14. Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Sylvie
Drakos stood outside the mortuary that evening, leaning against his Range Rover. When I walked out, he straightened, took my bag and purse off my shoulder, and wrapped his arm around my neck to pull me in for a kiss. His lips felt so good against mine.
Fennick’s dislike and disapproval of Drakos made me want to wallow in his arms even more. The kiss got away from me, and a few moments later, he drew back with a full-on grin.
“Did you work up an appetite then?”
I smirked. “Yes—for food. What do you have in mind for dinner?”
“We could go out tonight, but I realized today I haven’t taken you up to see my rooftop. There’s a garden up there and an outdoor kitchen.”
He had a rooftop garden, restored classic cars, played chess, and recognized a quote from Dante? Fucking hell. I needed to be very careful with my heart around him. Fenn was probably right about him being a player, but he fascinated and drew me like no man ever had.
Sliding into the passenger seat, I turned to Drakos when he climbed in. “A quiet evening on your rooftop sounds wonderful. I’m peopled out today.”
He tilted his head and glanced at me. “How many live people did you talk to?”
“Three. But one of them was Fenn. He also knows about us, so I apologize in advance because he’s going to come after you.”
“Don’t worry. Fennick and I will come to an understanding. The rooftop it is.”
When he pulled into his garage, I glanced over at his beautiful Corvette. We walked into the loft, and I gazed around, studying his peaceful space.
We changed into comfortable clothes, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and headed straight to his rooftop. A smaller staircase behind his kitchen led up to the space, and when he opened the door, greenery and café lights greeted me.
“Welcome to my rabbit hole.” The space wasn’t large, but he’d utilized every centimeter. Rectangular planters filled with vegetables and herbs formed a verdant labyrinth leading to an outdoor kitchen area, complete with a wood-fired oven and a stainless-steel outdoor countertop. The biggest surprise was the hot tub, simmering invitingly in a private corner.
I wandered through the space, amazed that this existed above his loft. “I understand why you live here. This is heaven.”
The soft city lights painted flickering shadows across his face. “This is my favorite spot, and wait until you taste what comes off the grill,” he promised as he turned it on.
We teased and bantered as we made dinner together, but this time with soft, sliding touches as we worked. I was a little breathless by the time we sat down to eat.
“What else happened at work apart from Fennick Spade?” he asked as we settled down to enjoy grilled shrimp and vegetables in the cool evening.
I grimaced. “I cremated a body that had been dead for a few days before anyone found her. How was your day?”
His eyes traced over my loose top hanging off one shoulder. “It started out with this mouthy, gorgeous woman in my bed who crawled on top of me and fucked my brains out. I’m still riding that high.”
My pussy quivered as if remembering. “That was an amazing way to start the day. I think I forgot my own name.”
“That’s fine, as long as you remember mine so you can scream it when you come.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss and bite my bare shoulder.
After cleaning up, we returned to the rooftop.
“It’s still a little early. Do you want to watch some TV, play a game, or go to bed?” he asked absently as we sat on the couch with a throw tossed over us.
“Any of those sound good.”
Drakos set his beer bottle on the coffee table and turned to me. “Come here. I want to touch you while we talk.”
Setting my wine glass down, I crawled into his lap and snuggled against his warmth. The night had gotten cooler, and his hard body felt warm and delicious under me.
I looked up at him and cupped his cheek. “I have a confession. My week with you is turning out like nothing I imagined.”
He settled me into his chest and ran his fingers across my collarbone. Tingles rocked through me, and I wanted to purr.
“What were you expecting?” he asked.
My cheek rested on his chest as his warmth and scent surrounded me. “I pictured us at each other’s throats or silently hate-fucking each other the entire week. But I… like this.”
He didn’t seem to care anymore about who my family was, or ask me strange, off-putting questions about being a mortician like some men did. And Drakos made no secret that he wanted me.
“Let’s play chess,” I decided. “I need to figure out how you beat me.”
He squeezed me to him and leaned in to nibble on my neck. “That’s easy, you didn’t want to win. Alright, one game, and then we go to bed. I’ve been craving you all day.”
“I didn’t want to win?” I asked incredulously.
He lifted his eyebrow. “That’s not entirely true. You wanted to win, but you wanted to fuck me even more.”
I sat up and scoffed. “Well, bless your delusional heart. Alright, let’s play.”
When we came down from the rooftop, he refreshed our drinks while I set up the board on his kitchen table.
He stood behind me and swept my hair off my neck, leaning in to plant a hot kiss there. “Let’s limit each move to one minute, and if this lasts more than an hour, we set it aside and finish tomorrow. There are other things I want to do tonight.”
“Like what?” I stretched my neck out to give him better access.
