Page 13 of Sweet Retribution

As soon as we’re inside, I press her up against the door and bite on her earlobe. “Tell me how wet you are right now, Gia.”

“Oh, god.” She begins to slump against the door.

I press her into it with my cock and slip my hands between the elastic of her sweatpants to grab her ass, an area left unmarked. She hooks a leg around my waist and grinds into my cock.

“Fuck.” I can’tnotfuck her when she’s like this. I need to take the edge off her so she calms down. SoIcalm down.

I slide my fingers down her crack until I reach her wet core. Her panties are soaked. I tell myself it’s a primal reaction and doesn’t necessarily mean she wants me to fuck the breath out of her right now.

“Yes, Stone. Touch me.”

I nip at her earlobe and she moves her head so her lips come dangerously close to mine. I’ve never been tempted by a woman’s lips. Not until now. Pink, wet from her tongue, and begging for me, I look away.

Kissing Gia is the same as making unkept promises. Any promise I make will be a lie. The only one I made was to keep her safe, and I failed miserably at it.

I won’t promise to be there for her, to comfort her, to be good for her. A kiss will make her believe all those things.

“Stone,” she begs again.

I stop toying with her clit and jam two fingers in her pussy. She screams in pleasure and arches into me. I’m not gentle, reminding her how bad I am for her. That this is purely fucking and nothing else. No emotions. No feelings. No promises.

Her mouth searches for mine again, and I quickly pull out my fingers and drop her leg from my hip. I spin her around and pick up her hands, roughly slapping them against the door.

“Spread your legs,” I bark, not letting her forget how much of an ass I am.

She obeys instantly. I take in her fuckable ass covered in navy blue sweatpants. I love how easily accessible the loose fitting clothes make her pussy.

I push down her pants, and she steps out of them when they pool around her ankles. I put one hand on the small of her back and she bends forward at the hips so her ass sticks out. I drop to my knees and spread her legs wider with my shoulders while I fuck her with my tongue and fingers.

Wet, soft, and tight. She’s perfect. She moves her pussy against me, setting the rhythm. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and reach around with my free hand to cup her breast. In seconds, she’s screaming out my name, her pussy clenching me, as she bucks against my face.

Her orgasm lasts longer than any of the previous ones and I keep lapping at her until she’s come down from her high. Her legs tremble as soon as I pull away. I leave her there and get a towel from the closet to wipe my face, then start to clean her.

I stop as soon as she moans and hand her the towel. I’m an asshole, I need to remind her. I don’t deserve her gratitude. As soon as she moves away from the door, a sexy smile curves her lips.

I have to do it.

I can’t let her believe in the impossible.

Reaching behind her, I turn the knob and open the door. Then walk away.

I want her to feel the rejection. I want her to hate me. It’ll keep her strong and in sound mind. It’s what’s worked for me for over a decade.

Walking away is one of the hardest things I’ve done. Not because my dick is heavy with need. With want. For Gia. Only Gia.

Not because I didn’t get to fuck her. My gut is heavy with guilt for hurting her. Intentionally hurting her. I can picture her amber eyes pooling with tears. Her brows furrowing in confusion right before she kicks at the door and curses me.

Good. The anger will keep her safe. As soon as she becomes comfortable and complacent, bad things happen. Proof of that happened last week at the farmer’s market.

I’m not even to the house, and I already regret my decision. I can’t go back now though. Gia needs to remember why she’s here. That I kidnapped her and forced her to marry me so I could gain access to her family’s estate.

So I can kill her father. End his sex trafficking ring.

And now an added mission.

Kill Antonio Rossi.

Nowhere on my to-do list does it allow to fall for Gia Parisi Parlatore.

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