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Gia
I ached.I throbbed between my legs with such tenacity that I felt almost sick. My stomach continued to tighten. It was heaven to draw my gun on someone again. Holding a life in my hand. Well, holding the means to take it, at least.
I wanted Enzo. I wouldn’t tell him and give him the satisfaction right then, but I wanted him. All we’d have to do is break through the barrier between us, and the best way to do that would be for him to break throughme.
I rocked my hips a bit as I sat with my legs clenched together. I rested a hand on my lap, putting pressure on the front of my pants, anything that I could grind into. Enzo kept driving, not paying me any mind. I moved my hips so subtly that had it not been for the parting of my lips as a moan rolled over my tongue, you’d never be able to tell what I was doing. It became harder to control the motion of my hips and the way my thighs tensed as I rocked. I was so close, though. So close, and I just wanted to get over that ledge and jump.
Enzo knew me so goddamn well. He spun the wheel and turned the car into a parking lot. I stopped moving my hips, letting myself bathe in the ripples of pleasure still coursing through me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snapped. He leaned over and tugged my hand away from my lap. “Your face is all fucking red. You think I don’t know when you’re going to come? After all we’ve been through? Fuck you,” he snarled. “You have the brass balls to do it right beside me, in my goddamn car?” Anger radiated from him, painting his cheeks red.
“You owe me,” I said.
Enzo cocked his head. “For what?”
“I made you come...”
“What are you, twelve? I don’t have to scratch your back just ’cause you scratched mine.”
“But I’m so fucking itchy, Enzo,” I whined. I didn’t mean to create such a pathetic and desperate sound.
“You think I ain’t? I’ve been hard since you pulled your damn gun on that punk!”
I bit my lip, hoping he’d realize we both had a need. We were both needing a scratch. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Quit thinking what you’re thinking. If I fucked you, I wouldn’t let you come. I’d make sureIdid, though. I’d come inside you while you were still aching for release. Don’t fuck with me, Giovanna. I’m not in the mood.”
I put my elbow on the armrest and dropped my head on it with a frustrated groan. The pleasure, while still rippling between my legs, was waning.
Enzo whipped out a lighter and lit himself a cigarette. He inhaled and exhaled, sending a curled wisp of smoke between us. It made the air feel stagnant. I reached my hand out for one, and he shoved the pack and the lighter into my palm and threw the car back in drive. Before he took his foot off the brake, he reached over and shoved my legs apart.
I was frustrated and annoyed as shit, but I could only think about how fucking explosive it would be when he finally fucked me. I almost didn’t care if he let me come at all. I just wanted him inside me.
When we got back to his house, I climbed out of the car under his watchful eye. He followed me inside but instead of turning to go up to his side of the house, he continued behind me. Breath caught in my throat as his angry steps followed me and made me want to run, but I exhaled and lifted my chin. I refused to fear Enzo. He wouldn’t touch me, not even in the way I wanted. He followed me into my room and slammed the door behind me.
“What the fuck do you want?” I finally asked. My body was wrought with tension from his silent anger behind me.
“I realized I was being unfair,” he said.
“About?”
“Not letting you get off.” Enzo raised his arm and flattened his hand against the wall beside my head as he pushed me into the wood. “You let me come on your pretty face.” His words were molten slag, and I was melting. Enzo drew his phone out with his free hand and fucked around with it for what felt like an eternity before placing it on the table beside us. I looked at the blue screen and saw 2:00 inside a gray circle.
He wasn’t being serious.
His dark, haunting eyes made me swallow hard as he stared at me and slid my pants down my thighs. He reached over and hit the start button. The clock started to count down. The moment it did, his hand was against me, palming me through my panties.
“You are fucking soaked,” he groaned. “You have two minutes to come, or you won’t be coming at all. Actually, one minute and fifty seconds.”
I dropped my head back as he played me the way an expert musician plays an instrument he knows so well. He knew exactly how to rub me as he pulled my panties aside and circled my clit. I kept glancing at the clock as the time ticked by.
One minute thirty.
The more panicked I got about the time, the farther away my edge seemed to be. I was so damn wet, and I struggled to get close enough. I needed the friction.
One minute ten.
