Chapter 28 Stan
TWENTY-EIGHT
STAN
Until today, my poison of choice had always been heroin.
My whole life, I’d chased that first hit, the first exultant high, because nothing ever matched up to it. It never did for any addict.
But that split-second blink exposed every part of my angel to me and suddenly, those urges I’d fought my whole life faded to dust.
A chemical impossibility but a stark truth nonetheless because Kitty Frasier had already bound me to her without meaning to.
Now, she’d taken me captive.
And I never wanted to be freed.
My addiction had a new name.
Catriona Caitlin Frasier.
I didn’t kick down the bathroom door because that door belonged to Martinez and despite the many snafus and breaches in protocol, we’d be parting as allies.
Plus, I doubted Eva would appreciate me damaging her guest suite. I couldn’t fill Kitty with my children if Eva had me strung up by my intestines.
But if Kitty pulled that stunt again when we were in one of Hunter’s hotels, I’d kick that motherfucking door down in a heartbeat.
Not to scare her, but I knew that had been a goddamn taunt.
My angel played dirty.
As anger and lust and need coalesced inside me, I realized that for the first time in too long, I was wide awake. Fully aware. Not coasting. Not existing.
This was living.
She brought me to fucking life.
By the time she’d finished and stomped out like she’d stomped in, only this time dressed in a pair of slacks that were above her pay grade and defined her ass in a way that made me want to take note of the designer, paired with a soft silken camisole that exposed her lack of a bra, I’d yet to recover from what that brief flash had done to me.
“Are you high on ice or something?” she demanded while shrugging into a thin jersey cardigan in a honey-gold color that augmented the blonde in her hair.
The words triggered me.
She shrieked with how quickly I shepherded her into the nearest wall. But for as much as I shocked her, she didn’t back down.
Her chin, that pugnacious, stubborn, belligerent, beautiful chin, angled higher and higher with every step I forced her to retreat.
When not even an inch separated us, when I loomed over her, when the height difference rammed itself home to both of us, I growled, “Don’t tease me, little girl.”
Her throat bobbed as I settled my forearms against the wall, but her tone was a declaration of war in and of itself: “I don’t tease.”
“What just happened then?”
“Control.” Her eyes narrowed. “You are trying to control me. I returned the favor.”
She sassed me with a toss of her hair over her shoulder. The bulk of which caught on my shirt because of our proximity.
The air itself turned against me. It scented like her. Sweet and pure and fire and—
“The next time you pull a stunt like that, I’ll—”
“What?” she burst out. “You’ll take what I freely offered last night?”
“You’re still mad about that?!” I bit off, straightening so fast she knocked her head into the wall in response.
Frowning, I shoved my hand between her and it then cupped the back of her skull, fingers inadvertently tangling in the silk of her hair.
God, I couldn’t wait to fist it as I fucked her mouth.
“Of course I’m mad. But maybe I should be thanking you. You’re obviously lying to me. I don’t fuck men who lie to me.”
“You won’t fuck anyone else after you fuck me.”
“That sounds like a promise you can’t keep.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
With every blistering comeback, she stood higher on her tiptoes, and it still wasn’t enough to bring her mouth near mine.
So, what she did, in her infinite wisdom, was bite my chin.
Yeah, she bit my fucking chin.
Like this was some kind of Shakespearian tragedy or something.
When I hissed in discomfort, when the kitten dug her claws in deep, though not deep enough for my liking, she smirked at me. Gesù help me, but I wanted to see that smirk every day for the rest of my godawful life.
Her smugness faded.
Not in fear.
But her lips trembled as they parted, revealing the teeth capable of such a grievous assault to my gaze.
My nostrils flared as the battleground of our stare went on for a lifetime, and then out of nowhere, her hand was on me.
Shaping me.
Fingers splayed as she rubbed my cock through my fly.
Adam’s apple sinking as she dared me with her silence to stop her, I swallowed again.
Because I couldn’t stop her.
Not even if I wanted to.
Around her, I was fucking weak.
And that, right there, was when it hit me.
Inappropriate and totally the wrong time but…
If Evangeline had done this, I’d have been able to stop her.
I hadn’t been weak around her.
I had never been weak around her.
Much like I wasn’t around Rory.
There was never a moment where I would fail my sisters.
