CHAPTER 45 - RED
CHAPTER
Red
I GET AS FAR AS the bottom of the stairs on the casino level before leaning against the wall to take a breath. My hard-on is still rigid, giving no hint of disappearing, and while all I’m thinking about is how it felt claiming Arianna’s mouth, it’s unlikely to.
I was right - her soft lips and mouth tasted of nectar, so how other parts of her would taste is beyond what I can bear to torture myself with imagining. All I know is that her cunt must taste like the elixir of life.
For fuck’s sake, I need to think about something else!
Making doubly sure no one is around, I readjust myself in my trousers.
Putting things into motion regarding Slater will take my mind off Arianna. If plotting that slimy fucker’s demise doesn’t deflate this persistent and obvious show of lust, I don’t know what will.
And I’ll put that plan in motion right now.
I stride towards my office. I’ll forget about Arianna, that kiss and what she does to me. Plotting Slater’s removal and setting a cast-iron defense for my firm, casino and everyone in it for when retaliation really comes, is the priority.
Concentrating on the real stuff, rather than dwelling on what just happened, is the way forward. It has to be because my hard-on is only just abating.
But I did well. I kept things under control with my deadpan expression and sarcastic, curt comments. Until Arianna kissed me, that was.
She. Kissed. Me.
Not the other way around .
But the moment her velvet lips touched mine, I was done. I could have walked away, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could kiss her and then walk away.
Which I did.
Just about...
And shit the bed, doing that was tough when all I wanted was to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless.
Fuck. My cock’s getting hard again. That woman just does something to me.
But I didn’t rip her clothes off or fuck her senseless. If she wants to play games, then I’ll play them right back.
And I’ll win.
I know what she’s doing. She’s taking liberties because I slipped up. Running a bath for her and touching her face gave the wrong impression. She thinks I’m a soft, chivalrous twat who’ll dance to her tune.
Well, I’m far from that. And I’m certainly not soft in any way either...
Christ, this constant hard-on is ridiculous.
I enter my office and close the door behind me.
Luckily, my ringing desk phone distracts me. I snatch it up, willing the relentless ache in my groin to subside. “Red Bateman.”
I frown. “What? What, now? Where...? Okay... I’ll be right down.”
Chucking the receiver back in the cradle, I remain motionless.
Fuck! How he got in without being apprehended at the door is something to question, but being as Emiliano Galvatore is in my reception, demanding to see me and his daughter, then there’s no choice but to deal with it.
Sitting in the same room as the cunt who I’m convinced arranged the death of my parents won’t be easy to do without ripping the bastard to shreds. Plus, his presence here could be a setup using the guise of wanting Arianna back; therefore I’ll take no chances.
I’ll just exhibit extra control.
Yanking open my cabinet, I retrieve a pistol and shove it in my waistband just in case, then stride from my office towards the front of my casino, wondering how my stress levels can be ramped up further.
The only positive is that my erection has fully and completely disappeared.