Chapter 70: His Dominance
\[Gianna’s POV\]
The man above me smiles at me, his eyes flashing with desire as he hooks a finger in my pants and pulling them down so that I’m left in nothing but a lacy g-string.
“Fuck,” he growls, clearly enjoying what he is seeing. “That barely covers anything.”
“And?” I ask, enjoying the horiness and need that begins to build in his eyes. “Is that a problem?”
I knew that I had a nice body.
I always kept everything toned and tight because of my modeling.
Because I knew that my body was nice, I made sure to show it off any chance I got and tonight, the one I was showing it off to was this man hovering above me.
“Are you just going to stare or are you going to do something?”
I didn’t want to wait.
I wanted to see what this man who was many years older than me could do and I wanted to deal with the need that I was feeling.
“Take me,” I whisper, grabbing the man’s shirt and pulling him to me.
When our mouths meet, excitement mixed with danger rush through me, spurring me forward as my need to explore that danger continued until I’m drowning.
“Fuck, darling,” the man groans as I start to undo his pants. “I figured you were bold, but don’t you know how dangerous what you’re doing is?”
“I do,” I assure him, pulling his pants down and then moving for the boxers. “But I like danger.”
“Even if that danger could end up ruining you?”
“Ruin me,” I tell him, getting his boxers out of the way so that finally, I can see the beast that is hidden beneath his pants.
“Mmmm,” I purr, licking my lips seductively. “I wonder if I’ll be able to fit all of that.”
“You’re going to,” he tells me, his lips twitching into a smile. “You’re the one who made me like this, so you’re going to satisfy me.”
Gasping, I feel his knee push against my knees, spreading them wide enough for him to easily position himself between them and once he’s ready, he palms himself.
“Try to relax,” he tells me, positioning his tip at my core. “Because I don’t intend on taking things slowly.”
“I…” I begin, but stop as he keeps to his word, slamming into me, burying himself so fast that pain rushes through me.
“Shit,” I hiss, clawing at his sides. “You’re so big.”
“You’ll adjust,” he chuckles, starting to move. “I already told you that I don’t plan to stop.”
“I never said I wanted you too.”
As I speak, I wrap my legs around his waist, trapping him in place, and as I do, he looks down at me.
His eyes seem to almost swallow me as they take me in, watching my breasts bounce with each of his thrusts, enjoying the way I was coming undone beneath him, but he clearly didn’t feel satisfied with simple missionary.
“Hands and knees,” he murmurs, pulling out and then waiting as I do as instructed. “Ass up for me.”
“Like this?” I mewl hornily, waggling my ass.
“Just like that,” he chuckles, pushing into me and then painfully digging his fingers into my hips as he mercilessly fucks me.
“That’s it!” I moan, clawing the sheet beneath me. “Fuck, that’s it.”
“You like being fucked like a bitch, huh?” The man asks, his hand connecting with my ass so pain and pleasure shoots through me. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
“Why ruin your exploration?”
“You have a smart mouth,” he mutters and his hand connects with my ass again. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Maybe,” I respond, enjoying the way he was dominating me. “But I like the way you do it better.”
“Fuck, darling,” he groans, grabbing my hair and pulling so that my body is flush against his. “Keep talking dirty to me.”
“How dirty?” I pant as my hips start to move in time with his. “Should I tell you how good it feels having you in me?”
This wasn’t like me.
Never in my life had I talked this way with anyone else, but maybe it was because this was nothing more than a one night stand that I was feeling brave enough to do it. I mean, what difference would it make since when the morning came we would be parting ways and never seeing each other again?
But I was wrong.
After everything we did.
All the positions we tried. All the dirty talk we did. All the kissing, the feeling, the touching, the biting, the licking, the fucking, in the end fate brought us together again and now the man who I thought I wouldn’t have to face again was everywhere I looked.
Present
“Should I remind you?” Grant asks as I snap out of my head and feel my core throb from the vivid memory of our time together. “Just say the word and…”
“Please, stop,” I hiss, suddenly getting a whiff of the sushi in front of me and feeling sick. “Bathroom!”
I don’t wait for Grant to say anything before I’m jumping up and scrambling past Grant and into the walkway of first class and when I reach the bathroom that I’m desperately trying to get to, I can’t stop everything in my stomach from coming up.
“Ugh,” I groan, collapsing on the floor while I cling to the toilet bowl in front of me. “This is the absolute worst.”
I always knew that morning sickness was no fun, but I didn’t know that it would come on so violently out of nowhere.
And Grant…This was the second time that the man saw me like this.
Would he get suspicious?
Would he start to suspect anything?
Of course, I could continue to claim that I was sick, but I was literally on my way to a shoot and I was certain if he thought that I wasn’t well enough to do it, he wouldn’t allow me to work.
“Shit,” I sigh, hating how complicated everything was. “What the hell was I even doing?”
Would it be so bad to tell the father of the baby that I was pregnant and if I did, how exactly would he react?
Would he actually deny the truth and demand I get rid of it like I feared or would he happily be a father?
As these questions rush through my head, memories of Grant’s insistence that he had no intentions of falling in love comes back to me and I get the answer to my question.
“He wouldn’t want this child.” I whisper, touching my stomach. “So, I have to continue to keep it a secret.”