Chapter 17 Klaus
KLAUS
It had been a long day that ended with me de-clothing some little shit box of a human on the streets of Chicago.
Did I enjoy doing things like that?
Sometimes.
I’d killed three people this week. Now, as I stood in my kitchen watching the woman of my dreams wearing a red dress that was making my pants tighter as she stared out the window to the city below, I couldn’t imagine telling her the atrocities of my life.
She likely knew them, considering she was engaged to Lorenzo De Luca, and he wasn’t exactly a saint.
But to lay it all out for her?
The ugly part of my personality said she wouldn’t want me. She’d escaped this life only for me to walk into her diner and drag her right back in.
But fuck me for wanting her despite knowing it was wrong on so many levels.
For one thing, she was half my age. Another, this world wasn’t safe, although I’d like to think her being with me was safer than her being with the horsemen.
Lorenzo had a lot of power, but he was no king.
No one fucked with a king. The third thing was that her father had been one of my best friends.
I could only imagine the look on his face if she brought me home to a family dinner.
And finally, there was the business of Alessandro and Matteo.
I knew both would lose it on me once they found out.
I was under the impression that she hadn’t told Alessandro she was staying here. If she had, I knew we’d have fought.
I exhaled and shook my head, forcing all the shit from my mind. I’d told myself on repeat that I’d focus on the now and hope for a later.
It was really all I could do at this point unless something seriously broke my way. Sylar knew this shit would happen. I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, yet I knew I could simply ask him.
I didn’t want to do that and have him know he had me curious or worse, worried.
So I tried to force everything out of my head.
Now. Here. With her.
That’s what really mattered.
I poured two glasses of wine and downed mine quickly before refilling it and bringing both glasses to the living room, where she was still staring out at the lit-up city far below my penthouse.
“Here,” I said, coming up behind her and handing her the glass of wine.
She gave me that sweet smile that made butterflies crash around in my guts as she took it and sipped it. She returned to staring out at the city.
“What are you thinking about?” My voice was low, the desperate desire to know everything inside her pretty little head eating at me.
“I don’t even know,” she murmured. “How pretty the lights are. How quiet it is here.”
It was a nice view. It was one of the reasons why I settled on it. It was cold and lonely, though. With her here, the place had life.
I leaned in and gently kissed her collarbone. She angled her neck for me, giving me access to all her sweet flesh.
Carefully, I let my hands explore around her tiny waist before I pulled her back against me, trying my damnedest not to just bend her over and hammer into her tight pussy from behind. My hard dick pressed against her back, and she let out a soft gasp at how solid she had me.
I was losing this battle.
I took the wine from her and put it on the small table beside us before I had my hands back on her body. I kissed her shoulder. Her neck. I moved forward and cradled her breasts.
And fuck, were they beautiful. She easily had the best ones I’d seen.
She let her head fall back against me as I continued to explore her body.
“What do you want to do tonight?” I asked between kisses to her soft skin.
“You actually have a night off?” Her voice was soft and laced with need.
“I do.” I nipped at her neck. “Tell me.”
She was quiet for a moment before she spoke, and when she did, her voice was soft and wavered.
“I want to do what you want to do.”
I really liked the sound of that.
I trailed my lips along the shell of her ear. “What I want to do is push you against this window and fuck you so all of Chicago can see and know you’re mine.” The words slipped out of me without thought. I didn’t hate them, nor did I know what they meant, but they were a truth.
“I’m yours?” she whispered.
I liked the sound of that, but… fuck. I couldn’t. I needed to rectify the situation. She deserved better. More. But maybe I could be the man, the bridge, that helped her get there, even if it gutted me inside.
“Whenever you’re near me, you’re mine.” I slipped my hands to the back of her dress and unzipped it. The dress slid off her body and pooled around her feet, leaving her in nothing but her sexy as hell red bra and thong.
I really fucking liked the way she looked. I twisted my finger beneath the material of her thong at her hip and growled in her ear as goosebumps raced across her pale skin.
“I love this look,” I said into her ear. “You’re gorgeous, my sweet girl.”
She shivered against me as I pushed her thong down her legs and unsnapped her bra. Her big breasts spilled out, and I was eager to hold them in my hands and breathe out against her skin.
