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I laugh. This is a joke. It has to be some sort of prank.
“You are hearing yourself? Right? You admitted you kept your virginity so your father could sell you off to be a bride? What the fuck is that? It ain’t normal, Gianna, and I don’t want to be a part of that kind of fucked up shit.”
Her face falls, only for a split second. I see that mask of hers slip, and I almost feel bad for her.
“It’s how our family does it. Tradition.”
I shake my head. “No. Tradition is baking cookies on a Sunday. Not deceiving me into taking your virginity.”
Did she really want to have sex with me?
Her eyes form slits. “Did you not enjoy yourself, Colten?”
I clear my throat. “You know I did,” I tell her, nodding at my cum all over her.
She hums, kicking her legs over the side of the bed. “So, your issue is what? I thought guys high-fived over taking virginities?”
I frown. For someone so smart, she seems to be lacking in other areas. “So all of that, back at the bar? That was all a performance to get me to fuck you?”
I try to hide the disappointment in my voice.
She shrugs, padding over and picking up her dress, tossing the cum soaked tissues on the floor next to me. “Depends how you look at it, Colten.”
That's what Gianna is good at. Working people out before they even work themselves out. And I walked right into her trap. She knew I wanted her. She knew I was winding her up with those other women.
And she knew I’d run after her if she walked out.
Checkmate.
Well, I’ve also assessed Gianna. And I know exactly how to hurt her too.
“Are you a virgin because your dad made you, or because no one else has ever wanted to fuck you? I can imagine the whole mafia princess on a power trip isn’t a turn-on for most guys,” I hiss through gritted teeth.
She looks at me like I’ve just slapped her across the face, and I instantly regret my words.
Her hand hurtles towards my cheek, and I don’t bother to stop it. My head jolts to the side on impact, and it stings like fuck.
I roll my shoulders, slowly tilting my head back to look at her. I deserved that one; I’ll give her that.
“You should be thanking me that I gave you something so precious of myself. That I wanted to even marry you in the first place. You’re a lonely cowboy with no substance. And you ruined your chance of creating something great with me. Asshole,” she spits.
She shimmies into her dress and has to hold it up to cover herself because the lace no longer ties up. I’m just left with my mouth open, watching her. Half in awe, half with fury.
She shoves her finger into my chest, and I grab her wrist as she glares up at me.
“You thought I was a bitch before. Just you wait, Mr. Sterling,” she whispers. Then, yanks her hand free and pulls her blade free from the mattress. “Fuck you. Fuck this hell hole of a ranch. And fuck this marriage,” she says, flipping me off as she stomps towards the door, picking up her boots from the floor and then slams it shut so hard the pictures on the wall rattle.
I glance down at my dick that’s twitching with excitement, still stained in her blood. I glance toward the sheets, where a tiny red patch stains them. And I run my hand over my face, smelling her sweet scent on my fingers.
Jesus. Christ. I messed that up.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Gianna
I almost kick my front door off its hinges. Dom jumps out of the chair he’s sitting in as I storm through the living room, into the kitchen, and grab the closest bottle of booze, without even looking, pouring it straight down my throat.
How dare he. No other man wants to fuck me because of who I am?
