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“Did you hear me when I said we have to go to work?” he asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said as I pulled my panties slowly down my thighs, tugging them to my ankles. They tumbled to the floor as I tossed them.
Enzo squinted his eyes at me. “What are you doing?” His voice was stern, and he sat up taller on the couch.
“If you aren’t going to fuck me, I’m just going to play with myself,” I said with pouted lips as I spread my legs and let my fingers trail up my thighs.
Enzo stiffened his posture, a frown on his face. “Gia, stop,” he said with a curl of his lip.
I let a soft moan roll off my tongue as I found the warm wetness between my legs.
“Gia!” he commanded, rising to his feet. He watched as my fingers glided along my skin, rubbing against my clit. I slipped my fingers inside the place I knew he wanted the most, even if he told me he didn’t.
He was getting pissed about me touching myself. That pleasure was coming from my hand and my hand only. His cheeks flushed red with anger as he adjusted himself in his boxers. The pattern did nothing to hide every inch straining against his underwear. I stared at that V leading up from his pelvis and imagined tracing it with my tongue. My thoughts wandered to him talking down on me, making me feel as worthless as I sometimes felt. It was my guilty pleasure to feel emotional and physical pain, and his denial was definitely emotionally painful.
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Enzo
I hated seeingher hands between her thighs, and it filled my gut with raw rage. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. I wanted to be the only thing making her come.You can’t fuck her,I told myself as I watched her back arch.She’s making you weak.I released a long breath, trying to calm the beast within me that wanted to tear her to shreds.
Gia’s moans rolled over me and sent vibrations through my spine. The sounds leaving her full lips drove me wild, but I couldn’t show it. I ached for her, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her eyes locked on mine as her hips moved, bucking against her fingers.Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,I groaned in the recesses of my mind.
I stepped toward her, her eyes following me. With a firm grasp, I yanked her hand from between her legs and halted her movement. She gasped, as if she were fucking surprised.
“I said to stop, Gia,” I commanded. That close to her, my gaze fell on the soft, dark hairs between her legs, and I smelled the light aroma of her excitement. My cock throbbed as every fucking inch of her overwhelmed my senses. “Are you really playing dirty like this? You don’t think I fucking want that?” I gestured toward the warmth between her legs.
“Take it, then,” she whispered before biting her lip.
Fuck,I thought as I leaned over her, my lips hovering above hers. She reached up and kissed me, drawing my face toward her. I melted into her touch for only a moment and pushed my hand between her legs, rubbing and growling at the wetness against my skin. She moaned against my mouth as if my touch electrified her.
With my fingers inside her, the thought of Silvio pried into my mind. He thought so little of my ability to run this family. But he was right. Gia made me forget my responsibilities, having needed to be at the club thirty fucking minutes ago.
I can’t do this.I shook my head and pulled my hand away from her.
“Get dressed,” I said sternly, leaving her on the bed as I went into the bathroom. “We have to go to work.”
By the time I got dressed, she’d finally put on some clothes. I wasn’t even sure if she finished herself off. I refused to wait around to see. I pushed the ends of my purple dress shirt into my black pants. My gaze roved over Gia’s curves, enamored by the way her pants hugged the cuffs of her ass.
She walked behind me, quietly, clearly seething.
She doesn’t understand.She doesn’t have to worry about being the boss of shit, not while her brother is still alive. All she has to worry about is defending herself and her family name.
ChapterTwenty
Gia
The drive in the car was suffocatingly silent. He turned the music on, and I quickly flicked it off and leaned back in my seat with my arms crossed. Petty? Yes. But I wanted him to hear the insufferable silence with me.
“Goddamn it, Gia, what’s your problem?” he snapped, but I didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge that he’d spoken at all. “Fuck you, too,” he said as he gripped the wheel harder.
In his frustration, he nearly passed the turn toward the club. With a quick tug of the wheel, he took a fast turn, making my stomach lurch into my chest. He pulled into the parking lot and exhaled before climbing out of the car.
“Are you coming in?” he asked as he bent down and looked at me still sitting in the passenger seat, twirling my hair.
“Yeah, give me a minute.” I took out a cigarette and lit it. Smoke billowed from the open window beside me.
He looked at his watch, an obnoxious gesture that made my lip curl. “Gia, we have to go. We’re late. Come on!” he commanded.
