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"That's some stupid shit. You need your brain to understand your opponent otherwise, you may come across like Santa Claus, something I believe is a rather serious hazard in your line of work."

"Hey, smartass, if you wanna trade jobs then say so."

I gag and he bursts out laughing.

"Anyway, just a recap on the Tennessee," I say, referring to his casinos. "I didn't find anything in the FCB database this week. Looks like you're whistle-clean.

"Awesome, l'll tell the boys then—" Gino begins.

"There's one more thing," I hesitate before I say. "This is as good a time as any to tell you there's a woman, Gino."

"Yours?" At my grunt he continues, "About fucking time. Does she understand what you do with me?

"No, not yet, but I want her covered."

"Aha!, I knew there was a reason you called me again. Who is she then?"

I tell him everything he should know about Bonnie.

"So, you finally found yourself an Italian girl, I must have rubbed off on you a lot." Gino teases.

"Did you not hear the part where I said she's Irish?"

"With an Italian surname?"

"Your point being?"

"Nothing. It's done Loverboy."

I breathe a little easier knowing that although Bonnie doesn't need it right now, she has Giovanni DiStefano's protection. If she's going to be with me, then it makes sense for her to be as safe as possible.

I know she ran away this morning because of what happened in bed. What is going to keep happening if I have anything to say about it.

Given how hard she's freaked out, I'll hazard a guess that it doesn't happen often with her, so I decide to give her time and space, but ultimately, I'm making her mine.

Chapter 21

Bonnie

On the flight homeI’m silently stewing.

And so mortified and I have no idea how to face him again. I should have stopped while I could, but he made me—

Actually, he didn't make me do anything,Ibegged him. Repeatedly. Desire and curiosity outweighed my fear and anxiety. It’d been so long since I last had an orgasm, I didn't even remember what a good one felt like.

I try to recall what I felt on those nights trembling in the dark, touching myself to the thoughts of Jake Tyler, and the shame that came when I realized that I’d given into sin again. I can’t imagine that it felt anything close to the mindblowing, full-body vortex of pleasure Ethan plunged me in. I know it wasn’t close because, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to keep from crying out, and my parents would surely have found out.

Why would Ethan turn down a blowjob in the middle of foreplay, though?

Because he wanted to watch you come for him, that's why.Thinking about the way I went off, I want to kick myself in theass. Now, he’s going to think I’ve never had an orgasm before and feel like some kind of sex god.

Maybe there’s a reason he’s called Zeus. If his fingers felt that good, how would his big cock feel?

And it’s thinking like that that got Slutty Siobhán into trouble.

The months after debs when I woke up to see the revulsion in my father’s eyes were easily the worst of my life.

I remembered Jake roughly kissing and undressing me and getting more frantic with the more of my skin he bared, and I remembered the harsh mocking words, but everything else after that was blank.