Page 40 of Dangerous Games

Shit.

He’s really angry.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Gio asks, his jaw clenched.

Do I have something I want to tell him?

“Um, no?” My answer comes out as a question because I’m so fucking confused.

“No?” Gio repeats, his tone taking on an edge I haven’t heard before.

Goosebumps pepper my skin, but not in fear. No, this feels like a promise of something that’s coming.

I clear my throat and squirm in my seat. My eyes dart around the room, the heat in his gaze is too much to take. “No.”

“Eyes on me, cara.” Gio’s order whips around the room, sending a rush of heat between my legs.

My eyes slowly roam back up, landing on the bulge that’s eye level with me. His dick is hard and resting against his thigh, straining against his slacks. I can feel myself growing wet at the thought of Gio being hard for me. I feel a sense of power knowing I did that to a man who has everything he wants, and if he doesn’t have it, he takes it.

“Eyes. On. Me.” I blink, looking up at him through my lashes. His nostrils flare from me listening to his command. “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. Did you forget to tell me something?”

I quickly run through my day trying to remember anything that had happened that he would be upset about, but my mind comes up blank. I can’t think clearly when a weapon of mass destruction is staring me in the face.

“Bronwyn,” Gio snaps.

I swallow before rushing out a quick, “No.”

Gio’s face hardens. “Wrong answer, baby.”

I stare up at him, confused.

“Get on your knees,” Gio orders.

My breath hitches as my body reacts before my mind can catch up. My butt slides off the couch, and my knees hit the ground. As my lips part, Gio’s tattooed hand moves to his belt, and then to the button of his slacks, undoing it slowly. My tongue darts out, slowly licking my bottom lip as Gio slides his slacks down a few inches, taking his boxers with them until his aching cock springs out and the band of his boxers is tucked underneath his balls.

I inhale his musky scent as I watch a drop of pre-cum leak out of the purple head. He’s average in length, but he’s thick. Jesus Christ, that girth. I press my thighs together, trying to ease the ache that’s growing between them as I think about how it would feel to have him stretch me. I bet it would hurt a little. The good kind of hurt that would have me begging for more.

“Suck,” he demands.

My tongue flicks out, licking the drop of pre-cum before it falls as my hand wraps around the base of his dick, gripping it tightly. My eyes flutter closed as a soft moan escapes me. He tastes of salt, sin, and promises begging to be fulfilled, all wrapped up in one. He tastes like an addiction I’m never going to be able to kick.

I take the entire head in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I suck and lick while my hand pumps the base of his cock. I set a steady pace, occasionally taking him deeper and shallower, picking up the pace and slowing down.

Gio’s hand laces through my hair, tugging hard until tears are leaking out of the corners of my eyes as the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, making me gag.

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing himself deeper down my throat. I moan around him as I take him deep, looking up at him through wet lashes. “You look so fucking pretty when you cry with my cock in your mouth.”

Using the hold he has on my hair, he moves my head back and forth, setting his own vicious pace. His breathing is labored and eyelids are heavy as he watches the show from above. I’m rubbing my thighs together, matching his pace as I try to find any sort of relief.

“Suck, ah, shit.” His head tips back, the tendon on the side of his neck bulging out. “You have about thirty seconds to tell me where you want me to cum.”

I knew my decision the second I tasted him.

I release the hold I have on his cock, my hands move to his ass and dig in.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Gio pumps his hips faster as I suck harder. Two more pumps and his hot seed floods my mouth, spurt after spurt hitting the back of my throat. It keeps coming, too much for me to swallow at once. I can feel his cum seeping out the corners of my mouth and trickling down my chin as he lazily pumps in and out of my mouth as his cock softens. Gio stares down at me with an easiness about him that I’ve never seen before. His thumb reaches up to my face and gently wipes away the cum. “I was wrong. You look even prettier with my cum leaking out of your mouth.”

Gio removes his softened cock from my mouth with a pop. I watch from my knees as he tucks himself away. His hand stretches out toward me, and I stare at it, once again back to not knowing what he wants.