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“Enzo, I wanted it.” I looked up at him, biting my lip.
“I hurt you, though.” He let his fingers walk along my skin, from my stomach to between my legs, and put his hand against my pussy, coated with the mess of our excitement. I melted into his touch and drew his hand toward my mouth, licking his fingers, tasting the both of us on them. He growled as he pulled me into him and kissed me. “I was just so goddamn frustrated. You have no idea what you do to me, Gia.”
I do know, because you do the same fucking thing to me.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Enzo
The sun rose, assaulting my eyes behind my lids as it shone through the huge bay windows. Who the fuck put a big ass window like that facing the path of the sun every damn morning? I turned over and groaned as I reached for the curtains and slammed them shut. My naked body reminded me of last night, and her naked body beside me flooded me with memories of her. I’d selfishly taken her perfect body and used it for my most primal desire. I relieved the stress ripping through me by ripping into her.
My eyes moved down her body. Her skin was soft and smooth, flawless except for some random scars from this life. I ran my finger down her thigh, stopping at a scar that looked like it may have been from a bullet. She groaned softly and turned over. The sight of the curves of her full ass, with hips to grab onto, made me hard all over again. It was a constant cycle around her. During the most mundane moments, when my body finally relaxed, I’d catch a glimpse of her and get hard. Sometimes it was nothing more than her annoyed sighs, the sound of them enough to make me throb.Do I dare let her into my heart? Bring her into the dark places in my mind?
I shook my head.
“What are you staring at?” she grumbled as she turned to face me.
“Nothing,” I said with no emotion, even though it raced through my veins.
Gia wiped her eyes, trying to rid herself of sleep.
The door down the hall opened and shut, and Gia white-knuckled the sheet over her chest. I heard the familiar rustle of the tags, and I pretty much leapt out of bed.
“Atheist?” I called to him. I looked at a text on my phone.
Sammy:Picked up the beast.
He wasn’t doing it for me, or even Atheist. That sly dog went and picked him up first thing this morning because he looked for any reason to go to the vet’s office and hit on the secretary there. The whole office was on our books, so he didn’t need to pick up my damn dog to pay her a visit. They’d stitched up enough of us, furred or otherwise.
Atheist limped into the room, and I dropped to my knees to rub his head. My heart felt real fucking full for a moment. The white bandage stood out against his jet-black coat. Atheist limped to Gia and put his head on the bed with a long whine.
“Boy, I know, but you can’t jump up here,” she said as she sat up and petted him. “This dog is more than just a dog to you, huh?”
“Of course. He’s family.” My gaze dropped unintentionally, drawing Gia’s astute attention.
“There’s more to this than what you told me, isn't there?”
“Nah. There’s nothing more to talk about.” I shook my head, locking my heart with a steel chain.
How could I tell Gia about the abuse I faced without her seeing me differently afterward? It wasn’t just Silvio’s perverted fantasies, but it was abuse at the hands of “family.” People my pops welcomed into our lives and home. Atheist wasn’t alive during the abuse, but he was with me at the worst time in my life—when my mother died. Everything went to shit without her. I spilled my guts to Atheist during my lowest points, where I cradled my revolver in my lap, waiting for the courage to pull the trigger. He would whine and hop up beside me. I would tell him why I wanted to die, and he would remind me what I wanted to live for. I sat on the bed, rustling Atheist’s collar to remind myself he was really here.
“Let’s play a game,” Gia said. “I’ll tell you one fucked-up thing from my childhood, and you tell me one.”
What a game.“It’s too early for this shit, Gia.” I moved to scoot away from her, but she grabbed my arm and cleared her throat.
“When I was eight, I was abducted for ransom by this skeevy ‘gang,’ if you could even call them that. That was just the first of many times men have hurt me.” Her lip quivered slightly.
Gia’s admission made my heart drop. How could she even let me fuck her the way I did? Didn’t it remind her of her past? Every so often, her touch would send me back into the moment where a heavy hand raced up my thigh. The memories would rattle me, only calmed by the warm embrace of her mouth or pussy.
Ah, it made sense.
“Why...” I paused, unsure how to word what I wanted to ask. “Why do you want me fuck you like that, then? The things you have me say—”
“I don’t know. I’m not a damn psychologist, but I’m assuming it comes from being made to feel that way for so long. It somehow transformed from something that bothered me into a thing that made me come.”
“Do you think of them? Any of them?” I asked. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyebrow lift.
“Sometimes, when we fuck.” Gia rubbed Atheist’s cheek. “But not like you think. It’s almost like a big fuck you to them. I can still enjoy sex while their nails rake my brain. When you’re behind me and you ignore me, their hot breath rolls over me and reminds me they’re still there. That they still have a piece of me with them. But then your voice shakes me out of it, and it just feels that much better when I remember you’re the one inside me and I’m safe.”