Plural.
Because that was what Evangeline was to me, and we Valentinis loved hard and fought until the bitter end for our family.
As that revelation ricocheted around my gray matter, as Conor O’Donnelly’s wisdom hit home at the worst possible moment, Kitty was entirely unaware that she’d rattled my world view.
Because she took my silence as a ‘yes’ when it was a ‘holy fuck’ and dropped to her knees.
The sight kickstarted my brain and had my faltering erection correcting itself. Double-time. I cupped her elbows and hauled her up.
Her expression crumpled with a mixture of frustration and desperation, but they soon disappeared when I used my hold on her to swing her around and walked her over to the bed.
“Kneel on the mattress.” I watched her pupils dilate. “Don’t hurt your knees for me, duci.”
As I released her, she licked her lips. Coyly. And settled where I’d put her.
Before I could take my next breath, she dragged my cock between the tines of my zipper and her lips were on me.
Any distance separating us disintegrated and the game was goddamn on.
I released a hiss at how fucking good it was to experience her lips around me. My woman had an angel’s mouth—
Well, until she nibbled the tip.
“Fuck,” I garbled, not averse to that when she was in charge of my dick.
Like I’d craved earlier, I fisted my hands in her hair, tugging slightly so she felt the warning not to go too goddamn far while I stared into eyes I wanted to drown in.
The eyes of a woman I’d go to fucking war for.
“Look at that dirty little mouth, Kitty.” I circled where she strained, feeling how wide she had to open up to take me. “You like that fat cock between your lips?”
When she hummed, it traveled all the way down to my goddamn balls.
She looked so fucking gorgeous with my dick in her mouth. So pretty and flushed that it made me resent being shit at art. I’d draw her eyes like this. So eager and hopeful.
Porca troia.
“I think you love it in your pretty mouth. Go on, baby girl. Take more.” I leaned into her, being careful not to choke her because I got the feeling she’d bite me for real if I pissed her off, but that had me wondering if I was going to cum the second she did more than lick me like a popsicle.
The prospect of her biting me just made my dick throb even harder.
As I pushed a couple more inches into her mouth, she stopped laving the pulsing vein at the back, which in turn made me realize how fucking wet she’d gotten me. So when she sucked and bobbed her head, lightning went off behind my eyes.
“Jesus fuck.” I pumped my hips because it was too good not to. “You take me so well, bedda mia. Holy hell.”
Her humming drove me insane. She used it as an answer to my words and also a sign of her enjoyment.
I knew some women liked giving head, but Kitty really fucking did. I could tell. She got off on it in a way that made this ten times hotter.
She slurped and she sucked. The noises she made had my heart pounding because, sweet fuck, I needed that to be the soundtrack to my existence.
Her moans and whimpers and mewls were next on the playlist as she reveled in her power over me.
“You gonna take another inch, baby?” I rumbled, desperate to sink into her throat.
Her hands shifted from her knees to my ass. When manicured nails dug in to my glutes, I grinned then hissed as I gave her what she begged me for.
I edged in. A part of me wanted her gagging on my cock, and another part wanted to cherish. To protect.
But she was so fucking filthy that she gave me no choice—she swallowed, taking me in like her throat had been made for my dick.
“Your fucking mouth.” I moaned. “How is it possible you feel so goddamn good?”
My eyes closed because I couldn’t take the extra stimuli. If I wasn’t careful, this’d become the shortest round of oral since my first blow job.
The last thing I wanted was her thinking I was some kind of one-pump chump.
But then, she began doing this twisting thing with her tongue while she bobbed back and forth and it became sloppier—I could feel saliva gathering at the base of my shaft—and English escaped me.
“Chista è da me, àncilu mia.”
And the Sicilian continued pouring free.
She whimpered and her nails dug into my ass more and I got the message—pump my hips faster.
As I fucked her face, literal stars exploded behind my eyes as I came.
The fire in me was white-hot as I fed her my seed, and then, and only then, did I revert to English when I opened my eyes.
“Swallow it, baby girl.”
Hand cupping her chin, thumb swiping over her straining jaw, I accepted how dazed and exhilarated and over-goddamn-stimulated I felt. I wanted nothing more than to tuck her back into bed and curl up right behind her. After I reciprocated and she was as love-drunk as I was.
