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Gia stroked me. Her upper arm was motionless as her hand worked me. There was just a twitch of her biceps every time she stroked her hand around the head of my cock. I tightened my lips, flashing her a look that could kill. She just smiled back. I didn’t like when she played my game.
“I don’t know what kind of hold you have on my brother, but I don’t trust your intentions,” Marco finally said. She had a hold, all right. Her grip tightened on my dick.
“My words aren’t going to mean shit to you Vigliones. All I can do is show you that I’m not the rival you think I am. I’m not my father.”
I rolled my eyes. I asked her to behave for one night. My abdomen tightened as she increased her speed beneath the table. She was enjoying getting a rise out of meandmy brothers.
“There’s no family closer to each other than you and yours,” Marco said. “You’d choose them over—”
“I haven’t, have I?” she quipped, and I felt the heat of her glare beside me.
I took a shuddering breath as I closed my eyes for a moment to center myself, focusing on anything else besides the way her fingers moved along the ridges of me.
There was a panicked tightness in my gut as my brothers grew angrier. It intermingled with the pleasure between my legs. “Gia was supposed to record us when she was here, but she didn’t.” I kept my words steady as I tried to calm them down.
“I chose you fuckers over my own father,” she said with a smile before stabbing her fork into the meat on her plate.
Just as I was about to come, she tugged her hand away and wrapped it around the knife before cutting into the steak in front of her. The sudden halt in pleasure made me swallow hard. I reached down and tucked myself back into my boxers and zipped my pants. My skin felt so sensitive as it rubbed the fabric. I didn’t know if I was more upset with that stunt or the denial of pleasure.
My brothers sat back with a sharp exhale, as if they didn’t know what to say next.
“So are you two fucking again?” Sammy asked.
“Hard no,” Gia said with a laugh. “We’re just friends, if you can even call it that.” She tossed me a wink as she wrapped her hand around her glass and drank the wine in two big gulps. The waiter popped out, as if on cue. I shook my head at him. She didn’t need any more wine. She’d pay for her behavior.
One way or another.
ChapterThirteen
Gia
Part of me knew I shouldn’t have done what I did. Having his cock in my hand again ignited a desire I tried to avoid. Teasing him made me feel powerful. He always had the upper hand when it came to who owned the pleasure. If I teased him enough, he’d take what he wanted regardless. And I’d let him. But beneath that table, when he was incapacitated, I almost made him come. I stopped before he could get a release, and that was delicious. I knew I’d pay for it, though. Oh, I’d pay for it.
Enzo didn’t knock before he came into my room. His lips were taut and his steps showcased his frustration. I had removed my heels before he came in.
“Goddamn it, Gia,” he hissed as he pushed me against the wall. The light switch dug into the middle of my back as he pressed his body into me. “What did I tell you before that dinner? I told you not to be yourself. Don’t be Gia Silvani.”
“How do you expect me to be anyone else?”
“I don’t, and that’s the problem. I also don’t expect to have my dick stroked at a family fucking dinner.” His eyes narrowed when a smirk crossed my face, and I gasped as his hand reached beneath my dress. With a harsh glare, he rubbed above my panties, the friction making everything feel that much more intense. My knees trembled, growing weaker with every caress. I reached out for him to steady myself, but he swatted my hand away. “You’ve touched me enough.”
I knew he wouldn’t let me come. I knew that the moment he came into this room. He’d never give me what I withheld from him. He’d stop me right at the cusp of my orgasm. When my toes curled over the edge of the cliff, he’d tug me back. Even though I knew he’d halt the brewing pleasure, I couldn’t stop riding his hand. A devilish grin slipped onto his face because he knew what he was doing. He knew my body well enough to know that the curl of my pelvis meant I was getting close. I gripped my dress because I had nowhere else to grab. Every time I clutched his wrist, he pushed me away.
Just as I was about to come, he stopped and drew his hand away with a smirk. “Fuck you, Giovanna,” he said in a low, seductive voice that made me melt.
“So we're back to this?”
He rubbed his hand down the front of my dress. “We ain’t back to nothing. We can’t be anything.”
“We can’t not be something, Enzo,” I said with a voice that wavered at the end.
He shook his head. His eyebrows furrowed. The discontent was clear in his expression. Neither of us wanted this distance between us, a dark line that separated my blood from his. “Just let it go, Gia.”
But I couldn’t let him go.
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Enzo
