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“Dangerous? No. Funny. Yes,” she says with a giggle.

She takes a step forward, and I have to fight every primal urge in my body not to go to her. I can’t.

She wants to test me. To punish me. Fine. Whatever.

“Make sure you think of me when you come, cowboy. And let me know how many times you manage; I’m intrigued.”

“You’re going to pay for this, viper.”

She laughs. “You’ve got a few hours to think about how to get me back.”

She winks and blows me a kiss. Then she turns, and her ass is on full display; a groan rips out of me.

My eyes go wide, and the vein in my forehead nearly pops out. I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t. Instead, I run away from her, into the spare bedroom, and rip off my pants.

It’s a relief that cools my body down when my hand wraps around my shaft. My back against the wall, head tipped back.

And just like she said, I picture her on her knees, sucking me off with that feisty little mouth. Within seconds, I’m spilling come all over my hands and the floor.

And it makes no goddamn difference. My cock is like iron. And I’ve got a few hours of this before I can leave my room and punish her for it.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Gianna

I peer through the door of his bedroom and hold my breath. I need to check if he's alive. I stole the drug from Dom’s bag before we left; it wasn’t in English or Italian, but an online search told me it’s a liquid form of viagra. I guessed the measurement. Colt’s a big guy; I assumed he could take it.

But then I texted Dom to double check, and he was down right horrified at how much I’d given him.

Relief washes over me when I see his chest rise and fall normally. He’s completely buck-ass naked, sprawled out on top of the bed.

Eyes shut. Dick in hand. I have to squeeze my thighs because he is insanely hot, and I wish I were a fly on the wall so I could have watched the last hour of him jacking off. Although simply hearing him across the villa was good enough for me.

“Unless you want to jump on top and help a man out, I suggest you fuck off, Gianna,” he growls, his voice all croaky. Oops.

“Do you want some water?” I ask.

He opens one eye and huffs. “The only time I’ll accept a drink you make me ever again is if you spit it directly into my mouth.”

Okay. That’s hot. But not a helpful suggestion.

He flops his arm over his head. “Please, G. Go away. You’re not helping the situation. I just got him to go down, and the sight of you is making me hard again. I’m gonna have friction burn on my cock if I carry on like this.”

I do everything I possibly can to not laugh; it’s hurting my cheeks holding it in. I got him good.

“You think I’m sexy?”

He groans loudly. “Right now I think you’re the devil. But hot as fuck, yes. Now get out.” He points to the door.

I hold up my hands and retreat, leaving the door slightly open. I get far enough away that he can’t see me, but I can hear him, even if he is trying to be quiet. That also means… he could hear me. And I like to play with fire, especially when that flame is a six foot three, tatted cowboy.

Heat creeps up my throat as his climax nears; he’s getting louder, his voice more gruff.

“Fuck. Gianna,” he cries out.

My mouth drops open, and I’m frozen on the spot. Part of me nearly turns back and offers to help. But the stronger half of me remembers why he deserves to be punished.

The venom he spat after taking my virginity. I am not letting him get away with it. He needs to learn his lesson.