Chapter 4
KLAUS
“Ilike chocolate, and peanut butter, and sometimes just butterscotch,” Kaycee said. Or Kendra. Or Kimmy. I had no idea what her name was. Something with a K.
All I knew was that she’d been at our table all night trying to get to know me. I knew Alessio and Teo were having the time of their lives watching this happen. I swore they lived to torment me.
“You look like you enjoy butterscotch, too,” Kaylin said.
“I like blood,” I said, finishing my drink. “And sometimes tears. You have both. Show me one or the other.”
She blinked at me like she was dumb.
Alessio laughed softly as he spoke in Italian to Matteo.
I still understood them. I’d learned Italian long ago.
“Think he’ll fuck her or kill her?” Alessio asked in Italian.
“Judging by the look on his face, maybe both.” Matteo winked at me.
“My friend Emily loves raisins. They’re so gross. Don’t you think they’re gross? They’re, like, literally old fruit. Old is so gross.”
I poured more whiskey into my glass and drank it down.
“One time, my friend Shelby, totally ate an entire box of raisins on a dare. But Lana had soaked them in alcohol before, so they plumped up—”
I fisted her hair and crushed my lips against hers.
Anything to make her shut the fuck up.
Alessio clapped loudly, and Matteo drank.
Fuck it. I hadn’t been laid in a few weeks. I’d been too busy working. And thinking…
Fuck, I did too much thinking.
I kissed her deeper, making her squirm against me.
I broke off the kiss, my fingers still in her blonde hair. “Show me how appreciative you are.”
Her lips parted, and she scrambled to get to my belt. I let her, my eyes on my two friends who stared back at me, little smirks on their smug faces.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, her eyes wide. “You’re, like, huge.”
“Shut up and suck my dick,” I snapped at her.
She immediately buried her face in my crotch, my cock in her mouth.
“How is it?” Alessio asked.
I grunted as I tried to force her deeper onto my dick.
“Shallow.” I winced. “And too many teeth.”
Matteo chuckled. “Let’s take her out of here. I don’t need your blood on the floor.”
I tugged her off my dick and tucked myself back into my pants before getting up, my hand around her bicep.
We left the club and met Frank out front in our SUV.
“Pretty,” Frank commented as he opened the back door for us.
“Easy, big daddy,” Alessio said with a laugh. “You’ve already fucked around and found out too many times. What number baby are you on? Six? Seven?”
“It’ll be eight if you let him near her,” I said, shoving her into the backseat. “He doesn’t know how to keep his dick on lockdown.” I slid in next to Katie and unzipped my pants before she could open her damn mouth and start talking about raisins again.
She went to work, sucking me, but it was lackluster at best. Whatever kept her damn mouth closed.
I let my head fall back as Frank closed us all inside. Matteo sat across from me, and Alessio moved behind Kacey before taking his cock out.
Within moments, he had her skirt shoved up and his dick buried in her pussy.
“You don’t want any?” I asked Matteo as he watched the scene.
“You look like you’re having fun,” he said. “I’ll watch.”
I grunted, continuing to guide her on my dick, wincing now and then when her teeth would catch me. It didn’t help that Frank seemed to be hitting every fucking bump on the road.
“What the fuck, Frank?” I shouted on the third time. “Learn to fucking drive, dummes Arschloch!”
Frank smirked at me in the rearview mirror. Prick bastard was doing it on purpose. I’d punch him in the face when I got out.
I tightened my hold on her hair, trying to urge her deeper onto my dick, but she choked and gagged on me.
The last thing I wanted was some woman to vomit on my lap. I’d never fucking live it down.
Matteo laughed softly and undid his pants before pulling his big dick out.
“Give her to me,” he said. “I will teach her.”
I tugged her off my cock and looked to Alessio, who blew out a breath and pulled out.
I raised my brows at him, and he shrugged.
“I’ve had worse,” he said in German to me.
I guess that was something.
I guided Kammy over to Matteo and pushed her mouth onto his dick. He immediately fisted her hair and began guiding her as he liked.
“Open your throat,” he murmured. “If you want to show me how thankful you are, you’re going to have to do better than this.”
She gagged as he tried to move her deeper.
“Breathe,” he said softly. “Don’t fight it. Just take it. There you go. Deeper, sweetheart, just like that. Fuck, a little more. There you go. Now faster. Make me come, sweet girl. If you can make me come, I’ll make you come, and I know how very much you’ll enjoy that.”
Deciding I wasn’t brave enough for a round three of her barbed wire on my dick, I rolled a condom on and lined myself up behind her.
I pushed deep into her pussy, making her moan against Matteo’s cock while Alessio watched and stroked himself. Matteo let out a grunt of contentment as he kept her moving.
And me… I fucked into her pussy, hard and fast, not looking for anything more than escape for a few minutes and a little bit of bliss to keep my mind off all the shit plaguing me.
The face of Rosalie Bishop popped into my head, making my heart jump as I slammed into the bitch in front of me.
I’d had limited interaction with Rosalie, but she intrigued me. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and the guilt was eating me alive. I wasn’t the type of man who stole another man’s woman, and I knew Alessandro wanted her, but fuck…
This was the fourth woman I’d fucked while thinking about the pretty red-haired girl with the green eyes and sweet voice.
The last time I’d seen her at Matteo’s, I’d nearly begged her to sing for me.
I loved the way she sounded. She didn’t know it, but I’d heard her sing on stage.
I’d gone to watch her perform with Alessandro many months before.
I prayed every night that her dreams would come true, and I wasn’t a praying sort, but for her? I’d get on my knees and beg God.
I didn’t know what any of it meant, nor did I have any way of exploring it. All I knew was she was off-limits, and I was stuck with some eager bitch in the back of an SUV barreling through Chicago at night.
In my head, Rosalie smiled at me.
That was it. It was all I needed to blow my load inside Kristine’s sloppy pussy.
Fuck… What the hell did any of this mean?