“So it’s because I’m a woman that you didn’t want him touching me?”
“What are you really asking?” His eyes bore into mine.
What I’m really asking is if he stopped Marco because I’m just a woman or because of me specifically. Yet, I can’t get the words out.
He picks up my clothes and hands them to me. “Get dressed. It’s time.” Time to go into a new room that will be my new prison cell.
“I hate you,” I state. I hate Will for making me feel this way. Confused and lonely and full of longing that I don’t understand.
“I’m used to people hating me.” He leads me to the new bedroom and I walk inside and he shuts the door behind me, locking it.
Once again, nothing has changed and yet… it feels like everything has changed.
Chapter Ten
Will
Gianna enters my bedroom.
The sight of her in a little nightgown that barely hides her body makes my cock hard. Without a word, she slips into bed with me. Still a quiet little mouse and yet there’s a mischievousness in her eyes I’ve never seen before.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask.
She smirks right before her lips find mine. I shouldn’t do this. She’s temptation personified. Not mine.
And yet… this kiss is too good for me to avoid. I have to give in.
I grab the back of her head and pull her in deeper before I roll her onto her back. “We shouldn’t do this,” I say into her neck.
She still hasn’t said a word.
My hands find the end of her nightgown and push it up. No panties. Her pussy is on display for me and I can’t stop myself from plunging my fingers right into her. She arches her back and opens her lips but no sound comes out. My lips find hers again as I fuck her with my fingers. Faster and faster and faster.
I need to touch her more than anything. No one has gotten under my skin like this ever in my entire life. I feel like I’m on fire and going to combust any second.
I can’t wait a moment longer. I shove my sweats down and line my cock up to her entrance.
The second I thrust into her is the second I wake up from my dream.
My eyes blink open and I realize that I’m in the bed, alone. My pants are in place. My cock is rock hard though from my wet dream. Fuck. The last thing I should be doing is dreaming of fucking Gianna.
She is not mine. That is something Marco made very clear to me and it’s something that I cannot forget. It will lead to my death if I make her mine.
And yet…
I can’t get Gianna off my mind. She is like a light I’m drawn to and I’m a moth. There’s something so beautiful and sweet about her and I’ve never had anything beautiful and sweet in my entire life. It’s addicting.
Immediately, I head to the shower. The second the hot water is running down my body, I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke myself until I find my release. The last thing I need is to be hard around Gianna. I need my mind straight even though she keeps on confusing me. It’s not her fault though. None of this is. That’s what makes it all the harder.
I want to let her go. She doesn’t deserve to be kidnapped and be forced into a marriage with Marco. And yet, if I let her go,Marco will come for me. Chances are her brother will still kill me for kidnapping her in the first place.
I have no choices left. It’s either side with Marco and help my chances of survival or give Gianna up and die and I’m a selfish bastard. I’ve always been.
After my shower, I get dressed and unlock Gianna’s door so she can use the restroom and have breakfast. She doesn’t even look at me as we sit across the table together and eat in silence. It only makes me think of her in my dream last night. Perfectly silent.
What would it be like to show Gianna pleasure? The sounds she would make as I ran my fingers over her. Would she moan loudly or whimper softly? That’s something I’ll never find out and it’s frustrating.
Her eyes flick to mine and quickly look away.