𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨. Model, actress, celebrity. At the age of 22 Gianna already has everything or at least that's what everyone thinks.
But in reality, her life couldn't be more of a mess. Where there's money there's alcohol, where there's pa...
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"Can you walk slower? I am not built for this." I say between heavy pants as I keep on fanning myself with a piece of cardboard I found on our way up.
"No, come on. We are almost there." Miles ignores me completely and keeps up his pace.
We have been hiking for at least three hours now. I had no idea this shit was this long, if I had known I would have stayed back at the hotel. Resting after the magnificent orgasm he gave me but no, he convinced me to go hiking with him. The only thing keeping me going right now is the sight of his tight ass moving in front of me. But I am not telling him that.
"This is sadomasochism, who does this willingly?" He picked the hottest day in the history of LA to do this, it's crazy.
Looking around us, to make sure there's no one nearby he stops to turn around and looks straight into my eyes. "I will show you what sadomasochism is if you don't hurry your ass up."
"Don't threaten me with a good time." I smile, my hand up on my forehead in an attempt to shield myself from the sun.
"You have to start doing more cardio and less definition exercises." He walks down in my direction and then turns around to stand directly in front of me. "Take the bag and hope on."
"First of all, how do you know what kind of exercises I do, and second, are you crazy? There's no way you will be able to carry me the rest of the way up." Does he also look out for me while I am in the gym? I have never noticed him watching me there before.
"Don't underestimate my abilities, now hop on." He shakes his head and moves a little closer.
"Miles... what if someone sees us." Is he forgetting we are supposed to hide our relationship?
"We say you twisted your ankle but are too headstrong to go back down without seeing the sign now that you have made it this far."
That does sound like something I would do, and to be fair we haven't seen anyone up the trail for at least thirty minutes. Not many people are as crazy as this man, going hiking in this heat.
"Fine, don't drop me." I take the bag to put it over my shoulders and jump onto his back, my hands tightly tied around his neck while I rest my head on his left shoulder. He smells like a mixture of sweat and deodorant that for some reason makes my hormones go crazy. I feel like a cat in heat whenever I'm around him, he is way too dangerous.
"I would never drop you." He promises, a sharp edge on his words.
"The view from up there better be worth it Russo. Now ride." I laugh as I slap his ass and he shakes his head in disbelief.
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"Is it or is it not worth it?" He looks at me with a big proud smile on his face and I nod, moving my focus onto the city under us.
