Chapter 9 #2
So fucking beautiful. I watch in bewilderment, treading through the water as she uses me in slow, pressured strokes.
When I can touch the ground, I walk us to the bank until I can shove her onto her back and slam into her. Her legs are still tightly wound around my hips as I lower my face toward her, enjoying the hot caress of her breath.
One hand scratches down my side as the other comes to a stop in front of my lips.
“No kissing.” She breathes harshly as I slam back into her.
“Still scared to fall for me?” Her hand completely covers my mouth now, and it reminds me of the first time I fucked her. And just like then, I bite down on her hand, and she groans.
I thrust into her, the water splashing around us, as I lose myself in this woman who is more than accommodating for my harsh and wild fucking.
I won’t let her leave me hanging again, so I grip her hip tightly, positioning her so she can’t walk away this time. As I hasten my pace, she begins to whimper, her own climb building. I pinch her pierced nipple, forcing her to buck beneath me as I continue to hold her in place by the hip.
The cool breeze brushes my back as I fuck her. My jaw clenches as her legs tighten around me, and her arms suddenly wrap around my neck as she screams into the cool night air.
“Fuck,” I grit as I jerk into her, her pussy milking my cock as her legs tremble and she holds on to me for dear life.
I blow into her, rocking my hips back and forth, satisfied as I shove my cum deeper into her cunt. The thought immediately crosses my mind of what it would be like to trap a woman like this. To fuck her so often that she carries my child.
I come to an immediate halt. That’s a jarring thought I’ve never had before.
What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
The moment Romi’s done, she unwinds her legs from around my back, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers, “Thanks for the ride. It’s just what I needed.” Then she shoves me away.
I’m too stunned by my previous thought to even think of something witty to say, which is a fucking first for me.
My eyebrows dip. Was it the cold water that froze my fucking brain? Why was I thinking of impregnating her? Up until now, women only looked like a ball and chain to me, not to mention the entrapment of a family.
She’s already striding across the grass to her clothes as she looks over her shoulder. “Oh, and don’t worry, I’m on birth control, doc.”
This woman has no idea who she’s fucking with. And I wonder if she did, would she still be willing to dance with me like this?
She may be chaotic and messy, but there’s a challenge in her every scathing word and gaze. I find myself chasing after her like some love-sick fool, unable to get enough.
She’s noticeably shaking as she tries to quickly put her clothes back on, barely looking at me, and I’m disappointed because I know for a fact she’ll like what she sees.
“F-fuck, it’s c-cold,” she says, teeth chattering, and then immediately sneezes.
“I told you it was a bad idea,” I growl, though I’m not complaining in the slightest. I could die a happy man right now. Especially knowing that my cum fills her tight little cunt now. Satisfaction rolls through me. I want my cum dripping down her legs every day.
“Stop being a downer,” she chastises as she pulls her jeans back on, and I wish she wouldn’t hide that beautiful body of hers. Then again, I suddenly have no intention of allowing any other person to see her like this.
My eyebrows dip slightly. I’ve never cared once in my life as to who a woman was fucking. But the mere thought of someone else claiming her body, of pushing her over the edge, draws out my lethal side.
Interesting.
It only furthers my curiosity for the little vixen.
I pick up my leather jacket and hand it to her.
“Are you sure you’ll be fine in just a wet shirt?”
Shit, no. I’m going to freeze my ass off.
“My mother would haunt me from the grave if I let you freeze on the back of my bike even if this is your fault. In fact, she might even tell me to stay away from you since you’re such a bad influence,” I say as I zip up my pants.
I deliberately angle my stomach and chest in such a way as to exaggerate the ridges of my abs.
And I’m confused when I raise my head to find she’s looking at my face, not at them.
“Your mother's dead?” Her voice is quiet and a little sad.
Well, that’s a downer.
“As well as my father. Don’t get sentimental about it, sweetheart. I’m not,” I say coldly, finding my shirt and turning my back to her.
“Why do you have so many scars all over your back?” she asks. Ah, so she’s just now noticed the jagged, pinkish-white lines. I mean, she’s only noticing now after the third time we’ve fucked, but I roll in glee that for the first time since I’ve known her, she’s curious about me.
“Most of these were courtesy of said dead father. He was a dick,” I state simply. “The others… Let’s just say they were due to occupational hazards.”
Her hair is still dripping wet, and my leather jacket is huge on her. I walk over and adjust the front before zipping it up. She’s frowning, and I grow greedy, hoping she’ll ask me another question.
Instead, she simply purses her lips, as if realizing she’s already delved too deeply, and I can see the moment she slips back behind her hardened wall of indifference.
It only serves to excite me. Now that I know this side of her exists, this curious little creature, I’ll do everything I can to draw her back out.
“You look good in my jacket.”
