Chapter 10
Ten
DARIA
This is the worst. The table, while new, is barely big enough for everyone. Somehow, I ended up smashed between my dad Nico at the head of the table and Vic at my side. I’ve avoided acknowledging him as we eat, but he’s not making it easy. Our arms brush every time we reach for our drinks, and each time, electricity zaps through me. I thank god Alma is at the other end of the table, thoroughly distracted by her other children and oblivious to how much her youngest son has a hold on me.
“And when Letti didn’t get her way, she ran away,” Alejandro says with a shit-eating grin as he recounts one birthday when Letti didn’t get the presents she wanted and demanded new ones.
Vic chuckles next to me, and the sound rolls down my spine, eliciting a shiver. As I reach for my drink, he moves for his too, causing our arms to slide over one another’s.
Except . . . did he do that on purpose?
“You’re making it sound more dramatic than it was,” Letti says with a sigh.
I peek at Vic and bite my lip when I catch his gaze on me. Curiosity and lust burn in the depths of those rich brown irises, spelling trouble. Trouble I desperately want to play with. His eyes drop to my mouth.
“And then Vic decided if Letti got to run away, maybe he should too.”
Ripping his gaze from mine, he shakes his head. “No, I went after this fool so those assholes down the street wouldn’t try to mess with her.”
Letti and Vic start arguing in Spanish, and it’s dramatic enough, and so very brother-sister of them, that I grin. Marco and I used to argue like that. I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to my half-brother as everyone laughs at Vic and Letti.
Hey, loser. What’s up?
Marco
You insult me and expect me to respond?
Yes.
*eye roll emoji* It’s fine. Mom has a new boyfriend.
Marco is only fourteen. He never got to know the good version of our mom. All he’s ever known is the one who breaks hearts and takes whatever she can get her grubby hands on. His father is out of the picture—hell, knowing Mom, the guy might not even know Marco exists.
While Mom was out doing whatever it is that she does on the days I stayed with her—gambling, drinking, or worse—I was the one taking care of Marco.
I give it two days.
Marco sends a gif of a lizard laughing.
I hate it here.
My chest clenching, I frown, hating that I’m not in a better position to help. I don’t even have enough money to take care of myself, let alone a fourteen-year-old awakening omega. Marco is in the thick of puberty, and he needs his own space. My one-bedroom apartment can’t offer him that.
I know. Want to watch a movie next Friday?
I’d go over tomorrow, but I need to work on my pitch for Good Vibes before the meeting on Monday.
My pick.
As long as it’s not that weird alien one again.
Dammit. How did you know?
Smiling at my phone, I tuck it away. Vic moves his leg, and his thigh presses into mine. Lifting my gaze, I try to pretend like he’s simply one of Letti’s brothers and finally acknowledge him, but it’s impossible to look at him without remembering the way his fingers teased my clit or the way he called me little doe .
Or the way his collar fit so perfectly around my neck.
His lips quirk, almost as though he’s remembering the exact same thing. Lifting one eyebrow, he drops his gaze to my throat, and I swear the bastard smirks even harder, knowing he’s the reason I had to wear the turtleneck tank top. His leg presses against mine even harder.
“How’s work, sweetie?” Brock asks.
I suck in a breath, welcoming the distraction, and turn away from the devil at my side. “It’s good,” I admit to my dad. “My boss is great and I’m really happy.”
“Daria is working at Moon & Rock, doing marketing. She’s so smart,” Letti praises.
“And what do you guys do?” I look at Carlos, avoiding Vic, whose hand falls onto his thigh under the table. His fingers graze against my jeans, and heat swoops through me. I school my features, refusing to show him how he’s affecting me.
“Alejandro and I work in IT, and Vic is a tattoo artist.”
“The best in the world,” Letti adds, beaming at her brother.
He moves his hand onto my leg, and I stiffen. “No, just the best on the East Coast.” His palm smooths over my thigh before squeezing it. The movements are so small, there’s nothing to indicate his inappropriate behavior to the rest of the table.
