Page 40 of Scarred Hearts

Shit, okay.

Giovanna heard him and sighed.

Ty, keep your cool, and call me if you need me.

He hung up and I slid the phone back in my pocket. I gripped her hips tighter, tugging her against me. She rested her palms on my shoulders. I could tell there was something deep she wanted to say. Instead, she only replied with, “I really hate Ivan.”

“I won’t let him hurt you.”

“I’m not scared of those people,” she replied, her voice tinged with frustration. “They just make me nervous because they’re not going to stop. I’m here now and I want to stay in Boston. They won’t give up until I leave with?—”

My lips collided with hers, cutting her sentence short. I couldn’t resist her and had to have her. Our tongues danced together flawlessly just like every time we kissed. It always felt like a gravitational pull, and… just perfect. She moaned into my mouth, her grasp tightening as her long nails traced a path around to the back of my neck, pulling me even closer.

My hand slipped between her legs, my fingers brushing against the soft lace of her panties. The intricate pattern felt delicate under my touch as I stroked the fabric covering her pussy. She pressed herself deeper into my hand, seeking more of the connection we both craved.

“I wish we had time,” she whispered against my lips.

With a gentle tug, I slid her lacy panties to the side and brushed my middle finger against her already soaked entrance. Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft moan while I teased her with light strokes. “I’ll make time.”

An evil smile curled on her lips, adding a wicked gleam to her eyes. “Nahhh.” Suddenly, she twisted away from me, breaking free from my hold and taking a step back. “You left me tied up with a belt around my neck,” she taunted. “I had to call Kirsten for help, who showed up with Declan, by the way, and he had to free me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I let out a frustrated growl, yanking her back to my lips and kissing her fiercely.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Groaning, I broke the kiss. “I know you work for Luxe, but you better not fuck him.”

Another malicious grin crept across her face, and I didn’t like it. “And what if I do?” she taunted, turning away and sashaying to the door.

“I don’t give a fuck what Ian said about blood,” I countered when her hand touched the doorknob. “I’ll kill Ivan in front of you.”

She whipped back around, maintaining her audacious façade. Her eyes flashed with vicious pleasure. “I’m a crazy bitch. That’ll only turn me on more,” she retorted provocatively before yanking the door open with dramatic elegance.

Roxy stood waiting in the hallway, her face lit up with a bright smile. “A man named Ivan is waiting for you in L2,” she announced cheerfully.

“Thank you, Roxy!” she replied sweetly, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder at me. “Are you coming?”

“Yeah.” Adjusting my attire and trying to tame my rock-hard erection, I followed her out of the room. I took the opposite turn into the private corridor as she made her way around to the other side of the hall.

My nerves were on edge. I paced back and forth in front of the window, hands fidgeting with anxiousness. It felt like I was trapped in a cage, like an animal on display for all to see. She was taking longer than usual to enter the room, making me feel even more helpless and angry. Ivan strolled around confidently, his eyes scanning over the different toys and furniture in the dimly lit room. He paused when he saw a purple and black leather paddle on the bedside table, and a sneer formed on his lips.

Glancing back at the window where I stood just on the other side, he marched over, coming to a stop directly in front of me. He crossed his arms, his agitation evident in his body language, as he spoke to the glass. Though the viewing area at Luxe was well known to those who visited, they couldn’t see inside. I wished we had installed a way to communicate so I could hear what he was saying.

Just as my frustration reached its peak, Giovanna entered the room with a fake smile plastered on her face. She hugged him, placing air kisses on each of his cheeks, before joining him in the center of the room. The red glow provided just enough light for me to see their every move. I kept my focus on them, studying their interactions.

While the music played in their room, she swayed her hips. He leaned against the black metal bedpost at the foot of the bed. Several times, she tried to get him to sit on the leather couch or the red throne, but he wasn’t budging. It was unusual for a client to resist the girls’ attempts at manipulation. Fuck, I sighed.

Twisting around, she glanced at the window, grinding her rear into his middle with a deliberate, provocative motion. His hands gripped her hips, and he moved against her with forceful persistence before grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back toward him. She leaned into him, her mouth tightly balled in anger, yet there was no fear in her eyes, only defiance. Sneering, he shook her head roughly, speaking into her ear. It didn’t take a lip reader to know he was seething.

I placed my palm on my lower back, feeling the reassuring presence of my pistol holstered securely in place. These days, it was always within reach, along with a knife. I was prepared for any sign of trouble. But Giovanna seemed to have things under control. With an almost feline grace, she finally manipulated that asshole, coaxing him toward the couch with expert dancing.

He collapsed onto the cushions, his hands immediately sliding up to stroke her inner thighs while she faced me with a subtle, knowing smile. Slowly, she peeled off her top, letting it drop languidly to the floor. Then she slid her bottoms down with teasing slowness, playfully kicking them aside. Her gaze never wavered from mine as she rolled her tongue over her lips and glided her hands sensuously up her sides.

I was captivated by her beauty. She made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. With effort, I pulled myself out of the trance she’d cast over me and flickered my gaze back to where his hands were wandering. In an instant, I saw him pull out his cock just as she spun to face him.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered through clenched teeth just as he reached up, grabbing her hair and forcing her down onto the couch toward his lap. Panic and rage surged through me like a tidal wave. “Oh shit,” I cursed under my breath, breaking into a sprint down the dimly lit corridor, my footsteps echoing off the walls. Bursting into the main hallway, I skidded around the corner and dashed toward where she was being held. My heart pounded in my chest as I pressed my finger to my earpiece, desperately calling for backup.

Assistance in L2, NOW!

---