Chapter 23
Castor
“So much for our celebration.” I dab a napkin on my lip.
We’re pulled over, Gia and I, on a dark street where only the light from my sun visor shines on my bloody face. “Prick hits hard for a string bean.”
“It’s all that practice he has.” Gia frowns, cleaning the wound on my cheek. “I thought he was going to kill you.”
“It could’ve gone either way. How do you think he got his street name?” I say, trying to look over at Gia, but even moving my eyes is filled with shooting pains.
“So what was that? An outburst, and now what? We have his blessing?” Gia asks as if I’m his fucking sibling.
I shake my head. “That’s why we’re going straight to his house after this… To ask all the right questions and put this to bed once and for all.”
Gia tenses at that. “Shouldn’t we just leave it alone?”
“No. That’s not how your brother operates. We have to hammer the tough stuff into his head six times before it sticks, otherwise he’ll be pacing outside of Bangos on his twentieth cigarette tomorrow night. Trust me.”
“Okay, Castor.”
In truth, my adrenaline is still pumping. Yeah, the pain is sinking in, but catching glimpses of Gia’s short-shorts riding up her leg is coaxing me to ignore all the bad. When she goes to dab the next wound, I catch her hand and slowly rub it down my body, past my chest, my abs, until her hand is over my cock.
She pulls away. “Now?”
“Unless I’m too hideous for you?” I grin, and the pain is like a lightning bolt stabbed my skull. Doesn’t matter though, I’m still pooling blood into the right spot.
“Actually, I don’t think you ever looked hotter.” She leans closer to my seat, testing the waters. “When Marco’s gun went off, you didn’t even flinch. What kind of man are you?” She kisses my neck, and a small burst of pleasure combats the pain in my face.
I grab her hair to look her in the eyes. “It’s a shame we can’t kiss right now.” My other hand unzips my pants. “But you’ll be a good girl, won’t you?”
She pulls down her shorts just enough to show me her wiggling ass. “Why do you think I wore this?” She licks her lips, eyeing my cock. But I don’t let her go.
“You want it, don’t you?”
“I do, Castor. Right here in this car. I’ve been dreaming about it all day.”
I flex my abs and thrust my throbbing cock right near her face, evoking a moan that drives me crazy. My cheeks and brow grow numb as my entire body focuses on wanting to stick it in all of her holes. As I let go of her hair, she lunges for me like she hasn’t eaten in days.
“Mm. You never let me pleasure you first,” she says. The sucking sounds alone are enough to make me cum. But I’m going to hold.
My hand crawls for her ass. Her skin is so smooth and clean. I can appreciate all forms of my goddess. Gia Castellano… have you been using my beads? I stick my pinky right into her second hole and notice that it’s a bit looser than the first time.
The idea makes me groan. One day I’ll be able to get all of me inside there. She likes it.
“You’ve been practicing,” I growl.
She comes up for air, wiping her mouth of all my precum and her saliva. “What did you expect? You leave me to my own devices, I’m going to play. Mm.” She dives back in before I can respond, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
My index and pointer fingers reach down to find a soaking wet slit ready for the taking. I wish my face wasn’t a mangled mess. I want to be down there, pleasuring her. There’s no greater satisfaction besides burying my enemies in gold.
“Mph. Stay there, baby.” Gia’s playing me like a fiddle, jerking my cock while climbing over the center console. I already pushed my seat the farthest back possible, tilting the seat until I’m almost laying flat, so she could work.
She’s straddled over my chest, waving her ass in my face. It smells like fresh-scented flowery soap and the drip of sex pooling out of her pussy. I turn into an animal, but just as I’m about to bury my face in it, a shooting pain makes me groan.
Gia winces, scooting forward so she’s out of reach of my tongue and now on my lap. “Don’t hurt yourself. Sit still.” She presses my cock forward and teases it over her savory pussy. It’s so warm over the head that I can’t resist. The way her back arches, her free hand gripping the steering wheel, ignites a low growl from me. I even notice a touch of blood, which makes my heart race harder.
“Oh my God.” She notices. “I think I’m getting my—”
I grab her by the hips and have the whole of her hug me all the way to the ring. Blood, scent, all things taboo turn me into the animal I am.
“Castor—I’m—going to bleed all over you.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” I grab her ass hard and smack it. Watching her back up and down shows me she never really worried about bleeding on me, which confirms all my suspicions. She’s a freak-in-training, and I love it.