Chapter 85 Push Her
Chapter 85 Push Her
\[Grant’s POV\]
“A bet.” I repeat, my voice even. “You’re saying that you approached me because of a bet.”
“I already said that,” Gianna responds. “Do you need to clarify again?”
“Well,” I say. “I’m just trying to come to terms with it. I mean, how would you feel if you were me? I was used by you.”
As I speak, I can see Gianna’s face falling and when I’m certain that she truly feels sorry, I reach out and pat her head.
“What are you doing?” She asks. “Why are you suddenly patting me?”
“Well,” I say. “I just couldn’t stand how sorry you looked.”
Honestly, when it came to Gianna I wanted only the best.
“You look much more lovely when you smile.” I say now. “So, smile more, alright?”
I wait while Gianna stares at me with a look that almost screams she doesn’t know exactly how to handle me and when she finally opens her mouth to speak, her stomach rumbles.
“Eat up,” I chuckle as she blushes. “Once you finish, why don’t we go swimming?”
“Swimming?” She asks, perking up and then I look to the private pool that is built into our balcony.
“Why not?” I shrug. “We are on our honeymoon, right?”
At my words, Gianna’s face flushes a lovelier shade of pink and I don’t even need to ask what she is thinking.
“But I don’t have a bikini,” she says, trying to act nonchalant. “How am I supposed to swim without one?”
“You don’t need one,” I point out. “The pool is completely private and no one will know if you swim naked.”
“I will,” she points out. “And you.”
“I don’t mind,” I shrug.
“Of course you don’t,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “I need to buy a bathing suit before we hit the pool.”
“Alright,” I sigh. “It’s too bad though, I’m sure your naked body would look beautiful sparkling in the sun when you get out.”
Gianna doesn’t bother retorting after that and once we are finished eating, we head out to the local plaza that is filled with shopping centers.
When we arrive, Gianna busies herself, going in and out of shops looking for the best bathing suit and when she finally finds it, she heads into the dressing room to try it on.
“Ready?” She calls as I wait outside it for her.
“Come on out, my high maintenance queen.” I say and then watch as she does as instructed.
Instantly, I regret agreeing to her coming out, because I don’t miss the way the men roaming about look at her as she stands there in a black bikini with a bottom that does nothing to hide her ass from view. And when I see hunger in those bastard’s eyes, I’m moving, grabbing Gianna and dragging her back into the dressing room.
“Hey!” She gasps once we are alone. “What are you doing?”
“Hiding you from sight.” I respond. “Or were you oblivious to what was going on out there?”
“Hm?”
She pretends to not understand, but I know damn well she does, and just the fact she actually enjoys my reaction wants me to get even.
“Do you enjoy men ogling you that much?” I ask, pulling her against me and brushing her long dark hair over her shoulder so her neck is exposed. “If you do, shouldn’t I at least give them something to properly look at.”
“What?” Gianna gasps as I bring my mouth to her throat and then bite it. “Hey!”
“Don’t move,” I warn as she starts to squirm against me and I can feel my dick hardening. “Unless you want me to fuck you right here in this dressing room.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would,” I counter, lifting my face to look at the mark I left on her neck. “All you would do is have to stay quiet so no one knows what’s going on.”
“We can’t,” Gianna breathes and I’m almost certain that she is actually thinking about it and that fact alone makes me want to jump her right here and now.
“Take it off,” I murmur, reaching around and untying her top. “So that we can quickly pay for it and then go somewhere a bit more private.”
“Alright,” Gianna responds obediently and I wait while she strips out of that tiny ass bikini and then slips her shirt and shorts back on.
Once she is presentable, we head out of the dressing room and I don’t miss the way those bastard’s from earlier watch us.
Smirking, I wrap an arm around Gianna’s waist, pulling her toward me, and making it clear that she is mine and once we pay, we head out.
When we return to the condo, I attack, pinning Gianna against the wall as the pent up desire I’ve been trying to ignore since earlier erupts.
“Gr-grant,” Gianna gasps as my mouth finds her neck and works to her collarbone. “We’re still by the elevator?”
“And?” I challenge. “I told you there is no way anyone will come here.”
“But, there’s a perfectly good bed.”
“We’ve already broken in the bed.” I point out. “I want to break every square inch of this place, so be good and take those shorts off.”
“I don’t want to,” Gianna responds and I feel my dick harden even more over her bratty response. “If you want them off, you remove them.”
“Are you really going to test me, woman?” I demand, hooking my fingers in her shorts and then pulling. “Turn around and stick your ass out for me.”
Nodding, Gianna does as instructed, turning around like the good girl she is and once she is in position, I start undoing my pants and once they are out of the way, I move forward and slide my dick between her legs.
“Do you feel that,” I murmur, yanking her shirt off and then biting her shoulder. “You did this.”
“I didn’t,” she counters and I bite down harder. “AH!”
“You did this,” I repeat, beginning to slowly move so my dick rubs her wet pussy. “Showing off in front of those men and then acting like you were proud of it.”
“I wasn’t showing off for them.” Gianna whimpers, her legs spreading wider. “I was only showing off for you.”
“For me,” I repeat, feeling a wave of satisfaction. “And why would you want to impress me?”
“Because I want your attention.”