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It was then I knew I would have a very hard time ever letting Theia go. And I needed to know if she felt the same way.

“Is that what you want? To be my good little slut and do exactly as you’re told? That’s what you’re going to be if you stay with me.Mine.”

Twenty Six

Theia

My fingers tightened around the covers I’d bunched up below me. I was a panting mess of emotion and pleasure who couldn’t remember her own name as Gil gripped my throat and fucked me into submission. Not that I was unwilling. I wanted this more than I wanted to breathe air. There was a sense of freedom I felt in letting go and giving him the reins. It was my choice. And it was funny how having that simple choice changed everything for me.

I hadn’t exactly expected him to kiss me, take me to his bed, strip me off and let me see him in all his glory before he plunged inside me, but apparently, I had underestimated his desire for me. Couldn’t exactly blame me for it, given I’d been relatively sure he didn’t want me this way until he’d ambushed me at the club. I certainly hadn’t been anticipating the mouth on him either. The things he’d said only made me burn ten times hotter. It was everything I’d wanted, and so much fucking more.

“Yes,” I whimpered, “I want to be good for you.”

I didn’t care what I sounded like at that point. The only thing I needed was for him to keep hitting the spot inside me with his cock that sent pleasure skating up my spine. To keep squeezing my throat and calling me his slut in my ear with his deep, seductive voice. Who would have thought a man’s voice could do such things to my insides, but Gil’s was my kryptonite. I melted each time he pitched it low with a gravelly undertone.

“Do you want to be mine, slut?”

“Yes!”

He pressed a kiss to the shell of my ear.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and I swear my arms buckled just from those two little words. “Sei mio adesso.”

I was wrong. The best thing I’d ever heard was him whispering in Italian to me in his deep voice, even though I still had no clue what he was saying. It didn’t matter. I was too undone to care any longer.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“La mia piccola trioia è così bisognosa per me.”

His hand grip on my throat tightened. It wasn’t quite depriving me of oxygen, but the lack of it was making me a little lightheaded. It only fuelled the need inside me. I didn’t struggle against him or ask him to release me. I sunk deeper, letting all of it carry me under the waves. Here I didn’t need to think. The memories of my life before floated away. The only things left were him and I locked together. I never wanted to escape.

If my life’s only goal was to worship at the altar of Gil Villetti, I would surrender to him in a heartbeat. It was fucked up. I knew it, but when you’ve been lost, alone and in pain for so long, finding someone who helped you mend those broken parts was a fucking miracle. He wasn’t even trying to heal me and yet being with him soothed me all the same. He might be completely clueless about relationships, but I came alive with him by my side… and now he was deep inside me, making me feel every part of him, just like he’d promised. I would never forget this, nor did I want to.

Gil kissed his way down my neck, releasing the tight grip he had on it, so I was no longer almost choking.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his hand sliding from my neck to my chest. “I want to watch you again.” He pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them and making me moan in response. “I want you bare as you perform just for me.” He nuzzled my shoulder, pressing hot kisses along it. “You make such artistry with your body when you dance, Theia. You mesmerise me. I can’t look away.”

I swear someone should make the things this man said illegal because he had no right being this hot. And he didn’t even have to ask. I’d dance for him whenever he wanted. Hell, I’d put on as many private shows as he desired. Performing for Gil would make me happy. It would fuel my exhibitionist streak. When he’d watched me in the club, I’d felt myself come alive. I wanted him to see me for all that I was.

I turned my face so I could meet his eyes over my shoulder. His pupils were blown, giving him an almost sinister appearance, but I liked his darkness. I liked every part of him.

He lifted his hand from my nipple, catching my chin between his fingers and tipping my face towards his. He caught my mouth, kissing me and making me feel alive all over again. When he released my mouth, he let out a harsh pant and pressed his forehead to my shoulder. The force of his thrusts grew more erratic as if he was losing a battle with himself.

“Theia,” he ground out through his teeth. “Fuck!”

The way he shuddered against me had my heart racing. He groaned my name again like it was torn from his throat. Like I’d made him come undone. And it was more than I could take.

I was in serious danger when it came to Gil Villetti. He was breaking apart all of my walls and bulldozing over them. Yet, even so, I wasn’t scared because he was my safe place. He’d given me everything I’d asked for. Everything I’d yearned for in another person, even if I’d never allowed myself to admit it.

He pressed a kiss to my skin, then wrapped his arm around me, rolling us both to the side as he curled himself around my back. I slid both my hands along his arms, never wanting him to let go of me. We lay in silence for a long time before he pulled away from me to deal with the condom. I flopped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I didn’t know how anything could top tonight’s sexual experiences with Gil, but I had a feeling he would manage it.

He sat on the edge of the bed a moment later and stared out over his room. I hadn’t paid much attention to it when he’d brought me in here, but it was extremely neat and tidy. The walls were a pale blue, and his furniture was all black in contrast. The bed had light sheets with a dark blanket sitting at the end. It was rumpled from our… activities. There were big windows on two sides of the room, letting the light in during the day, but currently, it was dark outside.

“Gil…”

He turned his head to look at me over his shoulder. There was caution in his expression like he wasn’t sure what I would say or how I’d react to what we’d done. I reached out a hand to him, wanting more physical contact. Needing his reassurance, he meant what he said about wanting me. He shifted and caught my hand with his, bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss on the heel of my palm.

“You want to talk,” he murmured against my skin.

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