“It’s more than that though. She’s my ex’s little sister. I used to fantasize about doing her when she was older.” My eyes pop wide, and Ben smirks again. “Don’t pretend you weren’t doing some fantasizing of your own, Firefly.” He waggles his brows. “You drooled every time I came by the house, and I know you spied on Saskia and me.” Gripping my chin, he tilts my face up so I’ve no choice but to look at him. “Did you imagine it was you I was kissing? Did you lie in bed at night dreaming about me? Fingering your virgin pussy imagining it was my fingers inside you?”
A few chuckles ring out, and my cheeks inflame. I feel like I’m thirteen again, only this time it’s Ben I want to murder.
A knowing laugh bursts from his mouth. “Grab my jacket,” he tells his…friend? Colleague? Fellow deviant? I don’t know who he is or how he knows Ben or even who Ben is anymore.
The man walks off, grinning as he grabs a tailored black suit jacket, returning with it in his hands.
“Open the inside pocket, retrieve my wallet, and remove the folded piece of paper,” Ben instructs, and the man obliges. “Open it up.”
A strangled sound leaves my mouth as the picture is revealed.
“You kept it,” I whisper, fighting emotion. He kept the picture of the firefly I drew for him. It has my name and the date on the bottom right-hand corner.
“Aw, she must really love you,” Ben’s friend says, chuckling.
Saverio cracks his knuckles, looking ready to beat the crap out of both men.
“I know you had plans,” Ben says, staring Saverio straight in the eye. “But she’s not yours for the taking. I put dibs on her years ago, and I’ve waited for this night for a long time.” He grabs my hip in a firm hold that hurts, fixing Saverio with a challenging look.
“You’d deny me?” Saverio drills a dark glare at Ben.
“You’d deny me?” Ben coolly retorts. “That wouldn’t be a good start to our new working relationship.”
The man beside Ben looks over his shoulder, and three of the men with guns move across the room, flanking our backs. Behind Saverio, a line of men forms, and the atmosphere shifts, tension palpable. Blood pounds in my head, alarm bells ring in my ears, and I’m afraid to even breathe.
“I don’t take well to being insulted in my own domain,” Saverio says, looking like he’s ready to rip into Ben.
I want to say something, but I don’t know what, and getting in between these two wouldn’t be smart. I don’t understand what’s going on. I don’t know who Ben is anymore. But I suspect he’s trying to get me out of this, so I owe him my silence and my support. Very carefully, with no obvious visible movement, I place my hand on the small of his back. He stiffens, but it’s subtle, and I doubt anyone noticed except for the guy with the muscles who is staring curiously at me.
Ben clears his throat. “I mean no disrespect, and perhaps we can come to an arrangement in relation to the girl.”
“What arrangement?” Saverio grits out as I cast a quick glance at the seated area. The girls are all sitting dutifully on the couches, all still naked, looking bored as they stare anywhere but here. I wonder if they are drugged or just so immune to this world they don’t pay attention anymore. At some point, someone lowered the music, and it’s only soft background noise now.
“Let me have her, and I’ll owe you a personal favor.”
Ben’s friend jerks his head up, looking alarmed for a split second, before schooling his features into a neutral line.
“It can be anything, and you can call it in at any time.” Ben levels Saverio with a look I can’t decipher.
Saverio stares at him for an indeterminable period of time before looking at the tall man with the salt-and-pepper hair. They share a silent exchange before Saverio swings his gaze back around to Ben. “Agreed.”
I almost sag in relief, but I’m not out of the woods yet.
“But the girl stays and parties here with you.” All the blood drains from my face when Saverio fixes me with a smug expression. “And you take responsibility for her and her friends. If any of this comes back at me, I will hold you personally responsible. There will be consequences to be paid.”
“It won’t come back at you. I give you my word. And I’ll agree to your demands if you agree she’s mine and mine alone.” He levels a dark look at the beast. “No one else is allowed to touch her.”
“Let me watch you fuck her and it’s a deal.”
What the what? Every cell in my body feels those words. A small squeak leaks from my mouth, and Ben pierces me with a ferocious look, warning me to keep quiet.
“Fine,” Ben says, like he hasn’t just agreed to fuck me with an audience.
In any other scenario, I’d be jumping for joy at this turn of events, but there is no part of me that wants Ben to fuck me out of obligation, or protection, or guilt. And the thought of these disgusting old perverts seeing me naked and intimate with Ben makes me want to hurl. But it’s better than being raped by the bastards. I have hope I can make it out of this night alive, which is more than could be said a few minutes ago.
“Hold on,” Ben says, dragging me out of my head as he lifts me. My legs automatically wind around his trim waist, and my arms circle his shoulders as he walks us over to the couch. “Fuck off,” he tells the naked blonde sitting on the end.
