12. Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Sylvie
Drakos jackknifed up and wrapped me around him, then walked us to the bedroom as he continued to kiss and bite my lips. The room was a blur as he set me on his bed, and roughly yanked off my clothes.
“This first time is going to be fast and hard, but I swear I’ll make it up to you,” he growled as he stripped in front of me.
My insides ached with need, and hard and fast sounded perfect right then. When he started unzipping his pants, I put a hand up. “Condom,” I panted.
Bending sideways, he yanked the bedside table drawer open and grabbed a condom, then stared down at me with hot eyes as he ripped the package open with his teeth, and expertly slid it down his considerable length.
When I got a good look at his cock, my eyes went wide. “Ho-ly fuck,” I breathed, staring back up at him with excitement and not a little fear. I’d had sex, but it had been a while, and he was big.
Before I could move, he grasped my knees, pushed them up to my shoulders, then leaned in and licked my slit. The sudden erotic touch on my clit sent lightning through me.
When my hips started rocking, he straightened, held my thighs tight, and powered inside me. My head flew back, and I smacked my hand against his abdomen. “Jesus, God! Don’t move.”
He leaned over me and gritted his teeth. “Fuuck me. You taste delicious, and you’re so damn tight.”
Taking a few deep breaths, he seemed to gather himself and reached in to pinch and stroke my nipples. My body locked tight beneath him, but as he worked me, lust and need rose higher. Our mingled scent wrapped around us, and his stare cut through me. It was too intense. I turned my head to the side, but he grasped my jaw and turned me back to face him.
“I need to see your face, and you’re going to watch me take you.”
Letting go of my legs, he brought a hand up to rub and tease my clit. Then he leaned over and sucked a nipple deep in his mouth. I arched into him and panted as he started thrusting again, stroking me hard as I felt him deep inside.
A few years ago, I realized I wasn’t girlfriend material with my weird profession and strange family, but having sex just to scratch an itch didn’t appeal to me. Drakos, however, tempted me like no man ever had. I knew he would probably hurt me in the end, but I couldn’t seem to stay away. And his cock felt so good as it powered inside me. I wondered if I could become addicted to this.
He pulled out, stood at the side of the bed, and grabbed my hips to position me at the edge. Then he spread my legs again and thrust back inside, using his thighs for leverage. I panted and moaned at the deeper angle. No one had been this deep, and Drakos bottomed out and hit my cervix with each brutal snap of his hips. It was madness and pleasure, a dance on the edge of a precipice, and I wanted to fall. When he pinched my clit, my head rolled back and I wailed out my release.
Hours and two earth-shattering orgasms later, the early morning light crept into the room, stirring me from sleep. I enjoyed working in the cool morning when the mortuary was all mine, so I typically woke up early.
A heavy weight lay across my shoulder, and I felt a warm, hard body behind me. My eyes snapped open. The aftermath of last night clung to my skin like a second layer—a mix of sweat, bodily fluids, and a tinge of vulnerability coated me.
I carefully turned to face him and put a little distance between us. The sheet draped carelessly across his hips, and my gaze traced the contours of his form until it landed on an intricate tattoo. The Latin phrase Unicuique Suum Tribuere lay entwined with a serpent and had been inked across his chest.
“Good morning.” His eyes were still closed. I startled, then slowly relaxed and trailed my fingers along the words on his body.
“What does this mean?”
“Give each person his due,” Drakos murmured without opening his eyes.
The feel of his soft skin over hard muscle made my sore pussy ache again. “That phrase could have several meanings.”
“It could.” His voice was low and gravelly with sleep, but his length was long and hard.
“What does it mean to you?” I whispered.
He opened his eyes, his cool blue gaze piercing me. “Revenge. And justice.” His childhood trauma had shaped his life and choices, just like mine had. I didn’t like the shadows my question put in his eyes, so I sat up and pushed him back, then climbed on top, straddling his hips and his hard length.
He grinned softly, his hands wrapping around my waist. “What can I do for you, Ms. Spade?”
“You can help us both forget.”
His grin faded, and he ran his palms up my ribcage, his thumbs sliding across the undersides of my breasts. “Put me inside you.”
Panting, I reached down and guided him to my opening, then inched down onto his rock-hard cock. We moved together with hunger and raw need.
“I can’t get enough of your sweet little pussy.” He sat up and bit my shoulder, then licked away the sting.
The small hurt tore through me. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I groaned.
Pulling me off him, he flipped my body over onto my stomach and yanked my hips up. Then Drakos hammered into me from behind and held my torso down on the bed with a large palm between my shoulder blades. My legs shook, and I started pushing back against him frantically as he reached around to work my clit.
Drakos leaned over me and wrapped both his large, beautiful hands around my waist, yanking me against him. The friction and length of his cock, and the luscious pain radiating from his tight hold, threw me over the edge. I cried out as I came. He slammed into me one last time and shot his semen deep inside, my body locking down on him.
Our breathing eventually evened out, and he slumped over my sweaty back. Slowly, he lowered my hips back to the bed and turned me over to cup my cheek. I stared at him, lost in his gaze. He opened his mouth as the doorbell buzzed three times, shattering the moment. I froze, and he cursed under his breath.
“Ignore it,” he growled, hands tightening on me. His doorbell buzzed again, one long sound this time.
“I can't,” I breathed out, already mourning the loss of our connection as I rolled off the bed and scrambled for something to cover myself with. “And I need to get to work."
I was halfway through buttoning his shirt when someone pounded on his door, and a voice called out. “It’s ten after seven, asshole. Where the fuck are you?” The man called out.
