Gia got out of the bathroom...
A towel wrapped around her waist, hair soaked, the only thing covering her breast were jet black hair clinging to it.
All tattoos exposed, that fucking body, ripped, yet, still a body of a woman.
She leaned on the wall, smoke curling around the thin air, she took a long drag of her cigar again.
The sight was enough.
I was hard again. Throbbing. So hard it's so painful. Like I couldn't fucking breathe.
Then I saw it. She grinned. Her white teeth showing.
"Hard again? We already took a shower."
I grunt.
"Fuck off."
She chuckled, soft yet... Deep.
Kill me now.
I run a hand through my hair, yet my nail dig deep into my scalp.
"Just take a cold shower—" "Shut it."
She laughed, arching her neck. I see the smile lines on her face, the way her cheekbones moved, that shape her mouth makes.
Everything...
"You always try to take control huh?" She asked...
I tore my gaze away, clenching my jaw.
"Even though. You like to be handled in bed?" She continued.
I snapped my head to her.
"You forced me that way!"
She stared at me, then laughed.
I stood up, striding over her, I was still taller, so she had to look up slightly. Her features were calm, unlike mine.
"I wasn't like this... I was never like this... You came in... Then... I'm ruined."
Her eyes sharpens... But in a very slow way.
Her hand slid onto my shoulder, and I took a sharp inhale.
Then... She puts pressure, and I obeyed...
I knelt down...
"That's on you baby. Not me. You kneel down, when I only held your shoulder."
My eyes glistened.
"Fuck me again... Gia. It hurts..."
She throw the cigar. Hands going into my hair... I let out a satisfied sigh.