“Brandi!” Saverio hollers at her. “Get your whoring ass over here.” Shooting daggers at me, she scampers over to Saverio as Ben sits down on the couch, keeping me on his lap.
Nerves blanket my skin and my heart is turning cartwheels as butterflies invade my chest.
Ben clasps my face in both of his large hands, taking his time drinking in my features. His thumb brushes across my lower lip. “So fucking beautiful.” For a moment, a familiar adoring gaze sweeps over his face, but it’s replaced by a look of cold fury so fast I’m not sure I didn’t imagine it. “So fucking stupid.” He shakes his head, glaring at me like he wants to throttle me. Clasping the back of my head, he holds it tight while he sits forward, moving his hot mouth to my ear. “Follow my lead,” he whispers, “and don’t say anything.” He nuzzles his mouth into my neck, sending a wave of fiery shivers dancing over my skin.
I close my eyes, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne when it swirls around me, drugging me, as his tongue darts out, tasting my flesh. A moan escapes my lips, and I writhe on top of him when I feel him hardening beneath me. His hands land on my hips, holding me steady, and I open my eyes, startled to find him staring at me with eyes as dark as the midnight sky. His nostrils flare, and his fingers dig into my hips as he stabs me with his smoldering blue eyes. When his gaze dips to my mouth, I forget how to breathe.
It’s fucked up.
I know this.
I’m still in a precarious position, and Ben is clearly a dangerous man if this is the company he keeps. But I can’t find it within myself to regret any of it, because the way he is looking at me now has obliterated all logic and sense of self-protection.
He’s fighting an inner war, the conflict raging across his face, and I’m stuck between exhilaration and terror.
But the second his lips crash down on mine, there is no more thinking, just feeling, and I give in to it. Indulging my teen fantasy by opening myself up to Ben. Letting him do whatever he wants to me, even if I already know he’s going to ruin me for every other man.
7
BEN
If I didn’t already know I was going straight to hell, this moment would confirm it. Sierra’s soft lips glide willingly against mine, and the little sounds she’s making are killing me. I’m only kissing her, and she’s moaning and writhing on top of me like I’m fucking her. My cock is hard as steel, twitching with the need to bury itself balls deep inside her. She runs her fingers through my hair as we kiss, and her touch sets me on fire in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
I’ve worked hard to remain unattached. I have a short list of fuck buddies I call upon when I need pussy, and they all understand the score. I don’t
usually kiss women either. It helps keep things detached and purely about the physical act. With them, it’s only sex.
But I can’t do that to Sierra.
At least, that’s the reason I’m telling myself why I’m currently kissing the shit out of her.
It would be easy to get lost in her, but I can’t forget where we are. The danger hasn’t passed. I feel Salerno’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my skull while he pounds Brandi’s ass over the arm of his chair. He has little interest in her. I’ve deprived him of the right to fuck Sierra—in his eyes—and he wants to live vicariously through me.
I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, but deflowering the little girl I cared about, in front of a bunch of violent perverts, will not be one of them.
My plan is risky, and we could all end up killed if he realizes I have tricked him, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means keeping Sierra’s virginity intact so she can give it to someone she loves. A guy who is deserving of her. No one in this room comes even close to measuring up.
“We back in kindergarten, boy?” Salerno grumbles in between pants.
Reluctantly, I drag my mouth from Sierra’s, eyeballing the controlling asshole. “I’m warming my girl up,” I coolly reply, emphasizing she’s mine and he agreed no one else was having her. Sierra has gone still on my lap, and tension radiates from her body like it’s a tangible substance. My eyes meet her gorgeous emerald gaze, shocked to see such naked desire in her expression. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair messed up, and her lips are swollen from my kisses, and damn, if that doesn’t do something to me.
“Quit messing around,” Salerno snarls. “Get her naked.” His eyes drag the length of Sierra, and I want to gouge them from his eye sockets and stuff them down his throat.
Gripping her hips, I lift her onto the ground and stand, pulling her protectively into my side. “I fully intend to.” I flash him a cocky grin as I lead her toward the stairs.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Salerno shouts, grunting loudly. I turn us around in time to watch him empty his load into Brandi’s ass.
Sierra trembles, and I instinctively hold her closer. “Upstairs.”
“Like fuck you are,” Salerno hisses, yanking his dick out. Cum leaks from Brandi’s ass, dripping down her thighs, and I know Sierra has seen it because she shivers violently against me. “The deal was you let me watch.”
“And you still can. Unless you’re saying the cameras have been removed from the bedrooms?” I quirk a brow, enjoying having the upper hand. One of the first things my father taught me was to always choose my words carefully, and it was good advice.
