Page 27 of Twisted Throne
“If you want me to act like it didn’t happen then you’re damn well going to tell me why,” she retorted.
I took another deep drink, then sat my glass down with a clink, and cocked my head to look at her.
Although she looked nervous, she didn’t drop her eyes.
“Sleeping with the boss’ daughter isn’t typically good for your career. Especially in this line of work. I’ve worked my ass off since I was a kid to earn respect and to get to this position. I’m not throwing it away for a lay no matter how much I’d enjoy it.”
“A lay? Seriously?” She put her hands on her hips and frowned.
“Look, it took me a long time to end up here. I started the work because it was either that or rot away in the slums like most of the other people there, including my father. But now it’s my life and I’m not going to do anything to screw it up.”
“I heard a bit about your parents… I’m sorry about your mother,” she said softly. “I understand what it’s like, it’s horrible it happened to you so young.”
The pity in her eyes was infuriating. Who was she to know how the hell I felt?
I drained the rest of my drink, then slammed the glass down onto the bar so hard that I was shocked it didn’t shatter. Gia jumped but held her ground.
“You don’t understand a damn thing about anything, least of all me,” I said harshly.
“I j-just meant that I know-”
“No, you don’t fucking know,” I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “If there’s something you need, go find Elena or Angelo. I’m through with fucking babysitting duty.”
I’d expected her to leave after that clear dismissal. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and glared at me.
“Look, I know you’re mad at the entire world, but this whole ‘poor me’ act is getting old,” she snapped. “Everyone has their stuff but that’s no excuse to treat people like shit.”
“So you don’t like the way I treat you?” I asked her, moving closer until we were almost touching. “Then tell me how you want me to treat you,soubrette.”
Her breathing quickened. Her hand started to reach out toward me, then stopped just shy of my chest. I waited to see what she would do next. She was biting her lip as she hesitated. Then, without warning she stepped into me and pressed her lips to mine.
The awareness that I was in Angelo's house, kissing his daughter in the midst of a war with Sabitino rapidly dissolved as she pressed her body against mine. Her skin was hot and flushed. Before I could think I lifted her up to sit on top of the bar.
Without breaking our kiss, I pushed her legs open and pressed forward until I could feel the heat from between her legs pulsing against my cock. She moaned against my mouth and clung to my shoulders.
I moved one hand to the nape of her neck, and the other I began to slide slowly up her inner thigh. Gia leaned forward, spreading her legs even wider, pressing up into me. I groaned as she dropped her hand down, gently rubbing against the tightness in my pants. I nipped at her bottom lip, and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist.
I heard footsteps sounding on the tiled hall outside the heavy door, and pulled away from her.
“Oh!” she yelped and I snatched her around her waist, lifting her off of the bar and setting her down lightly on the floor. She steadied herself against the edge of the bar and I walked around and grabbed the bottle of whisky from below the bar to top off my drink. Angelo only ever had top shelf in his home, and this whiskey was no exception. The footsteps passed by the door without anyone coming in. Still, it was a close call. It wouldn’t do for someone to walk in and see me fucking the boss's daughter on top of his bar, regardless of how much she wanted it. Regardless of how much I wanted it.
“Need a drink?” I asked her.
Her face turned red and she adjusted her clothes slightly.
“Yeah, I do,” she said, emotionless.
I grabbed another tumbler and poured her out a generous slug of whiskey. Sliding the glass over to her, I raised mine, and smiled at her mockingly.
“To things that never happened.”
Gia stared me down, then polished off her drink in one gulp.
“Thank you for letting me know where I stand,” she said levelly, although her eyes burned dark green with anger. “Don’t worry, I won’t bother you again. Have fun being alone and miserable.”
For a moment I thought she was going to chuck her empty glass at my head. But she set it down carefully, barely making a sound. She stepped to the door, back rigid. I wanted to call out to her, to lock the door, and take her for my own.
Instead, I stayed silent as she left. I poured myself another drink, swirling the dark liquid around in the bottom of my glass.