Chapter 1 #2
I swallow back a groan, trying to ignore how good she feels and uncross my arms. The back of my hand brushes against her bare cleavage in the process, and her lips part as she breathes in sharply, her pupils dilating.
I can’t help but flash on the image of pressing my hard cock into her soft, open mouth, smearing her pink lipstick on my dick.
The visual is so vivid, I catalog every detail—the exact shade of her lipstick, the way her lips would stretch, the sounds she’d make—so I can return to it later.
I’m so fucking hard that it hurts, but I push the thought from my mind and bring my hands up to hers clasped together behind my neck, prying them apart, and push her away.
“You need to put some fucking clothes on,” I say sharply.
She snaps her lips closed, her olive skin flushing pink.
Cocking her hip to the side, she balls her hands into fists and brings them to her hips.
“What’s your problem tonight?”
“It’s 40 degrees outside and wet,” I point out.
The sky is thick with clouds, and the fact that the cold rain broke in time to set up for the party was lucky, but weather patterns suggest a 73% chance of precipitation within the next two hours.
“And you’re wearing a fucking see-through handkerchief.
”
“It’s more like 80 degrees up here with all these heaters, and who the fuck are you, anyway, my father?
” The corner of her lip turns up in a sneer, and her voice rises.
People around us are starting to notice, but they’re pretending not to.
Usually, their attention would skate across my skin like static electricity, but when I’m with her, I don’t give a fuck who’s watching.
“If I were your father, you wouldn’t have made it out of the house looking like that.
”
The way she is standing under the lights, I can fully see her dark nipples through her dress now.
As much as it makes me want to break the skinny straps barely holding the fabric up and suck one of those nipples into my mouth, I’m fucking furious that every other man here is probably thinking the same thing.
Grabbing her shoulders, I turn her, blocking her from view of the other partygoers, and back her into the corner of the rooftop.
She hits the concrete wall, then smooths her hands over her dress, and I’m not sure, but I think she purposefully drags the hem up an inch higher on her thigh.
“I’m 18, asshole. My ‘daddy’ doesn’t tell me what to do anymore.
”
“Maybe you need a new daddy then.”
I pull off my ball cap with one hand, and reach back behind my neck to grab my hoodie with the other hand, pulling it off over my head.
Blocking her in the corner, I drop my hat and toss my hoodie up, grabbing it by the hem and then pull it over her whole body in one motion.
“What the fuck—” Her voice is muffled as she disappears into the fabric until I can yank the fabric down so that her head pops through the neck hole.
Her hair is mussed and all over her face, and her arms are trapped inside.
“—is wrong with you?!”
“The better question is ‘what is wrong with you.’” I say, holding the hoodie down as she fights against me.
“Get this fucking thing off me,” she shrieks.
People around us are no longer pretending not to stare.
Matti walks our way, raises his eyebrows at me briefly, then ushers them away, leaving us alone in the corner of the rooftop.
I pin her against the wet concrete wall, caging her in with my arms on either side of her, and bend down slightly so I’m eye level with her.
She’s tall, especially in heels, so I don’t have to bend far.
She fits me perfectly.
“You’re a beautiful girl.
You don’t have to dress like a whore to get attention from men.
” I keep my voice low, feeling like I’m saying too much.
Her eyes grow wide with fury, and she bangs her body back and forth against my arms like she’s trying to break out.
I don’t budge. “I’m not a GIRL. I’m a fucking woman, in case you hadn’t God damn noticed.
”
“I did notice,” I growl. “Everybody noticed. Including douchebags who aren’t good enough to be in your presence, much less see you…
like that.”
Her eyes brighten with anger.
She moves closer to me, lowering her voice seductively as she talks.
“Oh really. Are you jealous of Antonio, Tommy? Do you wish I’d dress like this for you?
Make it our little secret, keep my ‘beautiful’ body hidden away from the world until you want to take me out and play with me?
”
Fuck, my cock is so hard. I want to drop to my knees while she’s bound by my hoodie, and push up her dress, shove my face into her pussy and eat her until she comes on my face.
Instead, I shake my head, speaking through my clenched jaw.
“I’m not jealous of any little prick who goes by the name of Tony the Hack, I promise you.
And I’m not trying to fuck you.”
She blanches, the color draining from her face, as if a realization just hit her.
“Oh my God. Are you gay, Tommy? Is that why you never bring women around or hook up? Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.
”
Despite my resolve to remain devoid of emotion, I can’t help but laugh at the shame on her face.
“No, I’m not gay. I just don’t bring women around you.
But you should be embarrassed.
No man who pays attention to you when you’re dressed like this is going to respect you once he’s done coming on your face.
Especially a guy who got his name for fucking up everything he touches.
”
Rage washes over her, and I barely jerk my head back in time, still laughing, as she throws herself forward trying to headbutt me.
“Fuck you, Tommy Demonio! I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, who I fuck, or what I wear when I get fucked.
” She leans in close, her face inches from mine, breathing hard while I grin at her.
“And for your information, I’ve never had a man come on my face and ghost me.
He always comes back, begging for more, and it’s me who has to tell him to fuck off and get a life so I can move onto the next hard cock that I want.
”
The smile falls off my face, and she smirks victoriously.
The image of her with other men hits my brain like a virus, spreading through every neural pathway until all I can think about is erasing every other man who’s ever touched her.
