Chapter 12
Twelve
Nicholas
T he idea of hunting her down and fucking her has me pacing like a caged animal. I need her now. Even as fucked up as I am, I can see the signs of an unhealthy obsession forming. Which is ridiculous because she’s going to leave after the weekend. She’ll return to Arkansas with her cousins – who would gladly chop my balls off and shove them down my throat for me to choke on if I seriously pursued her. My face is still sore from Mark’s warning. Fucker. He won’t be a threat for too much longer. The Greek mafia is here to return him to Greece. Actually, the Goodman brothers will be preoccupied as well. No doubt they’ll want to get Mark back. Interesting. That’s definitely something to think about. That also means I’ll need to get plans moving for my new casino.
I check my phone. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. “Ready or not, here I come,” I say aloud as I press the call button for the elevator. I hope she’s ready for what’s about to happen. She’s feisty but also gentle-natured, I wonder which way she’ll be while pinned beneath me. Does that smart mouth of hers suck dick as well as it gives retorts? Going back to my previous thought, there’s only one way to find out .
As I step off the elevator, my instincts are screaming for me not to do the obvious. Maeve is going to try and trick me. Try being the key word. There’s cameras everywhere and it would only take a second to track her down through security footage. But I want the chase. Which is why I won’t even ask for help from my employees as if they saw her. Nope. I won’t give Maeve any reason to dispute my upcoming victory.
Surrounding me are the typical casino sounds: laughter, upbeat music, slots ringing, and dealers calling for hopeful victims to place their bets. For a decade I was trained and molded into a vicious, ruthless henchman. There was nobody I couldn’t find, and once they were found, it was up to Cleric if I was to show mercy or carry out his judgment. I’m also well informed on human anatomy, where the major and minor arteries are. It’s helpful to know when I want to prolong the torture and ensure a slow death. And I was fucking good at it. That little skill isn’t needed for now, but I am using all my years of experience and training to find my little prey. This might be my favorite chase. My adrenaline is pumping so hard I can barely contain myself.
The restaurant.
Nobody stops me or says a word as I stalk through. I narrow my eyes and scan the patrons sitting inside. Too easy. She’d go deeper. Once in the kitchen all the staff halts and addresses me with fear and respect. I give a wave of my hand to try to put them at ease and get back to work. She’s here. I know she is. The freezer would be the most miserable place to hide. She’d have to have given up by now, but the cooler would be bearable.
No doubt the opening of the door has alerted her that someone is here. The shelves on the left are lined with boxes of fresh vegetables. On the right there’s shelves with dairy products and eggs. My eyes travel down to a stack of boxes pushed out on the floor. I can’t stop my shit-eating grin when I spot the tiniest hint of red behind a box. Her shoe.
“Red really is my favorite color. It shows up so well.”
At the sound of my voice, she hisses a shit. The boxes are shoved hard against me and topple over. I take a step back, not because they actually hurt or are heavy enough to do anything, but to allow her the space to run. Her feet only slide a bit as she hurries out of the cooler. The door eases closed, but I shove it hard back open in time to see her run out the back to the loading docks where the food trucks drop off our supplies.
She’s running toward the garden where we hold outdoor events, mostly weddings. This is working out better than I could’ve hoped. There’s lots of trees and hedges. Not only will the hunt be even more fun, but taking her on the ground outside is triggering my darkest and depraved desires. Maeve Goodman is about to be at my mercy and that sends a thrill straight to my dick. I barely know the woman, but she’s managed to get under my skin; and for that, she’ll be punished. I want her writhing and consumed with need for me.
I press the button at my ear and speak. “This area is closed off. Make sure nobody disturbs us.” My guards aren’t far behind me. They know to keep a safe distance.
Just to make this more fun and to further fuck with her, I press the button again. “Switch off all the lights.”
“Boss. We won’t have a good visual for your safety.”
“If it’ll ease your mind keep the perimeter lights. All others switch off immediately.”
“Yes, sir.”
And just like that, we’re engulfed in darkness. Of course it’s not pitch black. There’s a soft glow from the city lights, but it’s not enough to provide clear visuals.
“Ready or not, here I come, Little Bit.” My low voice is clear in the quiet night air. I pause my steps and wait. Looking in both directions, my eyes strain to see any hints of movement or signs of recent disruption on the ground. I take a few cautious steps. The prospect that she could dart out any minute in a run has my heart hammering in my chest. I wonder if she’s afraid of being caught, or does the idea excite her as much as it does me?
Looks like I’m about to get my answer. I hear leaves crunching and then a slight gasp. I bolt in that direction. Her heavy footfalls on the other side of the hedge are followed by my steady pace. There’s a slight fear she might wear herself out before she can try to fight me off. That thought drives my legs to move faster, run harder. I push my body forward to the upcoming opening between the hedges and leap through. She’s as good as mine now.
I slam into her and tackle her. My hand cups her head to prevent it from hitting the ground. Her eyes flash wide as she looks up at me and then… I’ll be damned. She’s as fucked up as I am. The lust burning in her eyes matches my own. Maybe Maeve is the wolf in sheep’s clothing. She wears the mask of a good girl, but I can see the illicit desires swirling behind her eyes.
