Page 48 of Twisted Throne
“Gia.” A voice whispered into my ear, pulling me from sleep.
“Paul?” My eyes shot open.
He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder.
I bolted upright, throwing my arms around him and squeezing.
“You’re back!” I murmured into the hard planes of his chest.
He grasped my face between his rough hands and tilted my chin up until I was looking directly at him.
“I told you, I’ll always be back.”
I pulled back to look him over. He seemed tired but otherwise uninjured.
“Did everything go okay?” I asked him tentatively.
“It went as expected,” he replied shortly. “But I didn’t come to your bed to talk business.”
Not breaking my gaze, he slipped his hand under the thin sheet covering me and brushed his fingers lightly across my chest, sending shivers across my body.
“Paul, I still don’t know—”
“What is it that you don’t know?” He paused and looked up at me.
“I still don’t know if I can handle all of this, Paul!” Dropping my eyes, I looked down at my lap and continued. “Staying up all night, knowing that you’re putting yourself in danger! Just waiting and wondering if you’re alive or dead… I just don’t know if I can do that night after night.”
“Who gets toknow? I could die, yes. You could die. Angelo could die and we’d all have to run for cover. Anyone can die at any time. No one knows when their time is up. This is my life,soubrette, it isn’t going to change.” He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at his face. “But tell me, do you expect your life will be any less dangerous without me? You have chosen LaRosa, and yourfamigliais not a peaceful one.”
“I know that!” I countered. “But a week ago I was scrabbling for temp jobs and dodging my sleaze of a landlord. Now there’s—there’s so much more. It’s a lot to take in at once. And I can’t think straight when you…”
“When I what?” Without looking away, he dropped his hand back down to cup my breast in his palm. Prickles of heat raced across my skin.“When I do this?”
He spoke again before I could attempt to answer.
“Or maybe when I do this?” His hand darted down to tease along the waistband of my panties.
“Paul, please… don’t stop.” I grabbed his wrist and tried to push it down further, to quench the heat that pulsed in my pussy.
Smiling wickedly, Paul quickly removed my hand from his wrist and pushed me back down flat onto the bed in one smooth motion.
His fingers trailed down and he softly stroked the heat between my legs. I felt myself soak through the cotton of my panties already. He continued to slide his fingers back and forth, pressing the damp fabric against my slick flesh, the friction against my swollen clit stoking my desire higher and higher.
I squirmed under his touch, desperate for more.
He pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and slipped his fingers inside me. I whimpered as he slid in and out of my wet pussy. He stroked and teased me, moving faster and faster until finally pushing me over the brink. I bucked and writhed under his hands and he placed his free arm on my shoulder pressing me firmly into the mattress.
The world blurred and I lost myself in the pleasure radiating through me, pushing against his hand as I shook and shuddered, pressing myself down against his hand. He withdrew his hand, adjusted my panties and gently pulled the sheet back up.
“Paul?” I asked him dazedly.
“We’ll finish this later.” Paul leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “I need to speak to Angelo to discuss some business.”
“And it has to benow?” Sitting back up, I crossed my arms to glare at him. “Why the hell did you come in here, then?”
Paul stood, laughing slightly.
“I thought you might want to know that I had returned.”