Page 12 of Claimed by my Stepbrother

We walk inside together, but Giovanni takes a hard right and goes into his office. I go to the kitchen and stare at the antipasto and fruit salad, but my stomach is filled with butterflies. I don’t think I can eat a thing, so I go up to my room and lie down on my bed to watch the clock until it’s time to get dressed.

7

ATTENDING THE GALA

GIOVANNI

Iwould say that Marcella outdid herself, but to be honest, Gabby could wear a paper bag and still be the most beautiful woman at this gala. Or anywhere. Seeing her in this gown makes me almost rethink going to this thing. All I want to do is strip her down and take her right here on the living room floor. My head buzzes with this raw need to bury myself inside her.

“You look fantastic, Princess,” I tell her as I lean in for a kiss.

“Thank you. You look handsome in your tuxedo, too. Are you excited about this evening?”

“Excited? Normally, I wouldn’t be. My attendance at these things is expected, and that’s usually the only reason I attend. I think tonight may be different, though. Being with you is exciting.”

“Not nearly as exciting as it is to be with you. I’m just an ordinary girl. You’re someone important and dangerous.”

“Are you frightened? Do I scare you a little?” I nibble the edge of her ear as I whisper.

“For some reason, no. I’m not scared of you. I know you’ll never hurt me intentionally and will always look out for me. It’s your enemies who should be scared,” she bows her head bashfully.

The cameras flash and every eye in the crowd turns to look at us as we walk the red carpet. Sure, I’m always a bit of a celebrity, but tonight, it’s Gabby that’s causing the stir. Everyone wants to know who this sexy, young woman is and how she ended up on the arm of the most eligible bachelor in Italy and, soon, maybe even the world.

Inside, the upper echelon of Italian high society rub elbows and try their best to one-up each other until they see Gabby and I walk by. That’s when they smile and shake my hand, hoping the photographers will capture the interaction. They all want to appear as though they have a special relationship with me. It’s pathetic and I’m sure that, secretly, they despise me as much as I despise them.

Then again, who the fuck cares? I won’t lose sleep over that fact.

“This is so crazy. I don’t know what to do. Do I look like an idiot trying to walk in these shoes?” Gabby asks me, hands tight on my forearm.

“You’re as graceful as a gazelle, baby girl. Everyone can’t stop staring at you.”

“Don’t say that. That’s embarrassing.”

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. You should own it. Most of these men want you, but all they can do is stare. They can never have you.”

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because you belong to me, baby girl and only those who have a death wish will dare cross me.”

After a lavish dinner and a lot of wine, the band plays a sweet, slow song and I lead Gabby to the dance floor. She leans against my body as I glide her across the floor. I place my hands on her hips, but it doesn’t take long for them to wander to her firm ass. She looks up at me, and as I gaze into her innocent eyes, I realize just how much I need to be with her.

“We’re going to be leaving soon,” I tell her.

“Okay, aren’t you having a good time?”

“Only because you’re here, but I want to have you all to myself.”

I can feel her pulse quicken, and I push on her lower back so she can feel my swollen member against her pussy. Her cheeks redden, and she flicks her eyes from me to the other attendees behind me.

“That’s not going to do, little one. I want to look into your eyes when I take you.”

“What about our parents? How do you think they’re going to feel about this? About us.”

“Where did that come from? Are you worried about that?”

“I know that my mother won’t be happy, and I doubt your father will approve.”

“That’s a terrible shame. Did they ask for your permission before they got together?”

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