Page 81 of All the Dangerous Things

“I do.”

He hummed, and I realized I’dspoken out loud.

He leaned forward, his lips by my ear. “I want nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.”

I licked my lips and softly moaned at the image that conjured up.

“But I have to have some kind of self-control, baby, especially where you’re concerned.”

“No, you don’t, Gio. I don’t want you to have any self-control where we’re concerned.”

“Dio, ragazza. Le cose che mi fai. Il modo in cui mi fai sentire mi fa impazzire.”God, girl. The things you do to me. The way you make me feel drives me crazy.

His cell vibrated, and he kissed me sweetly before answering it.

I focused out the window at the vastness of the sky stretching out around us. A crystal glass of water was set in front of me, and I glanced about at the opulence of the private jet. But I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off Gio, my gaze always returning to him no matter how hard I tried to take in anything else, as he spoke softly and deeply to someone in Russian.

Gio was always composed, always in control. And even though his tone was easy and steady, there was a tension that always surrounded him that toldme how dangerous and powerful he was. It made my heart race.

I tried staring out the window again, but only after a moment of peering at the beauty of the open world around us, I felthim watching me. My eyes went right back to Gio, and I almost gasped at the possessiveness I saw directed right at me. As if he knew damn well I couldn’t stop admiring him.

Staring into his eyes was like falling into an abyss where only the two of us existed.

He hung up without another word, cutting off the other person I could hear still speaking, as he pulled the cell away from his ear then put it down next to him. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me toward him until our lips met in a soft kiss that soon heated into a frenzy.

And the longer we kissed, the more intense it became. There was no gentleness in the way he claimed me, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“I want more,” I said against his lips, and he groaned in response.

I arched against him, craving more, needing more of Gio. His touch was addicting, and I knew I’d never get enough. This was where I belonged, and I wanted to stay right here, in thismoment, forever.

When he finally pulled back, his breaths were hot and heavy. I saw and sensed erotic darkness pouring off of him.

“I’m going to make you see how much I want you… how much you mean to me, Tatiana.” Gio said the words, low and filled with so much possession I almost told him there was no need to.

Almost.

He shifted so he could grip my waist and help me stand, andbefore I knew what was happening, he turned me around and gently pushed me forward with a big hand right between my shoulder blades.

I had to grip the seat ahead of us—my palms resting on the smooth leather as I curled my nails into it, holding on for whatever was about to happen in this vulnerable position. I was stretched out, the imbalance that forced me to keep my hands occupied a form of bondage without ties, making me feel exposed even though I was completely dressed.

I looked over my shoulder, feeling my cheeks heat because of how intently he watched me. I let my gaze travel lower and rolled my hips forward until I could see the massive erection pressing against his pant leg.

God, he was so hard for me.

And when he saw where I was staring, Giograbbed the zipper of his slacks and dragged it down. He pulled out his huge, thick, and long cock and started stroking himself from root to tip until pre-cum beaded at the slit. He used it as lubrication and kept jerking off as I watched him.

“Lift your skirt, pull your panties down, and let me look at the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I shimmied the material up to my waist before I gripped the edge of my panties and pushed them down to my ankles. Before I knew what was about to happen, Gio slid his hands along my inner thighs and pulled my legs apart. But with my panties around my ankles, I could only spread them so wide. It was enough for Gio to get to me, though… thank God. Not only did I need him to touch me, to sate this burning need, but I also wouldn’t put it past him to rip my panties in order to give him the room he desired.

“So perfect,” Gio said, seeming to be speaking to himself. He had his hands on my ass, his palms so big, so masculine, they covered the mounds.

I couldn’t breathe, and the lack of oxygen was making me feel dizzy. It’s why I didn’t contemplate what his filthy plan was before Gio had my ass cheeks spread, the chilled air touching the most sensitive parts of me.

Goose bumps popped out along my flesh, and I shivered.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his mouth so close to my pussy I felt the gentle current of his warm breath along my folds and ass.

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