9. Brody
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I’m not sure how Caterina avoided finding the stairs up to the little extra roof garden, but I suspect she’s been creeping around rather than understanding that this is her permanent home now. With me.
She gasps as she precedes me onto the smaller upper level and sees the small inset infinity pool with a view over London. It’s lit from below and gleams like a sapphire. The palms on the lower deck have lights shining up through their leaves, giving the impression of being above a jungle. Behind, the London night is a velvet black drape scattered with twinkling gems.
“This is amazing!” She grins, and that’s more inspiring than the night sky.
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Can I use it?”
“Come here,” I order, and her obedience is another twang of my heart.
This. Girl. She could break me.
I touch her chin and turn her head side to side, examining her injuries carefully. I brush her hair aside to check the cut on her forehead, but it has healed nicely, and I can’t resist smoothing my finger down her face. I imagine when there are just faded scars, how I’d love to splatter her pretty face with my come.
“I think you’re healed enough. You can use it anytime you want.”
“You’re too good to me,” she whispers, and those liquid chocolate eyes grab me by the throat again. She has no idea. Neither about how I am not a good man, nor the terrible, beautiful, sinful things I’d die to do to her.
“Will you come in too?”
Oh god, she’s playing with fire. Swallowing hard, I give a single nod.
Caterina in a bikini? I’m there. Would I like to see her naked again? Yes. Absolutely. The image of her coming as I licked her has been tattooed onto my eyeballs since. I can’t think of anything else.
I can’t do anything but want her, and seek revenge against the men who hurt her. It’s my obsession.
“What about now?”
Inwardly, I groan. “Da.”
“Yay!” She skips back down the steps to change, and I follow with a sense of foreboding mixed with elation.
I’m quicker to swap into swimming shorts, and grab a couple of towels and a bottle of water, than she is to get changed, and I ease into the hot tub to wait. There’s the muffled sounds of the city drifting up, but the air is balmy and the water warm, and the only thing that keeps me from relaxing is that tonight is Caterina’s final night here that she’s not aware she’s a prisoner.
That and the fact I still haven’t found the men who hurt her. My second-in-command is following up some leads, and the London Mafia Syndicate have been helping, but I’m increasingly frustrated with the lack of progress. Admittedly, that hasn’t helped the perception of the Syndicate that I’m trigger-happy.
Footsteps pull my attention away from that danger towards another. Caterina steps up to the pool in a bikini so cute and sexy I grip the tiles where my arms are laid over the edge.
“What do you think?” she asks, pushing one hip to the side and catching a fingertip between her teeth coyly.
I think she looks like temptation incarnate. Her young body is smooth and gorgeous, and my cock rises immediately. If I really were an angel, I’d fall from heaven to have her.
“I’m not sure. Buy a few others, and show me, then I can decide.”
She huffs with laughter as she slips into the heated water and groans.
“That’s so good.” Rolling her shoulders she does a few laps of the small pool and I watch on indulgently.
“It’s a hot tub, moya koshechka. You’re allowed to relax,” I say eventually.
“I know.” She swims past me close enough to feel the water move with her kicks. “But it’s been ages since I’ve swum. And it’s deliciously warm.”
“You’re a tropical cat, mm? Don’t get dehydrated,” I say mildly.
“Oh!” She stops at the shallow end. “Have you got water?”
I pick up the bottle to bring to her, but she’s already stepping across the pool. But she’s short, and it shelves steeply—specially built because I’m oversized and was bored with shallow pools—and she nearly sinks her head below the surface of the water.
I’ve lunged and wrapped my free arm around her before I can think, and I tug her to me. Safe. My precious little cat. Not even the smallest harm will befall her, including getting that almost-healed wound wet.
She grasps my shoulders for support as she giggles and splutters.
“Whoops! That was deeper than I expected. Thanks.”
And then, simultaneously, we both realise that in grabbing her up to stop her from slipping below the surface of the water, I’ve pressed her to me. All the way down our torsos.
My hot, erect cock is a steel bar against her thigh.
We both freeze. Pleasure throbs through me from where we make contact even as I know this is wrong. She’s too young. Too sweet. My unwitting captive.
“Brody…” she whispers.
I bite back the instinct to tell her to ignore it, or that she doesn’t have to do anything. Because instead of being repulsed, as she ought to be, she’s leaning closer. And then I’m in a heaven I don’t deserve, because she’s looking up at me with trusting brown eyes.