“He’s really good,” Letti says to me, eyes sparkling.
I grin at her, dying a little on the inside as his pinky brushes over my pussy through my jeans. “I bet he’s amazing,” I say, voice a little lower than normal, but no one notices.
He squeezes the top of my thigh again. Good girl , I practically hear him whisper into my ear, breath hot against my skin as he—no. Fuck. I can’t fantasize about him.
“My pack is going to London in the fall,” Carlos says.
I exhale when everyone turns their attention to him, acutely aware of the pressure on my thigh. My heart hammers against my rib cage.
“What are you going to do there?” Letti asks.
Vic strokes his thumb over my thigh, and I press my legs together, stopping the torture. He glances at me, eyes narrowing in challenge. Yeah. Vic doesn’t like to be told what to do. He definitely doesn’t like me trying to prevent him from touching me. Pushing against my thighs with his fingers, he nudges my legs apart and splays his palm over my thigh in a possessive claim as the conversation continues. He holds on to me like that, thumb circling the inside of my leg every once in a while, until dinner ends.
Alma says she’s tired, and Carlos offers to take her home. One by one, everyone else gets up from the table. Alejandro goes to the back porch with Henry and Brock to smoke a cigar, and Letti and Nico deal with the dishes, leaving me and Vic alone in the dining room.
He glances at me, fingers flexing on my thigh. This can’t happen. It’s bad enough we’ve already fucked, but doing it again? Neither of us needs that sort of complication.
“Little doe,” he whispers, but it’s full of command, almost like he knows what I’m thinking.
I quickly get up and make some lame excuse to leave, stopping to give Letti a hug and say goodbye to Nico. I don’t bother with my other dads, because all I can think of is getting as far away from Vic as possible before I do something stupid. My body is keenly aware of him trailing after me. He mentions something about needing to meet a client tonight. I slip on my heeled boots as he says his goodbyes, scrambling to escape before he gets too close.
I can’t think straight when he’s around.
The sky is dark when I get out of the garage, but the spotlight dimly illuminates the cars and path. I suck in the fresh air, trying to steady my fluttering heart as I all but run to my car. I make it all the way around the fancy truck before Vic catches me by the waist, pinning my front against the driver’s side of the truck and pressing into me from behind. Heart fluttering and pulse racing, I gasp as he lays his hard body against mine. My cheek rests against the driver’s window, and I catch my reflection in the side mirror, lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded.
There’s a row of tall hedges at our backs, and with the night and the deeply tinted windows, we’re hidden from view. No one can see us.
I’m totally fucked.
Shivers race down my spine as one of his palms slides over my lower stomach. “You should know better than to run from me,” he growls.
“Vic,” I say, voice strained as he quickly undoes the button of my jeans. “We can’t.”
He releases a dark chuckle. “That’s not the safe word,” he says. “You remember it?”
I bite my lip and nod.
A pleased sound rumbles in his chest, and his hand slips into my pants, smoothing over my lacy thong as he grinds his erection into my ass.
Holy shit.
That’s all for me?
Yes, please.
I rock back against his thick length as he cups my pussy.
“I’ve been dreaming about this cunt,” he whispers into my ear, shoving aside my thong and groaning as he runs his fingers through me. “So wet already for me?”
My pants fog up the side mirror. “What if they catch us?”
“They won’t,” he says, sounding so confident.
I don’t know why, but I trust him, or maybe I’m as shameless as him, not caring if we’re caught, especially not giving a damn when his fingers expertly tease over my clit. I whimper, and he moves his free hand to cover my mouth, pressing his palm against my lips as he toys with me.
“Those sounds will get you in trouble,” he warns. “But you like trouble, don’t you, little doe?” Pushing two thick fingers inside of me, he finger fucks me and teases my clit with his thumb until my legs are trembling and my moans are stifled by his hand on my mouth. “Come on, baby, let me hear those pretty screams,” he murmurs into my ear as he increases his tempo, thrusting harder and moving his thumb in tight, steady circles over my clit, not even giving me a moment to catch my breath as he pushes me over the edge.
