Chapter 2 #2
At first, I thought she was a dancer here, but from the way she’s holding herself, I know she isn’t.
This is a woman who is confident, who stands her ground, who knows what she wants.
One I shouldn’t have any interest in. And yet, when my eyes meet hers as she stands in front of me, I’m met with dangerous, beautiful green eyes and full lips that leave me with only one working head, and not the one on my shoulders.
I can’t help but think of how I could make those eyes even greener and how those red lips would wrap perfectly around my cock.
I run my tongue over my lower lip as I watch her open her mouth to say something, but my brain still isn’t working.
She raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow at me, and I shake my head, exiting the trance she induced.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear what you said.”
“I asked if you’d like another drink?” She points to my empty glass.
Should I take one more drink? It isn't like I have anywhere to be. I may even end up having some fun. I grin. “Only if you join me.”
She smiles and signals the bartender, who brings me another drink and, for her, of course, a margarita.
“You work here?” I ask
She tilts her head to the side and observes me. “Not officially.”
“What does that mean?”
“Sometimes, I help out, that’s all. What about you? I haven’t seen you here before.”
“First time here. Business meeting.”
“Was the meeting that bad?”
I chuckle. “Maybe.”
She grins and bites down on her lip. “Do you want a distraction?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Less talk, more action.”
I finish my drink in one go. “Lead the way.”
She leans over the bar, taking a bottle of whiskey from the counter, and I follow her to the corner of the club into one of the booths. I slide inside, and before she can take her seat, I grab her waist and pull her onto my hard cock. Her breath hitches, and her hands land on my shoulders.
I place my hand between her naked thighs, with the other firmly wrapped around her waist.
“You know what I fantasized about earlier, before you approached me?” She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head.
“I fantasized about how your lips would look perfect puffed around my cock and how your eyes would glisten with tears, making that stunning green pop while you choke on my dick.” Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches.
I can feel a slight tremble in her body. “Would you like that?”
Her eyes narrow. “I don’t kneel for any man,” she bites out, but still stays in my lap.
“So,” I say, and my hand moves up from between her thighs. “If I put my finger between your pussy lips, you wouldn’t be wet for me?”
She smirks. “Oh, I would. But to get me on my knees, you need to earn it.”
“Is that so?” I grin when she raises her eyebrow again. Challenge accepted. I raise my hand and sink my fingers into her hair before fisting it in my hand and pulling her toward me into a kiss.
I swipe my tongue between her lips, tasting her.
My senses explode with the taste of cherries.
I push my tongue deeper inside her mouth, hers meeting mine.
The taste of my whiskey mixes with her margarita as we both fight for dominance.
She wants control, but little does she know, I never give it up.
I’ve always taken the kind of woman who yields without a fight, who lets me do what I want, how I want.
So why the hell does she make my blood burn? Why does her defiance turn me on instead of pushing me away?
The questions vanish when I claim her mouth again, deep and hard, my hand tangling in her hair. I yank just enough to drag a small, needy moan from her, a sound that tells me she’s slipping right where I want her.
“Cherries are my new favorite flavor.” I smirk, tilting her head to the side and looking at her lust-filled eyes and her lipstick-smeared lips before I take the bottle of whiskey from the table and take a sip from it.
Taking her jaw in my hand, I widen her mouth until it opens, and then I spit it into her mouth and slam my lips on hers, swiping my tongue over hers.
She tries to swallow, but it spills from the sides of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her neck.
I let go of her mouth and lick the liquor from her neck up to her mouth.
I place my hand on her waist as she straddles me, pulling her toward me and licking the liquor from the other side of her neck.
Her head falls backwards; her back arches, and she lets out another moan.
Her pussy grinds on my throbbing cock that is begging for a release.
I haven’t indulged in this kind of interaction since I was in my early twenties, but it has been a long time since then.
All my relationships were strictly out of the public eye.
Now, here I am, licking alcohol off some girl’s skin.
A girl whose name I don’t even know. Woman, not girl.
One I don’t know anything about, other than that she has been driving me crazy ever since she walked in in this skirt. Or maybe it’s her feisty attitude.
One of my hands sneaks under her skirt, squeezing her perfectly shaped ass. Her hands fall onto my shoulders as she slowly moves up and down on my cock.