Her throat bobbed in response.
“I’ll reward the fuck out of you. Yeah, I will. Go on, take every goddamn drop,” I urged.
Her eyes were slightly pink and wet from tears, but her tongue was quick to swipe when cum gathered at the corners of her mouth.
I didn’t move as my dick gradually softened between her lips.
I remained there, my thumb still rubbing her jaw, looming over her.
She didn’t complain.
Just sat there like a good girl, warming my cock.
“Feels too perfect in there,” I said hoarsely, moaning as I rocked my hips a final time. “Don’t wanna leave. You want to keep a hold on me?”
Nodding, Kitty smiled.
“àncilu,” I breathed. “Could stand here all day like this. No fucking noise outside. None in my brain. Only silence. Me. You.” I shuddered when she didn’t pull away, didn’t take my words as a threat.
She just knelt there, eyes still watery, mouth full of me even though I’d softened, no strain in her expression—just peace.
Which made the prospect of abandoning that perfect haven of a mouth worse.
Once I wiped her tears away, I rubbed the other side of her jaw, fingers flexing here and there, wanting to ease any strain, needing to touch her. To feel her. To connect with her.
I had no idea why this was happening to me, why she was happening to me when I was the last person on this planet who deserved salvation, but fuck if it didn’t stare straight back at me.
When someone knocked on the door, both of us jumped.
I knew my reaction times were still slow and that’d have to change. Immediately. I had someone to protect now. Someone to cherish. Someone to kill for. Fuck, someone to live for.
I growled beneath my breath, furious at the disruption, at the prospect of having to part.
“Kitty?” Neev shouted. “It’s time for breakfast. I wanna see if they have mimosas.”
“Maybe she went down without us?” Raisin queried, loud enough to be heard. “And this isn’t an all-inclusive hotel, Neev. Jesus Christ.”
“She better not have eaten all the fucking watermelon if she did go down first,” Neev hissed. “Come on. I bet you she has. Why does she have to like the same fruit I do?”
“She’s the eldest. That means you like the fruit she liked first.”
“Bitch, you want to start a fruit war then bring it on.”
“Anyway, don’t lie about the mimosas or the watermelon.” Raisin started smacking her lips and making kissy noises. “You want to see Miguel.”
“In this outfit? Damn straight I do. That Eva might look like she shits knives, but she has banging fashion sense.”
“Is it his dick or his wardrobe you want?”
“Shut up,” Neev whined, but their words drifted off as they did. Thankfully.
I ran the backs of my fingers over her cheeks, where two thin tracks of tears had begun flowing. “You ready for me to pull out, baby girl?”
When she shook her head, I was pretty sure my knees wanted to cave in—she needed this connection as much as I did.
She doubled down by digging her nails into my butt again.
“How’s that little pussy, Kitty? Wet and warm for me?”
Her mouth tightened as she swallowed around me.
It was my turn to hum. “We’re going to Las Vegas and you’ll have a good time with your sisters. But when you’re back at the hotel, you’re mine.” Her lashes fluttered in acquiescence. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard that you won’t know what day it is, never mind the month.
“I’m going to fuck you and get you off so good, baby girl, that whenever that little snatch needs dick, you’ll come straight to me because you’ll associate me with orgasms.
“Whenever you think of me, you’ll think of climaxing. Then, whenever you mutter my name, in amusement or annoyance, that tight pussy of yours will get wet for me.”
She groaned, claws still biting into my ass but less insistent, more like she was clutching me.
I didn’t give a fuck that the world burned outside these doors. All that mattered was us.
“Someone likes the idea of that.” My tone darkened as I shifted my hands until I was cupping her throat.
My thumb burrowed into her pulse point, enjoying its flutter.
“You’re not allowed to fuck anyone else, gattaredda.
And I won’t be fucking anyone either. No one but you.
Just that little cunt of yours that I can’t wait to see or this mouth that wants to bring me to my fucking knees. Agreed?”
Her head bobbed, taking my dick for a ride that had it stiffening, but now wasn’t the time.
I had her locked in.
That was what mattered here.
No fucker else would ever step anywhere near my angel.
If they did, then they were suicidal.
And I had no problem being the genie who gave them exactly what they wished for.