2. Rufino
CHAPTER TWO
Rufino
S he’s been watching me all night like a fox with its eyes on its prey.
But I am nobody’s prey. So, I stare back at her like a wolf, daring her to come closer.
I’m here to relax and have a few drinks. But she’s distracting me. Not that I mind it. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Who is that?” I lean towards my acquaintance. He’s someone I hang out with sometimes, but I can’t call him a friend - I don’t have friends. I prefer it that way. Friends are a risk I don’t enjoy taking. Having friends requires trusting people and I don’t trust anyone.
“That’s Verity A’Vara. Fucking hot, but if you know what’s good for you, don’t even glance in her direction. She’s nothing but trouble. She’s literally hellfire.” He shakes his head and rolls his shoulders back, shuddering at the thought of dealing with her.
I chuckle. She can’t be that bad. She’s just a girl.
“A’Vara.” I mutter to myself. I know exactly who her father is. I did not know his daughter was that much of a minx, though. She stands out as the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Her bold attitude and that sassy smirk she keeps throwing in my direction only make me more curious about her.
Her wild blond hair hangs loose around her shoulders. Even from across the bar, I can see how blue her eyes are, complimented by the blue of her short, sexy dress.
She moves with confidence and sex appeal.
Another girl steps close to her and I can see Verity dislikes her. They exchange words and the tension between them explodes.
“Wooha.” I chuckle when Verity flies forward and slams her fist into the other girl’s face. She drops like a rock, landing hard on her ass.
“Told you. Hellfire .” My acquaintance pulls his mouth tight. “Fucking hellfire.”
I watch, enthralled when Verity doesn’t leave it at one punch but takes another swing at the girl. Whatever she said clearly pissed her off.
A bartender leaps over the bar and lifts Verity up in the air, but one look from her and he lets go, not willing to take her on himself. This girl has power, and she isn’t afraid to use it.
In no time at all, her challenger is being carried out of the club and when Verity looks in my direction again, I’m struggling to hide the smile on my face.
I’m starting to like this girl.
Hellfire indeed.
My heart flick-flacks in my chest when starts walking towards me - she has something on her mind, but I have no idea what her intensions are.
Fuck, she is gorgeous. The closer she gets to me, the more obvious her beauty becomes. And that devilish shine in her eyes is sending an intense thrill through my body. I enjoy playing with fire, I always have.
She grabs my collar and pulls me down. I think she’s going to punch me.
But out of nowhere, she kisses me.
For a second, I am stunned and frozen in place.
But very quickly, the electric current running between us sparks me back to life and I reach out to touch her, dragging her closer, running my hands over her body and the curve of her back.
My skin is on fire wherever my body is touching hers.
My senses are so heightened that I am drugged by her lips.
She steps back. My eyes are on her mouth. Plump, perfect pink lips.
She smirks at me and I hold her stare.
Then just as quickly as she arrived - she leaves. Walking back to her friends as though I was nothing but a dare - something to conquer.
I lean my elbow against the bar counter and watch her.
What the fuck was that about?
Who the fuck does she think she’s playing with?
I chuckle again, amused by the sheer audacity of it.
But I can’t deny that she has my attention. She doesn’t give a fuck at all, and I love that about her.
I watch her for a while, enjoying the way she moves on the dance floor and deciding how I want to handle this. But I know one thing for sure - I’m not done with her.
Verity A’Vara is not paying me any attention.
Although, despite her ignoring me, I can still feel the tension between us.
I push off from the bar and nod towards my acquaintance. “It was good to see you, Jim.”
“You too, Red.”
I make my way towards her.
When I step onto the dance floor, I wrap my hand around her waist from behind. I notice her friend’s eyes are wide with shock or fear, as she takes a big step back and bumps into her other friend.
I enjoy having that effect on people. They should fear me.
Verity only glances over her shoulder and asks. “Can I help you with something, Vece?”
I grab her jaw, tilt her head back, and kiss her with much more force than she gave me. Pressing my hand against her stomach to hold her in place, I push my cock against her back.
She doesn’t even flinch.
The kiss becomes more intense with each passing second. Her head tilted back, and her long neck exposed. I run my hand down her throat and wrap my fingers over it, squeezing ever so slightly.
I press my mouth close to her ear and whisper, “Come with me.”
Without hesitation, to turns away from her friends and lets me take her hand.
“Verity - no - what the fuck are you doing ?” one of them shouts.
She glances back at them and winks. It makes me laugh.
Fuck .
She’s incredible.
