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The sudden urge to mercilessly devour her spurs me forward, but I hold back, I don’t want to frighten or overwhelm her. This is supposed to help, not reveal the kind of monster I am in bed. I need to ease her into this or she’ll never willingly come to me.

Gin’s moan catches my attention. She’s enjoying herself. That’s good.

Leaving her clit, I drag my tongue to her opening and thrust inside. Her startled gasp goes straight to my throbbing cock. Lazily, I tongue-fuck her until she’s writhing beneath me, her hips rising up to meet my face. Her moans, gasps, and shudders spur me on, harder and faster. When her thighs begin to shake, I ease off. Her whimpered protest is music to my ears.

I kiss her swollen lips, then suck down hard on her clit, locking her hips in place with my arms as she comes apart.

Gin screams out my name.Fuck yes.

“Blake!” Her body tenses, flushing a bright pink, then quakes as her orgasm rockets through her. I don’t let up until her trembling subsides.

I hum against her sensitive flesh. Satisfied. Then stand up, admiring my work. Ginevra’s hair is a wild mess of curls, her breasts heave as she catches her breath, and her unfocused gaze rests on me. I can’t help but round the bed and capture her lips with mine. She opens for me, and I sweep my tongue into her hot mouth, letting her taste herself. She makes a small noise of surprise before she sucks on my tongue.

Fuck me. I’d love to have her suck on something else right now, but that’ll have to wait for another time. Tonight’s about her, not my raging hard-on.

Peeling myself away from her, I drop one last kiss on her forehead. “Sleep well. I’ll be in later.”

“Oh. Okay.” Her gaze falls to the significant bulge in my trousers. “Don’t you want me to?—”

“No.” My tone’s clipped, and at the way her expression crumbles, I mentally kick myself. “I mean not tonight. I have work to do.”Like jerking myself off in the shower.“Oh, and we’re going out of town this weekend. The car will be out front tomorrow at ten. Be ready.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Just be ready by ten.”

Murmuring an affirmative, she curls up under the blankets, her heavy eyelids drooping closed. She’s asleep before I’ve even stepped into the bathroom.

I make quick work of stripping, turn the shower on cold, and step inside. Even the frigid temperature isn’t enough to calm my painfully hard cock. So I take myself in hand and jerk off like a teenage boy bursting with hormones, while picturing Gin spread wide on my bed and savoring the taste of her on my lips.

CHAPTER 14

Ginevra

Another text pops up on my screen and I do my best to ignore it, but my sisters and cousin are relentless. Someone told Arianna about my relationship with Blake and the news has spread. Now they’re past the point of asking, and demanding I give them answers. Of course they are. I expected this.

When Sophia and Arianna were taken against their will and forced into twisted marriage arrangements, they were free to tell their family what was actually going on. I’m not. I have to lie to everybody I love, or risk going to prison. It’s been over two weeks since Blake’s party and I still don’t know what to tell my sisters and cousin.

“You’re popular this morning,” Blake says. He’s seated beside me in the back of the town car. “Are you going to answer those texts or just let them pile up?”

I sigh. “My sisters are after me.”

“Oh? Have you told them about us yet?”

“Nope.” I pop theP. “I don’t know how to lie to them without actually lying to them. How did they find out that we’re dating anyway? Actually, never mind, Mama probably told them.”

“Or Dimitri Kozlov. I ran into him a while ago and told him we’re seeing each other. He probably went straight to his wife with that information.” Blake sounds disgusted by the idea of Dimitri sharing our news with Arianna.

“Hm. Well, either way, they all know.” I fidget with my phone. “What am I supposed to tell them?”

“How about the truth, except you can leave out the blackmail part.” He turns his full attention on me and continues. “We’re dating—which we are. You’ve moved in with me–which you have. We like each other–which we do.”

I snort. “Do we?”

“I can tolerate your company, so I think that qualifies as liking someone.” He actually sounds serious.

“Wow, what a great compliment. Well, I’m not sure if Ilikethe man who’s blackmailing me.”

“You can like me without liking the blackmail part.”

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