“You. I want to taste your mouth, smell your skin, and lick your breasts and cunt until you’re panting and writhing beneath my tongue. I also plan to fuck you senseless until you pass out, and then wake you up and do it again. But if you want to play chess first, then we’ll play.”
Lust scored through my system, and my nipples peaked. His filthy talk made my toes curl, and I swayed into him. “You’re doing it again, you damn cheater, trying to distract me and mess with my head right before a game.”
But two could play. Turning to face him, I ran my hands down his chest and grazed his hard cock with my fingers. “I love the way you stare at me—like you’re either going to say something snarky, or devour me and smile while I scream.” I leaned up and licked and bit him behind his ear. When he started pulling me in, I evaded him and tried to shake off the lust coursing through me.
I grinned at his scowl as we settled down to play. “Your move,” I muttered, eyeing the board critically. He grunted and began with a simple E4 to E5. I countered with the Sicilian Defense.
“Playing chess with you is like trying to read a newspaper in the middle of a hurricane. You’re a major distraction,” he grumbled.
“I'll take that as a compliment.” Lust settled between us in a low hum.
“It also reminds me of playing with my grandfather. He enjoyed baiting me while we played.” Drakos paused, his light tone giving way to something more reflective.
“When did he die?”
“When I was ten. He raised me after my father died, then my stepfather came along, and we moved away. It all went to shit after that.”
“It sounds like your grandfather was a good man.” I nudged a pawn forward, listening intently.
“He was. My mother always seemed overwhelmed by life, and my stepfather was rotten to the core.” He shook his head and studied the board. “What about your family?”
I smiled with bitter fondness. “My mother was larger than life. She sucked up all the oxygen until she decided it was time to check out, but I happily suffocated to be with her. My father and his family are also rotten, but the rest of my family is a force of nature. I love them and wouldn’t want any other family. But they aren’t… conventional.” I leaned over and took my turn, giving Drakos an unfettered view down my top.
His eyes narrowed, and he adjusted himself. The sexual tension ramped up, but the desperate need to win seemed absent.
At one point, Drakos leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. His biceps bulged nicely as his sweatshirt rode up to show off that delicious V.
I raised an eyebrow, but he smirked and continued our conversation. “Tell me more about your parents.”
Sighing, my eyes dropped to the board. “My father is in prison. He’s a drug addict, and like a lot of addicts do, he started dealing. Unfortunately, he was good at it. He’s also a psychopath, and when my mother died, he tried to get his hands on my inheritance. My maternal grandmother was well-off, and she left all her children a respectable trust fund.”
“You don’t seem to flaunt it.”
I shrugged. “It’s nothing extravagant, and Ezra wouldn’t let us flaunt it. My mother was a mess, but she protected me the best she could and let Luna live with me when her life went off the rails.”
He studied me. “Luna mentioned once that your father tried to kill you. What happened?” As we talked, I methodically tracked his moves on the board, letting my subconscious strategize for me.
“After my mother died and I inherited from her, my father waited for me after school. Luna was with me, and that was the day we met Alexa.” I shrugged, but my hands had gone sweaty. “We were able to overpower him.”
Drakos stared at me. “How old were you?”
“Fifteen. It was a rough year.” I avoided his eyes and studied the board.
“Is that why he’s in prison?”
I moved my queen into place. “Yes. That wasn’t the worst thing that happened that year though. My dog, Maggie, died.”
He lifted his eyebrow and took a turn. “You consider your dog dying worse than your father trying to kill you?”
“Yeah. Checkmate,” I announced as I moved my rook into position.
“What?” He looked down at the board distractedly, then studied it more closely.
His chagrined, incredulous expression made me laugh. I leaned over and patted his knee. “You haven’t been concentrating, and it was my turn to win.”
“Don’t patronize me.” He stood and walked around the table. “You giving me a view of your beautiful tits every time you leaned over didn’t help, either.”
I grinned up at him. “Nice of you to notice.”
“Oh, I definitely noticed, Lollipop. I’ve sucked and licked those lovely breasts, and they’re even more magnificent up close. Let’s take a dip in the hot tub before we go to bed.”
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” His hot tub was partially hidden by his outdoor kitchen and a few strategically placed planters.
Taking my hand, he pulled me up, then leaned over to murmur in my ear, “You won’t need one.”
Cool desert air prickled my skin, and the promise of hot steamy water tempted me. Drakos casually stripped off his clothes and got in. I caught a glimpse of his tight ass and thick, toned thighs, and my insides tightened.
"Come in," Drakos coaxed, leaning back and spreading his arms along the edge of the hot tub. His dark hair became tousled and damp from the rising steam, and I decided a warm, wet, and very naked Drakos was just too tempting.
