Chapter 30 Mikail #2
“And here I thought you and Dahlia were up to something. Scheming, winning bets, shopping?” I give, contentment washing over me.
“Don’t give them ideas,” Enzo says, smiling at his wife and sister.
Calla grins brightly. “Both of you better behave because I’m still a better shot.”
I don’t even bother denying it. I lost $400K betting against her.
As Calla drags him toward the Lambo, she gives each of us an intent look.
She’s not pleased with the secrecy. And she’s not shy about showing it.
“That won’t work forever. Even though I’m grateful for her trying to help us,” Dahlia says, exhaling a deep sigh.
Wanting to ease her worries, I lean into her, kissing her neck. “Forget about that. What do you want to do?”
Her eyes spark as if the sun shines in them. “Go home.” She smiles, making my damn heart sing. “I want to swim, play, fuck, and kiss.”
I chuckle, pushing a strand of her hair behind her neck. “In that specific order?”
“And then backward.”
What my woman wants, she gets.
Not losing more time, she rushes to the mansion to pack some stuff, and then we head to my car.
As I drive away, she turns to me. “Do you think your men will find it suspicious?”
“Like Lorenzo keeps his mouth shut, so will they. No one wants a war, and no one wants our partnership to fail.”
She’s about to say something, but I cut her off. “And our love will consolidate the union once we overcome the hurdle.”
“I know… It’s ugh.”
“Keeping it a secret won’t help either. You get your wish, but only for a few more days. Tops,” I say, my voice etched in resolution.
She turns silent for a moment. “Fine, but even if Enzo won’t understand, it doesn’t matter.”
“We’re not there yet.” I grip her chin, lowering my face to kiss her. “The only thing on your mind should be us.”
“You’re right. Not that I don’t love your presence, but the orgasms certainly help with obliterating the worries.”
I love this woman to madness and back. So pure. So refreshing.
“Stroke my ego, baby girl.”
She trails her eyes over me, gleaming with mischief. “It’s huge, just like the rest of you.”
Chuckling, I drive away, feeling elated.
Once I reach my place, she climbs the stairs, entering like she is the queen of this place, which she is.
My men steal glances between me and her, but, being smart, they pretend not to notice the woman. Soon, they will protect her with their lives.
I take the bag from the trunk and follow her inside. I find her in the kitchen, chatting with Sasha as she prepares some lemonade.
With Dahlia inside, this house becomes a home for the first time. She fills it with her magical presence.
Once she sees me, she runs toward me, and I catch her with ease.
She smacks my lips. “Missed you.”
She might as well thrust her greedy little hand in my chest and rip out the organ that is hers entirely and wear it as a token of my complete loyalty and everlasting love.
I lift the bag she packed, and from her playful smile, I know she picked these bathing suits with the sole purpose of driving me mad.
Inside the bedroom, I sit at the edge of the bed as she slowly undresses. She removes the lace bra and thong, and it takes everything in me not to maul her.
Fisting the duvet, I watch her pick the first one. It’s a cream scrap of nothing with golden stripes interwoven in the fabric.
“What do you think?” she asks as she pirouettes.
“For you to wear that, I’d have to blind all my men. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” My voice deepens, taking on a dangerous tone.
She rolls her eyes at me in a theatrical display. “So extreme.”
I lean back on my palms and cock my head, trailing my eyes over her delectable body, causing instant heat to coil in my groin. “You’re mine. Fucking mine alone. Only for my eyes, my mouth, my hands, and my cock.”
A tremor rocks her, and she says, “The bikini is ruined now, anyway.”
I chuckle as she pulls them off and hurls them at me. I inhale her sweet aroma, drenching the material, groaning low in my throat. She tests my willpower like nothing else.
“We’re not making it to the pool, are we?” she breathes out.
Taking her in, my patience evaporates. I am so fucking eager to get my hands on her. “It depends on how long you’re going to tease me?”
She bites her lip. “I’ll be good.”
“But you love being bad, baby girl.”
Her eyes dilate, swimming in a pool of desire. She looks so ready for me to snatch her and kiss her breathless and then fuck the life back into her. I guess I possess more control than I thought, or maybe I am a damn sadist who enjoys letting her simmer for longer.
She moves to the next bathing suit, which is metallic gray. She could be seen from outer space. The bottom is a thong, and the bra is a triangle of nothing. I can clearly see her pussy lips, half of her ass, and most of her breasts.
A growl rumbles in my chest.
“Fine, I get it. Too sensible for my savage.”
“Baby girl, you’re really poking the beast.”
Like the vixen she is, she peels it off her by turning around, showing me her round ass and bending over. She’s really testing me. And while I like to keep her on edge just as much, something tells me I will lose this war of wills.
She moves to the third option, a black one-piece. It covers more skin, but it’s the sexiest one yet.
“You approve?” she asks, batting her eyelashes in faux innocence.
She won’t wear it long. That’s for sure.
I have been hard since she started. It’s my turn now. I undress, letting her see the cock that is weeping for her and that will ruin at least two holes in the next hours, possibly all three.
She gulps as I change into black swim shorts, and the vixen runs off.
“Run, baby girl, we both know what happens when I catch you.”
In the backyard, I see her taking off toward the pool, which has a hot tub and a cascade.
Thrusting her arms out, she dives in with a splash. When she resurfaces, she beckons me in by bending her delicate index finger.
With her hair slicked back, she appears a true siren. Without thinking, I dive in, coming up right in front of her.
“And now what?” I ask, brushing my hand between her thighs.
She gulps before dashing away, shaking her head at me. “It’s swimming time.”
“Is that so? Then swim, baby girl. I’m going to tan.”
Her jaw drops. Her open-mouth expression eliciting a chuckle from me.
Let’s see who gives in first.
I just know it’s going to be fucking epic.