Page 75 of Taboo Flames

“Who made you the spokesperson for your pussy?” he asks, hands sliding up from my knee before slipping under his T-shirt that I’m wearing. “I think I’ll decide for myself what this hungry little pussy wants.”

I lick my lips, feeling my nipples harden as his long fingers trail up slowly to the pulsing junction of my legs. When his fingers finally brush against my wet sex, I release a gasp.

“Gio,” I sigh wantonly.

“Eat your pancakes, princess,” he whispers into my ear. “I worked so hard for them, and I’d really hate for my efforts to go to waste.”

He grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the kitchen island before he takes my seat.

I’m already shaking in anticipation by the time he pulls me to the edge of the counter, spreads my legs, and begins to kiss a path from my knee to the inside of my thighs.

Suffice it to say, Gio really meant it when he said he was hungry because he eats me like a starved man until I’m cumming with a scream, my body bowed from the force of my orgasm.

“Isn’t it sacrilege to be having sex on a Sunday?” I ask Gio after, as I eat my cold pancakes.

He’s on a call, but he pulls the phone away from his ear to say, “I’ll go for confession as soon as possible and absolve my soul of this terrible sin.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I noticed you said ‘my.’ What about my soul?”

“Religion is a personal thing,” he replies with a grin before returning to his call.

Ever since I ran from Gio after discovering his brutality, it felt like there was suddenly this sort of closeness and opennessbetween us. While he wasn’t exactly blurting out his whole life story to me, I could tell he was softer and less guarded.

Which is why I’ve been hesitant to tell him about the picture I found in Giordano’s library. I just knew such a conversation would have him shutting down again and destroying all the progress we were making.

It’s safe to say I’ve caught feelings for him, and I don’t know what to do about it. I should have suspected this would eventually happen, and I was itching to tell Gio. Especially since I know he feels something for me too.

I’m just not sure he’s ready to admit it.

I’m going to have to dig into that picture on my own. I’m still hellbent on paying Gio’s former orphanage a visit, which means I have to find a way to elude both Gio and Carlos.

I have no idea how I’m going to do that or if it’s even safe to drive out into the middle of nowhere when I have people sending me death threats.

I suddenly gasp, causing Gio to look at me sharply.

“What?” he asks.

“I remember something about the pimp.”

Gio immediately hangs up his call and turns to face me. “What do you remember?”

“He had a spider tattoo on the back of his palm, and I swear I’ve seen it somewhere else before,” I tell him. “I just don’t remember where. And don’t tell me it’s a coincidence. It’s not a coincidence. It’s an obvious identification.”

His gaze turns thoughtful. “Unless it’s a large gang, it’ll be difficult to put out the word that I’m hunting for a man with a spider tattoo on his palm.”

“If I noticed it, someone else has to have.”

“I’m just trying to be careful. These guys are controlled by a supposedly powerful man who doesn’t like people anywhere near his business.”

My eyes widen. “You know who is behind all this?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Giordano gave me some information concerning him. This man is a veritable ghost, princess. Nobody knows who he is or how to get to him. And trust me, The Godfather is a very connected man. If he can’t find someone, then nobody else can.”

I let out a disappointed sigh. “So this guy is just always going to be behind the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to catch me and chop me into tiny, disposable pieces.”

Gio chuckled. “You have an over-imaginative mind. He’ll more likely chain you down with weights and toss you into the ocean.”

I frown at him. “You’re terrible at comforting people.”

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