14. Dante
fourteen
Dante
Just when I think she can't possibly taste any better, she does.
Her pussy is paradise, and every stroke of my tongue has her making all the right sounds. I thought I had done a great job creating them in my head during the late nights I spent alone in bed, but my imagination has failed me. I didn't come close.
I thought I knew her moans well enough, but the ones I'd heard before were restrained. In here, she's not holding back.
As soon as I'm releasing her to plunge my fingers inside her tight channel, she's gone.
I barely get two fingers inside before she's clamping down around me, giving off the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm. As much as I want to make her come, it's far too soon. We've barely even begun feeding my endless appetite.
I'm not leaving this couch until my cock is wrapped around these velvety walls. To do that, I need her to take three fingers. Let her body adjust and take each curl easily.
Margot lets out a cry when I pull back on her, denying the release. Bowing against the cushions as if she can erase the gap I put between my mouth and her pussy, she twitches and squirms when she collapses back down.
"Why—"
"Soon," I promise her, unable to stop myself from smiling against her inner thigh. "You'll understand why soon enough."
Pulling my two fingers away, I lap at her folds before reintroducing them. Spreading and curling them, I work to loosen them up.
While working on her, my hips grind against the cushion of the couch, seeking a little friction to ease up on my own arousal. It feels like I'm about to blow at this rate. It'll take more than our cleaning service to erase the damage this woman is doing to me.
Against my back pocket, I can feel my phone buzzing. Normally, I'd drop everything to answer it, but there's nothing normal about right now.
I'm a man experiencing pure bliss. I couldn't possibly let anything pull me away from Margot. Ignoring it, I nibble on a patch of skin already thoroughly marked.
She gasps as I work my third finger inside of her, stretching her to the brink.
"Look at that," I rumble, amused by how well she's taking me. "I don't think you'll have a problem taking my cock, will you?"
She's too lost in the curl of my fingers to answer me properly. Not that it matters; her body is answering for her with how her pussy is sucking my fingers back in when I thrust them. So fucking wet, just the sounds her pussy makes are going to haunt me for the rest of my days.
Call me a sadist, but I enjoy bringing her to the brink before slowing down, wanting to draw out her orgasm. How many times do I bring her so close, just to make her claw at my wrist as if it'll make me finish what I've started?
She doesn't realize it, but I'm going to give her the best orgasm of her life, setting the bar really fucking high.
No one will be able to compete if I have anything to do with it. Every time she feels the need to seek out pleasure, she'll come straight to me. Without a doubt, for Margot, I'd drop everything to give it to her.
I'm in the middle of lapping up her juices when there's a sudden string of knocks against my door.
"Ignore it," I order when she stiffens up. "Focus on me."
Whatever it is, it's not important enough to make me stop. I can't let anything get in my way. I need this.
Trying my damned hardest to focus on Margot, to go back to enjoying her squirming motion, to her whining and soft pleas, it's another thump that makes my patience snap.
Whoever the hell it is, they're determined, pounding their fist on the door in a never-ending wave of demanding bangs.
"God fucking damn it." Snarling the words, it's right at that moment Margot clenches against my fingers.
Grip tight, her body goes taut as she claws at the cushion. A cry leaves her lips as her orgasm finally comes crashing down.
It's the most beautiful sight a man can set his eyes on, but it's ruined by the interruption.
Pulling away from her, my hands form into fists, her juices clinging to my fingers as I move toward the front of my home like a bull seeing red.
Yanking the door open, my anger is peaking high enough to make me willing to kill whoever has decided to interrupt us.
The poor bastard is my sister's boyfriend, Killer. He gives me one look up and down, confusion in his gaze, before his eyes drift back behind me.
I shift in front of him, my knuckles white against the frame. "What do you want?"
He flinches, rarely seeing me in this state. "Uh... you weren't answering your phone."
"I was busy with something. What could be so important that you're knocking like the building is on fire?"
Killer throws a thumb behind him. "Warehouse is being raided. Thought you'd want to know." When the door frame creaks beneath my grip, he takes a step back. "I'll, uh, let you finish up, but they're currently surrounded. It's not looking great from what I've been told."
He's smart to start backtracking in the direction of the elevator. Right now, the hunger burning through my veins is turning into bloodlust.
