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“I would cut off all those hands before they got anywhere close to me,” I snapped, already hating the idea of being crowded by men I couldn’t give two shits about.
Giova
I covered my mouth to keep from crying out, still using my spare hand to balance myself against the wall. My cheeks pinkened as arousal shot through me like lightning, my eyes darkening and lips parting on their own accord. The woman staring at me in the mirror was a complete stranger–an excited stranger.
Giova
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I inched my feet apart, allowing Giova
Pleasure shot through me so harsh, my arms lost their strength, and I could only keep myself upright by pushing up against the mirror. I reached back, cupping Giova
“Please, Giova
Giova
My orgasm hit me like a wave, washing over me. I muffled my cries with my hand but anyone in the hallway would’ve known what was going on.
Behind me, Giova
Giova
He just said my uncle’s name? I blinked. “What?”
“You asked me who I think the rat is.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, cool and empty. He did not look like a man who had just gone down on a woman. “I think it is your uncle.”
“Oh.” What else was there to say to that? If it came down to my cover being blown or my uncle dying for my sins, I chose Uncle Bartolomeo’s death. Cruel, heartless, but necessary.
“Who do you think it is?” Giova
I pulled myself up, ru
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t trust anyone.”
Giova