Bound by Hatred (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles #3)(53)

“Everyone’s scared of something. Why would I be different?”

“Because you are the scariest person I know.”

I paused. She didn’t sound like she was kidding. “Are you scared of me?”

Silence was my answer.

I reached for her arm. “Gianna?”

“Yes,” came her sleepy reply.

“Why?”

But her breathing had calmed. She had fallen asleep. What was I supposed to do with her admittance? I’d never given her reason to fear me. Okay, she’d seen me do some scary shit, but I’d never done anything to her. It took me a long time after that to fall asleep.

***

The next day Gianna didn’t mention our conversation from the previous night. I had a feeling she hated that she’d been honest. I’d never shied back from a topic but I didn’t ask her again why she was scared of me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

Gianna kept touching her lip during breakfast. It wasn’t swollen anymore.

“Let me take a look,” I said, pushing her hand away. “I think we can pull the stitches.”

She grimaced. “Now?”

“Scared?” I asked because I couldn’t help myself.

“No, of course not,” she said. I wondered if she referred to more than the stitches. I got up and led her into the bathroom where I kept my medical kit. Gianna didn’t protest when I lifted her onto the washtable and stepped between her legs this time.

I took small scissors from the kit. “Open your mouth.”

She did, but gave me a warning look as if she thought I had something naughty in mind. I grinned and kissed her ear. “Do you know how kids always get a treat as reward after they see the doctor?”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t push my hand away when I pressed it against her center through her jeans.

“Be a good girl and you shall be rewarded.”

I drew back, enjoying the scowl on Gianna’s face. She didn’t get the chance for a retort because I started working on her stitches. It didn’t take long and Gianna winced only twice. “Done,” I said, setting down the scissors and tweezers. “Do you want your reward now?” I rubbed her *.

She glared.

“You just have to say the words.” She pressed her lips together. “No?” I said, taking a step back, and stopped touching her.

“As if I need you for that,” she said snidely, and then she opened her jeans and shoved her hand inside.

I exhaled as I watched her fingers move under the fabric. “Fuck.” I stepped up to her and ripped her jeans and panties down her legs.

Gianna didn’t stop caressing herself. Her slender fingers rubbed her clit nimbly while she watched me through narrowed eyes. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Open your legs a bit wider,” I ordered. To my surprise, Gianna obeyed. Her eyes were clouded with lust as she teased herself. Damn, I could see how wet she was.

I leaned back against the wall, tugged down my zipper and pulled out my cock. Gianna stroked herself even faster when I wrapped my hand around my hard-on and started jerking off.

“This is messed up,” she whispered. She didn’t take her eyes off my cock and I couldn’t take my eyes off her fingers that worked her pink nub.

“Who cares?” I growled. “Put a finger in your *.”

She slipped one finger into her tight opening.

“Another one,” I demanded.

She barely hesitated. But I couldn’t f*cking take any more. I staggered forward, shoved her hand away and buried myself deep in her. She shuddered around me as her orgasm rippled through her. After a few thrusts, I came too.

“This is so messed up,” she said again, her voice heavy with sex.

I didn’t pull out of her yet. Instead I rested my forehead against her shoulder and caught my breath. “Messed up is good.”

“I knew you’d say that.”

***

“This thing is f*cking annoying,” she said after another round of sex that evening, wiggling her leg with the ankle monitor in the air. It had bothered me too the few times I’d come into contact with it during sex, but I wouldn’t risk taking it off. Not only would Luca blow a gasket, I’d also have to supervise Gianna myself 24/7 without the monitor.

“You’ll get used to it.” I tried to pull her against me but she slipped away, moving to the edge of our bed.

“No cuddling as long as I have to wear this thing,” she said.

I laughed. “As long as you don’t ban sex.”

“Maybe I will do that.”

I moved my hand down from her stomach and ran a finger over her clit. “Why would you want to punish yourself like that?”

“You are an arrogant bastard. Maybe you think your cock is magic, but let me tell you something: it isn’t.” She didn’t shove my hand away from where it was stroking her. Maybe she didn’t notice but she’d even parted her legs a bit more to give me better access. I light traced her soft folds. I loved her silkiness and the way her body responded to me. I didn’t increase the pressure, only lightly brushed my fingertips over her *. She was probably still oversensitive so I needed to be careful if I wanted to guide her toward another peak. Her lips parted and her breathing quickened ever so slightly. I leaned over her and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Pushing her over the edge this time was ever better because I wasn’t busy with my own lust. I could completely focus on Gianna, her labored breathing, hooded eyes, hardening nipples as she succumbed to her orgasm.