Page 19 of Filthy Desire

Someone’s phone beeped in the quiet of the car. Gio reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping on it and typing. While he was busy, Kara looked out the window, memorising the route they were taking. Gio was mumbling under his breath.

Kara realized that the entire time they’d been in the car, Gio made no move to touch her. Except for helping her into the car.

Strange.

She figured he’d try to wet his dick before they arrived.

Maybe he wouldn’t be as easy to manipulate as she’d hoped.

Most men were ruled by their cock, but Gio seemed different. No doubt he’d given her a thorough once over, but he’d sat so far away from her that they might as well be in different cars.

Kara was having a hard time getting a read on Gio. He was more complex than she first realized. Ruthless, but with a soft spot for his family. A person with iron-clad control and a filthy mouth. And everything in his life was about the desire for money and power.

Then it hit her, like lightning striking. A second time.

Kara was also describing herself.

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GIO

Gio texted his cousin, Dimitri, but he was having a hard time concentrating.

His cock was about to tear a hole through his ten-thousand-dollar suit.

It had been like that all week. He hadn’t joked when he told Kara that he’d jerked off two dozen times. Just the thought of sliding down her throat again or pounding that perfect ass had his erection painfully throbbing.

But he’d held off on touching himself today. He wanted the build-up, the edging that bordered pleasure and pain. His adrenaline was already spiking, and it would only increase from here on out.

Roman had forwarded the secret video footage from the casino along with a note.

Gio finally had answers about the missing money and the knowledge filled him with anticipation.

A kill followed by a killer woman was the recipe for an unforgettable night.

And Kara was even more beautiful than the first time he met her.

Those fucking eyes. So unusual, so hypnotic. It surprised him and made him unreasonably pissed off. Why the fuck was he reacting this way? Gio rarely noticed a woman twice. Once he’d sated his appetites, he was on to the next.

It’s the thrill of knowing she’ll do whatever I demand.That must be it.

He had to admit, the woman had brains. From the information Jasper had given him, she’d amassed an amazing amount of money over nine years with nothing more than smarts and a laptop.

And her sharp mouth always had a quick retort. She liked to play with fire. Her boldly replying to him that he was late picking her up had him forcing back a laugh in the car.

But he hadn’t completely succeeded. Vincent and Roman had both turned around and looked at him like he was nuts.

Gio was starting to wonder the same thing.

The car rolled to a stop and Gio finally looked over at the woman who was occupying way too much of his time.

Kara had sat silently for a good part of their ride and that was nice too. He hated women who droned on and on. There was a time to talk and a time to shut your mouth. Smart people knew that. Dumb ones just kept talking.

Roman opened the door and Gio slipped out first, holding his hand out to Kara again. His palm was still tingling from their earlier contact. She may hate his guts, but their chemistry couldn’t be denied. God help them when they both got naked. They’d burn down his fucking house.

Kara hesitated to touch him, and his temper sparked. Gio didn’t care for her ‘I can open my own door’ bullshit. Since when was it a bad thing to be considerate of your date? Not that this was a date, but still. He had fucking class.

Kara ignored his hand and slipped out into the cool April evening. She’d forgone a coat and he noticed the goosebumps popping up all over her exposed shoulders. Without thinking, he whipped off his jacket and threw it around her shoulders.

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