KeeleyHe wanted to pay me for orgasms. Easy money for any other woman but me. I had no doubt that Gio was a skilled lover. But I wasn’t a woman who would ever enjoy sex. Not even with a man like him.I stared at him across the table, unblinking and speechless. And then I nodded. And just like that I agreed to his terms. I had spent years telling every man who came into the clubs to watch me that I wasn’t a prostitute and there I was agreeing to whore myself out to Gio. I would sleep with him. I would do anything he wanted, and I would fake the orgasm he had promised to give me. Because I needed the money he had promised me so I could get away.It would be enough to give me and Kieran a chance at a fresh start. And this time when we went, I would make sure no one, not even Gio would be able to find me.“You agree?” Gio’s hand reached across the table for me, closing around mine.“Yes.” If I was going to do it, it might as well be with him instead of some stranger who I didn’t know. Gi
GioI took her home. Back to the flea riddled place she shared with her friend. And it had taken everything I had, because moving my fingers from between her legs was the hardest thing I had ever had to do. It was everything I had been dreaming of. Her utter surrender. And she had been enjoying it. She hadn’t clamped her legs closed because she wanted my hand away, but because she wanted it close. Her feelings scared her, that much was obvious. She had feared the mounting pleasure and what it would mean.I had stopped. And one look at her face told me that I had done the right thing. Her face was screwed up, her eyes pinched shut. She wasn’t with me. She was back in the past. I never wanted her to look at me and see him. Not ever. I would let her go before that happened.So, I took her home, and kissed her cheek before she got out of the car, explaining that I would pick her up again the next night and that she was to pack because tomorrow she would move in with me. But tonight I coul
KeeleyI couldn’t go through with it. Not after last night. His hand between my legs had brought me pleasure sure, but I couldn’t give him anymore. I just didn’t have it in me. And surely Gio would understand? He had too.Except, deep down, I knew he wouldn’t. Gio wasn’t the kind of man who let his playthings go. Not until he had finished with them anyway. And he wasn’t anywhere near done with me yet. Which was exactly the reason I left the home I shared with Kieran hours before Gio was due to pick me up, carrying nothing but a backpack full of clothes and necessities. I could not stay living with Kieran. It would put him in danger, and I loved him too much to do that.I needed to run, but there was one place I needed to call into first before I jumped on a train. It didn’t even matter what train. I would choose at random. But first I needed my wages from the club. I wouldn’t be able to get far without them.“Why are you dressed like that, Kelly?” My house mother’s eyes raked over my
GioYou will be my whore. The words I had used were meant to hurt and they did that. Keeley shrank back, curling in on herself. The look on her face was almost unreadable. Half panic and half acceptance.Acceptance. I hated that I had made her look like that. When she had been attacked five years ago, she had fought tooth and nail, but I knew instinctively that she wouldn’t fight me. The fight had gone out of her.“Keeley,” I started to say. My voice was strangled. I hadn’t meant for it to come out the way it had. I hadn’t. I would never take from her what should only be freely given. I wasn’t a good man. Not even close. But I would never do that to her.“Keeley, stop.” I couldn’t move as she started to strip her clothes off. Her movements were jerky and angry. “Stop it.”Her eyes flashed towards me. “Aren’t those meant to be my words? Aren’t I the one who should be telling you to stop? Shouldn’t I be the one begging?” Angrily, she tossed her bra into my face. I had been wrong - the f
KeeleyGio left me in a room I had never been in before. The furnishings were rich and sleek, the bed was soft, and I fell back against the pillows with a sigh the moment he shut the door behind him. Part of me wanted to talk to him some more, but it was clear he didn’t feel the same. He hadn’t said one word to me since telling me he would let me go.Free. I would be free. Gio was going back to the States and I wouldn’t have to see him again. It was everything I had wanted, and yet…Dammit.Peeling off my jeans and jacket, I slipped under the soft sheets and closed my eyes. Why was I so messed up about this? He was giving me what I wanted. So, why was I kind of upset about it? It wasn’t like I wanted Gio in my life. Did I?I mean I had liked him when we had first met; he had been dangerous and sweet in equal measures. The kind of man any naive woman would fall for, but I hadn’t thought about him in the years since I had left.Except, on some level I had. When his goons had come to dra
GioSlow. I had to go slow. Even when every cell in my body was screaming at me to take her. She wanted it, wanted me. She wouldn’t have come looking for me if she didn’t. I fought against the urge to grab at her.Instead, I stepped away from her. With her hand on my stomach, it was too hard to think straight. Keeley, for all her innocence, was playing a dangerous game. It was one I wanted to win. I just didn’t know how to start. If she had been any other woman, she would have been naked and on my bed already. I would have treated her like a whore without a second thought. But this wasn’t any woman. It was Keeley.The memories of her sitting on my lap, her thighs clamping around my hand at the restaurant flashed into my mind. She had liked that. She hadn’t liked that she had liked it, but she had all the same.I turned back to her, my hand closing around her hip before I could stop myself. She yelped in surprise but didn’t pull away. My sudden movement had startled her and not scared
