5. Dario #3
Taking another drink, I lean back against the island, refusing to be intimidated by the much younger man whose mind doesn’t work like anyone else’s I’ve ever met.
I imagine this is what it feels like to be in a room with a lion.
My gut is telling me to not make any sudden movements and to hope like hell he didn’t show up here hungry.
“Your sister is fine,” I tell him.
“I know she is.” He holds up his phone. “She texted me from your bed.”
His light blue eyes study mine, and it’s damn hard to not look away. There’s no way to tell what he’s thinking, so I don’t even bother trying to guess. I just wait, enduring his intense scrutiny until he finally says, “What’s going on between you two?”
“Nothing,” I tell him, watching as everything remains frozen aside from a slight raising of his eyebrow in an obvious show of disbelief.
“Nothing has happened,” I say again, deciding he doesn’t need to know that I’d just been lightly tugging on his sister’s nipple piercing less than fifteen minutes ago.
“But you want it to.” The tone makes it clear it’s not a question, so I don’t attempt to answer it.
His intense stare doesn’t let up, and I refuse to cave under it.
Very little in life intimidates me, but Sasha manages to put me on edge when he gives me his full undivided attention like he is right now.
After several more tense minutes, I finally say, “I don’t know what you want from me, Sasha. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“If I thought for one second that was a possibility, you’d already be dead.”
My body grows tense at his casual response. “Don’t forget I’m the one who taught you. I won’t be that easy to kill.”
The corner of Sasha’s mouth lifts up again. “You’d put up a good fight, but I’d get you in the end. We both know it’s true.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I tell him, but he just grins.
It takes a lot to offend Sasha. He has the kind of confidence that comes with knowing he could kill every single person around him.
It’s not a cocky swagger kind of confidence but more of a quiet one.
I’ve learned over the years that he’s always in control.
I’ve never seen him lose it, and I never want to.
A truly unhinged and unchecked Sasha is not something I want to be around.
I’m not so sure anyone would survive it.
He has rules, but in order to follow them, it requires him to be in control.
“I don’t know what’s going on between you and my sister, but you know as well as I do that Mia is a tenacious little thing. She’s decided she wants you.” He gives a small shrug like that makes it a done deal.
“I do have a say in this,” I tell him.
He laughs and finishes off his coke. “You keep telling yourself that. If you’re smart, you won’t let my dad find out. He already lost one daughter to your family. He’s not going to want to lose another.”
I don’t comment on what he’s just said, not wanting to acknowledge or think about what I’m feeling for Mia and how that might affect our future. Instead, I watch Sasha throw away his coke and then check his phone before he looks back over at me.
“Was she upset about tonight?”
“She was,” I say, and then add, “You could’ve eased her into that a bit more, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I sometimes forget she’s not like me. She’s never backed down from anything, so I push her harder than I should. She did well, though. Most people would’ve freaked out, but all she did was hesitate.”
“She’d appreciate hearing that from you. I already told her she didn’t let you down, but I’m not sure she fully believes me. We both know she puts you on a pedestal.”
“She’s the only person on the planet who would,” he says with a laugh.
“Ever since she was born, she’s been following me around.
Even after everyone else realized something was off with me, she never seemed to care.
She’s never treated me any differently. None of the others have, that’s not what I’m saying, but with Mia it’s always been different.
She’s not scared of me,” he says like he still can’t fully believe it, and then he smiles and adds, “like at all.”
“You’re her older brother,” I tell him. “She knows you’d never hurt her, and she trusts you completely.”
“I would never hurt her,” he agrees, “and that includes protecting her from men who could potentially break her heart. She’s not like me. She feels things, even if she likes to pretend that she doesn’t. Don’t break her fucking heart, Dario.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” I finish the last of my whiskey, my mind quickly going back to my bed, wondering if she’s still awake and cursing myself for not insisting she take a few painkillers.
