CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: GIOVANNI
“Youneverseemto be able to do what you’re told.”
Winter’s head snaps up and her eyes widen when she finds me standing in her doorway.
I’d been irritated when Vito had told me she’d snuck down to see Diamond. I should have known that she was going to, since she seems to be on her little rebellious streak or whatever you want to call it. But I’d been so damn caught up in everything else going on that it hadn’t even crossed my mind to send someone else to lock her door.
I guess it works out, because I need someone to take my frustration out on, my anger, and she deserves to be punished for disobeying me.
I close her door behind me, drawing closer to her bead.
She’s stiff as she looks up at me and her chests puffs up quickly.
“I told you to come to your room and yet you still snuck down to see Diamond.”
Which may piss me off even more than her disobeying me.
She doesn’t need to be in alone in a room with that sniveling shit for more than a few reasons. Vito was right to save him, he’s out ally for now and it wouldn’t look good to our other allies if we just started letting others fall in our name.
Even though I couldn’t have predicted that somehow the Ramos would find out the meet was a trap and flip the switch on us.
My jaw grits at just the thought. “I’m pissed,” I tell Winter as I stop by her bed. “I need some way to let my frustration out, because a leader can never make decisions with a cloudy mind. And since it looks like you need to be reminded who’s in charge here, I’m going to take my frustrations out on you.
Her mouth falls open slightly and she shakes her head. Her plump lips part before snapping back closed.
My hand drops to my fly and she draws in a sharp breath as I pull the zipper down.
I don’t bother with my shirt, this isn’t personal after all. I just need to get off and I need to mark and mar her skin while I do it. I need to imagine it’s my real enemies who I’m hurting. And then when I’m done, my head will be on straight and I’ll be able to determine our next moves.
I kick my shoes off.
She’s wearing a pair of pajamas and a thin spaghetti strap top.
“You went to see Diamond in that?” I ask her, pointing to her chest that’s straining against the top.
No wonder Vito was pissed off when he came to find me. She’s just parading around with her tits out.
“Yes,” her voice is just barely above a whisper.
"I reach out, grabbing the thin top and jerking her forward by it. A rip moves through the room and when I look down her bare flesh is on display. I lick my lips, imagining drawing her dark nipples into my mouth.
But no, this is a punishment, she doesn’t deserve my mouth on her.
I continue to pull her, listening to the shirt rip further. By the time we’re face to face, the thin fabric has ripped all the way down to her stomach.
“Finish taking my pants off,” I order her.
Her hands dart up, finishing drawing my zipper down before she pushes my pants to the ground. Her lips part as she pushes my boxers down next and my dick juts out, already hard. Her tongue traces across her lips and there’s no fucking way she doesn’t know what she’s doing.
“Get up and take the rest of your clothes off,” I tell her.
She stumbles to her feet and her hands fiddle with the cotton pajama pants. She pushes them off, exposing a pair of lacy red panties that join the pants on the ground. She stares down at the ripped tank top with a frown before sliding it off as well.
I don’t allow myself to admire her body, not her curvy hips, not her round breasts, and certainly not her snatch, which I know is already wet.
This is going to be nothing but a hard fuck. It means nothing other than I don’t have time to go out and find someone else to fuck.
And this is a punishment for her.