I released her and stepped away. She didn’t chase me. Instead, she stared out the window, her breathing fast.
Quickly, I unfastened my belt and pants and removed my clothes before pulling out a condom and sheathing my cock with it.
As much as I wanted to take her hot and raw, I forced myself to wait.
I suppose in my head, it was a reward I’d give to myself if this worked out.
The wait of feeling her hot pussy hugging my bare cock was killing me in the most delicious way, but I had a thing about that bit of ache I was in over it. So I’d continue to wait.
“Put your hands on the window,” I husked out.
She did as I told her, which only made my dick harder. I loved a woman who obeyed, but I also loved one who challenged and surprised me. My sweet hummingbird was both. It was driving me insane.
I gripped her hip tightly as she let out a shaky breath.
“Part your legs for me, baby,” I murmured in her ear as more goosebumps scattered across her soft skin.
Again, she complied. She was maddening.
I positioned my cock and pushed forward as she bent a little for me.
Her soft cry was my undoing as I slid deep into her body.
Perhaps I was a little too eager and rough and had gone too fast. She was incredibly tiny, and it was clear to me the horsemen hadn’t broken her in properly, but maybe that turned me on more to be the man who would. Who was.
I moved inside her, my hips rolling against her pert little ass. She moaned for me, the wet sound of her pussy taking all of me sounding out.
And fuck was she wet for me. I almost pulled out of her and ate her clean, but I knew it was too much and I might lose control, so I kept working my cock into her tight pussy.
I squeezed her tits, rubbing her hard nipples between my thumb and index finger as my hips met her ass cheeks. She’d taken all of my cock. I was not a small man, and hadn’t found a woman yet who could take all of me.
She was my puzzle piece. The realization of what that could mean terrified me, so I shoved the thought away and moved faster, wanting to feel her come for me. Wanting to hear her moan my name. Wanting her pleasure to be because of me.
I trailed my hands down her toned abdomen and quickly found her clit and rubbed it. She shook in my arms, our bodies impossibly close and fused to one another.
I want you. I want you. I want you.
Fuck.
I pushed the thought out of my head.
My breathing grew heavier as I got closer to coming. She moaned loudly as I kept my pace, quickly learning her body. I pressed her against the window harder before I wrapped my hand gently around her throat and squeezed lightly.
“Fuck, your pussy is magic,” I managed to rasp as I fucked into her. I pulled out and snapped my hips forward, making her cry out my name softly.
God, I’d never tire of hearing that.
She whimpered loudly, her body pressed against mine as I pushed her forward. She was nearly flat against the window. I really fucking hoped Lorenzo and his men were looking up at us right now as I fucked what they released into the wild.
What they released to a monster like me.
“I want the fucking world to know who fucks you,” I said fiercely as I continued to hammer away inside her.
She let out a cry, her entire body shaking, as she came for me. A true fucking mess that I wanted more than my next breath. I loved how hard she could come.
She shook in my hold as her pussy spasmed around my cock. A sense of accomplishment and pride surged through me as she came down, only to be lost once more.
Giving her multiple orgasms made me feel like a fucking superhero.
I let out a soft, dangerous laugh before I lifted her into my arms, her back to my front, my cock still impaled deep inside her. I could move her however I desired, so I fucked her roughly that way, her body limp in my hold.
I loved that I’d finished her so spectacularly.
I came hard with a loud groan that I was sure the people living beneath me could hear. My come jetted out the length of my cock and filled the condom, but fuck, did I wish I was painting the inside of her pussy white with it instead.
Next time.
At least that’s what I told myself as I emptied my dick and slowed my movements.
Breathless, I kissed her bare shoulder. Her neck. Her cheek. I wanted to shout to her that she meant the world to me. Instead, I adjusted her weak body in my arms and took her to my couch, where I lay her down gently on the leather.
She stared up at me, her green eyes bright, her plump pink lips parted.
She was breathtaking. If I didn’t think I’d hurt her, I’d fuck her again, but I knew she was spent.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmured, planting a kiss on her temple.
She gave me a sated smile as I placed a throw blanket over her before she closed her eyes, her long lashes resting on her cheeks. I took a moment to stare down at her, my heart in my throat, before I forced myself away.