Page 7 of Beautiful Devil

The first thing I notice is her big, round ass in black yoga pants that act more like a second skin for how tightly they’re hugging her body.

Trailing my eyes up to her hips, I take in her voluptuous curves before landing on her white tank top showcasing sun-kissed skin…thank you, Boston’s August. The top leaves little to the imagination, and even from here, I can see that she has some pretty big tits on that small frame of hers. Continuing my ascent up her body, I watch as she stretches her neck to look up at Marco and I start to think about how I want to run my tongue along the curve of her jaw.

Get yourself together, man.

Shaking my head, I continue my assessment and land on her flawless face.

My God, this woman is stunning.

Her brown hair is up in a messy bun today and that beautiful smile she’s displaying as she looks at Marco’s smirk just makes her even more show-stopping and –God damn it.I can already feel my dick twitch.

I clear my head and take in the scene before me, a little shocked and a lot turned on, to see that Gia is holding her own and isn’t cowering away from Marco. If his almost-seven-foot stature hasn’t made her back away, then his ugly fucking mug of a face surely will.

But not Gia. His presence doesn’t seem to affect her at all. She almost seems like she’s about to…holy shit, is shelaughingat him? I’ve seen my fair share of crazy in my world, but I havenever, not once,seenanyonelaugh at Marco and live to talk about it.

I know how close he likely is to losing his cool; my hands start to shake, and I look down to see that I’ve clenched my fists so tightly that they’re turning white. We may be a lot of things, but weneverhit or touch women or children. Marco would never lay a hand on one either. Iknowthis. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting to jump out of this car and wipe that look off of his face if he so much as takes one step in Gia’s direction.

What is wrong with me?

Marco is my best friend, my right-hand man, one of the very few people I trust wholeheartedly. Yet here I am, wanting to beat the living shit out of him, all because of the look he’s giving her? I run my hand down my face as I think to myself,I need to get laid.

I'm so wound up and stressed, I just need to let off some steam. But my usuals aren’t doing it for me anymore, and the last time I was with Amber, I couldn’t finish and had to leave in the middle of fucking her from behind.

I was out of that hotel room before she could even roll onto her back screaming, “What the fuck?”

I knew she was pissed, but I didn’t give a fuck. She wasn’t doing it for me anymore. Instead, I went home and jerked myself off in the shower like a prepubescent teenager.

You know whoisdoing it for you, and who'scurrentlymaking your dick hard.

Not being able to stop myself, I roll my window down to get a better look at Gia. She must feel the heat of my stare, because she turns her head in my direction and makes direct eye contact with me for a beat before refocusing her attention back on Marco and Jeff. A few minutes pass before Gia walks away, giving me a clear view of her ass. Fuck me what a view it is.

My dick is rock-hard and straining against the zipper of my pants, begging to be set free. Running a hand over my face again, I let out a muffled “fuck” and lift my head just in time to watch as Gia walks her fine ass into the deli.

Soon, gattina.

CHAPTER3

GIA

It’s been a day.

Walking to the fridge, I’m in search of some liquid courage to help me tackle the mess that is my new home. Grabbing the bottle of Moscato, I pour myself a glass and take a much-needed sip as I continue to unpack the box of kitchen supplies at my feet.

It's late, and as tired as I am, I can't let my brain stop, becausestoppingmeansthinkingand after today, that’s the last thing I feel like doing.

I'm humming along to the low-playing music when I hear my phone ring. Looking over, I see the name of the one person aside from my parents who has been my rock through all this: My best friend.

"Hey, Elle," I say, answering the call and putting her on speaker.

"Hi, Gia. How did the big move go? I’m coming over with a celebratory breakfast in the morning.”

I can all but hear her beaming happily through the phone, because even though she knows I don't eat breakfast, that’s just who she is. She'll be here with a smile on her face, a coffee in hand for me, and a takeout bag of fluffy pancakes with all the trimmings for herself.

"Yeah, it's been…busy. Draining, emotional, you know – all the things. I'm currently drinking wine and unpacking the kitchen."

"I wish I could have been there today."

"Never mind about that. Tell me about the wedding. How was the reception? Any hot, single guys? Give me all the deets. I'm living vicariously through you. Spill."

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