"I could say the same to you," she replied, lifting her chin.
Rodrigo's smile turned vicious, and he popped the button of his suit pants, reached inside them, and pulled his dick free.
Giana bit her tongue. She had brushed up against him in training enough to know he was big, but she couldn't tear hereyes away. He gave himself a long stroke, and her whole body flushed with heat.
Oh god, he is really going to do it. A red light was flashing in Giana's head, telling her she needed to tell him to stop.
She didn't. She just stood there, shocked. The heat of her anger was changing, turning to the twisted feeling of lust that she had been burning with when he kissed her. Giana looked away, and he made a snarling sound.
"Eyes on me, Giana. You wanted to be even. I never looked away from you that night," Rodrigo bit out. She glared back at him, and he smiled again. "Good girl. You watch it all. Tell me, did you ever think of that night?"
"No," she ground out through her teeth.
"Lie," Rodrigo laughed softly, his thumb stroking over his wet tip. "You ever touch yourself over it? Wondered what it would be like if I had taken over?"
Giana sucked in a breath at his audacity. "No."
"Lie. I've thought about that night every day since it happened. Iwantedto take over. I wanted to replace that vibrator with my fingers. My tongue. My dick," he continued, stroking harder. "If you had only asked me to, I would have made it a night even more memorable."
"How… How dare you?" she choked out, his words making her pussy clench and core ache.
Of all the fucking men in the world, why did it have to be him to get this reaction from her? She knew she had to stop this, but she couldn't.
Rodrigo was merciless, fucking his fist harder. "If you ask me to, I would bend you over this desk right now and fuck your sweet, little pussy with my tongue until you saw the face of god."
"The only thing you're going to be fucking is yourself," she snapped.
"Watch, Giana," he commanded, and she locked eyes with him with all the defiance that she had left. "Thereshe is. There is my queen." Two hard strokes later, Rodrigo came hard, his eyes burning holes into her. White covered his cock, his hand, his pants.
He panted, "Happy now? Are we even, yet?"
Giana walked toward him and plucked the silk handkerchief from his pocket. He was breathing heavily as she reached down, grasped his cock, and stroked it, smearing the fabric with his come and making him groan her name.
With shaking fingers, she folded it and tucked it down the front of her bra.
"Now, we are even," she snarled against his lips before striding toward the door. She grasped the handle. "Let me out, Rodrigo."
The locks buzzed, and the door swung open. She strode away and didn't look back.
26
The door of Rodrigo's office slammed shut behind Giana with a bang like a thunder crack. The sound didn't drown out the roaring in her ears, the sickening cocktail of fury, and a treacherous, unwanted desire still coiling low in her belly.
The scent of him, musky and raw, clung to her skin, mingling with the faint, expensive cologne on the pocket square she had stuffed into her bra.
You are becoming as fucked up as him.
All Giana knew was the desperate need to put distance between herself and Rodrigo before she killed him…or begged him to fuck her senseless.
She shut herself in the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. She needed to hit something, and the only thing she had was the heavy bags in the gym. She pulled off her clothes and tucked the smeared handkerchief and the heavy gold ring he had given her into the pocket of her makeup bag.
Her tights and T-shirt were already on the hook behind the door, ready for the day's training session that had been interrupted by the fucking Sicilians. Giana dragged on herclothes and headed out of Rodrigo's rooms. He still hadn't come out of his office.
Good, he can rot there.
Giana jogged down the marble stairs, taking two at a time and not stopping until she got to the gym. It was empty, as far as she could see.
She wrapped her hands to protect her knuckles, like she had for the previous few mornings, and headed for the heavy bags. She knew she should stretch and warm up first, but she couldn't stop. She punched the bag hard, again and again.
