Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
“Make yourself at home. Kitchen is through there.” I point to the hall that leads to the kitchen and dining room.
“This is where you live?” Helena asks, looking around.
“Ah, yeah, why?” I try to see my apartment through her eyes. It’s on the smaller side but clean, and everything has a place. I have people who come through and straighten up three times a week.
“It’s really nice. I just didn’t think soldiering paid that well,” she says.
“My father was a capo. He left me a sizeable inheritance,” I admit.
“I don’t work because I have to. I work ?cause I want to.
” I’m loyal to the Valentino family. I’ve never gone against them—well, until I couldn’t stop myself from fucking the woman currently taking a self-guided tour of my apartment.
“Your brother will be here soon. You won’t have to stay long,” I say, after a moment of awkward silence.
“Why don’t you want people to know you can’t read?” Helena asks me.
I turn towards the kitchen. This is not a conversation I want to have. The fact that I needed to know what was written on her wall more than I needed to hide my secret… Yeah, that’s something that’s never happened before. I’ve always found ways to work around my little flaw.
“I don’t care, you know. Most people won’t. And the ones who do, well, they don’t matter,” Helena says. “And I’d be more than happy to tell them to go jump off a cliff.”
“Thank you. But weakness is not taken too kindly in my line of work.” I open the fridge and start pulling out ingredients. Maybe I’ll make her a sandwich. I’m not exactly the best cook but I’m not the worst either.
“Not being able to read isn’t a weakness, Marco,” Helena says, stepping up behind me.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything.” I place the turkey and cheese onto the counter. “You need to eat.” Truth is, I just need to keep myself busy before I do something stupid. Like bend this woman over this counter and do all the unspeakable things running through my mind.
“I won’t,” she says. “How long did Neo say he was going to be?” Helena steps in front of me.
“About an hour. Why?” I ask and watch as Helena backs herself against the counter. Then I lean in and inhale her scent. “Fuck, you smell so damn edible.” She smells like fucking cinnamon and sugar—like a syrup that I want to lick off my fingers.
“I… I want…” Helena moans when my fingers start sliding along her thigh.
“What is it that you want, princess?” I ask her, continuing my journey up the inside of her skirt.
“I want to come,” she says. “I want you to make me come.”
“With fucking pleasure,” I growl. My lips make their way up her neck before finding her mouth.
And when I reach her panties, I glide two fingers through her folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess.” My cock hardens in my pants as I press myself into her stomach.
“Feel what you do to me. You’ve had me hard all fucking day and you know it. ”
My lips move back down her neck, and my teeth nibble on her earlobe as my fingers continue to explore her wet pussy.
I curl them upwards and Helena moans as her hands twist around my shirt.
I pull back and watch her face, because there’s nothing more fucking beautiful than seeing this woman overcome with pleasure. Pleasure I’m giving her.
“I want you to make yourself come on my hand,” I say as my fingers move in and out at their own beat. Helena’s head lulls backwards. “Are you going to come for me, princess?”
“I… I can’t,” she says. “I need more…”
“You can and you fucking will,” I grunt, pulling my fingers out and then shoving them into her soaking-wet cunt as hard as I can.
“Oh shit,” she moans. Her eyes close, and she finally lets go. Grinding herself against my palm.
“Fuck yes, this pussy of yours is fucking tight, wet, warm.” The more I talk, the harder and faster Helena’s hips move.
“I can’t wait to feel this pussy gripping my cock again.
Best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. I bet you want that, don’t you?
You want to choke my cock with your pussy?
Take everything I’ve got? Come on, princess, come for me.
I want your juices all over my fucking hand.
I want my fingers to smell like you when I choke the life out of the fucker trying to hurt you. ”
That does it. Helena’s body stiffens, shakes slightly, and then she slumps into my arms. If I wasn’t holding her up, I have no doubt she’d fall to the kitchen floor.
“Fuck.” I remove my hand and readjust her panties. “So damn hot,” I grunt as I bring my glistening fingers to my mouth before sucking them clean. Her taste explodes on my tongue. “Fucking delicious.”
“I really needed that,” Helena says breathlessly. She hasn’t been, but she looks thoroughly fucked right now.
Just as that thought crosses my mind, there’s a rapid knock on my door. “Fuck, it’s your brother,”
“Shit, shit, shit.” Helena scrambles off the counter as she pushes away from me.
“Go into the bathroom. Freshen up and come back out not looking so… freshly fucked,” I tell her. “Although it’s a great fucking look on you.”
“Thanks.” Helena smiles. “Just don’t do anything stupid, like come clean to Neo about what we’ve been doing. There are some things he really doesn’t need to know.”
“Okay,” I agree.
I know it’s going to have to come out eventually, though, because I’m not sure I want to walk away from this.
I never believed that you could fall in love at first sight.
I don’t think what I feel for Helena is love, but it’s strong.
When I saw her apartment, I wanted blood.
I wanted to wrap her up and lock her away somewhere safe. I’ve never felt that urge before. Ever.