“You okay?”
She hums in response.
Then my cock twitches, and her eyes widen. Although I’d love nothing more than to go for round two, especially since I now know it feels like absolute heaven, she needs some time to recover. She’s probably going to be sore enough tomorrow.
So I do the responsible thing and pull out of her. She winces at the movement but gives me a reassuring smile.
“I’ll be right back.” I walk to the bathroom and glance back as I reach the doorway, satisfied to find her gaze glued to my ass.
With a wink, I disappear into the bathroom and close the door. Then I shake my head at myself. Since when do I wink?
I wet one of the washcloths to wipe my blood-smeared dick off before using the toilet. Then I make my way to the bathtub to turn on the water. After pouring a large heap of the orange liquid my sister gave me into the running water, I go back to Gemma.
My plan was to carry her from the bed directly to the bath. Instead, I’m faced with her rushing around the bed.
My eyebrows draw together. “What are you doing?”
She freezes at my words, and I take in the scene I just walked in on. Her back and that shapely round ass of hers facing me, and I’m definitely not complaining about the view. What doesn’t sit right with me though, is the fact that she’s clutching the bedsheets in her arms.
Her shoulders slump a little, but she makes no attempt to face me. “I wanted to clean up the mess before you got back.”
“Mess?”
“Yes.” Still holding the sheets in front of her, she turns around and stares anywhere but at me. “You know, there’s all of the . . . the stuff on it.”
Raising one eyebrow, I stare at her, waiting for her to say more, but she doesn’t. “You mean the cum and your blood?”
She sighs and stares at the bundle in her arms. “Yes.”
“Does it bother you?”
This time, her head whips up. “Me? I thought it would botheryou.”
I take slow steps toward her, a burst of irritation leading me there. “Did I give you any indication it would bother me?”
Gemma shakes her head, and I’m right in front of her.
My muscles are tense, and I wait for her to look at me. “Don’t assume, passerotta. I can go down on my knees right now and lick your cunt clean to prove my point.”
“Wh-wh-what?”
“I don’t do things I don’t like.Youshouldn’t waste your energy on it either.”
Her cheeks flush pink. So fucking beautiful.
The sheets fall to the floor when she drops them to point at me. My little bird has a fire burning inside her. Maybe it’s time for her to rule the flames rather than letting them consume her.
“Don’t be a jerk, Matteo. Some people don’t have a choice.” She pokes my chest harder with every word, and I snatch her hand.
With my other hand, I grab her chin, clasping it tightly until I’m sure I have her full attention. “Some people don’t, but most do. Life is riddled with choices, a careful assemblage that can often fall apart at the barest of touches. You might have been led down the wrong path, but you still chose to continue walking it. Don’t take the easy way out because the right path isn’t simple or pretty.”
Her mouth falls open before it closes again. I know I hit a nerve, and that this is about more than what just happened, but we both know what I said was the truth. And for some reason, I want to push her. I want her to stand up for herself, to rebel against the bonds she let her father put on her.
Since she’s probably going over the multitude of options of how to kill me in my sleep, I bend down to hold on to her thighs and throw her over my shoulder.
Gemma squeaks before she hits my back. “What are you doing? Let me down.”
My hand meets the soft flesh of her ass in a satisfying slap.