Drakos ran a hand down his face. “Damn, I forgot Diego was coming over this morning.”
He threw on sweat bottoms and headed to his door while I ran to the bathroom and tried to clean up. And that’s when it hit me. We hadn’t used a condom, and I was the one who’d climbed on top of him . I was on birth control, but we hadn’t discussed it yet.
“Calm the fuck down, asshole,” I heard Drakos mutter, annoyance lacing his voice as he unlocked his door.
The man walked into the loft and huffed. “You hijo de punta . I could’ve slept another hour instead of being here at the butt crack of dawn if I knew your lazy ass would still be in—” The man abruptly stopped talking when I walked out into the living area in Drakos’s dress shirt. I’d slipped on a bra and panties, and the shirt hung well past my thighs. Drakos raised his eyebrow, and Diego grinned wide.
“Well, hello Sylvie Spade. When you get tired of this mouthy asshole, I’d be happy to take you off his hands.” Diego was lean and sinewy, wore jeans and a black leather jacket, and had a killer smile that contrasted nicely with his tan skin and black hair.
He turned to Drakos with a shit-eating grin. “ Ay Dios mío , you’re fu–” he cut off and glanced at me. “You’re sleeping with Fennick Spade’s favorite cousin. I mean, I’d face his wrath too, because she’s fine . But the Spades are fucking crazy .” He turned to me. “No offense.”
“Hey, Diego. I need two cups of coffee before I can handle you, and the second is just to keep me out of jail.”
Diego’s lips twitched, and his eyes lingered on my disheveled state. “I’ve been in jail before. It’s a good place to avoid.”
“How do you two know each other?” Drakos asked, his jaw tight.
“He went to high school with some of my cousins, and I’m pretty sure he and Declan sold pot together before it became legal.”
Diego grinned as Drakos ran a hand through his messy hair. “I forgot we planned to work on the car this morning.”
“Yeah, I would have forgotten too,” Diego drawled.
I turned and started opening the cupboards above his sleek coffee grinder and state-of-the-art coffee machine. “I’m heading over to the mortuary soon. Go do your thing.” When I didn’t find what I was looking for, I bent over and checked the lower cupboard. Bingo. I grabbed the bag of coffee beans and straightened.
“Get your eyes off her ass,” Drakos growled low.
I whipped my head around to see Diego with his hands up, but his laughing eyes were still glued to my ass.
“What? She bent over in front of me, and her shirt rode up. I guess it’s technically your shirt. You seriously can’t expect me not to look.”
I poured coffee beans into the grinder, and they both turned to watch me.
“What’s your schedule today?” Drakos asked as I searched his kitchen for bread, bagels, or cold cereal. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a container of fruit and a couple of high-end protein shakes. Okay, no carbs this morning.
“I need to get dressed and head to the funeral home. What does your day look like?” As soon as I asked, I regretted the question. We sounded like a couple.
“I’ll be here for a while this morning before heading into the office. As soon as you’re ready, I’ll take you, then pick you up around six. Does that work?”
I grabbed a piece of cantaloupe with my fingers, popping it in my mouth. “I can just bring my car back.”
Diego stared at my fingers. “I’ll lick those off for you.”
Drakos glared at him. “Quit talking about licking any part of her, asshole. She’s mine .” He walked over and wrapped his arms around me, then nodded at Diego, who sat smirking at us. “We need a few minutes. I’ll meet you in the garage in ten.”
Then he took my hand, tugged me to the bedroom, and shut the door. When I pulled out of his arms and turned on him, he shook his head. “You are mine.”
I opened my mouth, but he held up his hand. “My semen is soaking your cunt, you’re in my dress shirt, and we fucked four times since last night—the last time without a condom.”
My heart raced. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
His eyes narrowed. “Where are you going to sleep tonight?”
“Here,” I bit out. “But–”
“And for the next six nights?”
I shook my head. “You know where, but this is a bet.”
His nostrils flared, and he leaned into me. “You keep thinking that if it makes you feel better, but I thoroughly enjoyed you climbing on top of me and riding me this morning. We both know this isn’t going to end when the week is over. Come find me when you’re ready to leave for work.”
He turned toward the door, but I held up my hand. “Wait. We need to talk first.”
“If it’s you insisting you’re not mine, then I’ll pass.”
I puffed out a breath. “It’s about my climbing on top of you…” My gaze slid away and my face went hot. “Without a condom.”
He grinned slowly. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and it felt like my head was going to explode. I’m clean, but if you need to—”
Shaking my head, I stopped him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m, uh, clean too. Damn it, why is this so hard to talk about?”
He chuckled and pulled me into his chest. When he leaned in and ran his nose along my hairline, I shivered in his arms.
“I don’t want to use a condom. Will you give that to me?”
Before I could think too much about it, I nodded against his chest and curled into his warmth.
He growled and tightened his arms. “If Diego weren’t downstairs waiting for me, I’d back you up, lay you out on my bed again, and eat your sweet pussy for breakfast.”
I squeezed my thighs together. “There’s always tomorrow morning.”
When he left, a million thoughts and emotions flitted through me as I tried to shake off the residual incendiary heat. There were dead people to deal with who were far less complicated than the living. After a quick shower, I walked back into his kitchen feeling a little freaked out to be making myself at home in his loft. I poured coffee into a travel mug and finished getting ready for work.
My phone buzzed as I gathered my things. Glancing down, I noticed a message from my most levelheaded cousin, Kilian, and my heart sank as I read it.
Kilian: Declan was attacked this morning. He’ll recover but stay away from the funeral home for now and call me when you can