59. Basilio
Basilio
I woke up with Wynter’s curls in my face, her scent all over me and her face pressed against my chest.
She looked so peaceful, her breathing even and her palm resting over my chest. I didn’t want to move and wake her up.
I started to suspect the black shadows under her eyes were the result of her nightmares. If only she’d trust me enough to tell me what they were about. It had to be bad if she willingly came to my bed.
From the moment I met Wynter, I’d wanted to protect her. The last nine months hadn’t diminished that urge. If anything, the need grew fiercer. Yet something happened and I’d bet all the money in the world, my father had something to do with it.
I kissed the top of her head, my chest hurting with all these fucking emotions. She was the only one that held the power to my destruction and didn’t even know it.
And fuck, when she took me in her mouth, her pink lips closing around my shaft, I almost lost it. I could have exploded right then. That was how much she impacted me. Her soft expression locked on me and her noises as I fucked her mouth were what erotic dreams were made of.
I ran my fingers through her silky hair, her breaths fanning my heated skin. My one hand was still wrapped around her arm and I couldn’t stop running my thumb over her soft skin.
Another three days and she’d be my wife. I almost wanted to drag her to the Justice of the Peace and be done with it, but I promised Brennan it’d be done properly.
We’d fly back to New York today, but I didn’t want to go back to my old place. Until I Iearned exactly what my father had done, I wouldn’t risk having her anywhere close to that bastard. So I’d take her to the new penthouse I bought and not a single soul knew about. Nobody had access to it but me.
She stirred in my arms and her eyes fluttered open. Our gazes connected and her lips curved into a smile.
“Hey,” she murmured sleepily.
For a fraction of a moment, she reminded me of that girl from nine months ago. Her eyes fluttered shut again and a contented sigh left her lips.
“Morning, principessa.”
Her eyes opened again and she jerked up into a sitting position. The air stilled, her gaze darting around the room. She blinked slowly, then wiped a hand over her eyes.
“I slept all night,” she murmured absentmindedly and confirmed my suspicion about her nightmares.
“You did,” I confirmed.
“Did I-” she hesitated before she continued, “Did I keep you awake?”
I shook my head. “I just woke up.”
Relief flashed across her face, but then she looked away. My throat tightened and my mouth filled with a bitter taste. It was like she couldn’t bear to look at me. Then she shifted away from me, combing her fingers through her hair and looking anywhere but at me.
Like she couldn’t stand the sight of me.
“We fly back to New York today,” I bit out harsher than I intended. She instantly paled. “I have a penthouse I just bought. Nobody else knows about it, so we’ll stay there until the wedding.”
“Nobody?” she asked quietly, nibbling on her lower lip nervously. “Not even your father?”
“Nobody,” I confirmed. “Not my father. Not even my sister and cousins.”
“What about the wedding?” she rasped. She pushed an unruly piece of hair out of her face, a small tremor in her hand. “Will your father be there?”
“No.”
What the fuck happened that day?
* * *
Half a day later, we were in New York, taking the elevator to the top floor of my new penthouse.
The elevator beeped and came to a stop to open to the space that was already decorated but fairly empty. On the way here, I ordered a delivery of groceries, clothes for Wynter and myself as well as an early dinner.
I motioned for Wynter to enter and she took hesitant steps into the large foyer.
“I’ve never stayed here, so there will be things missing,” I told her. “Let me know whatever you need and I’ll have it ordered.”
She peered at me from under her lashes. “If you get me a phone, I can order it myself.”
Truthfully, I had already ordered her a phone, AirPods, and an Apple Pro. Why didn’t I give it to her? Because I was worried she’d take off.
Fucking sue me. I never claimed to be a good guy.
She refused to open up, which left me suspicious of her real intentions.
Her eyes roamed the room and she stepped up to the large French windows. Emory had gotten her a pink sweater dress that came down to her knees and white Ugg boots. It made her look like a true winter princess.
And unfortunately, the girl made me rock-hard. All the goddamn time.
She took two steps to the left and opened the door, then headed out on the large rooftop terrace. I followed and watched as she leaned over to check the steep way down.
“No climbing down from here,” I said as I leaned beside her.
She actually smiled. “Not unless I get a helicopter,” she retorted back. Before I could say anything else, she added softly, “Bas, I said I’ll stay.”
Except, she said that the last time and then she left.
