Page 55 of Sweet Retribution

The pressure is from something entirely different. I straighten my laptop and the pile of papers I pushed aside so I could fuck Gia on my desk. I’ll never be able to get any work done here without thinking of her. Smelling her. Feeling her. Tasting her.

Gia opens the bathroom door and steps into my office looking fresh and innocent once again, with the exception of her slightly swollen lips. They’re red and plump from my kisses. Sucking on her bottom lip is as euphoric as sucking on her clit, only her mouth is more... intimate.

She sits in a chair opposite my desk and crosses her legs as if ready for a business meeting, showing no signs of being thoroughly ravished on my desk only a few minutes before.

“I assume this meeting is about Antonio Rossi,” she says matter of factly.

If she only knew the extent of it. Which she will. Soon. “Yes.”

“You need me to be bait again? It worked last time with Sandra Beckam.”

“Yes,” I repeat, even though that’s only partially true. I can’t lie to her, so I say nothing else. I don’t make empty promises, promises I’m not sure I can keep.

“I trust Marco and Tio are coming as well?”

“And Lucca.”

Her lips seal together and she gives me a curt nod. Having all three men there means the seriousness level is upped. I don’t have to spell it out for her, and for that, I’m grateful.

“Okay. What is it you need me to do?”

I think carefully about what I’m about to say. I don’t want to give her false promises, and I don’t want to scare her. I need her to be strong, to be brave.

“Stay close to my side. Follow my lead. Do what I say.”Trust me.

“The first is easy. The second, duable, the third...” She shrugs and gives me a flirtatious smile.

I want to smile back, to give her something, but I can’t. I need her to do what I say. Her life will depend on it. I reach in my desk drawer for my gun, and secure it in the holster at my back. The one strapped to my ankle is loaded and ready.

“Let’s go.” I stand and head to the door.

She follows me in silence all the way to the waiting car. She doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t flirt, and doesn’t let go of my hand.

The juxtaposition of the situation torments my mind. I need her to trust me, to hold on tight, yet I need to push her away as well. If Rossi thinks there’s anything real between Gia and I, the entire plan will blow up.

I look away from Gia and stare out the back window of the limo. Is there anything remotely real between us? Are we fucking because contractually we can’t fuck anyone else? Because we’re, in a way, trapped together?

I loosen my hold of her hand and take out my phone. There aren’t any calls or texts I need to make. No pressing emails to respond to. My men have handled it. Holding my phone instead of Gia’s hand helps put a bit of distance between us. Distance I need to clear my mind and focus on the act I’m about to perform.

The final act. The act that will end it all.

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