Matthew nodded toward the bed. “Maybe I should tell everyone that after all we can make a presentation of the papers .” My eyes widened. That was the last thing I wanted, and Matteo knew it. He was teasing me. I got over him, and this time he let me, and ran to the bed. There was a small pink stain on the sheet. It was much easier for the men. Women had been really screwed when it came to anatomy. We got our periods, we couldn’t pee standing up, we had to squeeze something the size of a melon out of our vagina, and our first few times it really sucked. “You wouldn’t dare, ” I said. Matthew crossed his arms over his chest. He was still gloriously naked and having an erection again. The bastard was furious after our argument. “You shouldn’t tempt me.” I shrugged. “Even if you showed the papers to your family, no one would believe you anyway. They think I’m a slut, remember? They would probably think you forged the stain with your own blood, like Luke did on our wedding night. I stiffened. This was a secret I was supposed to keep. No one knew. Why could I never keep my stupid mouth shut? CHAPTER THIRTEEN Matthew Gianna’s eyes widened as she let slip Aria and Luca’s little secret . Did she really think I didn’t know? Luca and I would die for each other. He knew he could trust me with every secret, even the one that revealed he wasn’t quite the cruel bastard he and everyone else thought he was. Somehow, by a stroke of luck, our sadistic father had made the right decision when he chose Aria for Luke. I didn’t think he knew how well those two would get along, or he wouldn’t have agreed to the match. He had always struggled on the misery of others. “Don’t worry. Luca told me . Your sister warmed his cold heart. You Scuderi women are talented at that.” Gianna relaxed. No matter how tough she thought she was, her body betrayed her. She was not very good at hiding her emotions, which would make things easier for me. Her gaze returned to the stain on the sheets. Seeing it gave me a sickening kick, as did the thin spot of blood on my cock. I was not like some men in our world who would refuse to marry Gianna because she might fool around with other guys during her flight. Not that I didn’t hate the thought of a guy ever putting a damn finger on her beautiful body, but I wanted Gianna to care too much, and anyway I found the whole obsession with purity in our world ridiculous. The best sex I had had in my life had definitely been with women who knew what they were doing , but I had a feeling Gianna was a fast learner.
However, after the initial shock when Gianna had cried out in pain, I had felt a wave of possessiveness and fucking joy. Gianna looked at me, with suspicion clutching her lips to kiss. Her hair covered her pale shoulder like a veil, and I couldn’t resist brushing the strands from her shoulder, marveling at their silkiness. Only Gianna’s skin was even smoother. I didn’t think I could get enough of touching her. My fingers found her pulse before beginning to lightly caress her throat. For a moment Gianna held her breath and surrendered to my touch before she seemed to recover . She took a step back so I had no choice but to lower my hand. I had to hold back a smile. He was indeed very predictable. At least, in her reactions to me. Sometimes in the past she had managed to surprise me, which was not often the case with others. Gianna looked at me squinting. If she knew how attractive she looked when she was angry, she would smile more often. I was already hard again and wanted nothing more than to fuck Gianna. Her eyes lowered to my cock and she huffed . Shaking her head, she walked past me and disappeared into the bathroom before closing the door with an audible bang. I gave a small laugh before going back to bed, dropping onto my back and crossing my arms behind my head. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. After months of frustration, I had been rewarded, even more than I had hoped . I waited for the sound of water running but silence reigned in the bathroom. I sat down, filled with suspicion. There was no way Gianna could escape from the bathroom, but what if she decided to take her own life rather than spend it with me? Gianna seemed to love life too much for such an action, but I wasn’t sure she wouldn’t do it to spite me. I moved toward the bathroom door, ready to break it down as soon as it opened. Gianna came out, raising her eyebrows when she saw me right in front of her. Her eyes were not puffy, so in the east she had not cried, which was a relief. She wrinkled her nose. “What? Don’t tell me you spied on me while I was in the bathroom?” I crossed my arms over my chest with a smirk.
Surely I wasn’t going to tell her what I had thought. “We both know you need supervision.” With a sigh she walked past me and slipped under the covers. After a quick glance at the bathroom, which looked identical to before, I reached Gianna. Her back was turned to me, and the blankets were pulled up to her chin. I pressed myself against her back, sliding my arm around her naked waist.
Having her naked body so close to mine gave me all kinds of ideas, and my cock pressed insistently against her bottom. I couldn’t wait to take her like this , to have her in front of me on all fours, to see her riding me. I wanted to fuck her in a thousand different ways. “Don’t even think about it,” Gianna said in a low voice, in a warning tone.
“I’m tired and I don’t owe you more than once on our wedding night.” I laughed against her neck before placing a kiss on her soft skin.
“You are so romantic, Gianna. Your words always warm my heart.”
“Oh shut up,” she murmured. I tightened my grip on her. She did not try to back off, which surprised me and again raised my suspicions, but I attributed her modesty to the long day we both had.
It had been more than twenty-four hours since I had last slept. However, I fought sleep until I felt Gianna’s breathing get deeper and her body soften against me. I did not trust Gianna, not after what she had done. I wasn’t sure if I would ever trust her completely. I knew she would run the moment I let her out of my sight. I would not give her another chance to escape me . I didn’t care what I would have to do to keep her in New York. Luca had thought that I would lose interest in her once I fucked her. Part of me hoped so, but I already knew that was not the case. I still wanted her, probably more than before. I was completely and utterly screwed.
Gianna The next morning I woke up with Matthew moving around the bedroom. I gave no indication that he was awake, instead I listened to his sounds. I did not want to confront him.
He would have been smug about last night, definitely intolerable. Before a long shower and strong coffee I was in no mood for that particular kind of confrontation. When his footsteps finally receded and the door closed with a click, I exhaled and opened my eyes. The New York skyline was laden with heavy clouds. Perhaps I could have simply stayed in bed, but I had a feeling Matthew might try to join me if I did. My traitorous body quivered with excitement at the idea of having his hands on me again, perhaps even allowing him to really try. I sat up quickly, slid off the bed and ran to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I gasped from the burning on my lip.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My lower lip was noticeably swollen and the skin underneath was bruised. It looked like I had been in a fight, which was not that far from the truth. I opened my mouth to take a look at the stitches. Disgusted, I quickly closed it again. Yesterday’s events flashed through my mind.
I hadn’t even had nightmares about what had happened to Sid. I still felt horrible about his cruel death, but my dreams were empty, a black void of nothingness. Perhaps , after all, I belonged to this world . My eyes slid to a spot on the side of my neck where Matthew had left a hickey.
The bastard had branded me as if I belonged to him, and for him it probably did . I touched the bruise. Grimacing, I turned away from my reflection and took a quick shower. When I returned to the bedroom, I found my bags on the floor. Matthew must have carried them inside while I was getting ready. Sneaky bastard. How could he move so quietly? I quickly put my clothes back in the drawers that Matteo must have cleaned out for me. Somehow it bothered me that he had made room for me, as if he had always known I would move out sooner or later. He must have done that a long time ago. There had been no time either the night before or that morning.