Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,267

“Don’t worry. Luca told me. Your sister has warmed his cold heart. You Scuderi women have a talent for it.”

Gianna relaxed. No matter how tough she thought she was, her body gave her away. She wasn’t very good at hiding her emotions, which would make it easier for me. Her gaze returned to the stain on the sheets. Seeing it actually gave me a sick kick, so had the fine smear of blood on my cock. I wasn’t like some men in our world who would have refused to marry Gianna because she might have messed around with other guys during her flight. Not that I didn’t hate the thought that any guy had ever laid a fucking finger on her beautiful body, but I wanted Gianna too much to care, and I found the whole obsession with purity in our world ridiculous anyway. The best sex I’d had in my life definitely had been with women who knew what they were doing, but I had a feeling Gianna was a quick learner. Still after the initial shock when Gianna had cried out in pain, I’d felt a rush of possessiveness and fucking joy.

Gianna glanced at me, suspicion tightening her kissable lips. Her hair covered her pale skin 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’d ever get enough of touching her. My fingers found her pulse before I started stroking her throat lightly. For a moment Gianna held her breath and actually leaned into my touch before she seemed to catch herself. She took a step back so I had no choice but to drop my hand. I had to stifle a smile. She was so very predictable. At least, in her reactions to me. Sometimes in the past she’d managed to surprise me, which wasn’t something other people managed often.

Gianna narrowed her eyes at me. If she knew how hot she looked when she was angry, she’d smile more often. I was already hard again and wanted nothing more than to fuck Gianna. Her eyes flitted down to my cock and she huffed. Shaking her head, she brushed past me and disappeared in the bathroom before slamming the door shut with an audible bang.

I released a small laugh before heading back to the bed, dropping on my back and crossing my arms behind my head. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. After months of frustration, I had been rewarded, even more than I’d hoped for. I waited for the sound of running water but silence reigned in the bathroom. I sat up, suspicion filling me. There wasn’t any way Gianna could escape from the bathroom, but what if she decided to end her 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 tear it down when it opened. Gianna stepped out, her eyebrows shooting up when she spotted me right in front of her. Her eyes weren’t puffy, so at east she hadn’t been crying, which was a relief.

Her nose crinkled. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve been spying on me while I was in the bathroom?”

I crossed my arms over my chest with a smirk. I definitely wouldn’t tell her what I’d thought. “We both know you need supervision.”

With a sigh, she walked past me and climbed under the covers. After a quick scan of the bathroom, which looked the same as it had before, I joined Gianna. She had her back turned to me, and the blankets pulled up to her chin. I pressed myself against her back, my arm sliding around her naked waist. Having her naked body so close to mine was giving me all kinds of ideas and my cock was digging insistently against her butt. I couldn’t wait to take her like this, to have her in front of me on all fours, to have her riding me. I wanted to fuck her in a thousand different ways.

“Don’t even think about it,” Gianna said quietly, warningly. “I’m tired and I don’t owe you more than one go on our wedding night.”

I laughed against her neck before pressing a kiss to her soft skin. “You are such a romantic, Gianna. Your words always warm my heart.”

“Oh shut up,” she muttered.

I tightened my hold on her. She