Chapter 35: Take off your underwear
Gia’s POV (1
The car turned down a darker road, city lights fading away.
My thoughts were already inside the hall, plotting, tasting the chaos I was about to unleash.
Then Gia’s voice cut through the haze, soft but insistent. “So….. you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”
I shook my head, a smirk tugging at my lips, but I didn’t let her see it. I felt the edge in her tone, her anxious curiosity, her need to know, but she wouldn’t, not yet. There were too many secrets she didn’t need to know, secrets that could be used against me. Especially by Augusto. She knew him, and one careless slip could destroy everything.
As long as Lorenzo’s blood ran through her veins, I could never fully trust her. No matter how my heart betrayed me every damn time she was near, pounding in my chest with a feeling I thought I’d buried alongside my late wife. I couldn’t let it happen again. She would never be allowed close. Not to me. Not to my soul.
She would always be a pawn in my revenge.
I turned to her, my gaze furious, warning her to back down. “I already told you,” my voice was biting, an act to push her away, though I knew she wasn’t going to stop.
“You agreed to be on your best behavior. No questions. Unless I gave you permission.”
Her chin tilted higher, eyes sparking with defiance. “So in other words, you want me to play the part of a dutiful whore, silent and obedient, when I know damn well all of this involves me?”
Her defiance set my blood on fire. In a breath, I closed the distance, sliding right up against her.
My hand locked around her waist, pulling her flush against me, her chest slamming into mine. The other slid into her hair, gripping just tight enough to remind her who was in control. I could’ve yanked harder, God knows I wanted to, but I held back. Couldn’t ruin the perfect hair, the flawless makeup. I needed her picture–ready tonight.
Her breathing hitched against me, fast and uneven. I felt it in the rise and fall of her chest, saw her full red lips part like she couldn’t find air. She was burning, and she knew it. Hell, I knew it.
My eyes dropped to the swell of her cleavage, the way her breasts lifted with every breath. The thought slammed into me….. ripping that dress to shreds, finding her nipples tight and aching under my tongue, sucking until she screamed.
My grip on her hair tightened unconsciously at the image.
“You think you understand what you signed up for?” I breathed into her ear, my lips brushing her skin. “You don’t. But I’ll teach you.”
And then she found her voice, though it trembled.
“You’ve already made me your personal whore, the moment I signed my life away,” she whispered, “so what more is there to learn?”
I chuckled darkly, low in my chest, the sound curling through the space between us. She had no idea. None. She’d lived such a sheltered life, she didn’t know the filth, the humiliation, the despair of women sold off to brothels. I’d seen it, heard their cries, watched men treat them like they weren’t even human. I always thought it was despicable, and vowed I’d never own a whore. But Gia was pushing me, testing me. And I knew I could take back
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every ounce of mercy I had ever shown her.
My hand slid lower, gripping her hip hard, claiming her with fierce intensity. I pressed my mouth to her neck, biting just enough to sting before soothing the mark with my tongue.
A low, startled moan slipped out before she could catch it, as she shivered against me.
“If I wanted to treat you like a whore, Gia,” I growled against her skin, “that first night, when my cock circled your entrance and you told me my touch repulsed you….. I would’ve driven into you so hard you’d have nearly passed out from the pain. And you would’ve deserved it.”
My lips curled into a snarl. “But I showed you mercy. That’s the only reason you’re sitting beside me…… still a virgin.”
Her eyes flew wide, shock and desire flashing in them. She hated that she wanted it, but she did.
I inhaled her scent, a rush of strawberries and something darker, fruits crushed under sunlight. Addictive. I couldn’t resist dragging my tongue across her neck again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her.
She let out a soft, breathless pant, and when my mouth dipped lower, teasing between the swell of her breasts, her head tipped back as though begging me for more.
That was all it took to snap my control tighter. My hand fisted in her hair, pulling her face back to mine, forcing her eyes on me.
“But since you insist on being treated like my personal whore…..” my voice dropped to a dark rumble, “I’ll show you.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, and I followed the movement with my eyes, savoring every flicker of panic and want.
“I….. I didn’t mean to……” she stammered, her words breaking, breathy, laced with heat. “I’m sorry…..
I chuckled low, leaning in until my lips brushed the shell of her ear.
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“Yeah….. your apologies don’t work, Gia. We both know they’re nothing but your favorite little tactic. A way to wriggle out whenever you misbehave.”
My hand slid between her thighs, gripping her tender skin firmly.
“Now act like my little whore….. and spread those legs for me. Wide.”
She shook her head weakly, voice trembling. “I….. I can’t….. possibly….”
Then her eyes darted to the front seat, desperate for a way out.
“Bruno…… he’s watching…..”
I smirked, slow and cocky, watching the panic sparking in her gaze. Tilting closer until my breath brushed over her lips, I whispered,
“You chose this, Gia. You’re mine. And right now you’ve got two options, you spread those pretty legs for me, or I bend you over this seat and fuck you while Bruno watches every single thrust.”
Her eyes widened further, horror breaking across her face, her lips parting in disbelief. Fear, shame, and undeniable desire tangled in her expression, and I drank it in, savoring it. Watching her fall apart was almost as intoxicating as touching her.
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She had no idea. No clue that I would never actually let another man see her naked, let alone watch me fuck her. I’d never let her be humiliated in such a manner. Her body was for me alone, mine to own, mine to ruin. But letting her believe the threat….. watching her squirm, break, and burn under it…. that was my pleasure.
Her thighs trembled before she slowly, fearfully parted them, just a little, Barely enough.
“More,” I ordered.
Her lips parted on a shaky breath, but she obeyed. She opened wider, and my gaze dropped, dragging, over those smooth, slender legs.
My cock throbbed in my pants as I imagined my hands gliding up her thighs, caressing, squeezing, spreading her
further.
“Take off your underwear.”
Her head snapped toward me, outrage sparking in her eyes. I only leaned back, teasing her with a cruel tilt of my lips.
“What’s it going to be, sweetheart? That little fabric or me fucking you right here and now?”
Her mouth opened to protest, but the look I gave her cut the words off. Then with trembling fingers she slid a hand down, slipping beneath her dress.
I caught her wrist halfway, tugging her hair roughly to one side so her throat was bared, her hair spilling across her shoulder.
“Bruno,” I called out.
“Don….” Bruno’s voice rumbled from the front, his eyes darting between the rearview and the road.
“Eyes on the road. Only.” My words were an order, not a suggestion.
“Sure thing,” he muttered.
Bruno knew better than to disobey. Once I gave an order, it was law. He kept his gaze fixed forward, hand gripping the wheel tightly.
My mouth descended back at her ear as I whispered darkly,
“Now take it off, slowly.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