“I want to…”
I ease backwards and slide the water bottle onto the side of the pool. And while I don’t let her go—I’m telling myself it’s so she can find her feet at the edge—I wait patiently. Alright, not patiently. Inside, I’m burning.
But I allow her to take her time, settling onto her own feet again and then running her hands over my naked chest, exploring the dip of my armpit and smoothing the hair that covers my pectorals. I bite back a groan as she follows that thin trail of hair all the way to the waistband of my shorts.
“I want to do for you what you did for me,” she murmurs, looking down and her cheeks pinkening. Shy creature. She’s adorable.
“What do you mean?” I don’t jump to any conclusion, even though we’re pressed together. I’m primed to lift her out of the water and take her down to my bedroom, remove that tease of a bikini, and make her come with my cock. Chlorine scent and all, I’d love that.
“Putting my mouth on you.”
Okay, I’m going to pass out and drown. For a second, I envisage her on her knees before me. I see her tears as I fuck her throat. I can almost feel her hair in my fist.
“Here,” she adds. “I want to do it here.”
Then, I remember where we are.
In a rooftop pool.
“Maybe not advisable. I’m in favour of you not drowning.”
“You could sit on the side. Like when you put me in a chair.”
I didn’t think my cock could thicken any further, but that shows a pitiful lack of imagination on my part, because I’m painfully hard—and so sensitive that the brush of my shorts as I slip them down and the water swirls around my length—now she’s suggested this.
She watches, curious, as I discard the wet shorts and in one smooth movement jump onto the side of the hot tub.
When the water is tranquil once more and I’m sat, my cock jutting upwards, Caterina approaches as though mesmerised. A little needy whimper escapes her as she fits herself between my knees, and she touches my cock tentatively, running one finger down the length.
“That won’t all go in my mouth.” She looks up at me, a bit afraid, half laughing, and pressing her thighs together so her hips move sensuously.
“It will if you want to try.” And goddamn, that would be a gift I’d never forget. “But it doesn’t need to,” I reassure her. “You can use your hands too.”
Her next touch is just as cautious, as though she might hurt me. Or perhaps that I will bite her.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers reverently as she lowers her head and plants a soft kiss on the tip.
“Not as beautiful as you, doing this.”
“Brody…” She strokes up my shaft experimentally, then her eyebrows pinch together. “You need to guide me…”
“I don’t think I do, moya koshechka.” I love seeing her puzzle out what to do. Her innocence is a delicate aphrodisiac compared to the savage turn on of the fact she wants to suck my cock.
“Teach me.”
Her request hits me like a blow to the chest. This is her first time. It’s a privilege and a responsibility. There’s something special about novelty, and my cock throbs with it. Her pretty mouth has never had another man near it and she’s mine to claim. I’m the one who will determine how she remembers this.
“Think of the top as like your clit.”
She tilts her head, intrigued, then lowers her gaze, her long dark lashes fanning her cheek. Tentatively, she kisses the tip of my cock, and it twitches at the open-mouthed softness, and I let out a hiss. It wasn’t much, but it doesn’t have to be with Caterina. Just the sight of her is enough.
The next kiss sets up a flow of pleasure, and each one builds my arousal.
Her tongue circles around the tip. I gasp then groan as she becomes bolder, and tries to take more.
I wish I could be relaxed about this, but Caterina makes me crazy.
Her brown gaze fixes on me, seeking approval as she opens her lips and tentatively fits the helmet of my cock into her mouth. So gentle, but I groan.
“Like that?” She’s slightly unsure.
“Deeper,” I say hoarsely.
There’s a glint of determination as she takes more, and the roof of her mouth brushes over where I’m most sensitive. She eases back, then down again, still so careful.
“Cover your teeth, but you can be firmer.”
As her confidence increases, she takes me deeper and faster, and I lose all sense of reality that isn’t this woman, and how well she does this, innocent as she is.
She’s right. This is the perfect place.
Her head is the perfect height, and sitting at the edge of the pool has additional benefits. Men pretend they love standing to fuck a woman’s mouth, and sure, it’s nice. But Caterina is something totally different. She’s a queen. I don’t mind admitting that the thought of her on me is enough to make my knees go weak. And I have a feeling that coming in her soft, wet mouth will destroy me. Utterly.
