Page 26 of Filthy Desire

The hand that was on her ass moved, sliding around her hip and in between her legs to tease her pussy. Gio rubbed her clit with a practised hand that had her panting and writhing.

“Good, because I always pay my debt in full,” she whispered as he pumped his hips again and the friction…

God, right there.

She wanted to hate his guts, she did, but his touch. Fuck, his skillful touch made every part of her body light up. Years of being alone vanished.

Why? Why this man?

Then, as quick as he’d grabbed her, she was deposited back on the seat beside him again.

“What...”

She licked her lips and followed Gio’s line of vision.

Roman had turned around to watch them and Gio was giving him a glare that could cut ice. Roman chuckled and turned back to face the road. She surmised that Gio usually didn’t care about things like fucking in plain sight but for some reason, with her, it bothered him. Then she remembered the way he’d glared at Geoffrey.

Note to self. Gio doesn’t want to share me…

Oh, this was getting interesting. She took a deep breath and readied herself for Gio’s next move.

His body was rigid, his hands clenched, his jaw set. His impressive cock tented his pants. Kara was ravenous for his dick and, at this moment, it had nothing to do with saving her business.

He didn’t look, touch, or talk to her until they pulled to a stop a half hour later.

Gio stepped out and offered his hand. This time, Kara readily took it.

She recognized his parking garage from the first time she visited. With one hand on her lower back, he pushed her into the elevator. With Roman and Vincent, of course. But instead of standing beside her, Gio leaned against the back wall and pulled her in front of him, his hips perfectly cradling her ass, his big hands branding her hips.

The feel of his rock-hard dick between her ass cheeks had her clenching in anticipation. She counted the floor numbers as the elevator moved, her heart racing faster and faster the higher they lifted.

All she could feel was the heat of Gio’s body, of her own, burning through the layers of clothing.

Finally, they reached the penthouse floor.

Roman and Vincent walked out of the elevator first, opening the apartment, checking inside. Gio kept one arm around her waist and guided her next.

Gio’s bodyguards gave a nod and then headed for the door, closing it behind them.

The door locked and the sound had Kara turning around to face Gio.

Alone.

The heated look in his eyes was so intense, almost feral, that it had her taking a step back. Gio smiled and fuck, Kara knew from that grin that he was the most dangerous man she’d ever met.

Sexy, powerful, and seductive, he stepped closer to her, stalking her down the hallway.

But she knew how to play this game.

Kara turned on her heels and ran. She had no idea where to, running down the hall and through the first door on the right.

Entering a dark kitchen, she could barely make out the details of the room save for the moonlight coming in from the window that cast a silver glow. She ran around the center island, but she was no match for Gio.

And at this point, she was so turned on she couldn’t deny that she wanted to be caught.

Kara backed against the island, Gio’s arms on either side, trapping her. When his hips finally collided with hers, they both moaned.

He reached for the edge of her dress, gripping it tightly in both hands and tearing it in half.

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