Chapter 3
Leon
Did I just get cock-blocked by my own dog?
I barely recognize Persephone right now. She’s typically a fierce protector who hates most people, especially the ones she doesn’t know. But she acts as if this woman were her best friend in a previous life.
Her brother, Hades, is typically the cuddly one. She’s the one next to whom I feel safer. But I have a feeling she’d let this woman take every worthy thing I have in this place.
And as she lifts from the floor, ass first, I’m not sure I wouldn’t let her, too. Persephone takes her place on the sectional, and the woman turns to me.
Her dress is all over the place, with the slit riding too high, and the cut of it riding too low. Her mouth is lipstick free and my heart pumps harder knowing I’m the one to blame.
She looks like sin wrapped in red. But there’s something more to her. I’ve had my share of stunning women in my bed. It comes with the territory. Women in my circles would kill to be a mafia princess, meaning they’ve been throwing themselves at me ever since I was old enough to notice it.
But this woman has no idea who I am. She doesn’t know I inherited a now-sinking family business.
She doesn’t know I’m currently waging war against a rival mafia family, or that my brother is missing and I constantly walk the line between rage and desperation of not being able to do anything about it.
No, she only knows she finds me attractive, and that she bested me at poker.
And, fuck if it doesn’t make my dick swell in my pants.
She takes the glass of water from my hands, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows it.
A drop of water misses her mouth, landing on the swell of her full breasts.
My eyes stick to it, following it as it slips under her dress, and I wet my lips.
“So,” she breaks the silence. “You promised me a night of fun.”
A chuckle rumbles out of me. I’ve been stressing for weeks, unable to control most of the things in my life. But this… this is my playground. This is where I get the control back.
I step toward her, lifting her chin. “If you want to have fun, you’re going to have to trust me. Can you do that?”
“Not really, no.”
I suppress a smirk, shaking my head. “Then I’ll take you home.”
I feel her throat swallow again. “I can do that. I trust you.”
“Good. If you want me to stop, just say it. Now get to the room on the far right.” I point toward the hallway.
She’s still for a second, gauging my reaction, but when I don’t give it, she listens and heads to my room. I down a sip of water before following her, making sure I close the door.
She stands in the middle of my bedroom. Her expression is determined, but she’s clutching her purse with more strength than needed. She’s obviously nervous, but she’s putting on a poker face. I get it. This is risky. I could have been a bad man.
Well, I am a bad man. But I won’t be bad to her.
“Want to make a bet?” I ask, hoping to ease the tension.
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Yes.”
“I bet I can make you come first.”
She releases an honest chuckle, and my lips turn up. “What if I make you come first?”
“You’ll get to come again.” I shrug.
“And if you win? Should I give you your money back?” Her voice is now a challenge.
“Nope. You won that fair and square. If I win, I’m already a winner for making you come.” I slip my hands into my pockets, rocking on my heels, and she stares at me with suspicion before reaching her hand out.
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
I take her hand firmly in mine, pulling her closer. “Now strip,” I whisper into her ear and make my way to sit on the edge of my bed.
“Is this how you’re going to make me come? By making me do all the work?”
I shoot her a pointed look, not gracing her with an answer.
A full minute passes before she realizes I’m not messing around and does what I asked.
She lifts an arm to pull the zipper of her dress down.
The pull is painfully slow, and the dress peels from her body, still not giving me a peek inside.
Once the zipper is halfway down her hip, she rolls the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress pool at her feet.
Fuck. I suck in a breath at the sight. Miles of curves and pale skin stand in front of me, and damn, if she was sinful in red, she’s a direct ticket to hell in a black bralette and lacy boxers.
She bites her bottom lip as she waits for my next instruction.
“All. The. Way. Down,” I grit out, my fists clenching at the sides to stop me from reaching toward her.
Not yet. The anticipation is half the fun.
Rather than setting her tits or pussy free, she slips off her heels, dropping four inches in height.
I barely notice, my eyes stuck on the curve of her hips and the thickness of her thighs.
Her hands hide behind her back, and, next thing I know, her bra drops to the floor.
My teeth grind together, mindless lust consuming me.
I wanted to control her, but the sight of her dark pink nipples hypnotized me instead.
Her tits are more than a handful, and my hands itch to touch her.
Her eyes turn devilish, noticing the effect she has on me.
She licks her lips in an over-exaggerated way, but my dick doesn’t care that it’s fake.
No, he strains against my uncomfortable pants, dying to be set free.
I wait patiently for her to pull her panties down, but what she does next makes me let out a “Motherfuc…”
With a smirk, she turns her ass toward me, bending at the waist and slowly, tortuously dragging the underwear down her legs.
Her ass is round and soft, begging to be grabbed.
She lowers the lacy fabric, the pink pussy making me salivate.
It glistens in the dimly lit room, showing me I’m not the only one affected by this.
