Page 48 of Bloody Savage God
I doubt she realizes some of my blood is still smeared across her chin, making her look like a vicious siren. You know the ones that lead men to their doom through song and beauty? Gianna’s song is her throaty order to put my hands over my head.
“Nice. Keep them there.”
She uses a belt to tie them together, and I let out a laugh when she runs her fingers under it to ensure the blood supply to my fingers isn’t affected.
“What?”
“After what you did less than a minute ago to my dick, you’re now worried my fingers get a bit numb? That’s damn funny, woman.”
It also makes me think the Italian Queen has started to actually like me, and hell if that doesn’t make me feel all kinds of possessive towards her.
Yeah, if I was obsessed with her before, it’s pretty fucking clear now that anything she does only makes me more certain I will never walk away from her. And not just because she’s about to fuck me to oblivion.
“Just so we’re clear,” Gianna says, her voice stern. “This is for fun. Nothing else.”
It’s like she read my damn mind.
She might just be having fun, but she’ll learn soon that she won’t get rid of me so easily. She is the one I’ll be coming back to over and over again. Fuck, I’ll never actually leave her side again. She’s mine and I watch over what’s mine. Not that I’m about to say that, since I’m fairly sure my dick couldn’t handle a tactical retreat on her part right about now.
I refuse to show my frustration at her words. Instead, I nod, playing it cool like she expects me to. I can pretend for a little while. “Got it. Just for fun.”
Gianna smirks, her eyes glittering with amusement. “Good. Because if you were expecting something more, I wouldn’t give a damn. I don’t worry about lovesick boy toys.”
That’s something this woman excels at. She knows her damn worth, and that’s sexier than a fucking cunt on a stripping pole.
I grin back at her. “Don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything. Just enjoying the ride.” It really is her fault if she believes anything a psychopath says, and there are those that would suggest that’s exactly what I am.
With a flick of her wrist, Gianna directs me to spin around, my hands still bound above my head. It’s not exactly easy to turn over like this, but I manage. I’m also pretty sure Gianna is getting a fucking kick out of watching me struggle.
“Show me what you’ve got,” she says, her tone challenging. I flex my muscles, teasing her. “You’re looking at the best, baby. I can take anything you dish out.”
Gianna gets up circling around the bed, her eyes taking in every inch of my body. I feel a shiver run down my spine as her gaze lingers on my crotch which might have been pathetic, but I’m too damn turned on to care.
“Is that so?” she murmurs, her voice low and seductive.
I swallow hard, suddenly feeling a surge of desire that has a lot less to do with my cock than with my head. This woman has a way of getting under my skin, of making me want things I shouldn’t. As if this is about more than being obsessed. But for now, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. I need to impress her, to show her that I’m worthy of her attention, because that’s the only way we’ll get to the good part.
With a hard yank, I tear free my restraint and jump up, charging at her. Gianna might play with fuck boys, but that’s not where she gets her thrill. She needs more than that, and we both know it.
She thinks this is just for fun? Well, I’ll make it fun for her.
Having the advantage, Gianna sidesteps me effortlessly, her movements fluid and graceful. I try to catch her off guard, grasping at her arm, but she’s too quick for me, dodging out of the way and landing a swift kick to my side. I grunt in pain, feeling the wind being knocked out of me. But I refuse to give up now that it’s getting fun, ready for another round.
Gianna grins at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “That’s more like it.”
I can feel the excitement tingling throughout my body as I stand back up, trying to catch my breath. I’m not out of shape, but this woman takes my breath away. Gianna’s confidence is infectious. This isn’t just about the physical attraction, although that’s definitely a part of it. It’s something deeper, something that I can’t quite put my finger on. Something that’s so feral, I crave her more than life itself.
“Come on,” she taunts me, beckoning me forward with a flick of her wrist. “Show me what you’re made of.”
I square my shoulders, giving her my best cocky grin. She’s a damn good fighter. but I’m not about to let her see me back down, nor will I let her win. I’m not that stupid. This is foreplay, and anything less than my full commitment will turn her off. I just know it.
I rush at her again, this time more carefully, watching her movements and waiting for the right moment to strike. We circle each other, both of us looking for an opening.
And then I see it - a split second when her guard is down. I lunge forward, grabbing her around the waist and slamming her back onto the bed. She lets out a surprised gasp, but I can see the gleam of excitement in her eyes and I’m not about to waste this moment.
I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. For a moment, we’re both frozen, caught up in the intensity of the kiss. And then she responds, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. It’s like nothing else exists except for the two of us, lost in the moment.
But just as quickly as it started, it’s over. Gianna pulls away, a smirk on her lips. “Nice move,” she says, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “But don’t get too cocky.”
