Chapter Two
Nick
I drag my eyes over her curves, the luscious tits practically popping out of the top of her dress, the way the material hugs her hips and gives me a view of the long, toned legs that I can almost feel wrapped tight around my head when I tongue fuck her.
When being the key word.
“Ava Solitano. ”
There’s no question. It’s more of an acknowledgement than anything else.
And I don’t miss the look of panic that settles into her expression when I say her name.
We both know why I’m here.
We both know the rules of the game.
And we both know?—
“Yeah, um, look I’m really sorry but there’s been a mistake.” Her cheeks flush a deep red color. “I should have called earlier to save you the trip.”
I stare at her, big blue eyes shimmering with fear. She twists a strand of streaked blonde hair around her finger then tugs it as her gaze falls everywhere but on me.
I’m used to this type of reaction. Welcome it, actually.
Makes them so much more fun to play with.
See, all of these scorned women have delusions of getting revenge on their cheating bastard husbands and fiancés. And they think the best way to get it is to do him just as dirty as he did them.
So they call my private security firm and make arrangements to meet with me, a side business I created by word of mouth after arranging private security for a lonely and largely ignored wife. I fucked her senseless, which was exactly what she needed and wanted.
And I got something in return beyond money.
I got payback. Turns out her scumbag husband was a guy who’d screwed around with the wrong people. The wrong people being my family.
So after I threw her the best fuck of her life, I used it as a way to get access into his private office. Turns out, he’d stolen from us and arranged a deal to unload the goods to one of our rivals for a fuck ton cheaper than we’d paid for them .
I stopped the deal. Took back our goods. Use your imagination for the rest.
When all was said and done, I fucked his wife again for good measure before giving her all the accounts and passwords to his offshore accounts I found in his safe after I broke into it.
Well, almost all. I might’ve kept something for myself. Call it a grievance charge or whatever the fuck.
You don’t mess with the Corsano family and expect to get away with it.
When you work private security, you learn to be observant and become a really good listener. And it wasn’t long until I realized that I could help my family more under an alias than with the threat of my actual name hanging over our enemies.
I also wear a mask for any special “jobs” I take, just for added protection. And judging by the look of shock and fear on Ava’s face, she’s never been hunted and fucked by a masked man before.
But she’s gonna get comfortable with it real fast. I laid the groundwork for this tryst and I’m not leaving without getting what I came for.
I’d heard Solitano got himself a hot new wife but her past is pretty murky at best. She’s got no family to speak of so it fascinated me that he’d pick up with her in the first place, but hey. He’s a guy and thinks with his dick, so that kinda explains it.
I made sure the right people gave her my number when she got fed up with his bullshit. Poor kid. She actually believed his vows translated to forever.
And her loss is about to become my gain.
I just need access to the motherfucker’s safe. And after I’m finished with her, she’ll be passed out for the night, giving me full reign to do my real job .
“I don’t have a cancellation policy.” I move closer toward her, letting her fresh, clean scent fill my lungs. “No refunds.”
“I don’t care about the money.” She backs away from me like scared prey, slipping on the shiny tiles. “I just can’t go through with it. Okay? It was a mistake to call you.”
My cock gets hard just watching the conflict on her face. I see her looking at me, her pulse throbbing against her throat, the color rising in her neck. Her lips quiver, her knuckles cracking.
I allow my lips to lift into a smirk. “You’re afraid.”
Her chin lifts in defiance. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just decided not to let some thug of a security guard put his beefy paws on me to get revenge on my cheating husband. I’m a lady, not some whore who has something to prove.”
“You want me to leave?”
I close the space between us and bring a hand up the back of her spine stopping at the base of her skull. I massage the back of her neck and she practically melts in my hand like a fucking handful of M&Ms on a hot day.
“Y-yes,” she moans, her eyes floating closed, her lips parting.
I lean close, my lips grazing her ear. “Too bad, princess. That’s not how this works.”