"He's there," Killer adds, just in case I need an extra push.
"Keep Cassia away from it," I grit out before shoving my fingers through my hair. "I'll move out soon."
He nods, and I'm left staring at the door after closing it. Trying to shove down this anger before she can see it consuming me, it helps when Margot calls out to me.
She's sitting up now, cradling my cut to her bare chest. "Is everything alright?"
Heading back toward her, I don't answer her, not wanting to lie.
Instead, I capture her face and kiss her.
It doesn't ease the throb pressing against my boxers in the slightest. I'm being denied this beautiful woman, and now I'm going to have to try to cool down before I accidentally kill the wrong person.
So much for managing my anger. Guess that bit has been thrown out the window.
"Something's come up." I sigh against her mouth before pulling away. Finding her shirt on the floor, I pull it back onto her head. "I need to take care of a problem. I'm sorry."
Two words aren't enough to explain just how sorry I am. All because she doesn't deserve to be alone after reaching such bliss. If we weren't losing ourselves, I'd be cuddling her, or washing between her legs. Anything but abandoning her like I am.
She lifts her hands, cups my cheeks, and kisses me much more softly. "Be careful."
Fuck me. I want to take her with me. There's nothing I could want more. Even if it's toward danger, just having her there with me would help numb this ache in my chest.
Nodding my head, I pull away and adjust my jeans before fetching my shirt. "I will."
Unable to help myself, I press another kiss to her forehead while taking my cut from her.
The way she looks at me when I pull away, a softness a man like myself has never known, makes it feel like her very own fingers are clenching my heart. It soothes the pain a little more than before.
Before I accidentally let all my feelings spill then and there, I pull away. Knowing I won't ever leave if I keep looking back at her, I don't bother typing in the pin.
Even if I'm a fool for dropping my guard completely, I have a good feeling in my gut that she won't be going anywhere.
When I reach the warehouse, it's more chaotic than I expected.
The cruisers surrounding the entire building? Yeah, I figured they'd swarm us. What I don't expect is to see Trouble getting put in the back of one.
"Don't say a word!" Cash calls out to him, scowling, as one of the officers tries to move him aside. "Plead the fifth, and don't hit anyone else for God's sake!"
When he spots me approaching, he only looks slightly relieved.
"What the fuck happened?" Trying to understand, I get a clue when I see two men in uniform trying to carry out Hex's equipment.
"Well, Hex got arrested for 'destroying evidence' by frying her equipment, and when the cops put their hands on her, Trouble reacted...
poorly. They're going to charge him with assault, and God knows what else.
" He's already on his phone, most likely finding which of his lawyers can get here first. With his resources, I'm sure he'll find someone swiftly.
I already know Hex must've thrown her own rampage for having to rely on a last resort, but this is fine. We can work with this. Her equipment can be replaced, even if it costs us an arm and a leg.
"Anyone else fighting back?"
Cash shakes his head. "For the most part?
No. Casper's trying to keep the peace, as he does.
As long as they don't rough anyone else up, we should be fine.
No telling what'll happen if any of the other old ladies get touched.
Everyone's already on edge, but they're trying to keep their cool.
I don't think it's going to take much to set them off. "
Nodding my head, I excuse myself to keep moving.
There are a few officers standing in front of the warehouse, blocking the doors. Be it to keep my brothers inside, or to keep anyone else out, I grit my jaw when I catch their attention.
My face isn't unfamiliar to the crooked crew. Still, they have enough officers who flinch easily when they know danger is approaching.
"Move." There's no point in asking nicely, not when I don't have any patience left to give.
They look at each other, and I see the debate between them, as if there's a choice of refusal.
Curling my lip, I make the choice much easier for them by shoving them apart, making my own path. Whatever they have to say behind me goes in one ear and out the other as I put my focus on what is happening inside our clubhouse.
Spotting Tank with an officer attempting to question him, he looks annoyed, signing with his hands, only confusing the man and making him hesitate.
Next to him, one of Havoc's prospects lets out a laugh. "He's telling you to fuck off, man. Take a hint."
Tearing my eyes away, I see Casper chatting up the sheriff. Cash made me believe he's being friendly, but his smile is so tight, he's bearing his teeth.