She glances back, and I realize I need to say something. “Touch yourself. Bend over just like that and rub your little pussy.”
A whimper escapes her before she does what I asked. Her right hand trails up between her legs, finding her pussy, and her back arches at the contact.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Are you wet?”
“Mhm.” Her voice is practically a moan.
“I need your words. Dip your fingers inside and tell me how wet you are.”
She slips two fingers inside, and I let out a growl.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she breathes out.
“Are you? You sure you’re not lying to me?”
“Why don’t you come over and check?” she taunts.
“Why don’t you come over and show me?”
She shoots me another smirk and stalks toward me, as if eyeing her prey. She lifts two fingers in front of my face, victory gleaming in her eyes. “See?”
I pretend to inspect the fingers with doubt even though they’re visibly drenched. Her breath hitches as I pull them into my mouth, cleaning them off with my tongue. Her taste hits my taste buds, acting like a drug. She’s fucking delicious.
Her nipples are directly in my line of vision, two pebbled peaks dying for my touch. I give them a taste, brushing my palms over them. She shivers, closing her eyes.
When she opens them, the black pupils swallow the light blue irises, and she watches me like a predator. As if in slow motion, she drops to her knees in front of me; her manicured hands making their way over my thighs.
Shit, she’s hot. She makes her way to my cock, and I barely suppress a moan when she rubs me over my trousers.
I let her unbutton my pants to relieve some of the pressure from my cock, but as she reaches inside to get a hold of it, I grab her wrist. She might have thought she was the predator, but soon she’ll learn she’s prey.
“Nice try,” I say, the corner of my lips lifted in a smirk.
In one quick motion, I turn her around so that she’s lying face first on the bed, with her ass stuck in the air. My hold on her wrist is firm but not rough.
“You should know I take my bets very seriously, and this is one I plan to win.”
Though she definitely makes it harder, with the way her ass bounces while she wiggles to set herself free. Jesus.
The nails of her other hand claw into the back of mine, making me hiss. I subdue it, too, and wrap my fingers around both of her wrists to keep her in place. She’s still fighting, her little groans of struggle shooting straight to my dick.
Before she makes me come with the little show she’s putting on, I drop to my knees behind her and place a long lick over her soaked flesh.
Fuck, she tastes even better straight from the source. She lets out a pained whimper and relaxes in my hold, giving up on her pointless struggle. With one hand firmly planted on her wrists, I use the other to spread her ass cheeks and get better access.
I twirl my tongue around her clit before nipping it with my teeth. Her moan echoes off the walls of my room, and my mouth turns up. I suck on her clit and continue teasing it with short but fast licks until she circles her hips, grinding her delicious pussy on my face.
“That’s it. Ride it. Use my face.”
My mouth is completely soaked with her juices, but I want more. My tongue travels up, to her asshole. I lick her with fervor, and she lets out a loud groan, followed by a “Fuckkkkk.”
Fuck, indeed.
I made the bet, confident in my ability to win, but seeing her fall apart beneath me is a challenge.
My ass cheeks clench to stop myself from coming in my pants, and I place my free hand on her clit.
I rub it in quick circles, my tongue still focused on her asshole, and her moans turn incomprehensible.
She shakes under my touch, and with a loud groan, she climaxes. Her legs tremble, her back arches and she mewls like a kitten in heat, riding out her orgasm.
I’d be gloating about my victory if I weren’t so close to coming myself. As soon as her body settles down, I grab my cock roughly, hoping for the pain to stop my impending release. It takes a minute, and a few deep breaths, before I’m able to say, “I win.”
She lets out something akin to a chuckle. “Congrats. I guess you already got your reward.”
I trace the skin of her ass with the tip of my finger. I want to bite it. “Mhm. Though I think I changed my mind.” I dig my teeth into her flesh, making her hiss. “I want one more.”
“What?”
“I want one more orgasm from you.”
“How very ambitious of you.” She smacks her lips.
I lift her from the bed with care, turning her around, before throwing her onto her back. Her eyes widen, but she licks her lips, and I know she’s into it. “Oh, you have no idea.”
She’s a goddamn vision, splayed naked in front of me, but I have too many clothes on.
I start unbuttoning my shirt, but she obviously doesn’t appreciate the speed because she lifts from the bed, ripping the rest of my buttons clean off.
This girl is something else. I make quick work of my pants before I lose them, too.
Next up are my boxer shorts. I pull them down my legs, my cock springing free and her mouth parts on a silent ‘oh.’
I’m painfully hard, leaking pre-cum at the tip, so I waste no time, grabbing a condom from my nightstand and rolling it over my dick.
Climbing onto the bed, I place my elbow next to her head. Her eyes are dark and clear as she stares up at me, almost with awe. Using my hand, I guide my dick to her center, slowly inching my way inside of her.
Her wet heat envelopes me, evaporating every single thought from my brain. I bite into my bottom lip, gritting out a low, “Fuck.”