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“No.” My experience is not extensive or recent, but I’m not a virgin. That ship sailed when I was eighteen and fell for one of the guards Jason had watching me.
Gio hesitates for only a second, before yanking my hips closer and driving his cock into my welcoming body. Unused to being stretched like this, I whimper as he fills me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust and, honestly, I don’t want it. Right now, I need to be fucked hard and fast.
As Gio pounds into me, I wrap my legs around his waist and cross them at the ankles. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, but I can’t match the furious pace he sets. He’s as hungry for this as I am.
The gleam in Gio’s eye is one of pure satisfaction. He curves a hand around my breast and gently flicks the taut nipple withhis thumb. His touch is tender, loving. It’s at odds with the animalistic way he hammers my drenched pussy. He fucks me at a relentless pace, and I know neither of us will last. Pleasure swells inside me until I can’t bear it any longer.
“Gio!” I scream his name as he pinches my nipple.
My back arches off the table and I come with a sob, overwhelmed by emotion. Gio pounds into me again and again until he, too, reaches his climax. He roars as he floods my body with his release.
For several long seconds, neither of us moves. Then Gio pulls out of me. A twinge of pain makes me wince.
“Sorry,” he says.
“For fucking me?” I sit up and examine his face, finding nothing in his impassive expression to reveal what he’s thinking.
“No.” He tucks himself back into his clothing. “I don’t regret that. Do you?”
“No.” My response lacks conviction, but I don’t really regret what happened, only that I felt such an overwhelming need to give myself to a man I know nothing about. I hop down from the table, suddenly feeling less comfortable with my nudity. “I need a shower.”
Gio motions to the corridor to the right of the dining area. “Bathroom’s third on the left.”
“Thanks.” I smile a little too brightly and head off along the corridor.
The bathroom is bigger than I expected, considering how compact the rest of the house is. There’s a toilet, sink, and alarge shower cubicle. There’s even a bathtub sitting beneath a high window. I’m tempted to fill it and have a good, long soak. Instead, I opt for a shower, knowing it will help to refresh me.
Leaning into the glass cubicle, I switch on the shower. It’s preset to a nice cool temperature, so I step under the stream of water. I still haven’t processed the fact I’m no longer Jason’s captive. It’s strange to imagine I might make my own decisions about where I go and what I do. That all depends on Gio, I guess.
Giving myself to him may have sealed my fate. A man like him will believe that fucking me gives him some right to dictate my future. I don’t entirely hate the thought of being possessed by a man like him, but I’m not going to let him walk all over me. If he tries, he’ll discover this kitten has claws.
CHAPTER 5
Gio
When we were kids and had to share a bathroom, Matteo drove me nuts by hogging the shower every morning. Vain as hell from the first time he caught a girl checking out his pretty face, my brother used a hundred different products to make himself look and smell good. As up his own ass as he is, he never took this long in the shower. Eilidh’s been in there for forty-five minutes and counting. I think she’s trying to set some kind of record. If she doesn’t get out soon, I’m going to find the stopcock and turn the water off.
After the first twenty minutes, I went to check on her under the pretense of bringing her a pair of my sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear. Although I knew she’ll need the clothes, that wasn’t my primary motivation in going to see how she was doing. I worried she might not be okay with what happened between us, but she seemed fine when she yelled at me for interrupting her.
Though she said she didn’t regret us fucking, I’m not sure I believe her. The awful thought occurs to me that somethingbad might have happened to her when she was Jason Henry’s prisoner. I should have pressed her on why she’s not a virgin. She was just fifteen when she was taken, so I doubt she slept with someone before that. That means she lost her virginity under Jason’s watch. I’m worried one of his thugs forced himself on her. If Eilidh’s innocence was taken from her like that, I should have been more careful with her. I guess there’s no point in beating myself up until I know the truth.
Assuming Eilidh doesn’t plan to stay in the shower for the rest of the day, I decide to make breakfast. I didn’t expect to be here for more than a couple of days, so there isn’t much to choose from. Usually, I like to start the day with something healthy, like granola, but that’s not an option. The fridge and larder are stocked with the bare essentials, so I take out some eggs, bacon, and bread.
Before I start cooking, I send a message to Danny, asking him to buy some more food. Although I want to get out of here as soon as possible, I’d like to be prepared in case we need to stay here for a few days.
I take a couple of pans from the cupboard by the stove. The kitchen is basic, but I don’t need anything fancy to make a decent breakfast. Turning on two of the burners at a high heat, I put six strips of bacon in the frying pan, then drop a little butter into the saucepan. As it’s melting, Eilidh comes into the room. Her hair is wet from the shower and her lithe body is swamped by the clothes I left for her. She pads, barefoot, across the room and takes a seat at the kitchen island opposite me.
For a moment she says nothing, watching as I crack the eggs straight into the pan. A piece of shell drops in and I quickly retrieve it. I guess I should have cracked the eggs into a bowl firstand whisked them, but instead, I move them around the pan until the yolks and white are thoroughly mixed.
“So,” Eilidh says, as I turn the heat down under the eggs to stop them cooking too fast. “I’m thinking we’ll want names that reflect your heritage and mine, so if we have a daughter, it’ll be Ginevra Morag, and a son can be Murray Giuseppe.”
I shake my head. “Those are awful names.”
Eilidh’s mouth drops open as she covers her stomach with her hands. “Oh, poor baby, don’t you listen to nasty Daddy.”
I know she’s trying to provoke a reaction, but I’m not sure what she wants from me.
“Do you need the morning-after pill?” I ask, in case that’s what she’s hinting at.
