. I pressed her back against the wall and pinned her. My hand wrapped around her throat and lifted her just enough to make herfinallyshow the fear I wanted to see on her face. I could hurt her, kill her even, if I chose to. She wasn’t the bad bitch she portrayed outside of this house.
Realization washed over me. How wet she was, the words she used to nip me in the hopes I’d bite her back, and how she sucked on her lower lip.
“You fucking want it, don’t you?” I growled as I pressed my body against hers, my painfully hard cock still pressed against her stomach through my boxers. “Well, fuck, that changes everything.” A smile meant for the devil crossed my lips.
She looked at me with a pout as I lowered her until her feet landed on the ground.
“I won’t be fucking you, Giovanna. Not your pussy, at least. I’ll be fucking your mind.” I tapped her forehead.
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
I grabbed her hand and placed it on my boxers, directly over my cock. “I will make you want this so fucking bad you’ll be dreaming of me. You’ll beg me to make you come.”
Her hand dropped back to her side and mine wandered between her legs. She melted against the wall as I rubbed her until her breaths grew ragged. I slammed my fingers into her, drove them harder and faster inside her until moans escaped her lips no matter how much she tried to keep them sealed away. Her abdomen clenched as she drove her hips into me. As her hands gripped the towel, I stopped.
I fucking stopped.
Like a puppy desperate for my attention, she leaned into me, letting her lips find mine, as if that would make me let her come. It only fueled my desire to play with her head. I pulled my hand away from her, and her hips followed my movement. She grabbed my hand, looking up at me with big eyes, and I nearly pushed her to her knees so I could see them beneath my cock. She brought my fingers to her full lips, letting her tongue swirl around them.
Fucking touché.
Even that wasn’t enough to make me give in to her. I zipped up my pants, buttoning them with a smirk on my face.
“You’re a piece of shit, Enzo.”
“Yeah, so you’ve told me.”
ChapterTwelve
Gia
The door creaked open and I clenched my eyes shut, knowing it was Enzo. I was still pissed at him. He was as repulsive as he was hot, which was fucking annoying. My head hated him, but everything else wanted him on or inside it.
“Fuck off, Enzo!” I yelled without turning over, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my attention.
He didn’t respond, but heavy footsteps approached from behind. I lifted myself onto my elbow to pivot my body toward him, but a large hand wrapped around my mouth before I could change positions. With very little effort, he dragged me out of bed and I stumbled to my feet as his arm wrapped around me, his dick pressing against me.
“Finally,” the voice whispered.
Panic strummed through me as I realized the voice didnotbelong to Enzo. I balled my hand into a fist and slammed it backward, hitting the man in the nuts. The front of his body fell into me as he groaned against the pain. I slipped out of his grasp and tried to run toward the door, but he grabbed my hair, reeling me toward him and slamming me onto my back. My hands reached for the hair in his grasp, trying to stop the searing pain in my scalp. As he dragged me to my knees, I finally realized who it was. Lorenzo. My heart sank so deep into my gut I thought it would disappear.
I knew what he wanted, what they always wanted. Raping the daughter of Sylvester Silvani was a challenge men like him had met on more than one occasion. Assaulting me was almost more delicious to them than killing me. If they merely shot me, I couldn’t walk around with the memory of them inside me. When nervous fear ran up my thighs at a man’s touch, they’d get off on knowing they’d planted that seed of panic.
The worst was when my father tried to claim money for a debt from another family. Then they claimed me. All three brothers. They took turns with me in the back room of a club. Even then, I refused to cry. I couldn’t allow them to see my tears, even as their hands pressed my face into the rough, curtain-lined walls as I tried to figure out what I’d done to deserve it. I didn’t create their debt, and I sure as fuck didn’t try to collect on it. It would kill my father to know how his business had affected me over the years, just how many men had stolen what I was too small to defend.
