CHAPTER FOUR #2
Logically, she should be. But I’m guessing she must feel this inexplicable pull I’m feeling. This need raging inside me, hot and unrelenting. Hopefully we can get it out of our systems tonight.
“We’ll get it to go,” I say, turning to the person taking her order.
“Actually, I’ll eat it here,” Liliana states.
I turn to her with a raised eyebrow.
“The smell,” she explains. “I don’t want it to mess up the inside of your car.”
“I’ll live,” I say dryly.
“No, I’m starving and I want to eat it here. You can wait till I’m done right? I’ll be quick, I promise.”
I run a hand over my jaw, unsure if I should be feeling amused or annoyed.
“You’re getting off on asking me to wait for you, aren’t you?”
“No,” she laughs. “I’m just trying to see if you’ll actually do it.”
I sigh softly. She’s lucky I’m in a good mood tonight. Plus, I really, really want her in my bed. Grabbing my wallet out of my back pocket, I pick out my card to pay.
“You don’t have to do that,” she starts to say but a harsh glare shuts her up.
We head over to a booth beside the tall windows. I take a seat on one end and she slides into the other. Three minutes later, a server places her food in front of her. She beams like I usually do when someone hands me a present and I open it to find guns and new custom made weapons.
I expect her to reach for the burger immediately but she hesitates, eyes flicking towards me.
“Feeling self-conscious?” I question.
“No. I just feel weird eating alone. Are you sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m fine.”
“You could have some fries,” she pushes.
“I’m good, Liliana.”
“Please.”
A low growl is ripped from my throat and in the next breath I’m reaching for the packet containing the fries on the tray and pulling one out. I bite into it with a frown that dissolves when I realize it’s actually pretty good.
Liliana smiles as I eat the fry and once she’s satisfied, she grabs the burger bringing it to her lips.
I watch transfixed as she takes a bite, her eyes fluttering shut in the process and a low moan escaping.
The sound is more erotic than it has any business being and it travels straight to my cock, hardening it.
I shift in my seat, trying to dispel the heat traveling through me.
Having nothing else to do, I reach for another fry, still watching as she demolishes her burger.
I hand her the large cup of milkshake when she reaches for it and she nods in gratitude, taking a healthy sip.
“Are you sure you don’t want your own burger?” she asks, almond shaped eyes burning into mine.
My gaze flicks to her lips and I notice a trail of ketchup on the edge.
With a smirk, I lean forward. Her eyes track my every move as I stretch my fingers towards her lip, swiping away the smudge with my thumb. I don’t move it away immediately, pausing as I stare intently at the mouth I’ve been wanting to claim since I met her.
Liliana’s not breathing. Her eyes are dark and filled with fear or want, I can’t exactly tell.
Eventually I lean back, taking my thumb with me. She gasps when I suck it into my mouth, wiping away the ketchup, tasting a bit of her in the process. I grit my teeth, fighting off the desire to do something stupid like grab her and take all that I require.
“I think I’m good,” I say after a beat. “Finish your food, Liliana.”
Neither of us says much of anything after that. She eats her food quietly, while I watch videos on my phone, waiting.
I’m pretty sure I’ve done more waiting in my life tonight than I’ve done my entire life.
After she’s done eating, I lead her to my car again. After my little stunt, anticipation and desire hangs in the space between us. The drive home takes fifteen minutes. When we arrive, she is immediately distracted, the tension dissipating slightly as she marvels at the structure of my home.
“This is crazy. How rich are you?” she mutters, looking up at the mansion.
“Very,” I state.
She follows me up the stairs and into the house.
“I really, really hate you right now. This place is insane. Do you live here alone? How many rooms are there in this house?” she continues to ramble in appreciation, taking it all in while following me. “Wait, is there a sex dungeon concealed somewhere?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly, still walking towards the stairs. “How’d you guess that?”
She falls to a stop, her eyes widening, “I was joking. God, you have an actual sex dungeon?”
My expression is blank, but she must read the truth on my face well enough.
“Damn. So, is it like a Fifty Shades of Grey type of sex dungeon? Or the types of torture sex dungeons used in Pay Per View porn?”
I smile, “Would you like to find out?”
“No,” she says quickly, her eyes betraying her nerves.
“Relax, Liliana. I won’t be taking you there.”
That room is only used when I have a particularly sadistic sexual appetite. Usually when I’m riled up or angry. I never hurt the women I take there and everything done is consensual and enjoyable, but I have no doubt it would scare Liliana.
I’m going to fuck her tonight, yes. But a part of me isn’t keen on showing her the worst parts of me.
“Come on,” I prod, when she still doesn’t move. “What are you waiting for? A tour?”
“Wouldn’t hurt,” she shrugs.
I grin, “We’ll start with the bedroom.”
She rolls her eyes but comes along as I head over to one of the guest bedrooms on the second floor. The doorknob turns to reveal a lit room and a king sized bed in the middle of it all. Apart from the bed, it’s pretty plain. Untouched. Unused.
Liliana looks around with a blank expression.
When I shut the door, she jumps, tension wafting off her.
I guess now that we’re alone in such a concealed space, she’s finally remembered who she’s dealing with.
Or she has no idea who she’s dealing with and that’s the main problem.
I hadn’t seen any recognition in her eyes when I’d mentioned my name.
It happens sometimes. My family is pretty popular but not everyone is attuned to the criminal underworld.
I wonder if she’d be here. If she knew.
The answer to that is probably a big, fat no. So I resolve to take every advantage I can get from that.
“Nervous again?” I question, moving to stand in front of her.
“I can’t figure you out,” she replies softly, looking up at me.
Reaching for a strand of hair on the side of her face, I gently push it aside. It might be time to take out the big guns. No more tiptoeing around the edges. I need to make it clear why she’s here.
“I’m a pretty open book, little siren. Right now, all I need is to make you wet and horny enough that you’re begging for my cock. And then I’m going to slide it into you achingly slow before inevitably losing all composure and fucking you hard enough that you’ll feel me days later.”
She gulps, but there’s some defiance in her eyes. The sight warms my blood.
“Is that a promise?”
I chuckle darkly, A thrill shooting through me at her words.
Reluctantly, I stay still, every inch of me wanting to reach for her and devour her. To finally figure out exactly how those full perfect lips taste. They taunt me with her every breath. I want to ruin them, bite down on them and suck until all she feels is that painful pleasure.
But I also want her comfortable enough to make the first move.
The room is silent, the only thing I can hear is our breaths mingling together.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks, eyes hazy with desire.
“I’m waiting for you.”
“To do what?”
“Start with a kiss, little siren,” I grunt.
“Are you usually this passive, or am I special?”
“I’m trying not to freak you out. We’re going at your own pace.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and the lust within me threatens to boil over.
“No, I want you to take charge. Do whatever you’d like Rafaelle.”
The laugh that escapes me is rough, “You have a habit of using words that put you in trouble, little siren.”
“I’m not afraid of a little challenge,” she whispers, and it’s that soft exhale and those eyes.
I yank her even closer before leaning down to fuse our lips together.
The second my lips meet hers, I know without a doubt that this woman will ruin me. I feel it within me, intimately, instinctively.
And in that moment, I make a decision to prevent it at all costs.
Whatever pull this is towards her ends after tonight. I’ll sink my teeth into her and leave marks that’ll fade after a few days.
And when they do, this encounter, this association will be nothing but dust in our memories.
I refuse to cede any of my power or control.