Page 34 of Ruthless Vows
Rather than answering her, I work the oil into her skin after setting the jar back down. Her little moans and sighs get the fucking best of me. Before I lose complete control over myself, I bring her to a sitting position, the leftover oil sliding down her skin. I bring her mouth to mine, pulling her into me as I bite down on her plump bottom lip, and she gasps.
I don’t intend on drawing blood, but I do nonetheless.
She breaks away and stares at me for a beat as tiny droplets fall to her chin, and then to her chest.
Fuck me.I didn’t mean to bite that fucking hard. My eagerness got the best of me. I’m not a man who is subtle. Who can easily control my emotions or my actions. It’s just never been easy for me.
“I’m sor—”
Giana cuts me off as she presses her mouth to mine again. She drapes her arms around my neck, pushing her body into mine. Her blood smears onto my lips as she forcefully takes what’s hers.
Whatcan’tbe hers. For fuck’s sake.
She pulls away, breathless, and silence lingers between us as I run the pad of my thumb along my lip and look down to see her blood covering my skin.
And then, I taste her.
Her pretty blue eyes grow wide as I suck every last drop of her blood from my thumb—the warm metallic liquid giving me a fucking incomparable high. I bend down and lick the droplets from her chest and then from her chin, cleaning her.
She’s not getting away from me easily now.
Morals be damned.
Gone isthe woman from last night. She’s been replaced with good girl Giana. The doting daughter and ever-disciplined prized possession of Gabriel Amato.
When Dante saved me from the man in the alley and took me to his favorite spot…it felt like I was living in this dreamworld. One where I was, once again, able to just be.
It’s like the best drug I could ever think of.
Moving freely. Living on my own terms.
When I spoke about his sister, everything clicked into place for me. This man isn’t just some sex club owner. He’s a good man. He cares about his family, and he had an unbelievable bond with his sister. One that’s left him hurting and messed up but somehow…still willing to step in and help others. Like me.
And then he asked me what I wanted to do, and goddamn, did he deliver.
I haven’t stopped thinking about him, or the club, or the moments we shared in that room together.
He took care of me in a way no man ever has. Even after we were finished testing my limits, he rubbed my stomach down with aloe and told me about proper aftercare before I left to meet back up with Niccolò. My brother was growing impatient, and I didn’t want to ruin a good thing by having my father find me out. After Dante explained the aftercare, he called me an Uber, begrudgingly, but I didn’t want my brother to see a random man dropping me off in a blacked-out vehicle.
He may be lenient with me, may treat me better than any other man in my family, but I know he’s also protective.
My thoughts trail back to Dante.
I thought I was just like this big trophy for him. A virgin being served on a silver platter…but it feels different now.
I could get used to him.
To the way I feel around him.
And that scares me because I can’t.
This room and these people only further remind me of that.
I glance around the enormous dining table at one of my father’s best friend’s restaurants, Signature Selections on Ninety-Fifth. My brothers, Gabriel Jr., Niccolò, and Matteo, sit in a line across from me, my mother and father on either side of me. And then there’s the Martínez family. I wish I were anywhere but here.
My father and Matteo were gone when Niccolò and I returned home last night. Had they not been, I’m sure we both would’ve faced their wrath for being late. I didn’t ask Niccolò what he told my father about us returning after our normal time, but whatever it was worked—my father hasn’t brought it up. And I know it’s because he trusts Niccolò more than he will ever trust me.
Gabriel Jr. eyes me as he stabs into his steak, giving me one of the looks I’ve come to know so well. He’s planning something. And I know I’ll be on the receiving end of his wrath tonight. I’m thankful for Niccolò and Matteo, each of them somehow having my back most of the time. But Gabriel Jr. has done nothing short of making my life hell for years.