Page 68 of All the Dangerous Things

The closer I got to where I knew Gio was, the more excited I became. I felt like I was addicted, needing a rush that only one person could give me.

I kept to the dirty concrete wall as I made my way to the back where the locker room was. I knew there were men here who were working for my brothers. They patrolled the area and kept everyone in check, but they were easy to spot, so I kept away from them. I didn't need them calling my siblings.

I pushed open the door and stepped into the room, closing it behind me and leaning against it as I took in the dark area.

A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling, casting this weird glow that made eerie shadows.

I could hear the showers running off to my right and moved toward the short hallway without thinking. The door that led into the washroom was partially open, steam billowing out. Although this place was bare bones and rundown compared to what it used to be, they had reinforced and updated the bowels of Butcher and Son to conduct their business dealings.

I silently stepped inside, the warmth and humidity immediately surrounding me.

It took a moment for my vision to adjust to the foggy interior, but when it did, I spotted the person I came here to see standing under the spray of a showerhead.

Despite it being hours after we saw Gio fight, I knew he probably destroyed several more men in the ring after we left and was just now washing that violence off.

The room had a toilet and urinal to the right. To the left was a large shower with white tile covering the walls and floor, and three showerheadswere positioned five feet apart. All clearly updated.

My heart was in my throat as I stared at Gio’s back. All that hard, tattooed flesh had my body warming, softening, and getting wetter than the water soaking him.

God, I was already drenched.

I shamelessly let my gaze travel down his broad shoulders, defined back, and stared at his

ass. He was so muscular everywhere, the percentage of his body fat no doubt miniscule.

He had his hands braced on the wall in front of him, his head lowered, the water turning pink from the blood of other men he beat the shit out of before disappearing down the drain by his feet.

And then he slowly turned his head, and my breath caught in my throat as our eyes locked.

He stood there a moment, just staring at me, not moving as the water cascaded down his naked form. Finally, he straightened and turned around fully.

Like the shameless whore I was when it concerned him, I didn’t stop myself from gazing at Gio’s chiseled chest and lower until I was gawking at his gigantic cock.

God, his dick was so hard already, and I knew he’d only get bigger. The twin weights of his ballshung under his shaft, swaying slightly as he shifted on his feet.

“Why are you here, little girl?” His voice was like aged whiskey. So smooth and deep, filling every part of me.

Him calling me “little girl” shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did. I licked my lips and felt my pulse race at the low growl that came from him in response.

“??? ????????? ???????,” I said to myself.This is fucking crazy.“You know why,” I whispered.

“Do I?”

I glanced down at his shaft again, his cock so long and thick. I remembered how it hurt every time he forced his way inside me, making me take every single inch until tears streamed down my face, but I only begged him to fuck me harder.

“Why do you act like I’m nothing to you after all we’ve done?” I asked, even though I knew it was all just an act. He got turned on the same way I did when he pretended to be so… apathetic. So indifferent. I knew it was all an arousing front because, after he used me and called me his pretty slut, he’d hold me and bare his soul to me.

He tipped his head to the side,watching me with a knowing look on his too handsome face, and replied, “You know why.”

I swallowed, the humidity in the room making my thin shirt stick to my chest. His gaze flicked down to my breasts, and I felt my nipples harden further. I knew he could see them through the white material, could see I was braless as well.

I’d picked this outfit on purpose.

“You like the idea of me making you my personal little whore. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I nodded slowly, twirling a strand of my hair while flicking my gaze back to his dick. I felt a trickle of wetness slide from my pussy and dampen my inner thighs. I was messed up to like that I was his sex toy.

“Use your words and tell me why you’re here. And don’t fucking lie, or I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit comfortably.”

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