Chapter 2 #2
I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed in slowly. She was so tight I had to force my way inside. Halfway in, I felt resistance.
I stopped.
I could feel the barrier, feel how her body had never done this before. She really was a virgin. Her hands slid up my arms, nails scraping lightly as she nodded, eyes glassy but locked on mine.
"Yeah... take it," she whispered, hips twitching upward like she was trying to pull me deeper. "Don't push me away."
The realization hit me like a drug. This drunk girl had stumbled into my room and given me something nobody else had taken. The thought made me impossibly harder.
I should have stopped. Should have pulled out and sent her away.
Instead, I thrust forward hard, tearing through that thin membrane. "Ah—" she cried out, and I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling the sound as I buried myself completely inside her. Her eyes fluttered, a tear slipping free, but her legs wrapped around my waist and held on tight.
She was so fucking tight. Her body gripped me like a vice, hot and slick and clenching around every inch of me. I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around my cock. Beneath my palm she moaned, the sound broken and needy, and her hips gave a small, experimental roll.
Then I started to move. I couldn't be gentle.
I tried at first, but her body felt too good, too perfectly molded to mine.
I picked up the pace, thrusting deep and hard, watching her face contort with each movement.
She met me as best she could, drunk and clumsy but eager, her hands roaming my back, my shoulders, pulling me closer. "Harder. Show me how much you want me."
She wasn't screaming anymore, her body accepting what I was doing even as her face showed the overwhelming sensation. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I welcomed the pain.
"Oh god," she gasped when I eased up even a fraction. "Feels... so good..."
I flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back into her from behind.
This angle let me go even deeper. She made these soft gasping sounds into the pillow that drove me crazy.
Her back arched, pushing her ass higher, and she reached back blindly until her fingers found my wrist and held on.
"You feel this?" I growled, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the other reached around to touch where we were joined. "You feel how well you take me?"
She could only moan in response. Then, voice muffled and wrecked, "Yes... all of it... don't stop..."
I fucked her harder, chasing my orgasm, feeling it building at the base of my spine. When it hit, I slammed deep inside her and came, pumping everything into her unprotected body.
"Oh god—I can't—" She shuddered beneath me, a long, broken whimper spilling out as her walls fluttered around me.
The aftershocks left the girl completely drained. Combined with the alcohol, she didn't even have the strength to turn over. She just passed out in my arms.
I pulled out of her and grabbed a thin blanket to cover her with.
I stood by the bed, looking down at the sleeping girl, feeling a strange irritation rising in my chest.
This wasn't right.
I wasn't some stupid kid anymore. I was forty-five years old. I'd been with countless women.
I was long past the age of being controlled by hormones, of losing my rationality.
But I'd just completely lost control with some random woman who'd stumbled into my room—not only without any protection, but at the final moment I hadn't even thought about pulling out. I'd just come inside her.
That wasn't like me at all.
I frowned, trying to piece together what the hell had just happened.
Was it her body that fit me so perfectly? Was it her inexperience that triggered my need to dominate? Or was it simply that I hadn't touched a woman in too long and my body was desperate for release?
None of those reasons explained the near-loss of control I'd just experienced.
My phone rang from the nightstand, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet. I picked it up. Jack's name was on the screen.
"Boss, we caught that dealer who betrayed us at the San Pedro port. The idiot tried to steal two crates of the newest automatic rifles to sell to the Moretti family on the East Coast. We've got him secured, waiting for your orders."
I didn't hesitate.
"I don't want to hear any excuses. Break all ten of his fingers one by one. Then put a bullet in his head. After that, stuff his body in an oil drum, fill it with concrete, and dump it in the ocean."
Jack's response was brief. "Understood."
I hung up and tossed the phone back on the nightstand.
Rat problem handled. Time to deal with the woman in front of me.
Following my usual habits, I should press the call button by the bed right now and have the maids come in. I'd order them to immediately clean this unconscious woman out of here.
I never let anyone spend the night in my bed—not only because I absolutely hated people invading my private space, but because I'd suffered from severe insomnia for years.
Any slight sound, anyone's breathing, would jolt me awake instantly. I could only get a few hours of shallow sleep by taking heavy doses of sleeping pills.
And even that sleep was filled with painful nightmares.
But I hesitated for a few seconds, then pulled back the blanket and lay back down.
Almost the instant I settled in, the girl sensed the heat source in her sleep. She instinctively turned over like a small animal seeking shelter, curled her body up, and pressed tightly into my arms.
I closed my eyes. The bloody images that usually flooded my mind didn't come this time. Instead, there was just quiet darkness.
Then, a drowsiness I hadn't felt in ages washed over me.