“Fuck.” I hold her hips with my hands. If she keeps doing this, I’ll come in my pants.
She smiles and bites her lower lip. “You still haven’t earned for me to get on my knees.”
I chuckle. “Is that so?” She shrugs, like it’s self-explanatory. “How about we get out of here so we can negotiate the terms of that?”
“You have a place in mind?”
“I’m checked into a hotel just a few blocks from here.”
“Nice. I just need to let my friend at the bar know. Meet you outside.” She leans down and swipes her tongue over my lips, teasing me before leaving the booth with a sway in her hips.
I stand and adjust my cock in my pants before taking one last sip from the bottle.
I walk outside, and I can feel the burning on the side of my face.
I don’t need to look. I know this place is full of made men.
Camorrists, which I’m not. They may or may not know who I am.
My eyes scan the club before I turn and walk toward the exit.
The night is warm, and I have a perfect plan for how to take this night to a higher level. The vision of what I will do to the girl who tastes of cherries occupies my mind as I watch her walk toward me, until I’m interrupted.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t touch her,” a tall young man says.
My eyes fall to his. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t know who she is?” He smirks and shakes his head. “If you want to stay alive, you should run as far as you can.”
I laugh. If he thinks he can talk to me like that, he is in for disappointment. “Why? Who is she?”
“She's De Angelo’s daughter. Her fiancé is an underboss and one of the most ruthless men in Chicago.”
My eyebrows shoot up. Fuck. “I don’t believe you. If what you say is true, why is she here? Wouldn’t she be, I don’t know, under lock and key or something?”
“Yes, but her brother is taking over, and now she thinks she can order us around.”
“You don’t like that?” My eyes catch her moving through the crowd. I watch her stop to talk to someone, and it all makes sense.
His eyes narrow at me. “It isn’t up to me. I’m loyal to my boss, and I do what he says.”
I scan him from head to toe. “Who is your boss?”
He pulls his hand from his pocket, a knife catching the light as he comes at me. In a blink, I clamp onto his wrist and slam him into the wall behind him. He’s strong, but he has nothing on me. It doesn’t take long before his knife is on the floor and his wrists are secured in my hands.
“What the hell is going on here?” my cherry doll asks.
Cherry doll. I like how it sounds. It’s fitting, but if she is who this guy claims, I have doubts I will get a chance to taste her again.
“I don’t know.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Maybe you can answer that question. And while you’re at it, explain why he says you're a De Angelo and that you’re engaged.”
She rolls her eyes. “First, what does it matter who I am? Second, I don’t have a fiancée, not that it’s any of your business.”
Rage fills my blood, and my grip on the bastard’s wrist tightens as I point his face at her. “And did you order him to attack me?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Then why was he attacking me?”
The boy laughs. “I don’t work for her. My boss will wipe both of your asses out when he gets out of prison.”
I look at her as she approaches the boy.
“You’re Mario’s dog.” She grabs his face with one of her hands and squeezes.
“You go and tell your boss that I’m not his fiancée anymore, and I will never, ever be his wife.
I will whore myself out before I let him touch me with his disgusting two-inch dick.
” She lets go of his face and pulls him by his shirt, and with a strength I didn’t count on, she throws him onto the pavement.
The boy scurries off, and we watch as he takes quick steps down the street before she turns toward me, extending her hand. “Valentina De Angelo.”
My jaw ticks from how hard I’m clenching it. I’m not even sure why I’m so angry. Maybe at the fact of who she is.
She raises her eyebrow, challenging me.
I take her hand in mine. “Gabriel Savastano.”
She smiles. “I know.”
My eyebrows pull in confusion. “You knew who I was?”
“Of course. What kind of host do you think I am?”
“Then you should know that this could cause problems between your brother and my don.”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t be dramatic.
” She shakes her head, pulls some keys from her pocket, and takes steps toward a shiny red bike.
With one swift move, she takes a seat. She places the key in and turns the motor on.
It revs as she works her hand around the handle.
"I guess this means the invitation to your hotel room has been rescinded?
" When I only glare at her, she laughs. “Pity. Your loss.” She puts the helmet on before she drives away, leaving me behind her with my dick harder than before and questions filling my head. Questions that have no business being there. But they are, and I pray this doesn’t escalate in the wrong way.