Keeley“Keeley?”I felt the bed under me move as Gio climbed up my body. But I couldn’t open my eyes, not yet. I sure as hell couldn’t talk. With my eyes closed, I could feel him staring down at me. His arms made the mattress dip either side of my head as he held his weight above me.There was a smile in his voice. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”They fluttered open on their own and then closed again. I was so sleepy. My body felt like it was made of liquid. It was impossible to do anything but just lay there. I couldn’t even think straight. Gio's big hand cupped my breast, squeezing hard. My eyes flew open as a fresh wave of sensation flooded my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, some of it was from his tongue but the rest was all me. My body had reacted normally to him. There had been no panic or flashbacks, only a need to be filled. It was a new feeling for me. One that I never thought I would feel.Gio’s smiling face came into view, and he was grinning like a fool. The
GioI was up before dawn. Leaving Keeley asleep and peaceful in the bed I hoped to share with her in the future. I hadn’t wanted to leave her so soon, but there was business I had to sort out, and with the time difference between the UK and The United States, I had to be up early. But not before I had left her fresh clothes on the bed.She was wearing the dress when she finally emerged at ten am. I lifted my head as she cleared her throat in the kitchen doorway. My eyes speared her to the spot over the rim of my coffee mug. I grinned. It looked good on her, the dress I had picked out especially. But then I knew it would because I remembered vividly what she used to wear. And I had bought her wardrobe to match the girl she used to be.“Morning.” I slipped from my stool at the kitchen island. And for a moment, I hesitated. Not knowing whether to go to her and kiss her fully on the mouth or hang back and just hope she would come to me. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes.” A blush tinged her chee
Gio“Where the fuck is she?” I paced back and forth along the bank of windows, and with each pass I could feel myself becoming more and more irate.From his place on the sofa with a laptop on his lap, The Judge glanced up at me. “I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders and I hated how flippant he was being. Of course, he could afford to not care. Keeley wasn’t his woman. She was mine. And she was gone.Somewhere out in the city she was alone. That was all on me. In my fear of what could happen to her, I had pushed her away, made her think I didn’t want her. The fact that she had been gone before The Judge arrived just proved to me that she had believed the worst of me.“If you had got here on time.” I was venting and didn’t care. I was to blame, not him, but I needed someone to punish. Someone to blame for my own fuck up.“I was here, Gio, she wasn’t. What the fuck did you say to her that made her leave?” He leant back, one arm along the back of the sofa. He stared at me unblinking.
KeeleyI found Gio sitting fully dressed when I finally woke up. I padded towards him, a silk robe tied around my curvy body, and his eyes lit up when he saw me.“Sleep well?” Slowly, he turned in his seat, dropping his mug to the countertop so he could open his arms. I slipped into them easily, tilting my face up to accept the kiss he gave me. And even that slight brush of his lips against mine was enough to leave me breathless. Pulling away slightly, I pressed my fingers to my lips. Gio caught them up and kissed each one in turn. His eyes bored into mine.“Did you sleep well, Keeley?” He repeated softly. But there was a sharpness in his voice that I didn’t understand.“Yes, Gio. I slept well.” I finally managed. He was holding me so tightly it was hard to breathe. Turning my head to gaze over his shoulder, I stared at the array of pastries on the countertop. “You went for breakfast?”“No.” The hand Gio had let rest on my lower back slipped lower, curving around my ass. “The Judge di
GioHer tightness gripped me, both suffocating and amazing, and my eyes rolled. Forcing myself to go slow was like torture. All I wanted to do was plough into her and forget that anything else existed but the feel of her pussy clenching around my throbbing cock. I gritted my teeth against the urge.She was fighting against the memories that were threatening to overwhelm and overtake her, and if I got too rough, it would just ruin things between us. That was one thing I couldn’t afford to do, not now she was finally mine. I had another reason as well. And that one was purely selfish.Already I could feel my balls drawing up, the need to empty myself in her making it harder and harder to concentrate. And it only got harder when her hips started to move in time with my thrusts. Keeley’s body finally relaxed. Sharp little nails raked down my back, coming to rest on the muscles of my ass. She dug them in and her gasp of pleasure when I flexed my hips at a different angle was like music to