* * *
Everywhere I turned, she was there. Her scent. Her eyes. Her body, just waiting for me to claim it. I took my jacket and vest off, then the holster and followed by placing my gun in the nightstand.
I was surprised she hadn’t asked to sleep in the guest room. The answer would have been no, but I still expected her to ask it.
Maybe she wanted me after all. At least in the fucking bed.
Goddamn it, it should be enough. Any other man would be elated to be wanted by a woman like her.
Except, I wanted everything. Her body, heart, and soul. Fuck, I wanted to be part of her every heartbeat. Her every thought. I wanted to be her whole world. Just like she was my whole world.
The bathroom door opened and she came out wearing the tiniest pink boyshorts and a black top. Jesus, she was trying to kill me.
“Which side of the bed do you want?” she asked, motioning at the bed.
“Closest to the door,” I said, my control hovering on the edge.
She sauntered to the other side of the bed and bent over, giving me a full view of her glorious ass.
Temptation had a name. It was Wynter Star. She was mine. She’d always be mine.
I had no idea what in the fuck she was looking for, but I wished she’d stop bending her ass and giving me all kinds of ideas that would take us all night to execute.
“Are you going to keep staring at my ass?” she asked, straightening up, then turning around to meet my eyes.
Her green eyes turned a darker shade and her parted lips begged to be kissed. Or fucked. I couldn’t quite decide. Then I scented her arousal and it was game over for me.
One second, I was on the opposite side of the bed; the other I had her pressed against the wall. My body slammed into her, pushing her back against the wall. I shoved my hips into her and a soft gasp slipped through her lips.
Without warning, I hooked my fingers into her waistband and pulled them down her legs, lowering myself down on my knees at the same time.
Snaking my hand between her thighs, I found her soaked and a satisfied growl vibrated through my chest. I wanted to pound my chest. My woman was soaking wet.
For me.
My hand cupped her pussy and I hummed with satisfaction when her back arched, pushing further into my hand.
“You crave this,” I groaned. “Just like me.”
“Don’t be so satisfied,” she murmured, her voice husky and her eyes half-lidded. “It’s just a normal r-reaction.”
Without warning I slapped her pussy, lightly.
A moan vibrated between us and as if she realized too late what happened, her eyes snapped open. Though she didn’t push me away. Either she was too stunned. Or too excited.
Before she’d have time to ponder on it, I brushed my fingers against her core. I watched her pink pussy like a man dying of thirst. I inched my face closer to it and inhaled her scent deep into my lungs.
Her back arched off the wall and her eyes fluttered shut. I watched bliss cross her expression. I had been dreaming about having her for so goddamn long. I wanted her begging for my cock, but the damn woman had a strong will.
She had changed. The young woman with open smiles and reactions hid from me now. But it was right there and then that I decided, I’d hunt every man down who had the pleasure of seeing her unravel since she walked away from me. And I’d kill them.
I’d be the only man on this earth who has seen her fall apart when she reached her peak.
I slid my fingers inside her wet folds and this time, a soft moan escaped her. Her insides greedily clenched around them and I thought I’d fucking come just from that.
“Tell me you want this,” I rasped against her pussy, my eyes glued to her face. I watched her lower lip caught between her teeth. I regretted not hearing her moans.
“C-can we just stop talking?”
I rose to my full length, ready to pull my fingers out of her folds when her hand flew to my wrist.
“P-please, Bas.” Since I slammed back into her life, I fucking thrived each time she called me by the nickname she gave me. The wanton need in her eyes eased my anger, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted all that she promised me before she left me.
Her light green eyes watched me through lust-filled half-closed lids and I knew, no matter what, I’d do anything for her when she looked at me that way.
Pushing my fingers back inside her clenching pussy, her mouth parted and I slammed my mouth against hers. She bit into my lip, the sting shot through me, but when her tongue licked over it, my fucking chest exploded.
This woman was rougher, more demanding than the woman that walked away from me nine months ago. And I fucking loved it.
Our mouths clashing, our tongues dancing together, my fingers slid in and out of her. In and out. My cock throbbed painfully against my pants but right now, I wanted to see her unravel. For me.
“Bas,” she moaned into my mouth, her hips bucking. She was close. With this woman, my blood burned hotter and the word mine seared into my chest.
Wynter Star DiLustro. Soon!