Chapter 36 #2
Eyes locked with mine, he lifted two fingers to the cut, rolled them over the blood and before I could gauge his intention, he brought them to my mouth, shoving them between my lips.
Horrified, I shook my head, trying to dislodge them but he grasped my throat, his firm grip keeping me in place. “Suck, Ishika.” The way he said my name made my stomach clench and startled, I slid my tongue over his fingers, the metallic tang shocking my tastebuds.
Watching me, Remo’s expression remained blank, but something shifted in those eyes. A flash of darkness and hunger vanished as quickly as it appeared yet not swift enough to stop a weird contrast of unsolicited want in the pit of my stomach.
Bothered, by my body’s reaction to this obnoxious man, I jerked my head to the side and pushed at his hands, causing him to release me. “You’re disgusting,” I snapped, grappling for self-preservation.
“Disgusting would be me taking you right now on this dirty floor against your will.” One dark brow rose in a slow taunt. “But I’m looking at a beautiful woman whose tight cunt will drip all over my tongue the second I spread your legs and shove my filthy mouth between them.”
My jaw dropped open and stayed that way as I tried to come up with a response. But my imagination had other ideas, invoking a sinful vision he’d just planted in my head, followed by a rush of wetness between my thighs. I squeezed them, hating his effect on me, hating that I was turned on.
He tilted his head to one side, his smirk telling me he was aware of my thoughts. I clamped my mouth shut, knowing I’d make a fool of myself if I replied.
“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he mocked.
“There’s a whole freaking town of women you can have, who probably want you, why do you want me?” I gritted.
“I’m a man who always wants what he’s denied. It’s unfortunately a sick obsession I have,” he sounded bored, and I knew my time was up. “Now, what will it be? A scream of terror or a moan of pleasure?”
“Why are you such an asshole? Mommy issues perhaps?” I taunted when I should do well to stop poking the bear.
He bit his bottom lip and it pained me that I found the gesture strikingly beautiful until he opened his mouth again. “Why don’t you ask me what you really want to know?”
“What?”
He reached out to stroke my cheek and again I jerked back, hitting the wall at my rear, avoiding his touch. I could do nothing about the whimper though, it slipped out.
His dark laugh shot the hairs at my nape to attention. “You want to know how long, how hard and how deep I can fuck you, don’t you?”
Holy shit.
His crudeness knew no bounds. “I’m not a virgin,” I blurted, having heard mafia men preferred innocence.
The glint in eyes, however, refuted the idea. “I don’t need bloody sheets when I fuck my wife.”
“Wife?” I choked, heat shooting up my body.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, little fox.” He winked.
God, the nerve of this infuriating man. Irritation sparked every nerve in my body to life, more because the act of losing my virginity was unmemorable.
Without thinking, I raised a hand to slap him. Unfortunately, he caught my wrist easily, keeping it midair, his thumb slowly caressing my pulse point. Bolts of electricity shot down my arm, all the way to the apex between my thighs, a shudder following in its wake.
“Careful…” he trailed off as his gaze shifted, pausing on a scar on the inside of my forearm. He stared at it for a moment. And maybe I’d imagined it but there was a faint change to his expression, something I couldn’t quite grasp.
“How did you get this?” His gentle tone was somewhat unnerving.
“What’s it to you,” I retorted, trying to pull my hand away.
Although I struggled, he didn’t let go. His features shuttered; he slowly brushed the thumb of his other hand over the indentation. I gasped, freezing, unsure if I was shocked by the gentle action or that he was the first person to touch the scar.
If anyone asked about it, I just shrugged it off as a school incident. The circular shape, twice the size of a dollar, with swirling lines on the inside of it and two straight lines on the outside top and bottom, looked like it had been burned into my flesh.
The disturbing part, just like so many other things, I had no memory of how I’d gotten it.
“Where do they live?” Remo asked, his tone suggesting he cared.
“Who?”
“The people who hurt you?” He caressed the scar once more and again my entire body reacted to his touch. Goosebumps skittered across every inch of my skin.
Flustered, I scowled, meeting his stare dead on. Thick dark lashes, most girls would kill for, fluttered downward, shielding his eyes from me and when they lifted barely a moment later, I could’ve sworn there was a subtle transformation to those blue irises.
