Chapter 5 #2
This time as I pounded into her, every moan was severe, becoming wild cries of determined hunger. For whatever reason as she did her best to match my ruthless strokes, additional intrigue filtered into my mind. There was a tough spirit that sparked behind her wounded eyes.
She was just one night. Just a plaything, but for whatever reason, I felt possessive of her.
Enough so I found myself with my fingers wrapped around her throat becoming a man obsessed. My beautiful Aphrodite didn’t fight me, her eyes still burning like bright stars as I fucked her long and hard.
She was losing a battle, her body betraying her as I’d experienced before. I’d never wanted a woman to experience ecstasy as I did with her.
With my face nuzzled in her hair, I whispered yet another command. “Come for me. Come on my cock. Now.”
Within three seconds, her body reacted to the unseemly command. Every muscle twitched much like my own. Yet I was holding back, controlling myself until the very end.
If that was possible.
The hunger and my possessive needs meshed together in some barbaric stance. I wanted her sore yet begging for more.
She slapped her hands on the windows several times, her body convulsing in my hold. With her pussy muscles clamping down, I pitched my head back, gritting my teeth as her whimpers of rapture echoed in my ears.
She had no idea what she’d done to me and we were just getting started. I refused to stop, pulling her off the floor as she pounded on the window. Was she now hoping others would see us? My naughty little girl. She did surprise me, more so than I’d believed possible.
I squeezed my fingers around her throat, cutting off a portion of her air supply and every muscle in her body spasmed even more. Fuck. This girl could take everything I was dishing out. I closed my eyes, adding my hand on top of one of hers.
She was the one who intertwined our fingers, even wrapping her legs around mine. Sweet Jesus, I could do this for hours.
Yet a break would be needed. I half laughed as my body betrayed me as well. There was no control left and within seconds, I erupted deep inside, filling her with my seed.
Every move of her hips kept my cock swelling. When she reached back, grabbing my leg, I closed my damn eyes. I’d never come this hard before in my life.
We both fell against the window seconds later, panting to try to catch our breath. I loosened my hold, adoring the way she fit so perfectly in my arms.
Maybe three minutes later, I eased her down, but not for long. When I picked her up in my arms, cradling her tightly against me, she seemed surprised. Maybe she’d expected I was a true dominant asshole, forcing her to crawl on her hands and knees. Why waste the time?
I took her into the suite’s bedroom, not bothering to turn on a light. A deal was a deal and keeping it was in her best interest.
When she was on the comforter, I leaned over, fanning her hair out. Her breathing was still labored as I rolled the tip of my index finger down the bridge of her nose.
“Stay right where you are. Do not move. If you do, you know what will happen. I’ll be right back.” A part of me wanted her to disobey. I flexed my fingers before fisting them seconds later. The ache lingered.
She peered up at me, panting while watching me. I backed away, taking careful steps, smiling when I left the room.
What a delicious find for the night. I snagged my coat off the floor, checking my phone to ensure there weren’t any emergencies.
When I noticed my Capo had called, I was more than annoyed.
Yeah, I knew he wouldn’t do so without there being a legitimate reason.
That didn’t mean interrupting a night of pleasure wasn’t a goddamn irritant.
While I grabbed the champagne bottle, I dialed the number. “This had better be good, Donatello.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time? A little tutu action?”
“You’re hilarious. Spill it.”
He chuckled. “Talking with the informants likely paid off. That possible situation I mentioned might involve the liquor warehouse.”
Another fuck me moment. I was beginning to wish I’d mentioned the possibility of an alliance break with Sinclair. He’d been pissed.
“An interesting choice. Is the action occurring right now?” For fuck’s sake.
The one night I decide to enjoy myself and business interrupted.
We had several warehouses spread across the city, some for items for the restaurant and club.
Others housing party favors and other profitable items brought in by cargo ship.
I was already intrigued how the perpetrator intended on breaching our security.
“In the morning.”
After refilling the glasses, I thought I heard movement and threw a look toward the bedroom door. She wasn’t eavesdropping. Good. I didn’t need to deal with disposing of someone so beautiful because she’d overheard something she shouldn’t have. “What’s the situation?”
Hiding my irritation was impossible. “Evidently there’s a significant number of questions regarding the security at the warehouse and the club.”
“You mean Indulgence?”
“Yeah. Drugs. Designer drugs. I did a little cross referencing. According to a buddy of mine who works at the police department, they’ve seen an increase in overdoses in the last two weeks.
They don’t know where it’s coming from but are cracking down on the ships coming in from South and Central America. ”
Well, fuck. We weren’t in the business of doling out drugs in clubs.
