“Are you gonna let me suck you off while you’re driving, hmm?” I asked, a teasing edge in my voice.
He glanced at me, eyes dark, lips curling. “Yess, princess,” he said, voice low, dangerous.
I leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, then trailing down to his tip. He hissed, low and sharp, as I went as deep as I could.
“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, clutching the wheel tighter, one hand trembling over the leather.
I guided his hands to the top of my head, giving him control, and he whispered, rough and ragged, “That’s it, baby… take it like a good girl… fuck, you’re doing so good for me, ma.”
The back of him hit my throat, and I gagged slightly, eyes watering, but his next move left me dizzy—he pulled me up just enough to claim my lips in a heated kiss at the red light.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured against my lips, his teeth grazing my jaw. “You’re mine, baby. Mine. You understand?”
I nodded, chest heaving. “I could control myself right now, my love… if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth.”
He smirked, a dark, possessive glint in his eyes. “But I want you to, huh?”
I kissed him again, heart hammering, whispering, “I want it, handsome.”
And he gave me one more taste before I leaned back in, taking him fully, my hands gripping him, guiding, teasing, making him shiver. Every groan, every curse, every warning from him only fueled me more. When he finally came, I swallowed every drop, holding eye contact as his chest rose and fell, hearing his ragged breaths.
He straightened, tugging at his pants, then turned to me, jaw tight. “You swallowed every drop, hmm?” His voice was a growl, thick with pride and possessiveness.
I licked my lips slowly, teasing, feeling his eyes burn into me. “Every last bit,” I whispered.
He reached up, gripping my jaw, forcing my eyes to meet his. His lips hovered over mine, and I felt the dangerous heat radiating off him. “That’s my good girl, hmm?” he murmured, biting and kissing my lip lightly, marking me, claiming me.
I shivered under his touch, lost in the tension. He stepped back slightly, watching me, testing me. “You still want to come to the club?”
I nodded, smirk tugging at my lips. “Only for about forty-five minutes… for Anaya.”
He smiled darkly, brushing my hair back before pressing a quick, possessive kiss to my lips. Then he got out, opening my door like the perfect gentleman, but every movement screamed ownership.
We stepped inside, and the world seemed to pause. People stopped us, staring, recognizing him. Gio introduced me smoothly, with that dangerous charm, as his girlfriend. The word rolled off his tongue, confident, possessive, marking me in front of everyone.
My chest tightened with pride, and heat flared through me. Everyone could see it—he was mine, I was his, and no one would dare forget it.
Even in the crowd, his hand found mine, thumb brushing my knuckles, keeping me tethered to him. His smoldering gaze never left me, and I could feel it—the raw, dangerous intensity, the hunger, the jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. I wanted it. I wanted him.
And he knew it.
We finally made it to the club, the bass vibrating through the floor. Gio had me on his lap, his arms wrapped tight around my waist, hands gripping mine, holding me like I couldn’t slip away. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and even though I was smiling, I knew he was already on edge.
I was laughing with Anaya when her boyfriend walked in. He reached out to shake my hand, all smiles, but I caught Gio’s glare out of the corner of my eye. His jaw tightened. His grip on me didn’t loosen. Not even slightly.
“Sierra, let’s go dance,” Anaya said, pulling me up. I lifted Gio’s hands off me and pressed a quick, lingering kiss to his lips. He didn’t move at first, just stared, dark and tense, before letting me go. I could feel the heat of his stare following me to the dance floor.
I was lost in the music when a hand spun me around. My chest tightened. Javon.
“Hey, Sierra,” he said, smirk dripping with arrogance.
“What do you want?” I snapped, immediately defensive.
“Where’s your man? Probably fucking a whore right now, huh?” His words were venom, and I felt my stomach drop.
Anaya stepped up beside me, jaw tight. “Wtf, Javon? Are you seriously jealous?”
I opened my mouth, but before I could say a word, Gio appeared. His presence was magnetic, dangerous. His eyes locked on Javon, and I could feel the air thicken.
“What’s going on?” Gio’s voice was calm, but every word vibrated with barely contained fury.
I gave him a pleading look, signaling him not to escalate, and he nodded, muscles still coiled, eyes sharp and dangerous.
Anaya rolled her eyes at Javon. “He’s bothering us. He’s jealous because Sierra chose you instead of him.”
Gio didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His stare alone could have frozen Javon in place.
“How about you just leave, dude?” Gio said finally, voice low and steady, every word heavy. His height, his presence, his strength—it was intimidating.
Javon laughed, trying to brush it off. “Dude, I’m not jealous. If anything, you should be careful with her—she’s a whor—”
That was the last word he said before Gio’s fist connected with his jaw. Javon went down hard, sprawled on the floor.
“Call her a whore again, and I promise you, I’ll end you with my bare hands,” Gio hissed, voice icy and dangerous, eyes fixed on Javon like a predator.
I was frozen, heart hammering. Anaya’s mouth was open in shock. I could barely breathe, but I could feel Gio’s heat radiating off him, possessive, protective, and dangerous.
Gio grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the exit. Outside, he opened my door for me, then got in on his side. His eyes found mine, dark and stormy.
“Baby… are you mad about that? I don’t want this to be our first fight,” he said, voice tight, but softer than his gaze suggested.
I clicked my seatbelt, looking at him with a teasing smile despite my nerves. “I’m a little mad that you didn’t do exactly as I said… but I get it. I know why you did it.”
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