She truly doesn’t care. She’s not afraid of anything. Hellfire.
Why do I see so much of myself in her?
Pushing through the crowd and letting her walk in my slipstream, I lead her off the dance floor and out of the club.
In the cool evening air outside, she takes a deep breath and giggles, grinning at me.
“Where are we going, Viking?” She asks.
“We’re going to my place.” I say, pulling the passenger door of my Mustang open, waiting for her to climb inside.
I close the door behind her and make my way around to the driver’s side.
Neither of us says a word on the drive home, but I’ve got a dark grin spread across my face. Thinking about all the things I want to do with her.
She props her feet up on my dashboard, giving me the perfect view of her long, toned legs and those killer high heels.
I reach out and run my hand down the inside of her thigh.
She looks across at me, her lashes half lowered, giving her a demure look.
The garage door slides closed behind us and I turn the engine off.
The car door swings wide when I climb out, walking to her side and holding the door open.
She follows me into the house and as soon as the heavy wooden door closes behind us, I turn and pin her against the wall.
“You shouldn’t go home with strangers.” I growl, gliding my hands over her hips.
“Perhaps it’s you that made a mistake by underestimating what I’m capable of. You shouldn’t take strangers home.” She replies, lifting her face towards mine, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and kissing me. Her confidence is astounding. She lifts one leg, wrapping it against my hip as I run my hand along her thigh.
Every cell in my body fires at the same time.
Sharp electric spikes of need shoot through me as she rocks her body forward against mine.
My fingers drag her dress up over her hips and hook beneath her lace panties. I rip them off and she lets out a sharp gasp against my mouth. Her blue eyes looking darker.
Her gaze shoots a warning at me and she bites down on my lower lip, just enough to send a wild spark of adrenalin through me. My cock throbs as I lean into her. Letting her know what she is about to get.
Tugging my belt off, I slide it free and grab both of Verity’s wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall.
Her eyes are tight on me while I wrap the leather belt around her wrists and bind her in place. Then I pull my pants open, lift her up around my waist and thrust into her.
She groans as my cock spreads her open and fills her up, buried deep inside her.
She locks her legs tighter around my waist, hooking her tied wrists over my neck as I fuck her hard, slamming her body against the wall with each push.
With mounting intensity and heavy breathing, we move together. Her sweet moans ringing against my ear and her hair falling around her shoulders when she tilts her head back.
Every inch of my body is pulsing with carnal power.
I can’t stop fucking her - going faster and faster - not even trying to slow down to make it last longer. I’ve lost all control.
Her cries get louder and louder with each penetration of my cock, causing her legs to shake and her hips to arch all the way forward.
She lets out a shaking gasp and her pussy tightens over my cock. Her muscles wave and pulse when her orgasm rushes through her.
A second later, and my cock is rigid inside her, explosive and aggressive. Ecstasy floods out of me.
She slides down the wall as I loosen my grip on her. She’s staring at me with a cheeky grin on her face.
“I’m going to grab an Uber. Thanks for a fun time.” She says, pulling her dress down over her hips, swaying a little and then giggling at herself.
I chuckle and grab her arm to steady her.
“You aren’t going anywhere, little vixen. I’m not done with you.”
“Oh. Well, who says I’m not done with you?”
I shake my head. “Is everything with you a challenge?” I growl, lifting Verity and throwing her over my shoulder to carry her upstairs to my bedroom.
I toss her onto my bed and stand looking down at her while I get undressed.
She grins, rolls onto her stomach, and moves so that she is on all fours with her ass pointed right at me. And of course - she’s not wearing any panties because I tore those from her body.
My cock is hard again.
She giggles and sits up on her knees to take her dress off and throw it at me. Then she looks over her shoulder at me with a smirk.
I climb onto the bed and push her back down onto her stomach, shoving her hard against the mattress. I spread her legs wide with my legs and plunge my cock into her from behind.
Her screams get muffled against the pillow as her face is pushed into it. I fuck her hard, grunting every time I thrust forward.
I hear her giggle and take it as a challenge. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pull hard, arching her back and pulling her head towards me.
She is gasping and moaning and loving the games we’re playing.
And I can’t fucking get enough of her.
I don’t know what time we pass out, tangled in each other - exhausted and satisfied.
I can smell her hair spread out over my pillow and my chest.
She smells like dark strawberries and magnolia.
When I fall asleep, I dream of chasing her through the woods while she runs, always head of me, just out of reach, laughing at that mischievous little giggle of hers.