In fact, what little we handled of almost exclusively cocaine was done through repeat high-end clients who knew our rules.
They weren’t to provide or sell to minors.
I could hear the angst in my Capo’s voice.
“You’re thinking there’s a chance the drugs are coming in through the liquor deliveries.
” He was also still thinking Carmine Russo was behind it.
“Just a thought, boss man.”
“Don’t call me that.” I was certain I heard a noise. “Stay on the situation. Call me in the morning if your suspicions seem on the money. If so, take Zorro with you. But remember, I need proof, not accusations and nothing more.”
“You got it.”
Zorro. The first and only drug-sniffing dog of a crime syndicate.
Why the hell not use one to keep our enemies honest?
With the glasses in one hand, I shoved the phone into my jacket, placing the coat on the table.
As with my instincts, I checked for my weapon to ensure my evening’s guest hadn’t come with an alternative plan in mind.
Stranger things had happened.
As I approached, I stopped just outside the door, paying close attention. When I walked in, I was surprised at what I’d found.
My Aphrodite was on her knees on the bed, her head lowered as if playing the perfect submissive. Hearing my approach, she lifted her head.
And I’d be damned if she didn’t lick her lips all over again.
I might not be as young as I used to be, but when her gaze dropped to my cock, my dick twitched all over again. As I approached, she offered a salacious look. Obviously, she was much more comfortable than she’d been before.
As soon as I handed her a glass, I crawled onto the bed facing her.
She lifted the flute, studying the bubbles for a few seconds before giving me what I would call a conciliatory onceover.
“See something you like?”
I cupped her jaw, taking my own sweet time to rub my fingers across her soft skin. When she pulled her head away, still pretending she had any concept of control, I curled my fingers.
The little vixen was playing me. “Maybe. Maybe not.” With her playful side showing, she took a sip of champagne while using the nail on her pinky, raking the edge down my chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, enjoying every bit of her playful side.
She took her sweet time while I had the desire to rip off her mask. That was the kind of control that would end up being the most difficult. With every inch, her eyes trailed the action, her mouth and even her head twisting as she traced the contours of my chest muscles.
Her chest rose and fell, and looking at her moist lips, my lingering thoughts were all very sinful. Enough so my mother would tell me I needed confession.
When she reached my bellybutton, she darted her tongue out while rolling the tip around the imperfect circle.
My muscles were tense, my balls heavy and aching. I was already hard once again. Maybe she was the one who I should consider magical.
After a heavy sigh, she tilted her glass as she took a long sip.
Only she didn’t swallow. She held the liquid inside her mouth while placing the glass on the nightstand.
The moment both hands were free, she didn’t waste any time. Within two seconds, one hand was wrapped around my ball sac, the other around the base of my cock.
Everything about her screamed of sheer innocence. Her skin was creamy ivory, completely unblemished. She was pure in every way, too innocent for me, which was why I remained in some sense of shock when she lowered her head, wrapping her luscious lips around my cockhead.
I threw my head back while fisting a handful of her hair. She was no virgin to pleasing a man this way either, her tongue swirling back and forth in an almost perfect yet somewhat delicate dance while rolling my testicles through her other fingers.
After expelling a deep breath, I lowered my head to study her long fingers.
She appeared like an absolute angel, a shimmering halo from the stream of moonlight holding me hostage.
As she opened her mouth wider, taking my shaft down an inch at a time, she rested one hand across the savage darkness of only a few of my tattoos.
They’d been my solace, my medication during years of pain. They were also a direct connection to years of violence and bloodshed when I was much younger. My, how things had changed.
My perfect Aphrodite didn’t seem troubled in the least I was covered in ink. In fact, as I was with her, she was intrigued. I was the darkness to her light, a juxtaposition that I’d never expected.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Playing with fire.
Taunting me.
Testing me.
Only she had no idea that she wasn’t toying with a man of honor, but a man born of sin and power. A man who could easily eat her alive.
I should end this right now, pushing her aside, but what scruples I’d been born with were long since gone.
As were my morals.
So I allowed her to suck me while trying to figure out how I could entertain her being a small portion of my life.
Because that’s what I wanted.
All thoughts of anyone else touching her were too much to tolerate. I craved every inch of her and she’d been right to notice I always got what I wanted. Always.
Fuck my attempt at morality.
Fuck whatever my earlier good intentions had been.
Little did she know but would soon be forced to understand that she was mine.
All mine.
And God help anyone who dared touch my innocent little goddess.