I look at him with a hint of worry, pulling the blanket closer to me. I don’t want to leave. I just want to stay here and deal with everything threatening to consume me. I’m overwhelmed.
“I have to go see my father.” It takes a moment for his words to sink in. I know his father’s the one who sold him out. Tears prick at my eyes, but the anger keeps them away. “And you need to go to the safe house.”
“And by ‘see’ you mean?” I ask with my eyes on the back wall, and a white-knuckled grip on the blanket.
“I’m going to kill him, princess. I’m going to kill him for what he did to you.” Gio’s voice is low and threatening.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper. I feel weak, but I don’t want to be left alone.
“I have to do this.”
I look up at him, pleading, “Then take me with you.” I don’t know why I asked. It sounds ridiculous, but the thought of him leaving shreds me.
“I can’t risk you. I can’t.”
“I don’t want you to go.” Tears stream down my face and I grip on to him.
He kneels on the bed and cups my chin in his hand. “My princess, I’ll be back. I promise you. Let me take you to a safe place. I’ll give you a phone, it’s untraceable, but I’ll know where you are and I’ll call you as soon as it’s done.”
My chest pains, clenching in agony. “Please don’t.” The wretched words leave my lips even though I know he’s going to go. There’s no stopping him. This must be done.
He crawls closer to me, the bed groaning from his weight and he holds me close.
I can’t resist the urge to take his lips with mine.
I pull him closer to me, gripping onto him, not wanting him to leave.
“Princess,” he breathes the word, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue slipping along the seam of my lips until I part for him.
He groans into my mouth, pushing the covers away and letting his hands roam over my body.
We’re both covered in blood and filth. But I don’t care. I want him. I need him. I have to have him close to me, consuming every part of me.
“Don’t leave me,” I plead with him. Breaking the kiss only to help him strip his shirt off.
“Once more,” he says, letting the shirt fall to the floor. His chest is bloodied and bruised, and it makes my heart clench with pain. I close my eyes and listen to his words as he adds, “And then never again.”
He slowly lowers me to the bed, kicking his jeans off. When I open my eyes, I see his piercing gaze, full of devotion and so much more. Love. I know he does. But I need to hear him say it.
He pushes my legs wider, his hips butting against mine as he lines the head of his dick up at my entrance.
He eases himself slowly into me, moving back and forth, inching his way in. My neck arches, and my nails dig into his back.
I gasp, only then realizing that I’d been holding my breath as he slams deep inside of me, buried to the hilt.
Yes!
I need to feel all of him. Every inch of my skin comes to life as he moves in and out of me with a relentless pace. The headboard knocks against the wall as my head thrashes.
Gio grabs my chin and molds my lips to his, kissing me with the passion I have for him.
My heels dig into his ass, wanting more. I want the beast that’s taken me, I need him now.
“No,” Gio says, pulling away from me, but not stopping his merciless pace. “I need you like this. Raw and vulnerable and with me,” he kisses me hard and with a desire that I can’t deny. “Just like this.” He pushes himself all the way in and pulls out slowly, taking his time and driving my release further and further up.
“Gio,” I whisper as he kisses along my neck. My body heats and sweet desire stirs low in my belly, threatening to shove me over the cliff.
“I love you,” I whisper the words as my back arches and my hardened nipples rub against his chest. The sensitive skin is directly connected to my throbbing clit and it brings me that much closer.