And best of all?
It’s entirely private, and yet I’m having a blow job from the most beautiful girl in the world, above all of London. The night sky is purple and orange, but I don’t care that there aren’t many stars because I have the light of my life standing before me.
I swell in her mouth, and she tries to swallow more of me, even though her eyes water and she chokes.
“That’s it. My good girl.”
I smooth my hand over her soft hair. I’m going cross-eyed with how well she’s doing this. She’s challenging herself, I can tell. And the feeling of the back of her throat on the tip of my cock? Fuucccckkk. She’s amazing.
Looking away isn’t an option. I can’t, and yet seeing her hair come loose as she bobs her head, willing and beautiful and mine drives my orgasm forward with embarrassing speed.
“I’m going to come in your mouth.” I don’t know if it’s for her information to prepare her, or a promise.
She makes a sound of assent.
It’s ecstasy as I come in long reams, pulsing, and I hold her gaze.
“Swallow.” The demand is there before I can think that it’s not within the rules I set.
And she does.
Her throat bobs as she accepts my come, her cheeks bulged with it. Then she raises her head and a line of spit dribbles down her chin. She’s ruined. Perfectly, sweetly, used.
I reach down, grab her under the armpits and pull her up into my arms. Fuck my rule. She started it, and I’m going to make her come too. I need to. Settling her on my lap, I run a possessive hand over her arse, squeezing.
“Are you happy now I’m destroyed, moya koshechka?” I slide my hand down her wet belly and into her bikini.
“Yes.” She grins wider, and her joy is so infectious that even I catch it as I sink my fingers between her folds and find her heated and slippery. Not water, here. No. That’s arousal. Giving me a blow job has made my girl horny. And I suppose this episode has made me weak, because at the feel of her wet for me, my cheeks crease with a smile.
“Oh!” Grasping my thigh, she blinks with surprise, then gasps as I push one finger into her tight, slick heat. “Wow!”
“Everything alright?” I smirk as I rub my thumb over her clit. She’s so responsive. She’s soaked my fingers with her juices, and I’d lick her if I didn’t want so much to see her face close to me as she comes.
“I joked to myself,” she breaks off to moan as I begin to fuck her with that one finger, finding the right place on her inner wall and stroking that and her clit together. Her breathing goes ragged, and she squirms. “It would take an earthquake to make you smile.”
The laugh is out of me before I can stop it, and she whimpers, flitting her gaze over my face.
“It did,” I tell her softly as she shakes in my arms. “You’re a force of nature. You’re more powerful than you’ll ever know.”
And then I watch her face with the same satisfied smile, as I hold her on my lap and make her come all over my fingers.
She collapses onto my chest as she orgasms, and I nuzzle her dark hair and feel her pulse against my hand. She’s sated and rests for a long moment.
“Oh my god, that was amazing.” Lifting her head, she meets my eyes. “Though I meant for that to be for you. To say thank you for everything.”
The chill of the night air finally cuts into me.
“You’ve been so kind,” she continues, and that radiant smile is now shadowed. “I wanted to give you back a small part of what you gave me before I leave tomorrow.”
“No need for that,” I reply, my voice like a boulder rolling over my brittle hopes that she would come to care for me.
Obviously not.
Tomorrow she’s going to discover that I won’t let her go.
I have no intention of letting her leave, but it’s better not to panic her yet. She’s young and beautiful and innocent. I’m old and grumpy and savage. After her exams, the excuse can be the leader of the Italian mafia, who I haven’t found yet. After that, I’ll… I’m not sure yet. I’ll set fire to her apartment if that’s what it takes to have five more minutes with her with me.
“But it was,” she insists. “And now I’m in your debt again.”
She only gave me that magical closeness to her as a goodbye gift. As a fucking thank-you.
“Not at all,” I reply tightly. “And we’ll discuss all that after your exam.” Holding her to me, I stand and carry her over to where I left the towels, and dry her off carefully.
I don’t want her gratitude, hot though that blow job was. Neither do I want to take her by force, hot though that game would be.
I want her to love me.
My plan is in shambles. She won’t let me spoil her as she deserves, I still haven’t found the svolach who hurt her, and the clock is running down. I’m not ready to admit that tomorrow she’ll only be here because I’ll be forcing her to be.
Fuck. A billion in the bank and I can’t buy the one thing I really want. Caterina’s love.