An overwhelming primal need to claim her takes hold of me. To fuck her so thoroughly that she’ll be ruined for anyone else. I don’t want to only mark her skin but her soul. I warned her of this. I told her I never lose, and it wasn’t just being cocky. Facts. I’ll stop at nothing to win, and tonight, she’s the prize. I’ve captured her, and now she’ll be devoured by me.
I take hold of her wrists and pin them above her head. “Caught you, Little She-Wolf.”
Her voice is husky and breathless. “She-wolf?”
I shift so that only one hand grips both her wrists, allowing me to trace along her delicate jaw with the back of my other hand. “Yes. And now, you’re mine.” My hips press harder against her, pinning her against me and the ground.
“We’re really going to do this here?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. You were the one putting on a stiff exterior and then demanding to have me for the night.” Her eyes darken and it only adds to my excitement. In a hushed tone I tell her, “You have such a gorgeous body. I can’t wait to defile it. You wanted a night of sin with your fiancé, remember?” Her eyes flutter closed so I wrap my hand around her neck. “Look at me,” I demand. “I plan to have you trembling under my tongue. You’re going to spread your legs for me. I’m going to eat you up. Then you’ll take my dick. You’re going to be my greedy little whore, aren’t you?”
“I thought I was your fiancée?” she forces the words out as I tighten my grip on her throat.
“Fiancée. Whore. The point is your fucking mine. I’m going to fuck you like a whore now, and then later I’ll worship your body like a good fiancée.”
I press my erection firmly against her clit and she moans loudly. Gripping her leggings with one hand, I roughly jerk them down. She tries to tighten her thighs and jerks her body around beneath me. I was worried for nothing. She still has plenty of fight left. I reach between her legs and pinch her clit. The sweetest cry releases from her plump red lips. It’s a damn good thing nobody can hear her. These sounds are only for me.
I slide my fingers down and inside her. “You’re dripping all over me.” Her hips rotate for more. Mindlessly begging me for more friction. I’m torn between making her suffer or giving in to her sweet little cries. “Are you going to come for me? I’m ready to lick your orgasm off my fingers and then off your pussy.”
Once my thumb presses against her clit, she erupts. Her back arches and her pussy pulses around my fingers. “That’s a good girl.” I place a kiss on the tip of her nose. When I pull back, the sweetest little smile tugs at her lips. A tight ache settles in my chest at the sight. A low groan of approval rumbles in my chest. I slide down to her neck as I gather the hem of her hoodie in my fists. “This needs to be removed.”
Once she’s completely nude lying on the grass beneath me, I spread her thighs apart and place her legs on my shoulders. I flick my tongue over her clit. Her hips buck, but I hold them hostage in my grip. She hums in frustration so I do it again. Another strangled cry. “You’ve been using that smart mouth all day, Little She-Wolf. Even to the point of being bossy from the moment you got in my car to telling a room full of men that you want my dick. Don’t hold back now.”
“I – I don’t even know,” she whispers.
“Bullshit.” I take her clit between my teeth and she cries out. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to devour me!”
Damn right she does. Satisfied with her finally admitting her desire for me, I plunge my tongue between her legs. I suck, nibble, taste, and fuck her pussy with my mouth. All the while, Maeve moans and shudders under my touch. Her orgasm snaps my last shred of control. I can’t get my painfully hard cock out fast enough.
Her legs are limp on my shoulders. In fact, I think her whole body has turned liquid on the ground. Poor thing. She has no clue what’s about to happen. I take my dick in my hand and line it up with her perfect pussy. In one swift movement, I slam into her. I hold her in a merciless grip as her pussy tightens around me. My mouth falls down on hers to swallow all the little sounds of her pleasure. Her hands hold my shoulder for support as I thrust deep and hard inside her. I’m sure the ground isn’t doing her back any favors. But she doesn’t tell me to stop or complain, only holds on tighter and joins me in chasing our pleasure. I pound her in an animalistic frenzy. But she meets me with each thrust. I can’t get enough. No matter how tight I hold her to me, no matter how deep I insert myself, or how many kisses I take from her – I can’t get enough. The way she’s become so intoxicating to me in such a short amount of time is fucking terrifying.
My orgasm is so violent that a roar rips from my throat and my legs become unsteady. I empty myself inside her. Enjoying the feel of the mess we’re making between her thighs. Only then does the thought occur to me that we didn’t use a condom. I always practice safe sex. She’s completely unraveled me.
Maeve’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Shit! Shit! Shit! We didn’t use protection. Am I going to get an STD? Pregnant? No, no, no, no.”
I’m taken aback with her insults. Still inside her with a now deflating dick, I hover over her as I speak. “One, I’m clean, and two, we’ll go get you a pill. But might I just say most women would be relishing this moment and over the moon at the prospect of getting impregnated by me.”
“Are you fucking serious?” She laughs.
Laughs! No man ever wants a woman laughing while his dick is out. We were having such a nice time. My dick isn’t hardening but my face is. Her laughter immediately ceases. “Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.”
I stand and then extend my hand to help her up. Her legs wobble and that adds a little gratification to my bruised ego. She quietly and quickly gets dressed.
“Hey, that was fun,” she tells me.
“Being your fiancé isn’t going to be such a hardship, I guess.”
She clicks her tongue and trails a finger along my jaw. “That was just a taste. Your work isn’t done, yet.”
And just like that, I forgive her.