Sasha starts to walk off. “I’ve already told my dad that Mia’s sleeping on my couch tonight. I’ll come pick her up in the morning.”
“Sounds good,” I tell him, even though I know the plan has already been decided. I’m used to being in charge, but over the last few months Mia has slowly been turning everything in my life on its ass, and now is no exception.
After her brother leaves, I tell myself that I’m just going to go up and check on her and then I’ll grab what I need and sleep in the spare room, but as soon as I open the door and see her curled up in my bed, my legs start moving, closing the distance between us before I’ve even made the conscious decision to do so.
With her eyes closed, she looks completely at peace.
All the usual tension she holds in her body and face is gone, and I can’t resist reaching down to brush a strand of hair off her cheek so I can see her better.
Her skin is so fucking soft, and when I trail my finger lightly up her face, she lets out a whisper-soft moan but doesn’t wake up.
I lightly graze the piercings that run up her ear, and my thoughts immediately go to the nipple piercings I know she has and the clitoral hood piercing that I’m almost positive she has.
I’m intrigued by this woman in a way that I’ve never experienced before, and I love that she’s constantly surprising me in new ways.
A fucking pussy piercing, Jesus Christ.
My desire to do a Google search is strong.
I want to know every single thing about it and what exactly the perks of having one are.
Obviously, it makes her come easily, but I want all the details, and I want to take my time exploring it and learning everything I can about it.
I refuse to look to the internet for answers, though.
I don’t want to see pictures of someone else’s piercing.
I want to see hers . I want to learn from her , and that’s a realization that nearly knocks me on my ass.
I don’t get attached to women. As heartless as it sounds, they’ve been pretty interchangeable my entire life.
I didn’t really care who it was as long as she was willing and I was in the mood.
It’s not like that with Mia. She couldn’t be just anyone in my bed right now.
She couldn’t be switched out for someone else without me caring.
I don’t want anyone else. I just want her.
While I’m having the biggest epiphany of my life, she lets out a soft snore and rolls onto her back, completely oblivious to the fact that my entire world just changed and that she’s now the very center of it.
Unsure what the fuck I’m supposed to do with this revelation, I scrub a hand over the back of my neck, trying to rub out some of the tension as I make my way into the bathroom.
I take my time in the hot shower, but I refuse to do anything about my aching cock. After she came on my chair the other night, I’d jerked off harder than I ever have, and I refuse to do it again. The next time I come, it’s going to be inside her, which is apparently happening in two weeks’ time.
When I step out of the bathroom, I’m in nothing but a pair of joggers, and I’m willfully ignoring the voice in my head that’s telling me I need to get my ass to the spare room.
Instead, I walk over to my bed, stopping when I see the mess Mia’s made of it.
I don’t know what in the hell kind of dream she’s been having, but it looks like she’s been fighting for her life.
The covers have been kicked off, but the sheet is still hooked around one of her legs.
I watch in fascination as she flails around, letting out an angry huff of air before she gives another kick, freeing her leg of the fabric restraint before she lays spread eagle in the center of my king-size bed.
She must’ve taken her pants off before she fell asleep, because she’s in nothing but her thin bra and a pair of pink boy shorts that she manages to make look sexier than any lacy lingerie could ever be.
I love that she’s so tough but still likes to wear pink.
She’s the perfect mix of everything, and I can’t get enough.
“Jesus,” I whisper, running my eyes over her, greedily taking in every inch of her toned young body.
As violent of a sleeper as she is, she’s also a heavy one and remains in a deep sleep when I get on the bed and crawl my way over to her.
As if she can sense me, she lets out a heavy breath and hikes one knee up and to the side.
I freeze in place at the sight of her spread open for me like this, and when I see a small swell beneath the fabric of her boy shorts, my breath catches in my throat, and my pulse starts to race.
I couldn’t back away now even if I wanted to.
I know I’m seeing proof of her piercing, and god help me I want to see more.