Page 54 of Sinfully Owned


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Gia was still laughing at my statement and forgot about the burger in her hand.

"Well, I could say the same thing. Besides, we've come a long way from your usual one-night stands."

She didn't have to remind me of that. I didn't know at least six different ways to bring a woman to orgasm. One was enough– after all, it was only about one night. But with Gia there were so many interesting ways her body reacted to me. I just couldn't get enough of finding out new possibilities. Especially when I then got the pleasure of listening to her moaning my name.

Before I got further entangled in what I was saying, I focused back on my burger, which I desperately needed to destroy. Also to distract myself from the conversation I had just gotten involved in.

So for a while, we sat next to each other in silence, just preoccupied with our food, while the nightlife of the city happened below us without affecting us.

I had been getting messages from the club throughout the evening, but I was sure that Silvio had the place under control and the quick updates were just to keep me abreast of what was going on. My absence didn't bother me, though, because the alternative was a lot better.

"Will you tell me what is on my arm tonight, or will I have to find out for myself tomorrow in the daylight?" Gia asked at some point.

It sounded like she was okay with both options, though I wouldn't miss seeing the look on her face once she learned what I had had immortalized on her skin.

"Only if you do me the same favor afterwards."

An approving grin graced her lips. Before I began my explanation, I bent down to wipe a last bit of burger sauce from her lip. She followed my movement intently, even holding her breath as my finger met her skin. I pulled back again and lifted my shirt a little to reveal my chest. On the left side, about the level of my heart, was a stylized symbol.

"This is the sign of Tyche."

"Your club is called that," she noted.

"That's right."

"WhyTyche?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Tyche is a goddess from Greek mythology. To be exact, the goddess of fate. But also of chance and serendipity, as well as evil."

"We are in Italy."

"Yes. But Fortuna is too obvious.Tyche, on the other hand, has a certain touch "

"So you googled cool names for a club and went with the one that stood out the most?"

"No," I replied. "I have some interest in these subjects."

"Not a trendsetter, then," she muttered. "And you gave me the same symbol?"

Out of narrowed eyes, I looked at her. "Exactly. After all, I believe that our meeting was a rather fortunate twist of fate, and in the end, it's those encounters that count."

I also liked the idea that she was wearing something on her skin that I always had with me, too. Someday, perhaps, I would tell her the deeper meaning behind it all– but today was not that day. Today it was just a symbol, a tattoo that connected us and paid tribute to a Greek goddess.

"Next time, though, it won't stop at a small sign. I think a large-scale artwork would look pretty good on you."

"There's a next time?"

"Micina, we've started something that I don't want to end. So yes, absolutely. There will be a next time. "I looked at her, wondering if she would disagree with me. But she only tilted her head in mute agreement.

She raised her hand, letting her fingers slide over my unprotected neck until she reached my jaw and touched the bruise, the pain of which I had forgotten in the last few hours. The irritated skin on my neck had taken care of that.

"I'm all ears," I let her know and leaned in closer.

Gia was fascinated by the new art that now adorned me. Her lips opened before she withdrew her hand and looked me straight in the eye.

"I was a little selfish in my choice of motif," she said, grinning in that cheeky way that forewarned me she was about to say something that goaded me into grabbing her and reminding her of the role she played in our explosive mix.

"The first thing I thought of was a kitten. But that would have been too innocent for a man like you. It should be dark. Morbid. Something that draws the eye and sends the right message," she continued, further tantalizing me.

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