“I look good in everything,” she deadpans as she reaches for her socks—another colorful llama design—and then boots. “So, are you going to let me drive this time?”
“Not a fucking chance, sweetheart.”
“I’ll have you know my father owned a farm, and I was riding a dirt bike at six,” she says, closing the visor on the helmet and looking over at me impatiently.
The moment it snaps down, it’s the abrupt ending to that conversation.
She’ll only let me see a small crack in her armor, but I’ll accept it.
For now. I want to ask more about her family, but I know I have all the time in the world to slither through the cracks in her walls.
I grin as I put my glasses on and hop on the bike first. She’s quick to wrap her arms around my waist, and I’m still smiling as we drive back toward the city, knowing my cum is still inside of her, and that this woman has finally become curious about me.
By the time we reach the apartment, the sun is rising, and the chill of the ride soaks into my bones. It’s fucking freezing, but I’d do it all over again simply because of how tightly Romi clung to me, either from tiredness or because she was using me yet again, this time for the warmth of my body.
I spot the hound sitting on his motorcycle outside of our apartment building the moment we pull up. I know it’s Sky by the model of his bike, and I’m not appreciative in the slightest that he’s here. Or that he’ll get a good look at Romi.
She gets off the bike and goes to take the helmet off, but I place my hand on it.
“Take it off when you’re inside,” I demand, because I don’t want Sky seeing her beauty.
She swats my hand away. “Don’t tell me what to do, unless you want to be kicked out onto the streets.”
My jaw tics because this woman is so fucking defiant in everything. She looks at me, then at Sky, whose face is covered by his helmet.
“Are you a part of some motorcycle club? Is that it?”
I scrunch my nose, insulted. “Don’t lump me in with that lot. I’ll be up in a few minutes. Miss me already?”
She scoffs and makes her way toward the building. I watch her hips sway, and despite my warning, she removes the helmet before going inside.
I walk across the street, not at all impressed by Sky being here.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I seethe.
Sky chuckles as he opens his visor; it's enough for me to see him, but not enough for anyone to identify him. Because the hounds are supposed to remain anonymous and unidentifiable.
“You know, despite how much you and your brother clearly don’t get along, you’re more similar than you think,” he notes.
“Don’t compare me to my brother. Need I remind you, you take orders from me now?”
“You don’t really think it’s that easy, do you?”
I don’t. But it doesn’t mean I won’t remind them where I stand in the hierarchy. Or that I can kick his ass.
“I don’t have loyalties, per se, not beyond Luca anyway. Your brother asked me to keep tabs on you. I wonder what he’ll think when I tell him you’re shacking up with one of his woman’s best friends. Hell, I’m wondering what Luca might think of it. It’s a bit close to home, wouldn’t you say?”
I can’t help but smile. A threat. An unknowing offer. An opportunity. I quite like how his mind works. He might be my favorite of the hounds so far because he reminds me of myself.
“What do you want?” I ask.
He shrugs, and although I can’t see his smile, I can see the mischievous glint in his eye. Oh, he and I could really get into some trouble together. I look forward to it. And I don’t often look forward to many things.
“Izak might’ve let it slip that you contributed a generous amount for a favor he did for you a few weeks ago. I can be generous too. I could not tell Lorenzo about this; maybe tell him you’re staying up in some fancy hotel instead.”
“I could simply kill you to keep you quiet. I don’t take kindly to threats.”
He meets my gaze without fear. “You’d do the same, wouldn’t you?”
Like I give a fuck. Money is just a bargaining tool, and if it gives me more time to explore the brilliant little mind upstairs—only moments away from shattering—then I’ll pay its worth.
“One hundred thousand,” he says, that twinkle of mischief in his gaze a little brighter now.
“Steep price.” I whistle, not really caring whatsoever. “How about you throw in your loyalty and report back to me what information you find out about my brother?”
“You’re making me curious about the beef between you two.”
“Don’t be. Do we have a deal?” I extend my hand, and he accepts, shaking it.
“Are you sure about this one, though?” he asks, jutting his chin toward the apartment's balcony. “I was here when I was acting as security for her friend, Lily Taylor. I don’t know the details, but something broke your new roommate. You might be playing with the wrong doll.”
I smile. “Stay away from Romi Lutton,” I say, my tone on the edge of threatening. “She’s mine to play with.”
He chuckles, slamming down his visor. “Got a thing for the crazy ones, eh? That’s on you. Just don’t get distracted, it doesn’t go well with Luca.”
He drives off, and I watch him, impressed by his bargaining. Had it been anyone else, I might’ve been inclined to kill them, but something tells me it’ll be more fun killing by Sky’s side.
I look back up at the apartment window, where moments ago I felt Romi’s gaze. Now she’s nowhere to be seen.