Page 40 of Brutal Obsession
A wave builds in my womb when he blows his hot breath against my ear. “What did I say, Valentina? When I catch you, I get to fuck you.”
“Leave me alone!” I shout in the direction I last saw the guard, praying he will hear my screams and prevent an imminent assault. “Get off me!”
All my protests are fake. I ache for Giovanni, and although I hate myself for it, there’s no use denying the truth.
Giovanni’s thumb grazes the throbbing vein in my throat, wordlessly calling me out as a liar, before he lowers it to the top button of my shirt. My nipples harden at the slightest brush of his palm against my breast, and I grit my teeth.
I’m not meant to enjoy being treated like a commodity.
After popping two buttons, he raises his dilated eyes from my erratically panting chest to my face. “Why did your appointment at the clinic take so long yesterday,dolcezza?”
Huh?
Why is he interrogating me? I did nothing wrong.
When I say that to him, his smirk makes my insides squeeze, and then he undoes another two buttons. “Valeria claims your actions were intentional. According to her, you saw us at the clinic, and it prompted you to exert yourself into our arrangement. Is that true?”
“No!” My fight picks back up, and I whack into him. “Of course it isn’t true. Why would I do that? What benefit would I get from doing something so heinous?”
My throat burns with uncertainty when he murmurs, “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
“What?”
He dances his eyes between mine for several heart-thrashing seconds before he repeats, “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That’s how much Valeria is willing to pay for you to carry her child.”
My anger is already at its boiling point, and the reminder of how I’m being portrayed adds gasoline to the fire. I’m not a money-hungry gold digger willing to do anything for some coin. My only wish is to help fund my mother’s cancer treatment.
I’ll keep that information to myself for now, though.
Revenge forever trumps someone else’s reprieve when you’re angry.
“And you, Giovanni? How much are you willing to pay?”
He balks, and that’s when I make my move. I slam my knee into his groin, push him off me, and then clamber back onto my feet. “You can keep your damn money. I don’t want it.”
Mud splashes my face as he grabs my ankle and yanks my legs out from under me. I land breasts-first on the ground a secondbefore Giovanni flips me over, and then he looms over me like the slosh beneath us didn’t saturate my shirt and skirt.
I push at his chest and claw at his arms. “Get off me, Giovanni. I’m serious this time!”
This could be my anger talking, but I swear his balls are gargling in his throat when he replies, “You’re serious?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to get off you?”
“Yes!”
He rocks his hips forward, immediately making me a liar.
“Tell me again you want me to get off.”
I look him dead set in the eyes while growling, “Get. Off. Me.”
This time, he digs his shoes into the soggy earth to leverage his rock.
The instant the head of his throbbing fat cock rolls over my clit, my brain turns to mush and nothing but the chase of climax is on my mind.
Two more grinds and I’ll be done.
