Gina_rites

A no strings attached night of pleasure with a hot stranger turned sour for Gemma when she woke up the following morning to find out that she had been kidnapped by no other but the same hot stranger, who happens to be one of her mafia family's rivals.

Unable to escape, she decides to piss off her captor in every way she could. But what she didn't know was that pissing Miguel off would do her no good.



~Excerpt

"Just this once, after tonight, you aren’t going to see him again." These were the words that Gemma kept saying to herself in her head as she and Sebastian stumbled into his hotel room, their lips locked in a searing kiss, and their hands fumbling to take off each other’s clothes.

"I…. I usually don’t do this," Gemma murmured into Sebastian’s mouth.
And then, She reprimanded herself for sounding so cliche. Isn’t that the sentence that every girl says to their one nightstand?

"I know," Sebastian said as he kissed his way down her throat.
"How do you….." Gemma forgot what she wanted to say when he kissed her pulse point and sucked on it.


Gemma nearly drowned from the noise that was inside her head, asking her to leave before things got out of hand, before her father and her brothers found out that she was missing.

"I think I should be…."

Gemma didn’t get to finish her sentence because Sebastian shut her up with a kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth and Gemma opened up for him.

"Oh…."

Inferno Heart

Miguel groaned as he took off his soiled shirt and discarded it on the floor and went into the bathroom to clean up.

"With the way you are going, I doubt if you are still going to like the way that I smell," he said as he came and cleaned the corners of Gemma's lips with a wet napkin.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't intentional," Gemma murmured. "But you shouldn't have gotten me pregnant."

"Yeah, now I'm beginning to agree with you. I shouldn't have," Miguel concurred.

"Does that mean you are sorry for what you did?"

Miguel placed the back of his palm on her forehead. "Maybe I should take you to a hospital."

"No. There will be no need for that. You seem to love going to the hospital way too much," she grumbled.

Miguel groaned. "I hate hospitals, they make me sick."

"Me too. So don't take me to the hospital, I just need to sleep, I'm sure I will feel better when I wake up."

Feeling Weak