My cry is muffled against his palm. Vic chuckles darkly, using his mouth to push the fabric covering my neck down, so he can suck on one of the hickeys he left last night. He teases his fingers in and out of me before slowly dragging his hand out of my pants, painting a trail of cum up my stomach.
“You might be my new favorite addiction,” he confesses against my neck.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I say, trying to be the voice of reason, but I don’t say the safe word, because I’m loving every second of this. The thrill of getting caught. The way adrenaline courses through me as he claims me out in the open.
He spins me around and yanks my wrists above my head, slamming his lips to meet mine. Vic kisses me like he wants to punish me for even suggesting we stop, stealing my air and my sanity until I’m shaking beneath him and at his mercy. Breaking the kiss, he runs his lips down my jaw, tugging my turtleneck aside, so he can find his way back to my neck, inhaling as he goes. “You smell so good,” he groans against my skin.
I shudder, wondering what he’d think of my true scent if he ever gets the chance to smell it. “Vic,” I say, searching for reason, trying to remember why this is a bad idea.
“One more minute,” he says. “Let me hold you for one more minute.”
And how can I deny him that when he gave me an orgasm? How can I deny him when it feels so good to be in his arms, to be controlled by him?
“Okay.”
Releasing my wrists, he wraps his arms around my waist, clinging to me. As I run my fingers through his hair, he groans against my skin, his body vibrating as he struggles to maintain his composure. Hard as a rock, his cock rests against me, and even through the layers of our clothes, I can feel it throbbing, begging for release.
An idea sparks, a naughty, reckless idea, but before I can think rationally, I sink to my knees. Though Vic’s hands flex, he doesn’t stop me. My knees fall to the pavement, and I reach for his pants.
His strong hand cups my jaw, and I pause, glancing up at him through my eyelashes. He curses in Spanish, smoothing his thumb over my lips and murmuring, “You’re dangerous.”
“So are you,” I tell him, undoing his belt and jeans as I hold his gaze. “Will you let me suck your cock, Vicente?”
“Little doe,” he groans as I grab his thick length. “I think I might let you do whatever you want when you look at me like that.”
A pleased smirk cuts across my face, and I lick my lips, wetting them and watching as his eyes hood. Leaning forward, I flick my tongue over his tip, tasting salty precum and humming in approval. “You’re so hard for me,” I praise before taking him all the way into my mouth.
His hand moves to grip the hair at the base of my neck, the other one resting against the window of the car as I suck his cock. “Fuuuck.”
Humming around his length, I hold his gaze and suction my cheeks and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, moving them in time with my mouth, squeezing and sucking and taking his sanity, the way he took mine. As he thrusts his hips, forcing his cock to the back of my throat, I breathe through my nose, taking everything he has to give. I move my hand from his length and cup his balls, tugging on them, and he gasps and thrusts into my mouth again.
That. That right there is what I want. I want him to lose himself.
He isn’t brutal or rough, and the more I tease him and roll my tongue along his cock, the more unsteady his thrusting gets, almost like he’s desperately trying to cling to control, but he can’t. Not with my mouth wrapped around him.
I stroke the soft skin behind his balls, my secret weapon, and watch as his eyes flutter closed and his body trembles. He’s no longer thrusting, but that’s fine. I take over, bobbing my head up and down his length faster and faster, tightening my lips and cheeks until his cock jerks, and he moans long, deep, panting as I swallow every salty drop of cum.
“You’re still here, Vic?” Alejandro asks from far away.
The grip his fingers have on my hair tightens, and I look up at him, with his cock still in my mouth, eyes wide with panic.
His jaw clenches. “Yeah,” he says, gently pulling out of my mouth and fixing his pants as discreetly as he can. Vic gives me a look that very much means stay before walking around the truck.
