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I sucked my teeth, trying to figure out how to control the anger that was about to overflow from me and onto her. My mind raced to all the ways I could punish her, fucking hurt her. I sure as shit didn’t want to give her what she wanted. I thought about it, and I knew what I wanted to do. I’d regret it later, but fuck it.
She dug her heels in as I dragged her to the back of the club. Only a handful of the men remained. Gia lifted her chin as the door slammed and everyone turned to look at her. She went into business mode, smoothing down her skirt as their eyes remained locked on her.
“Why isshehere?” Vinny asked.
“It’s not your business,” I hissed. I turned toward Gia. The jealousy fueled my anger, and that was exactly what her end game was. That’s what she wanted to do to me because that would get her what she wanted. I stepped into her.
“Enzo, she was probably just playin’ around. You were just playin’ around, right, Gia?” Kenny said, trying to defend her.
“Don’t,” I snarled at him.
“I don’t want to be a part of your dirty little sex games,” Vinny said as he threw his chair back.
“I’ll be a part,” Antonio quipped with a smile. “She’s a Silvani, but she looks like she tastes so damn good.”
Gia cared about appearances and being respected for the bad bitch she was. Well, the bad bitch she used to be. She carved herself a place in the business despite being a woman, and I knew what would hurt her down to her core. It was something she sure as fuck didn’t think I would do, even after she shook her ass on stage for some men. But I was fucking reckless when it came to her, and that was the problem.
I pushed her against the wall, encasing her wrists in my hand and forcing them above her head. Her eyes narrowed on me exactly how I hoped they would. Rage filled the voids inside her that made her think giving the patrons a show was a good fucking idea.
I heard the men talking behind me, but I couldn’t decipher the words above my heartbeat in my ears. My hand rode up her thigh, drawing her skirt up. Her breath hitched, not from pleasure but from annoyance. The moment her red panties were exposed, some of the men yelled out for me to keep going.
Their excitement grounded me, and the gravity of what I was doing sent me crashing back into reality.
“Show’s over,” I growled.
Gia’s breath heaved in her chest.
“But boss,” someone said behind me.
I drew my revolver and turned to face them. “I said, show is fucking over. Get the fuck out.” I raised my voice as I cocked my gun. Metal scraped against the floor and glasses crashed as the men scrambled to get out the door.
“Goddamn it, Gia,” I snarled.
Her lips relaxed. “That wasn’t my fault!”
“I can’t think like a don around you. I make fucking mistakes. Like that.” I gestured toward the door. “This is exactly why none of this can happen! And itwasyour fucking fault!” I dropped her wrists. “You fucked everything up when you went out there to dance. You think they weren’t all gonna hear about it? Kenny saw it. The bouncer saw you.” Anger swelled again.
“It was a stupid dance, Enzo. Why do you even care? You’ve made it clear that we aren’t anything. That we can’t be anything.”
“Because you’re mine, even when you aren’t mine. No one else can look at your body like that,” I said with my lips much too close to her fucking mouth. “I know what you’re trying to do. You’re using my possessiveness to get what you want.”
Her lower lip jutted out in a pout that made me forget for a moment why I was mad at her to begin with. She was playing with my goddamn mind again. She wanted me to treat her like a whore. Not quite like this, but it was her end game after all.
I leaned a fraction of an inch closer to kiss her, hard and driven, as if I’d been thinking about her goddamn lips since the last time we kissed. Since they were last on my dick. She whimpered against my mouth as she kissed me back. I raised a hand to her throat, and she whimpered. That sound made me ache for her.
“I’ll give in one damn time,” I told her as I pulled away from her kiss. I’d give in because I needed it. I needed to come because I wasn’t thinking straight, even more so than usual.
I tugged her over to the table and bent her over it. Her chest pressed against the aging metal and plastic, and her shirt absorbed the spilled alcohol. I unbuckled my belt and pulled out my cock. She backed into me as I pulled her panties to the side and pushed inside her.
It was heaven.
It was everything I tried to forget.
She felt incredible.
I pushed my hips into her as I buried myself to the hilt inside her. She moaned, dropping her face into the table and trembling as if she felt exactly how I felt. Her pussy clenched around me. I wanted to pull out. She didn’t deserve to come. But I tried to pull out of her and she backed her ass into me, keeping me inside her.
“Please,” she whispered.