But she’s still wrapped up in my hoodie, and I’m the one in charge.
“Either you put your arms through the sleeves of that hoodie in the next five seconds and keep it on for the rest of the night, or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out in front of all these people.
”
“And then what?” she challenges, her arms still captured within my hoodie.
She’s not flirtatious this time. She seems genuinely curious.
“Then I’ll take you downstairs and tie you up in Matti’s penthouse and leave you there until the sun comes up, and your father is ready to drive you home.
Wherever the fuck he is.”
Her hazel eyes are so dark they are almost black as she scoffs at me.
“You want to tie me up, Tommy? What are you going to do to me while you wait for the sun to come up? It’s not even midnight yet.
”
She leans in closer to me, but I hold her gaze and don’t move.
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, then releases it, staring at my mouth.
I don’t breathe as she snakes her tongue out and moves a millimeter closer to me, then drags the tip of her tongue slowly over my bottom lip.
It’s like she sent a shot of lightning through my body, culminating in a thunderbolt in my cock.
She pauses, her mouth next to mine and whispers, “Tell me what you want to do to me, Tommy.”
I again imagine smearing her pink lipstick with my cock, but instead of acting on it, I steel my resolve, summoning every bit of self-restraint I have.
“Time’s up, sweet girl,” I say, squatting to grip her around the backs of her soft thighs and lifting her onto my shoulder.
“Oh my God, fucking put me down, Tommy! Seriously! Put me down!” She sounds terrified, and I smile to myself.
“Are you going to be a good girl and put your arms into the sleeves if I do?” I ask calmly.
Gi writhes against me, trying to get down, and I grip the back of her thighs harder with my forearm, digging my fingers in to keep her from falling off my shoulder.
Her voice is almost desperate. “You don’t want me showing my ass, but you’re going to carry me out with my ass literally hanging out of my dress?
”
I turn my head slightly and see that she’s right.
Her plump, round ass is right next to my face, her thong exposed, the hem of her dress and the hoodie pushed up to her waist.
I suck in a breath to stop myself from sinking my teeth into her bare ass.
Luckily, we’re still facing the corner of the rooftop, the rest of the party behind me.
They can certainly see what’s happening, but they can’t see her ass unless I turn around.
“It’s your choice, Gi,” I say, waiting calmly, watching the storm clouds move across the dark sky lit up by the city lights.
I glance at my watch. 11:57 pm.
Three minutes to midnight.
The countdown in my head starts automatically—180 seconds, 179, 178…
“Decide how you want to bring in the new year.”
She mumbles something I can’t hear.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She wriggles a bit more but not fighting against me, and I realize she’s trying to put the arm not pinned under her through the sleeve.
It only takes a minute, and she succeeds immediately reaching down and slapping my ass hard.
I don’t hate that. “I’m doing it, Tommy.
Now Put. Me. Down.”
Keeping my arm around her, I let her body slide down the front of mine till she’s steady on her heels then cage her back in, one arm on either side of her.
I lean down so that my face is inches from hers.
I nod my head toward her other arm, and she sulkily shoves it through the sleeve and waves her hand in my face petulantly once it’s through.
“Good? Now let me go.”
I keep my arms in place, holding her against the wall next to me as the seconds pass.
My expression is cold, daring her to defy me.
She holds my gaze, her eyes flashing angrily.
Slowly, her face starts to soften, and I realize that what started as a stand-off has evolved into us staring into each other’s eyes.
Even with that realization, I can’t break away.
The pull toward her is like gravity: fundamental, inescapable, a law of physics.
I want to kiss her, want to wrap my arms around her, pick her up and carry her downstairs, start the new year balls deep inside her.
But I don’t move. I still have nothing to offer her, and I can’t risk her leaving me while I’m busy putting together an empire to present to her.
In my entire life, I’ve never struggled so deeply with an emotion at war with clear logic.
Yet I know that if I move out of her way, some other guy is going to swoop in and take her from me.
It’s a mathematical certainty. I can’t let that happen either.
“What do you want, Tommy?” Giovanna whispers, pulling the cuffs of the sleeves over her hands and hugging her arms around her chest.
My heart clenches.
I just want you, sweet girl.
I drop my arms to my sides and stand to my full height, stepping out of her way and keeping my expression blank.
Biting her bottom lip, her eyes well up with tears as she looks up at me.
“Fuck you, Tommy.”
Yanking the hem of my hoodie down so that it covers her dress and the top of her thighs, she shoves past me.
The crowd begins to count down loudly together: “10, 9, 8, 7…”
Tony steps into Giovanna’s path and bends to look her in the face, then reaches out to brush her cheek with his fingertips.
She swats his hand away and snatches the drink he’s carrying, throwing it back in one gulp as she pushes past him.
She sits down heavily on the closest chair, glaring at me.
“6, 5, 4…”
Tony stands next to her tentatively, following her gaze to me in confusion then back to her as she wipes the back of her hand across her cheek.
She barks something at him, and he looks at me and scowls, then heads back to the bar.
I pick up my hat where it fell on the floor, and put it on backwards the way she likes, almost as an apology.
I lean into the corner where I had her pinned, resting my arms along the metal railing that lines the brick walls and crossing one ankle over the other, holding her gaze.
She stares back at me, angry and sad.
“3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!”