It’s not like I’m going anywhere.
My heart is thundering so loud, I barely hear him say, “Kai and Lincoln called me.”
Alejandro chuckles. “Oh, yeah? You guys fight again?”
“There’s nothing to fight about,” Vic says with an annoyed huff.
“They’re your pack?—”
“They’re not my pack,” Vic snaps.
My eyebrows pinch together at Vic’s defensive tone. There’s a story there.
“You can say that all you want, but they’re your family.” Alejandro releases a heavy sigh, like this is a conversation he’s tired of having.
“Tú eres mi familia,” Vic retorts.
“Lo sé, tonto . Estoy diciendo que son tú familia también.”
They continue bickering about Vic’s pack. My knees hurt from kneeling, but I don’t dare move for fear of being caught. How exactly would I explain this to Letti and my dads? Or worse, Alma? She was so sweet. What would we even say?
Sorry, Vicente is so hot, I couldn’t help getting on my knees and sucking him off after the family dinner.
Yeah, not happening. This, whatever it is, has to remain a secret, and I will stay crouched behind the truck for as long as it takes to make sure Alejandro doesn’t figure out I’m here. My car is still here, but he’d been smoking his cigar on the back porch when I told Letti and Nico I was leaving.
“Yeah, yeah,” Vic says. “Drive safe.”
A car door shuts, and an engine turns on. Holding my breath, I press against the truck as Alejandro backs out, headlights sweeping over the yard as he turns onto the street, but thankfully, he heads in the opposite direction of the hedges. Vic appears and helps me stand, brushing a hand over my jeans, dislodging pebbles. The gesture is simple, but sweet enough to make my stomach flutter.
When I tug my hand out of his, he takes a step toward me, eyes narrowing. “Running again?”
Holding up my hand, I say, “Stop.” He goes completely still, and I raise my eyebrows. Wow. That worked.
He shakes his head. “What? Surprised I actually listened?”
Honestly, no. He doesn’t strike me as the type to ignore a safe word, and he’s been nothing but gentle with me. I mean, yes, I’m covered in bruises, but I wanted them. I wanted his marks. What I mean is, he took care of me last night, making sure I knew how much he appreciated me playing with him, holding me until my heart was so full it almost burst. But even still. This can’t be a thing.
“We already almost got caught,” I tell him quickly. “What would have happened if Alejandro saw me?”
His fists clench at his side. “I don’t know,” he admits.
“And do you think Letti or my dads would approve of this?” I gesture between us.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looks away. “I get it. You don’t want this.”
What? How can he say that after everything? His shoulders bunch together, so at odds with the confident beta he was just moments ago, when I was on my knees in front of him.
I step toward him and put my hand on his chest. “Of course, I want this.”
He looks at me, his expression guarded. His heart hammers against my palm, almost like he’s nervous. “What are you saying, then?”
Searching his face, I try to muster the courage to tell him it’s over, that it can’t go any further, but I can’t. Not when he’s looking at me like I’m about to break his heart. Not when I’m already dying to kiss him again. Not when I’m desperate to know more about him. “I’m saying we have to be careful.”
Surprise flashes over his features, but it’s quickly replaced with a smug grin. “You want to be my dirty secret, Daria?” The way he says my name stokes desire, and I have to hold myself back to keep from slamming my mouth against his.
“No,” I tell him with a smirk. “I want you to be mine.”
His hands cup my face, and he teases his lips over mine. “It’s cute when you think you’re in control.” And before I can snap back that I am, he crushes his mouth to mine and steals my sanity once again.
When we break apart, he lets me go and takes a quick step back. “You need to go.”
I don’t question it, because we’re both teetering on the edge of being out of control.
“Bye, Vicente.” I slowly back away, unable to tear my gaze from his. He’s intoxicating, and I’m not sure I understand this strange feeling. All I know is, it’s addicting and I’m not ready to give it up.
“I’ll find you soon, little doe.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
God, I hope so.