I peeled off my clothes, leaving them in a neat pile next to his. Then I sat on the edge of the tub, swung my legs in, and slowly slid down into the water. He watched me with a predatory gleam. The contrast between the cold night and the hot water felt decadent.
He peeled off the side and came towards me. The rising heat wasn't just from the bubbling jets. He wrapped his hands around my waist and drew me into him, settling me on his lap with my back to his front. We sat together and looked out at the skyline for a moment, letting the anticipation build.
It looked beautiful and mysterious from here, but I’d lived in Las Vegas long enough to know what a bizarre and garish place it could be at night, with the hustlers and tourists, bright neon signs, and pungent smell of marijuana mingling with hot asphalt and exhaust. But I always stopped to watch the Bellagio fountains.
“I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a fucking drug,” he murmured in my ear. His lips traced my neck, and he ran his tongue along my collarbone. Shifting restlessly on his lap as he nipped at me, I started panting when he cupped my breasts.
The man consumed my thoughts when we weren’t together, and staying in his loft and pretending to be a couple felt like tempting fate. It wouldn’t last, and he’d hurt me in the end. If the rumors and warnings were true, he enjoyed erotic deviance and didn’t do monogamy. But he was right, we needed to burn this hunger and need out of our systems.
Drakos slid his hands to my wrists and reached behind us to wrap my arms behind his neck, immobilizing me and causing my chest to jut out.
“Keep them there,” he growled low in my ear. Then he plucked and pinched at my tight nipples before trailing his fingers down to my clit. He knew his way around a woman’s body, and he circled and teased me until I was a needy, panting mess.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
“Then spread your legs like my sweet little cock whore, and stretch your thighs for me until they burn. Beg me to slam inside your wet, tight cunt.”
My thighs started to burn at the stretch, but I tightened my hold on his hair. “You’re delusional if you think I’m going to beg.”
He smiled against my cheek. “Not delusional, just very persistent. Keep your arms up,” he demanded when I started bringing them down.
He sucked on my neck while he worked my clit and toyed with my nipples, only to pull back when he could feel my orgasm building. And then he did it again. When I tried to turn around, his arm tightened around my waist while he kept stroking me.
The ache was too much, and I finally grabbed his hair. “Fine, you sadistic asshole, put your cock inside me.”
He laughed low and dark. “We’ll work on your verbiage. But for tonight, that will do.” Turning me around, he lined up his shaft and pushed me down on his length. Even after two days, he was still a tight fit. Drakos probably always would be. I whined softly at the pain and pleasure as he bottomed out inside me, nudging my cervix. Then he held my hips and hammered up into me. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I closed my eyes and lay my forehead against his chest, the ache and pleasure mixing and blending together.
Under the stars and the voyeuristic gaze of Sin City, we came together, our movements causing rhythmic splashes. The sound of lapping water seemed to mirror the chaos inside.
“Look at me. I need to see your eyes while I’m inside you.”
My head snapped up, and I glared at him as I panted in need. He reached in and flicked then pinched my clit, and an orgasm rose as I moved against his fingers.
When my eyes started drifting closed again, Drakos growled. “ Look at me when you come, so you know who makes you beg for cock and scream in pleasure. If you close your eyes again, I’ll pull out before you can orgasm, bend you over the edge, and unload my cum on your back while I paddle your perfect, lush ass.”
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but his words caused hard lust to slam through me, and I arched against him, staring into his hooded eyes as I orgasmed long and hard. Tracing his thumb across my cheek, he watched me fall apart. “You’re the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”
His rhythm became sporadic, and he clenched my hips as he drove deep inside me a few more times, then swore viciously as he came. When our breathing returned to normal, Drakos hugged me to him for a few moments. Eventually, I pulled myself off his length and sat back against the edge of the hot tub, looking up at the stars, feeling raw and exposed.
“We need to sit on the edge for a few minutes so we don’t boil our insides,” he murmured.
My lips quirked at the image, then slowly stood to perch on the edge of the hot tub. He sat beside me and patted my thigh. “Are you alright?”
Fighting the urge to lean into him, I patted his thigh back. “Yes. You say the nicest things, then two minutes later, you call me your little cock whore. I think I have whiplash. But your rooftop is wonderful, so thank you for sharing this with me.”
He grinned and brushed a wet strand of hair off my cheek. “You’re welcome, and you can say what you want, but I know you like dirty talk because your cunt grips down on my cock like a vise grip every time. And thank you. ”
“For what?”
“For throwing that first chess game.”
I huffed and flicked water at him. Relief slid through me that he’d lightened the mood. When this week ended, it would be painful enough to return home and back to my life, but I needed to guard my heart.