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He reaches down without warning and slaps my pussy again. Moaning, I almost come. Warm wetness gushes from between my legs.
Gio takes my wrist and puts the buzzing machine in his hand against my skin. I try to pull my hand away, but he holds it tight, and every time I try to resist, he slaps my pussy. The fourth slap makes my pussy convulse, and I come again. I’m unable to fight him, and I don’t want to.
I’m on a high like I’ve never felt before. Ecstasy courses through me. The buzzing lasts a few minutes before he stops and cleans my wrist. Putting ointment on it and leaving that hand untied.
“Look at your tattoo, baby.”
Looking down at my wrist, my jaw drops.
GIOVANNI
“You fucking psycho! You actually fucking tattooed your name on my skin.”
“I warned you that you were going to learn who you belong to,” Gio adds unapologetically.
“But you tattooed me yourself?” It comes out as a question because I did not know he knew how to do tattoos, and I certainly didn’t expect to wake up to getting one.
“Of course I did. No one else was touching my wife to do it,” he snorts.
Looking at him, I notice something even more shocking. On his chest, right above his heart, he has a tattoo that wasn’t there earlier.
EVERLY
“Gio, is that my name on your chest?”
“It is.”
When I fell asleep, he must have done his tattoo first because that was not there earlier. The fact he put my name on him lessens the anger I have for him tattooing his name on me. It shouldn’t because the man is fucking certifiable, but I told him to let his freak flag fly. This is just not what I expected. A tattoo is permanent, although if I think about it, so are most of the nutty things that Gio has done—marriage, kidnapping, drugging, and now tattooing. I roll my eyes. “This is so fucked up. Why did you put my name on your chest?”
Looking straight into my eyes, his black ones become even more dilated, like he’s getting high off of owning me.
“You own me just as much as I own you. When you questioned if I had been with Carla, I knew I needed to make you understand that you are it for me.”
He’s crazy, and I’m fucking in love with him.
“Can you untie me now?”
“No. We aren’t done.”
“Gio, you have fucked me half to death and marked me. It’s been a blast, but untie me.”
“No.”
“What’s left?” I’m almost scared to find out where his thoughts are.
“To make sure you are pregnant. I want you filled so full of my cum that you get pregnant with twins. Then you won’t be able to run away from me again.”
Looking into his eyes, I see the truth in what he’s saying. He’s being dramatic, but he really believes it. I guess he forgot he ordered the doctor to give me a birth control shot.
Thinking of how unstable Giovanni’s thinking is, something occurs to me.
“Giovanni, how did you find me when Oliver and my dad took me? How did you find that old abandoned house?”
Watching his lip twitch, a mischievous smile appears on his face, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Do you really want to know the answer to that, Everly?”
Sitting and thinking, trying to figure out what Gio meant by that, I’m bombarded by images of him following me. I know that can’t be it because he would never have allowed me to get hurt before coming in and saving me. How the hell did he know? He found me both times that I ran away, and I’m grateful he found me fast.
