Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,278

the only reason I don’t have one of my own knives stuck in my back?”

“No. Killing you wouldn’t get me out of this apartment. I don’t know the code for the elevator.”

“That’s a relief,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing or not. “You don’t seem that unhappy in our marriage.”

“We’ve been married for only a few days, and you’re never around, that’s a plus. And maybe I’m a good actress.”

“I guess it’s good that I don’t trust you then.”

“Yes,” she said seriously.

“I suppose you want to scare me?” I asked in a low murmur, leaning so close to her that I could feel her breath on my cheek.

“I don’t think there’s anything or anyone that could scare you,” she whispered back.

“Everyone’s scared of something. Why would I be different?”

“Because you are the scariest person I know.”

I paused. She didn’t sound like she was kidding. “Are you scared of me?”

Silence was my answer.

I reached for her arm. “Gianna?”

“Yes,” came her sleepy reply.

“Why?”

But her breathing had calmed. She had fallen asleep. What was I supposed to do with her admittance? I’d never given her reason to fear me. Okay, she’d seen me do some scary shit, but I’d never done anything to her. It took me a long time after that to fall asleep.

* * *

The next day Gianna didn’t mention our conversation from the previous night. I had a feeling she hated that she’d been honest. I’d never shied back from a topic but I didn’t ask her again why she was scared of me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

Gianna kept touching her lip during breakfast. It wasn’t swollen anymore.

“Let me take a look,” I said, pushing her hand away. “I think we can pull the stitches.”

She grimaced. “Now?”

“Scared?” I asked because I couldn’t help myself.

“No, of course not,” she said. I wondered if she referred to more than the stitches. I got up and led her into the bathroom where I kept my medical kit. Gianna didn’t protest when I lifted her onto the washtable and stepped between her legs this time.

I took small scissors from the kit. “Open your mouth.”

She did, but gave me a warning look as if she thought I had something naughty in mind. I grinned and kissed her ear. “Do you know how kids always get a treat as reward after they see the doctor?”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t push my hand away when I pressed it against her center through her jeans.

“Be a good girl and you shall be rewarded.”

I drew back, enjoying the scowl on Gianna’s face. She didn’t get the chance for a retort because I started working on her stitches. It didn’t take long and Gianna winced only twice. “Done,” I said, setting down the scissors and tweezers. “Do you want your reward now?” I rubbed her pussy.

She glared.

“You just have to say the words.” She pressed her lips together. “No?” I said, taking a step back, and stopped touching her.

“As if I need you for that,” she said snidely, and then she opened her jeans and shoved her hand inside.

I exhaled as I watched her fingers move under the fabric. “Fuck.” I stepped up to her and ripped her jeans and panties down her legs.

Gianna didn’t stop caressing herself. Her slender fingers rubbed her clit nimbly while she watched me through narrowed eyes. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Open your legs a bit wider,” I ordered. To my surprise, Gianna obeyed. Her eyes were clouded with lust as she teased herself. Damn, I could see how wet she was.

I leaned back against the wall, tugged down my zipper and pulled out my cock. Gianna stroked herself even faster when I wrapped my hand around my hard-on and started jerking off.

“This is messed up,” she whispered. She didn’t take her eyes off my cock and I couldn’t take my eyes off her fingers that worked her pink nub.

“Who cares?” I growled. “Put a finger in your pussy.”

She slipped one finger into her tight opening.

“Another one,” I demanded.

She barely hesitated. But I couldn’t fucking take any more. I staggered forward, shoved her hand away and buried myself deep in her. She shuddered around me as her orgasm rippled through her. After a few thrusts, I came too.

“This is so messed up,” she said again, her voice heavy with sex.

I didn’t pull out of her yet. Instead I rested my forehead against her shoulder and caught my breath. “Messed up is good.”

“I knew you’d say