Chapter 7
SEVEN
Milo
Sable wasn’t my type of girl. I was into women who knew I was only there for the sex. In return, I bought them expensive things. Occasionally, I took them on impulsive, exotic vacations. After a week or so, I moved on. No one felt bad. Everyone got what they wanted.
No attachments. No expectations.
I had broken every rule in my ‘being a mafia dick’ playbook in a matter of three hours with this one. I had never brought a woman into my bedroom before. But now that she was here, she could be a useful asset.
She gazed down at the floor, shielding her haunting eyes from me. Maybe that was a good thing. If I had to pinpoint the reason I had lost all of my sense when it came to her, those eyes would be it. She could make me drop my guard with one unassuming glance.
No one had that kind of influence over me, and I wasn’t sure I liked it.
“You said you wanted to get to know me a little better.” She peeked up at me through her long lashes, tempting me with her shy demeanor. “There isn’t much to tell.”
“You’ve got a story.” I tilted her chin, catching her in my stare. “I know a lot more than you think.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not the type of guy who would move someone into their home if I hadn’t thoroughly investigated her.” I ran my thumb over her pretty, pink lips. “I’m not stupid.”
“It’s only been a few hours since you asked me to come here.”
“I work fast.” I circled my thumb along her lips. “But to be fair, I’ve had a week to find out what I needed to know.”
“Why did you look into me after our initial meeting?”
“I had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last time our paths would cross.” I trailed my hand down her throat. “I have impeccable instincts. You needed me long before you approached me.”
“You paid my rent.” The realization flashed in her expression. Maybe she had good instincts too.
“You couldn’t.” I slipped my jacket that she still wore off her shoulders and tossed it on the bed. “Chance certainly couldn’t.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I have my reasons.”
I undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing a simple, strapless, black bra. No fancy lace or expensive silk. I would have to rectify that. She wasn’t the most voluptuous woman I had ever encountered, but she had incredible breasts.
“Those reasons seemed to have paid off,” I said.
“I shouldn’t be responsible for you paying my rent.” She sucked in a breath when I pushed the shirt from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re right.” I kissed her neck, hoping to stop her trembling, but it seemed that the more I touched her, the more anxious she became.
Her anxiety wasn’t the only thing that grew.
My cock wanted me to stop screwing around and relieve some of my tension.
“I won’t add that to your tab, because I did that to be kind. ”
“I don’t know anything about you.”
“You knew enough to come to me when you were in trouble.” I lifted her arms over her head. “Clasp your hands around here.” I assisted her in doing what I wanted, threading her fingers together so the bedpost was between them. “Don’t move.”
I fought the urge to restrain her with my belt, but she was already so jittery. I needed to give her time to adjust to me, but that didn’t mean that I had to be a complete boy scout.
“I gave you the opportunity to take your clothes off.” I pressed my lips to the corner of her mouth. “You didn’t comply, so now I’m going to do it.”
“I don’t feel comfortable taking my clothes off in front of you like I’m some sort of merchandise that you need to inspect.”
“You were very comfortable asking me for money though.” Her lips tightened when I ran my hand through her hair and down her back.
“I wouldn’t have put it as coldly as you, but since you referred to yourself as merchandise, I’m not going to argue.
You belong to me. Bello has received his money, so your precious brother is safe from him, but I can’t say the same for you when it comes to me. ”
When I unhooked her bra, she let go of the bedpost and covered her breasts with her hands. I unbuckled my belt.
“Put your hands back where I told you to keep them or I will tie you to the post with my belt.” I dropped my gaze to her chest. “Your choice.”
She draped her hair over her breasts before raising her arms and clasping her hands around the post. Her modesty was alluring in a strange and annoying way. I was used to women who spread their legs for me whenever and wherever I wanted.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as the defiant type.” I swiped her hair to the side as I lowered my lips to her neck. “You seem quiet and obedient.” I brushed my mouth along her collarbone. “Who are you, Sable? A fierce lioness or a little, lost kitten?”
“Who do you want me to be?”
“I like that response.” I swirled my tongue around her nipple, blowing my warm breath over it. “Tonight, I want the kitten.”
As I taunted her nipples with my teeth, I unbuttoned her jeans.
