Chapter 22 #2
“You have been trying so hard to take over the company and oust Santo.” She swallowed, her throat bobbing.
“I wanted to help so you didn’t have to ask for favors from your family or leave on any more trips.
I thought I could find something on him.
Anything that you could use against him. To get what you want.”
I ate up the rest of the distance between us, and as I did, a hiss sounded in my mind to signal the air leaving the balloon.
“What I want is not to receive a call from my brother that you put yourself in danger. That you didn’t think about yourself or this baby.
” I skimmed the back of my knuckles along her neck, deflated.
Her breaths came out shaky, and I pressed my thumb to her throat to feel her swallow tightly, pushing past the need she was feeling.
I wasn’t confident it matched mine, but it was certainly there.
The way I wanted to feel her arousal drip down my hand as she called out my name was indescribable.
“Just hear me out, okay?” she asked finally, forcing the words out.
Dipping my head, I ghosted her lips with mine. “This is it, Kiki.” The nickname that came so naturally to me for her landed heavily between us. “It ends here. I can’t…I won’t…feel like you’re not completely safe. Always.”
Her warm breath hit me with each word. “I have apologized for not telling you beforehand and getting caught, but I will not apologize for doing something I think was in your best interest. I will not apologize for trying to help you get what you deserve.”
Being candid, most days, it didn’t feel like I deserved much, and I still wasn’t entirely sure we could put the company in the category of what I deserved.
But I liked to think— “I deserve to have a woman I can watch walk down the aisle. That’s not going to happen if you keep putting yourself in harm’s way. ”
Running my hand down the length of her body, I paused at the hem of her dress before slinking myself down and getting down on my knees.
Her fingers brushed the hair at the back of my neck while her other hand locked around my shoulder. “If I feel like an opportunity presents itself to help my future husband, then I am going to take it.”
“You are so stubborn,” I replied, inhaling as I allowed her scent to fill my lungs, breathing a form of life into me I could get high on.
Blowing out a sardonic breath, she asked, “What are you waiting for?”
Pinching her clit through the barely-there fabric of her panties, I brushed past the litany of reasons this shouldn’t happen. “Is this something you want?” I teased, curling the corner of my lips upward into an amused grin.
Her forehead looked like it was sparkling, and my best guess was that it was from beads of sweat.
Control wasn’t something she seemed to have a grip on exercising.
I understood the feeling well. “You know it is.” Her tone hardened, slightly etched with a desperation I didn’t mind hearing flow from her.
Watching what little control she had lift from her, her eyes darkening as she let the tortured darkness that came from holding back the plea for more, I rubbed my palm up her inner thigh.
I used my other hand to push her panties away but didn’t allow the chill from the air to hit her for more than a mere second.
As soon as it did, I offered her the heat from my tongue, flattening it on her before moving into a very lazy caress.
“There’s something you should know about me,” I said between caresses.
She dug her nails into my scalp. “What?” she yelped, annoyed as the muscles in her legs were straining. “If it means you’re going to move faster, just spit it out.”
“I prided myself in taking great care of my toys.” My cocky grin was obvious in my voice, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Nor was there anything I wanted to do about it.
“Didn’t matter what it was. You could have very well put them back in the box they came from, and no one would have been the wiser that I had my fun with them.
” My abs bunched as I struggled to ignore my aching cock.
She was drenched, so it wouldn’t have been a feat to slip a finger inside—
“Marco!” she shouted as I entered her, keeping my thumb on her clit like it belonged there permanently.
Truth be told, if I had it my way, it would have stayed there. For a lifetime.
“In the spirit of being honest then, I should probably tell you—”
Cutting her off, I slid a second finger inside her, stretching her.
Her teeth yanked on her lip, and I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t going to taste metal in her mouth from any blood she drew. “I was careless with my toys,” she said, finishing her thought as she rolled her hips.
Why was I not in the least bit surprised by her statement? It fit the image I had of her in my head. Fit it perfectly actually.
Her clit was swollen beneath my thumb as I stroked her, gliding in and out before curling up and hitting her sensitive spot.
A sharp sound dominated the room as she began trembling.
“You going to be careless with me, Kiki?” I asked as she pulled on my hair, the pain only making me feel alive as she tried to make me go faster, chasing her orgasm.
Grinding against me, her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. “That nickname,” she breathed, her words coming out no louder than a whisper.
I picked up a rhythm, pushing in and pulling out.
Fast.
Then slow.
Then fast.
And always hard.
Making a soft gasp escape her each time.
“You like it?” I probed, knowing I personally loved the way the nickname rolled around on my tongue before settling in the air.
Her cheeks flushed.
She was bella.
She was Kiki.
She was mine.
Her arousal was soaking me, spreading down the side of my hand. “So much.” It was punctuated by the echo of her slickness clapping against the walls.
“How much?” I begged for her to repeat it, louder this time for everyone in the whole neighborhood to hear it.
Pressing against her clit, I was pushing her in more ways than one as I plunged my fingers deeper.
The only response I got was the only one I needed as she cried, her orgasm slamming into her, riding over her in waves. I slowly pumped my fingers in and out to drag it out as long as possible until I ceased altogether.
Brooklyn weakened, leaning onto me as she came down, and I took back my hand, bringing it to my mouth as I licked the side of it. Sweet and a bit tart.
I had a feeling she was going to break my heart, destroy me, and I was going to let her because she held a blank check with my signature on it.
But I would return the favor.
It was the right thing to do.