Had they softened somewhat?
I took advantage of that change. “I’m to be engaged soon, my uncle has already made the arrangements with the other family.” It wasn’t an outright lie. My uncle’s visit, explaining I had to marry someone to get back a brother I somehow forgot, left me out of sorts.
Remo’s brow was slow to rise and ashamedly, I was attracted to that deep dimple following the clench of his jaw.
He leaned closer, bringing the tip of his nose to mine and there was a distinct darkening to the color of his eyes.
The gentleness now replaced with a pure primal threat I’d only ever seen in a vicious animal set loose on unsuspecting prey.
“That ring on your finger might be his, your pussy, however, will be mine. Forever.” There was an unquestionable harshness to that last word.
Dumbstruck, I barked out a laugh, tugging on the hand he refused to let go. “Are you that—”
He placed a finger to my lips, cutting me off.
“When I call, you’ll come. If not, I’ll fuck you where I find you.
” My eyes widened. “Now, go sit your ass down and pretend you’re enjoying dinner.
Tell your date if he doesn’t want to end up like that fucker,” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, “he’ll keep his hands where I can see them. ”
He was gone before I could formulate a suitable reply, not like it would’ve made a difference.
My mafia monster was clearly in a league of morally gray men some women would give anything just to touch.
Admittedly, my body might fall into that category, my head, however, cautioned I should stay as far away from him as possible.
Sagging against the wall, I breathed in deeply to calm my racing heart. The sudden appearance of two suited men had me straightening. Wordlessly, they flanked Billy, grasped his arms and stood.
“Where are you taking him?” I asked, not sure if I should bother myself with Billy or Remo’s men.
The taller of the two raked a slow gaze over me, his expression blank before they turned and walked off. A second later, Sean came down the passage, his face twisted in concern, his gaze following the three men as he reached me.
“Are you all right.” He breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m fine. Sorry, I think the guy was drunk, so they walked him out.” God, did I just lie with a straight face. “Guess some people can’t handle their liquor.” My laugh was nervous as shit. Sean grinned and I used that moment to hide again. “Give me a minute, okay?”
“Sure.”
Inside the bathroom, I dabbed my cheeks and neck with cold water then took a moment to stare at my flushed reflection in the mirror. “When did my life become this complicated,” I snorted a laugh.
Barely three months ago, I was a budding neurologist with just one relationship.
My work. Today, I had a good-looking date I should be relishing.
A would-be stalker, who by the look of his blood loss might need a morgue.
A potential engagement forced on me simply through blackmail over a brother I didn’t know I had.
And then there was the arrogant criminal—a man I seriously shouldn’t want between my legs yet every time he opened his mouth, I wet my panties.
“When did my life become this complicated?” I repeated.
Blowing air out on a frustrated sigh, I patted my face with a paper towel then made my way back to the table.
A quick look over Sean’s shoulder as I retook my seat showed Remo was still there.
This time deep in discussion with two men, clearly badass from this angle yet not even close to the killer vibes emitting from my so-called admirer.
Remo’s gaze met mine briefly, his smirk delivering a clear message of possession I planned to ignore.
Sean pouring me a refill distracted my stare down with my dark monster. “I had a great time today, Ishika. I’m hopeful we can do this again, soon.”
“I don’t see why not.” I smiled accepting his gentlemanly behavior which should’ve engaged all my senses, only I couldn’t help sneaking a look every now and then at the black-suited man behind him.
Perhaps it was true that some women were drawn to the bad boy type and a probable death-wish brought on by defiance.
Because when Sean reached over to take my hand, bringing it to his lips in a light kiss, I filled my smile with every bit of thrill I could muster yet my eyes once again sought the monster’s reaction more.
One brow raised, he slowly tipped his glass at me, but it was his smile, chillingly possessive that clearly said, challenge accepted.
“Ready to go?” Sean asked, bringing my attention back to him.
“Sure.”
In the time Sean settled the bill, helped me into my coat and walked me to the door, I caught a glimpse of Remo shaking the two men’s hands before my vision was cut off.
Thankfully, his unexpected appearance hadn’t dampened the evening and ten minutes into the slow scenic drive back, I forgot all about him as Sean chatted.