Page 19 of Corrupted Memories
“I see you still follow directions so well,” I tell her, my hand coming to push back one side of her hair and tuck it behind her ear. She looks up at me with contempt and I smirk. “You know what to do, love. Suck my cock like you used to, like my own personal whore.”
Her breath hitches and I can see her thighs squeeze as her attention falls back down. She strokes me before leaning over and giving my head a tentative lick.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Don’t fucking tease me, or I’ll force it down your throat until you can’t breathe.”
Gianna pauses and I reach down, gathering her hair at the back of her neck and tilting her face up. “Do you want that?”
She’s silent for a few seconds, debating before she shakes her head and I let go of her. She pulls me into her mouth, stroking the base of my shaft, and my fists clench as the fire gathers in my spine and my load threatens to blow already. Fuck, it’s been so long. So long since I’ve felt the wet warmth of her perfect little mouth. Her small tongue sweeping under the tip of my dick has me closing my eyes briefly, and she moves a hand to squeeze my balls. Needing to look at her again, I reach down to run a knuckle down her cheek and moan as she pulls me farther in with a strong suck.
“Fuuuck.” I put a hand on her head, not limiting her movement as I slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. “Just like that. So fucking good.”
My dick swells harder at the warmth of her mouth. He knows he’s found his way home. The pleasure wouldn’t be the same if it was another woman on her knees before me. Gianna owns more than just my thoughts, even if she doesn’t realize it.
I wish I could prolong this moment but I’ve been struggling to hold back since the minute she lowered to the floor. I grab her face andshe looks up, knowing what’s going to come next, and she puts her hands on my hips as I thrust as far as I can. As soon as I reach the back of her throat and feel the clench of her muscles while she gags, I come with a groan, forcing her to swallow as I hold her in place. She does it like the good girl she fucking is and I pull out. She gasps for breath, wiping away some drool and cum on her chin.
I’m panting just as hard as I tuck my dick back into my pants and she stands. The flush of her cheeks tells me she’s as affected as I am. If I didn’t know it would push her too far, I would bend her over my desk and fuck her until she’s walking out of here with a limp. Instead, I’ll have to leave her with another gift that will hurt just as much.
“If you loveJeremy”—I scowl at the bitter taste of his name in my mouth—“as much as you claim to, you wouldn’t get on your knees for another man.”
Her eyes flash with shame and I don’t catch her hand quick enough as she slaps me. The resounding smack echoes in the silence and I rub my cheek. She always had a strong swing.
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” she says.
“Perhaps next time.”
Gianna spits on the floor near my feet, shoving the contract off the desk before moving toward the dooras her eyes start to redden, and I know tears will soon follow. “Stay away from me.”
“You came to me,” I say, moving to sit at my desk as I lean back. “You dropped to your knees without argument. Stop fighting this, Gianna. You belong to me and you know it.”
She storms out of my office, slamming the door behind her. I smile and pick up the discarded papers off the floor, straightening them as I chuckle to myself. Nico surpassed all expectations by pulling this off. I know he used a personal favor from a judge to get it to go through. I’m sure I’ll have to repay him tenfold, but after that little encounter, there isn’t anything I’m not willing to do or pay to make her mine.
Chapter 7
Gianna
Matt isat my apartment when I return. I avoid his furious glare as I hurry past him into my kitchen. Grabbing a soda from the fridge, I hold up a can and he shakes his head as I lean against the counter and open it, sipping it slowly to settle my stomach. Shame has had it turning all the way back from the city.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to visit him?”
I take a few more sips, trying to steel my nerves before sighing. “You would have stopped me.”
Matt stands up in a flurry. “You’re goddamn right I would have. He could have kidnapped you! And you didn’t even take your bracelet!”
It’s my turn to be outraged as I take in my brother. “You already know how he is! This is all a game to him, running would have made it worse. Plus he’s messing with Jeremy, and I can’t have that on my conscience if I were to try to run again.”
He frowns. “What do you mean he’s messing with Jeremy?”
I wave to the pile of papers Jeremy left on my counter. “Filed a restraining order on my behalf. And Sebastian says I need to break up with Jeremy and move in with him or he’ll do worse.”
My brother grabs the stack and starts rifling through the papers, causing the creases between his eyebrows to deepen. “It’s a restraining order, G. Not that big of a deal.”
My mouth drops, stunned at his nonchalance. “A restraining order against a lawyer is a big deal! It can impact everything for him. And this is only the beginning, you know Sebastian can do worse.Permanentlyworse.”
Matt’s eyes shift to the side, and his lips pinch like he doesn’t know how to say what comes next tastefully. “Gianna, we can assume a lot of things, but I’m not looking to make hasty decisions at the risk of Jeremy’s life. It just… doesn’t matter in the scale of things.”
Even if my brother isn’t a big fan of Jeremy, the man has always been sweet and patient with me… aside from the night he left without a fight or goodbye. But I can’t blame him for it, we were all caught blindsided.
I scoff at Matt’s response. “Oh, so would you rather him threaten my life? Then would it matter?”
