Chapter 4
Chapter Four
“Fuck, stop fighting me,” I tell Helena, slowly releasing my grip on her. “And what the fuck are you doing sneaking around in the dark? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Marco? What the hell are you doing?” Helena spins around and shoves at my chest. I place the gun down on the counter behind me. “And where are your clothes?” she screams at me.
“It’s the middle of the night. I was sleeping,” I explain. “What are you doing up?”
“It’s my apartment. If I want to walk around, I can,” she snaps before her eyes travel up and down my chest.
“I asked why are you up this early?” I repeat my question more clearly.
“It’s none of your damn business.” Helena turns around, grabbing the glass from the cabinet she was reaching for before I interrupted her. My eyes drop to her ass.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be looking. But she’s got nothing on but a pair of tiny-as-fuck shorts and a barely-there tank top with those long legs of hers on full display.
“If you’re done looking at my ass, move. I need the tap,” Helena says, spinning around to pin me with a glare.
“I wasn’t looking at your ass. I was looking at your legs,” I correct her.
“Pervert,” she whispers, but I catch the small smile she tries to hide as I move aside so she can reach the faucet.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
“I don’t sleep a lot,” Helena answers without looking at me.
“Maybe you just need to find a way to relax. You’re really wound up tight.” I know of one way I could help. It’ll end with me in a shallow grave, though.
“I’m fine,” she says, sipping at her water. “Besides, if I wanted to relax, I have a vibrator for that.” She smirks at me.
My eyes widen. “Baby, if you think a vibrator is better than the real deal, better than I could… Fuck—nope, forget I said anything.” I come to my senses and take a step back.
I cannot be talking to her like this. Helena isn’t some random chick I met at the club.
She’s a Valentino. She’s my boss’s little sister.
“No, you can’t take back what you said. Unless, of course, you’re all talk and afraid of having to put your money where your mouth is.” Helena lifts the glass to her lips. As she goes to drink it, the water spills down the front of her white tank top.
Fucking hell, she really is trying to get me killed.
“Stop.” I hold out a hand towards her.
“Oh no, I’ve spilled water all over myself.” She smiles as she takes a step forward, forcing me to take one back. My hand falls to my side and my ass hits the counter.
Helena reaches behind me. Her head tilts up towards mine and her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Why the hell is that so damn hot? No, it’s not hot. It’s trouble.
“Why do you look scared? Have you never had a woman press herself up against you before?” Her voice drops to something new. Something seductive.
Clearing my throat and hopefully my head, I wrap my hands around her upper arms and push her back slightly. “You’ll need to do better than that to get me to break.”
“Oh, okay then. Whatever you say, big guy.” Helena’s fingers drag down the middle of my chest. “Natural, or do you use steroids?” she asks.
“Natural,” I tell her. “I don’t touch drugs.” We might sell ?em, but it’s a big fucking no-no to partake in our business. Just like being this close to the boss’s sister…
“I think I’ll take you up on your offer.” Helena steps backwards, her hands land on the counter, and she lifts herself up until she’s sitting on top of it.
“I didn’t make an offer.” I don’t move. I’m like a deer caught in the headlights, especially when the little vixen opens her legs. So wide that I can see she’s not wearing any underwear beneath those shorts. My mouth goes dry. She’s wet and every fiber of my being wants a taste.
“Pity, guess I’ll just have to take care of this itch all by myself then,” Helena says as her fingers trail up her inner thigh.
She’s not going to…
No. Fuck, she is. Helena slides her fingers under the fabric of her shorts. Her eyes close briefly and she exhales when they make contact with her pussy.
Fuck me. My cock is rock hard. But I’m frozen. I can’t move.
“You know, if you’re watching me, it’s only fair I get to watch you,” Helena says.
“We can’t do this,” I manage to get out.
“Sure we can. You’re not even touching me—ooh…” Helena’s head falls back. Her breasts strain against the fabric of her wet tank, pebbled nipples begging me to take them in my mouth.
“You’re going to get me killed,” I groan. My hand rubs against my cock, trying to release some of the tension.
“Nope, you’re not touching me. You aren’t breaking the rules, Marco,” she says, making eye contact with me. “Don’t you want to play? Or are you too scared?”
“Of your brother, yes. Only a fucking idiot wouldn’t be,” I grunt.
“I won’t tell. Come on, don’t make me do this all alone.” Helena removes her fingers from her shorts, holding them up between us. “I’m so wet,” she says.
Stepping forward, I grab her wrist. And before I can think better of it, I bring those glistening fingers to my mouth.
The moment her taste lands on my tongue, I know there is no turning back.
There’s no saving either of us, because I’m going to completely devour this woman.
If it’s my downfall, then so be it. The least I can do is enjoy my last meal.
“Fuck it.”