20. Chapter 20
Cruz
The door handle turned, the catch released, and the panel shifted.
A sliver of light poured through the gap, flooding my senses with the sultry scent of smoky roses mixed with cloves.
Did she have a clue what torture she was subjecting me to in that dress?
The dress that was way too short for me to be following her up a hill in, catching glimpses of her panties with every step.
The way I could watch her silky thighs brush together and part so perfectly as her hips swayed in front of me.
Teasing me with my alpha’s pheromones wrapped up in her intoxicating perfume.
Was this an invitation to take what I’d been imagining ever since that night in the club? She was driving me fucking crazy. The proximity was urging me to make stupid decisions. Decisions that were dangerous.
I pushed the door open, half-praying she’d be sprawled out naked and glistening on her bed. But she wasn’t. Instead, she was curled around herself on the couch. I closed the door softly behind me, not wanting to startle her.
This wasn’t what I was expecting, and I was at a loss.
What in the fuck was I supposed to do with this?
I was at war with my instincts. Go to her, hold her, fuck her, knot her.
It was all crashing against the wall I’d carefully crafted to hold myself back from her, but it wouldn’t keep her safe from me for much longer.
She peeked through her messy hair and patted the couch next to her.
Fuck.
Her wishes were clear. She wanted me closer. This was such a bad fucking idea. I locked the door behind me and quickly sent a text to Ollie, just in case.
Cruz: loop the camera feed in Rosa's room. Now.
I didn’t wait for a reply. He knew what I needed. No trace of us alone together.
Rafael finding me cozied up to his daughter a week before her wedding would be a problem, even if she did invite me. I waited, steadying my breath before heading over to the couch and sitting on the far corner. If she wanted more, she would come to me.
This was already a bad situation, but I wanted it anyway. I could fuck her, ruin her for her fiancé, make her want me, and leave her. No problem. It was a fitting solution. No one could blame me for that. Right?
After a few tense moments, she moved.
She crawled across the couch cushions toward me, and I held my breath, waiting to see what she’d do.
Her dress slid up her thighs as she squirmed.
It was already indecently short, flashing me glimpses of her black thong, not the red panties Lorenzo had gifted her, thank God.
Her silent rebellion had me stifling a grin again, but when she wiggled up against my chest, that fleeting smile evaporated.
Blood rushed from my brain to my dick as she nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and inhaled.
Her tits pressed tightly to me, and I shifted, trying to keep a decent distance, but that was the wrong move because she turned, resettling on my lap with her ass rubbing against my rapidly swelling cock.
“I don’t belong to him yet,” she whispered as her teeth nipped my earlobe.
I swallowed a groan. As nice as it sounded, fucking her was an extremely bad idea for so many reasons. But also, I could rationalize it being a really good idea for so many more.
Her words were clear enough, but where had this come from? More rebellion? What did she want from me? Was she still sad? Lonely? I inhaled, and her sweet perfume bloomed in my lungs.
Immediately, I understood.
She was turned on.
Her delicious scent couldn’t lie. Neither did the wet patch on her panties that she kept rubbing across my crotch.
Her lips brushed against my neck, and I swallowed thickly.
This chick was going to be the death of me.
If Rafael didn’t kill me, Nico would. And if they didn’t, Lorenzo would certainly try, not that he had the balls to pull it off.
It might still be worth it. Her pheromones tightened around me, digging in their sticky, sweet claws.
She swung her leg over my hips to straddle me with her luscious thighs. Her pretty blue eyes locked onto my lips, and that was it.
Fuck it.
I hooked my hands under her thighs and stood up.
Her arms curled around my neck, catching herself, and I carried her to the bed.
She leaned in, pressing a kiss to my bottom lip as I lowered her onto the blankets.
She clung to me as I teased her mouth open and delved into the hot, wet depths.
Lying flat on her back, she was free to explore.
She fumbled with my belt, and I brushed her hands aside, placing them purposefully on the mattress above her head.
I held her there, staring down at her body, watching her breasts rise and fall with every inhalation, and the way her skin flushed the perfect rosy pink.
I waited as long as I could, waited for her to say no, to crawl away, anything. All she did was arch her back, trying to get closer to me.
I unfastened my pants while her gaze followed the path of my fingers.
My length emerged, already hard as fucking stone and weeping for her wet cunt.
In the soft light of her room, slick glistened on her thighs, having saturated her panties and seeped onto her skin.
The urge to taste her was strong, but my cock was having none of that.
Her eyes widened with a spark of fear, but she made no move to stop me as I wrenched the tiny scrap of silk to the side with my free hand and shoved myself into her dripping pussy.
She gasped, her eyes going even wider at the intrusion.
I was thicker than Nico, and I hadn’t warmed her up, but her body stretched to accommodate me like she was made for it.
I thrust, and her tits bounced inside the confines of the tight black dress…
A rush of anger flickered to life in the back of my mind.
As I tugged the fabric down, her breasts spilled out.
The anger dimmed as I sucked one of those blushing peaks into my mouth.
I shoved my cock into her again and sucked harder.
Her breathing picked up, and little needy moans slipped from her lips in time with my vicious thrusts.
My teeth skimmed over her nipple, nipping and licking at it until she was sobbing, and then I switched to the other.
Her whimpers turned to breathy approval as I scattered love bites across her chest. My balls tightened, and I groaned before letting her wrists go.
She clutched the back of my head as soon as she was free and pulled my mouth to hers.
I kissed her as she bit my lips, and I pistoned my rapidly swelling knot in and out of her quivering pussy.
She begged for more, but even if she hadn’t, more was coming.
I grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her gasping breaths.
“You have to be quiet, little hellcat. No one can know.” I loosened my hold on her neck, and she sucked in air, giving me a quick nod.
I sat up, arranging her legs over my shoulders and pushed my cock deeper into her trembling body. The only thing keeping her from screaming was my hand tightening around her throat, controlling her every move.
My knot thickened, and my balls ached for release.
Just a little more and I’d have her coming all over me.
Sweat slid down my spine as I stared into those half-lidded blue eyes, begging me for her next breath.
I looked to where we were joined as I shoved my raging, fully formed knot deep.
She took it all into her grasping pussy.
A torrent of heat slammed into me as I unloaded into her clenching cunt, drowning my entire length with her whimpered release.
My cock twitched, and she squirmed as I let up the pressure on her throat, and she gulped air into her lungs.
Her lips turned up in a sleepy, sated grin.
The only thing that would have made it better was feeling her hot, sweaty skin on mine, but otherwise, this was perfect.
She was perfect, just as I had imagined she would be.
I grabbed her around the waist and rolled us so she was lying on my chest with her thighs draped on either side of my hips.
She was locked on my knot, but didn’t seem to mind.
She may have had the same idea I did because her fingers unraveled my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, so her bare tits could rest upon my sweaty tattooed skin.
Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, she whispered, “Will you purr for me?”
Would I fucking pur for her? I loosened the hold I had on my instincts, and a low rumble rolled from my throat.
Her pussy clenched around my knot so hard I thought I might blow again.
She was so full already her tummy bulged against mine.
It was the most satisfying feeling, lying with your omega bursting with your seed.
I could almost get used to this. But it wasn’t meant to be.
She was a means to an end, even if that was difficult to remember as she fell asleep filled with cock, cum, and listening to my purr.
I was covered in her slick and sweat, and I didn’t want to wash it off. No one would check on us for a while, so I let her sleep and imagined what this could be if I wasn’t Nico’s attack dog, and she wasn’t her father’s daughter.