Page 51 of Quake

My heart rate picks up as the realization starts to sink in that this may actually be happening. This man who’s become the star of every one of my recent fantasies may actually be about to help me live some of them out.

“Fair. Well, now that we have that settled.” He stands after depositing me into the middle of the bed. Pulling his shirt over his head, I’m graced with his smooth skin, a trail of dark hair scattered below his navel. Not for the first time, I have a full view of his incredible body covered in tattoos that skate up his neck, the black ink contrasting with his light skin and crystal-clear eyes.

He crawls over top of me like a predator, dipping his head to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone that has my nipples pebbling.

“What’s on your list?” he asks me in a sultry tone, lowering his melodious voice to an octave so low it reverberates through my chest, making me tingle all over.

“How’d you know I have a list?” I ask, suddenly breathless as he continues with his kisses, this time licking up the length of my neck so slowly that I can’t help but arch my back into him, holding back a whimper.

“Well, you mentioned wanting to try things, so I just assumed there was a list. If not, feel free to make one.” Another kiss. “I’ll be glad to play along for each and every one. I’m just a floor away,” he reminds me. I’m not sure if he’s joking or if he’s really offering what I think he is, but my body is coming alive under his touch.

“Little red, you haven’t answered me. What exactly are we doing here?” My mind short-circuits at that.

“If I’m little red, does that make you the big bad wolf?” I tease, biting on my bottom lip as I fight to hold back a smile.1

He releases a low chuckle, mouth popping open after sucking on the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. “It does if you want me to be,” he rasps.

God, that wasnoton my list, but it might be now.

“I’m not sure what to, uh, start with. Tyler wouldn’t do anything other than missionary.” IknowI now have an entire list written, and frankly, right now would be an ideal time to procure that, but I’m too stunned to think, let alone form words.

Is this really happening, or have I been imagining this man while listening to those audios too many times this week?

Gianni lifts up to stare into my eyes. His brows knit together, moist lips pursed. “First rule,neversay his name. Preferably ever, but definitely not while I’ve got big plans to bury my tongue deep inside your pretty cunt.”

I open my mouth to respond, but he presses a finger to my lips, my eyes going wide. “And since you can’tseem to make up your mind, I’ll give you two choices to start out with. Pick wisely, little red.”

He lifts the finger from my lips and says, “Option one, I dominate and praise you.” I suck in a breath at his words. “Option two, I submit to you and do whatever you ask of me.”

Oh, fuck me.

My thighs press together, trying to tamp down the ache settled between them.

Both of those options aredefinitelyon my list, but I really don’t think being the one in control is something I’m ready for just yet. “Dominate me,” I whisper.

Without another word, he dips his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of my shirt. My hands wind around his neck, twisting into the hair at the base of his skull.

He bites down hard, and a jolt of pain sears through me. His hand cups my other breast, twisting and teasing the nipple. “C’est un très bon choix, ma petite rouge. Je vais faire de toi ma sale petite salope de sperme aujourd’hui.”Such a good choice, my little red. I plan to make you my dirty little cum slut today.

Oh, for the love of all that is holy, does he know I speak French, or is this his internal monologue making an appearance when he thinks I can’t understand? In either regard, I don’t plan to call him out on it just yet.

“If at any time you’re uncomfortable, let me know, and I’ll stop immediately,” he tells me sternly, his face still buried between my breasts. When I don’t answer, his piercing blue eyes gaze up at me. “Answer me, little red, or this stops right now.”

I nod, squeaking out my response. “Yes, okay.”

“Good, now strip for me.” He sits back on his shins, watching me as I shimmy my shorts and panties down my thighs before my fingers make their way to the hem of my top.

I hesitate, blowing out a breath.

His brows pinch. “Something wrong?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he assesses me.

I swallow thickly. “I just—” I stammer, my hands feel clammy under his gaze. He waits, allowing me the time I need to find my words. “We can’t get too carried away,” I say, my voice quieting with each word. “My blood sugar drops with exercise, so I just have to be conscious of that and listen out for my phone alerting me to it, and—”

He nods, urging me to finish. “I just don’t want you to freak out,” I tell him, and he turns his head to the side like a puppy dog trying to understand what’s being said. I blow out another breath through my nose. “I haven’t gotten a pump yet, and I have a lot of extra bruises on my stomach because of it.” Once I’ve managed to get the words out of my mouth, he shifts his weight to hover closer to me, gripping my cheeks in his palms as he searches my eyes.

“Never,everfeel embarrassed for something that’s keeping youalive,Lark.”

I can feel hot tears pooling behind my eyes, but they don’t fall. Gianni senses what I need, so he places his hands over mine, helping me work my shirt up and over my head.

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