KeeleyWe fell onto the bed together in a tangle of arms and legs and desperate lips. It was like the dam had finally burst. My chest filled with need, and it was all my own. After so many years of being afraid of not wanting anyone to touch me, something had finally broken in me.And all it had taken was someone trying to take me away from him. It wasn’t even the gunshots that had rung out over my head that had done it. That had been scary, true, but the thought of losing Gio. Whether that was because I was dragged away or from something happening to him, I didn’t know. All I knew was that the thought scared me more than anything in my life.“Keeley,” he murmured against my lips. Lifting his weight from my body so he was up on his elbows, Gio’s blue eyes stared down at me. Instantly, I missed the feel of his body pressing me down. Clutching at him, I dragged his mouth back down to mine. My tongue swiped against his lip. It was me who demanded entrance, me who clung to him.No, the da
GioThe sun was setting by the time I got back to Keeley’s apartment. The Judge had left a message on my phone saying that’s where he had taken her. He thought it was a safer option than my main place, and he was right about that. Whoever had shot up the restaurant would assume I would take her home.No, not whoever. I already knew who had shot at us. I just couldn’t prove it. I would though. Already I had put feelers out. Someone, somewhere, knew where he was. Or more importantly what his next move was. The fact that he had gone after Keeley made me uncomfortable. He shouldn’t even know about her.Women, especially her, should be out of bounds. But I knew my brother. And I knew he didn’t have the same qualms as I did about hurting women and children. He was more like my father in that sense.I hated them both. My father was dead. Not by my hands. And so was my eldest brother. There were only three Marino children left. The crazy older brother, the wild younger sister and me. The one
KeelyAt first, I thought it was the two hulking motorbikes idling across the street that had made The Judge stop dead in front of me. In the harsh light of day, I recognised the badges that they wore with pride on their chests, because they were the same as the ones my cousin and his club wore.They were Savage Sons. Not the ones I knew but they all belonged to the same organisation, and I knew instinctively why they were there. For me, Monster. my overprotective cousin had called in another chapter to make sure I was ok.Placing a hand on The Judges' arm, I waited for him to turn to me. He didn’t. his eyes were fixed out on the road before us.“Judge it's fine. It’s probably a coincidence.” I tried to keep my voice light, but I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. I had lived in this city for years without having seen any Sons at all. The fact they were here now when Gio had said Monster knew wasn’t chance. They had come looking for me. Which meant they weren’t a danger to us. So why was T
Gio“Gentlemen.” I nodded my head to the three men around the table. All were familiar faces to me, but Keeley only knew one of them. “This is my fiancée, Keeley.”The Judge's head snapped up. He was the only one around the table that didn’t smile a greeting. He looked troubled. Beside me, Keeley squealed and would have rushed forward if my hand around hers hadn’t stopped her. I could feel her eyes searching my face, but I didn’t say anything.“Fiancée?” The Judge spoke softly but there was a dangerous note to his tone. I scowled at him. Whatever he wanted to say to me, he could do so in private. In front of Keeley wasn’t the time or the place. Catching my look, he schooled his face into a smile. This time he aimed it straight at Keeley. Rising from his chair, he embraced her, pressing his lips to both her cheeks.“It's good to see you again, Keeley,” he murmured. Behind him the other two men started mumbling amongst themselves, their faces amused. And I knew what they were talking ab
KeeleyI looked around bewildered. And the confusion must have shown on my face as Gio took my hand in his and brought it to his lips.“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours Keeley?”I didn’t answer him at first, a million things were going on in my mind. but mostly I was wondering how he had managed to arrange this rental on such short notice. Like within a matter of hours.I spun around. It was much smaller than his place, but a palace compared to mine. Two bedrooms, fully furnished and with an amazing view of the city. It was even feminine with cushions and throws.“How did you manage to arrange this so quickly, Gio?”His face remained impassive, but the smallest of smiles twitched the corners of his lips. “Do you like it?”I looked around again. “Of course, I do.” There was nothing there not to like. It was the kind of home that I had always dreamt of. The kind of place I cut out of magazines when I was a kid. “But how...?”Gio’s arm slid around my waist from behind. “I
GioIt was almost midnight when I stumbled into my office. I needed to lay down, sleep off the alcohol that was clouding my judgement, but going to my bedroom was out of the question because I didn't know what I would do if I got there and she had gone.She had every right to leave. I had acted like the worst kind of fool. In my anger I had scared her, and the shame of that was what had kept me out all day and night. How could I face her after what I had almost done? Keeley had every right to leave me and not look back. I wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted to see me again.Flicking the light switch, I started. The office, which should have been empty, was far from it. Keeley sat behind my desk. I stared at her for a second, not able to do anything but take her in. Gone was the dress. She sat there with her shapely legs crossed in nothing but one of my shirts. Why she was wearing that and not some of the clothes I had bought for her I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I took a stumbl