“Milo,” she whispered. “I don’t…”
“Go with it.” I lowered her zipper as I kissed my way down her smooth stomach, taking in her ribcage and slender hips. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.” I dropped to my knees. “I don’t like losing focus, especially when it comes to my business.”
I removed her slip-on, canvas sneakers and took off her socks, admiring her small feet. Her toenails were polished a light purple. When I tugged her jeans down her legs, she lost her balance and stumbled toward me, slamming her hands into my shoulders.
“You’re not a very efficient listener.” I helped her out of her pants as she steadied herself against me. “What did I tell you about your hands?”
“I was going to fall.” Letting go of me, she stood awkwardly in nothing but a tiny, cotton pair of pink panties. I didn’t even care that she had let go of the post. I was too aroused by the sight of her perfection.
If I had any doubts about bringing her into my home, they were forgotten.
Her beauty mesmerized me, and her shy, submissive nature provoked me.
The thought of molding her into anything I wanted her to be pushed to the forefront of my indecent thoughts.
The obscene things I could make her do while showing her the ultimate pleasure enticed me.
“I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” I stood and nudged her onto her back on the center of the bed. “I’ll make your life easier, and in return, you’re going to do what I tell you to do without hesitation.”
“You can have any woman you want.” She gazed up at me as she bit the corner of her lip. “Why me?”
“Because you need me.” I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper enough to release the pressure on my erect cock. “That gives me the control.”
I should have told her that I thought she was a goddess made for only me. But then I would be surrendering to her, and I learned a long time ago never to give up the power.
I climbed on top of her, pressing my body to hers as I hitched her leg over my hip. “I can make your life better.” I shifted my pelvis forward, grazing my cock against her pussy. “I want you to submit to me.”
“That’s too vague.” She closed her eyes when I thrust into her. “I can’t surrender everything. I can’t lose myself to you.”
“You’re already lost.”
“What if I can’t give you what you’re asking of me?”
“Your submission is the price for my help.” I ran my tongue along her lips. “And since I’ve already done what I said I was going to do, you owe me.”
Having her at my mercy made the possibilities endless for me. Even if she was here to pay off her debt, owing me would work in her favor. I could keep her safe while making sure her moron brother stayed out of trouble.
“I have a condition,” she whispered against my lips.
“That’s not how this works.” I continued to rub my cock into her panties. “You don’t get to negotiate.”
“I just want…” She wrapped her other leg around my waist and moved with me. “I…”
“Tell me what you want, kitten.” Fuck, if I didn’t allow her to distract me with her request, I would rip her panties off and plunge inside her with no regard. “I’ll see what I can do.”
She caressed my jaw with her delicate fingers before moving them slowly across my lips. That was enough to make me almost lose it in my pants.
“I want you to kiss me like you did at the club,” she breathed out. “Make me forget who I am.”
Where the fuck has she been my whole life?
“I can do more than make you forget who you are.” I cupped the side of her face. “I can change the path you’re on, but you have to trust me.”
She had been plaguing my thoughts since the moment she walked away from me in the alleyway. The issue wasn’t that she had left. I told her to go. It was the way I reacted to her turning her back to me and pretending that she could manage on her own.
I wanted to be the one to take care of her. The urge to fix her life was too strong, so I had to let her walk away. She came back. That had to mean something.
“Are you going to trust me?” I asked .
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“I will kiss you.” I tangled my fingers in her hair and tugged her face to mine. “But not because you asked me to.”
“Then why?” She lowered her gaze to my lips.
“Because it’s what I want.”
I covered her sweet lips with mine, swirling my tongue inside her mouth and stealing her breath. She clung to me like her survival depended on it. Maybe it did.
As I dominated the kiss with long, slow strokes in her mouth, I continued to thrust against her sex. When I slithered my hand between us and slid her panties to the side, she tightened her hold on me with her legs, positioning herself so that I could slide my length along her slit.
“Oh…” She dug her fingers into my hips, holding me still as she rocked her waist forward. “I…” Her eyes widened as she shuddered against me, spiraling into a long climax.
I kissed her through her orgasm, indulging in her lips and delicate mouth. The thought of the things I would do to this woman were wicked.
“How did you…”