Page 71 of Dangerous Games

I should be mortified, but I’m too far gone to care about it in this moment.

“Just letting you know dinner is ready,” Enzo’s amused voice sounds through the door.

One more tongue lap to my clit and I’m soaring over the edge. I shove Gio’s face into me as my back arches and I moan. Loudly. He lazily laps and licks as I come down.

I squirm away. “Sensitive,” I mumble.

Gio places a kiss on the top of my mound before coming up on his elbows, looming over me. He has a lazy smile on his lips. My juices are coating his short beard.

“I’ll never get tired of how hot you run for me. Feel better?”

I cock my head at him. “Feel better about what?” I ask, ignoring the first remark.

“I wanted you to relax. This is the fastest way I know how to get you to do that.”

I want to argue with him, but I can’t because he’s right. I’ve been so used to living my life feeling stressed out and full of anxiety that I don’t think I realized that I never truly relaxed until him. For someone who kills people for a living, he sure brings out my peaceful side.

“I feel better,” I tell him as I roll my eyes. “But did you really have to talk to Enzo? It’s obvious what we were doing in here now.”

Gio looks down at me with an amused smirk. “Cara, I didn’t need to say anything to him. He could hear you clear as day through the door. They may be solid wood, but they aren’t soundproof.”

I tense under him. “What?”

“You’re loud, baby.”

Oh my god.

My face feels like it’s on fire. “I can’t go downstairs now. Everyone is going to know what we did!”

“Calm down. Enzo isn’t going to say anything at dinner.”

My eyes widen as my brows raise. “At dinner? As in he’s going to bring it up at a later date?”

That’s it.

This is how I die.

Here lies Bronwyn. Dead from intense embarrassment.

“He might.” Gio shrugs. “But I’ll just rough him up if does. He knows what’s coming. Come on,” he says as he pushes off me. “Let’s get down to dinner. We don’t want to make them suspicious.”

Nothing was verbally said at dinner, but things were said at dinner.

Poor Camilla powered through like nothing was wrong. I’m not so naïve as to think she didn’t know what happened. Maybe I would have been able to stop thinking about it if Delaney and Wren hadn’t cast me knowing looks throughout the rest of the night. Delaney at least waited until Camilla wasn’t looking to ruffle up her hair and mouth “nice sex hair” at me before giving me a thumbs up.

I was wrong earlier. This is the moment I’m going to die of embarrassment. I cast glances at Gio throughout the night, and he seems unbothered by everything going on. It makes me want to take the fork out of his hand that he’s using to shovel food into his mouth and stab him with it.

Maybe then he will feel embarrassed.

I wiped away the mascara that was smeared down my cheeks before we came downstairs, but there wasn’t much I could do about my hair without any tools. I tried my best to run my fingers through it, but even that only does so much. My cheeks were still flushed, and my lips were swollen.

It was so fucking obvious.

But here I am powering through.

I just need to make it through this dessert course, and we should be done. If I don’t see his family for at least a month, maybe I’ll be able to forget this happened.

“So, Bronwyn, Matteo told me you live above the pizzeria. I always loved that unit. It’s full of charm,” Camilla gushes.