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I wasn’t jealous of someone who looked like he went to church every fucking Sunday. A goddamn choir boy. Gia would break a man like him. Shit, she even gave me a run formymoney, and I knew what to do with a doll like her. I flashed my eyes at her, dark with hunger. I scooped her up, wrapping her legs around me. She squealed as I tossed the spoon away from her.
“I ain’t jealous,” I said.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I set her on top of the island counter. I’d give her what she wanted this time because I wanted it too much myself. I kissed her. My hands moved down her body, slowing on the soft flesh of her chest beneath the thin fabric that mocked me as it strained against her curves. I grabbed the bottom of the shirt rising up her stomach and pulled until it ripped away from her like wilting leaves. She gasped as my mouth found her nipples, drawing them in and swirling my tongue around the mounds. I took a step back and just looked at her. Her long, dark hair fanned over her shoulders and nearly grazed her perfect tits as she stared up at me. I hated how goddamn perfect she was to me. She could do anything, and I’d forgive her.
Shehaddone everything, and I’d forgiven her.
But Gia didn’t want a sweet fuck. She didn’t want me to fall at her feet and worship her, not that I would. If anyone was falling to their knees in worship, it would be her. Gia wanted to be fucked like she didn’t matter and somehow was the only thing that mattered. I would have died for her. I would have killed for her. And I’d fuck her how she wanted to be fucked.
I grabbed her hips with a growl and tugged her off the island. I fisted her hair and wrapped my free hand around her fragile throat, and she bit her lip. She whimpered in my grasp, but it wasn’t a sound born of pain; it was from desire. I turned her around, pressing her crotch against the drawers beneath the marble countertop and running my hand downward. With a fistful of her hair, I pushed her chest down until her perfect breasts pressed and rounded against the counter.
“I don’t know why I give a shit about who wants to fuck you. That’s all you’re good for,” I snarled in her ear before I yanked down her jeans and worked down my pants. “You just like to be spread open. Used.”
I pulled her hips to mine and pushed myself inside her. She cried out, which always made my dick twitch. I loved knowing I hurt her, that I was too big for her. She’d stretch around me and feel so goddamn good in just a few thrusts of my hips, though. Soon she’d be screaming out, begging for her orgasm.
“I like to be used. Use me, Enzo,” she whispered through a moan.
I brushed her hair over her shoulder as I drove my hips deeper. “I’ll always use you, babygirl, because you’re such agoodfucking whore.”
My final words bit, and a single tear left the crease of her eyelids and fell down her cheek, a perfect sphere of the pain she felt in that moment. It weakened my resolve, and I found myself wanting to comfort her. But I knew her. It was what she wanted. She’d get fucking pissed if I tried to comfort her. Wherever all this brought her in her fucked-up little head, she liked to stay there for a while, conquering whatever demons she needed to confront. I didn’t know why she liked to go there, to the darkest recess in her mind, where all the shit she buried went to rot. Nah. I’d never understand it. I didn’t dare wander into The Outlands, where bones would lie all around me and phantoms would haunt me. That girl was something else.
“Tell me more,” she whispered through clenched teeth.
I shed my hesitation. “Don’t even look at me,” I hissed as I fisted more of her hair and forced her to look at the tile backsplash. “You get my cock, and that’s it. But that’s all I am to you. Right, Giovanna? Just the cock you need to make you forget about how worthless you feel.”
She nodded, letting a moan fall from her lips. “I don’t deserve your cock, but I need it, Enzo,” she whimpered. She pushed back on me, sending me deeper into her. I groaned as my hips rocked her ass, slapping against her skin.
“You know I won’t let you come, right?” I asked. When I used her like that, I didn’t let her come. I didn’t reward her for wanting to be degraded. Maybe one day she’d stop needing to be fucked like I hated her.
She nodded once more, biting her lip as I drove my hips further and faster. She spasmed around me, tightening against me.
“But I’m going to come, and I don’t care if you want it or don’t. I’m going to fill yourincrediblepussy.”
She huffed at my compliment, but I couldn’t say anything negative about what was between her legs. She was perfect. She stretched around me like I was meant to be inside her. Like she was made for me.
“You want my come, don’t you?”
“Please,” she whispered.
I stopped thrusting and stayed buried inside her as I came. I’d have given Gia anything, the world if she wanted it, if we weren’t in such a mess. If I hadn’t needed to strip myself of my power to keep her safe, I’d have given her back the lifestyle she ran from but so clearly belonged in.
ChapterTwo
Gia
Ringing bells and electronic blips filled the air as people pulled the levers on the slot machines. There was an ebb and flow of excitement around us as some won and others lost. Anger and happiness converging in one space. Women in short skirts strolled through the room, carrying trays of water and alcohol. Jameson called one over, smacking her on the ass before taking a rum and coke off her tray. He slipped her some cash, and she giggled before dropping the bills down the front of her shirt. The O’Rileys owned the casino, and it was situated outside of town, so we were safe there. Even though I didn’t particularlylikethem, we didn’t really have issues with the Irish. Just everyone else.
The dealer squinted at me, waiting for my move. A ten and two. Useless. I tapped my fingers on the table, and the dealer threw another card down. Enzo wasn’t much of a gambler, but he wanted to watch me play.
“Bust,” the dealer said as a queen of hearts hit the table. He dragged my losing chips to the center and stacked them.
I also wasn’t much of a gambler, clearly.
The dealer looked at me to see if I wanted to buy in again.
“I’m no good at this.” I shifted on Enzo’s lap and looked at him.
He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew the smoke into my face. It swirled and circled around my head with a warm, rich aroma that made me crave one as well. He smirked and put the cigarette between my lips, where I held it. Jameson couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and we all noticed. He’d brush his blond hair back every time he tried to fight the desire to look at me. Enzo shifted me once more on his lap so that I was facing Jameson.