If Salerno had his gun close at hand, I’m pretty sure he’d shoot me. But we had a deal. We both gave our word, and he knows he can’t do anything. He will still get to watch. Just not up close and personal like he assumed.
“I’d shoot you right now, boy, if it wouldn’t start a war I couldn’t win.” A muscle clenches in his jaw as he swipes the bottle of scotch from the table, glaring at me. His gaze swings to Sierra, and she bravely holds his stare.
“Let’s not overreact.” I purposely reposition us so he’s looking at her side profile. The last thing I need is him getting in her head before the plan has been fully executed. “You’ll still get what you want. No blood needs to be spilled.”
He says nothing else as we walk away, but his contempt stabs me in the back the entire way up the stairs. One of my soldiers silently follows, to stand guard, taking up position outside the middle bedroom I lead Sierra into.
Closing the door, I exhale heavily as I lean against it, praying I’m strong enough to do this. Sierra stands in the center of the room, looking uncertain but beautiful as fuck. Precum leaks from my cock as my erection strains painfully against my zipper, begging for release. It’s been weeks since I fucked anyone, and I’m testing my self-control to the limits.
Sierra reaches around her back, and the sound of a zipper lowering is the only sound in the room.
“Not yet.” I push off the door, stalking toward her, watching her eyes blaze with wanton desire and her lips part in expectation. “Keep the dress on for now,” I instruct, brushing my fingers across her cheek as I drop down onto the bed. “Remove your shoes,” I tell her, kicking off my own. Lying against the headrest, I pat my lap, gesturing her forward. She climbs slowly onto the bed, and I’m not sure if she’s being deliberately seductive, but she is challenging my self-control with her sexy-ass moves as she crawls over my body, positioning herself in my lap again.
Yanking her head down, I lick a path up the column of her elegant neck, inhaling the gorgeous floral scent of her perfume. “Relax,” I whisper into her ear. “I am going to take care of you.”
“I trust you,” she whispers back.
Still so stupid.
I reclaim her lips, and there’s nothing gentle about this kiss. I brutalize her mouth, pushing my tongue past her lips and exploring. She tastes fruity, from whatever she was drinking, and it only adds to the appeal. Letting my hands wander her gorgeous body, I caress every curve and dip within reach. She moves on top of me again, thrusting her hips against mine, and more precum leaks from my cock. At this rate, I might even come in my boxers like I did as a horny teen.
Reaching between us, she unbuckles my belt and pulls my zipper down, sliding her hand into my boxers and palming my erection. I bite her lower lip, dragging it between my teeth as all the blood in my body rushes south. Her fingers curl around my shaft, and the urge to fuck her into next week is riding me hard.
“Remove your panties,” I demand, leaning down to lick a line across the gentle swells of her tits. Scrambling off me, she lies back and shimmies black lace panties down her gorgeous long legs. She sits, but I push her back down, parting her legs and kneeling between her tempting thighs.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’ve got to make this look real. If it looks staged, Salerno will smell a rat, and the party will become a bloodbath.
Tracing my hands slowly and carefully up her legs, I keep my eyes fixed on her face, seeing nothing but trust and desire and need. I hover over her, pressing my lips to her mouth as my fingers sweep underneath her dress, trailing up her inner thigh. She shivers underneath me, and a light flush stains her cheeks. “So fucking beautiful,” I repeat, kissing her again before I sit back on my heels.
Pushing her dress up to her waist, I immediately lower my head to her pussy so the asshole doesn’t get much of a view. She’s bare. All pink and glistening and mine for the taking. Parting her thighs wider, like a sacrificial lamb, she eagerly opens herself up, welcoming me.
I dive in, plunging my tongue into her pussy, while my hips grind involuntarily against the comforter. I forget where I am and who I’m with as I devour her, fucking her roughly with my fingers and my tongue. Her scent swirls around me, rousing my inner beast from slumber, and I lift her legs, draping them over my shoulders as her hips arch, granting me better access. I eat her out like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, vigorously rubbing her clit with two fingers while I fuck her cunt with my tongue.
The sounds coming from her mouth are insanely hot, and if she doesn’t stop, I won’t be able to resist fucking her. She explodes on my face, shoving her pussy into my mouth with no shame as she detonates, hips bucking and body spasming as her climax whips through her. I remove my pants and boxers as I watch her come down from her high. Without giving her time to recover, I spin us around until she’s back on top of me. I’m careful to keep her dress on, positioning her pussy over my pubes with my dick nudging against her puckered hole. I groan at the feel of her crack against my hot dick, fighting the almost overwhelming urge to hammer her ass.
She tries to move down, and I subtly shake my head, digging my fingers into her hips to keep her in place. Confusion washes over her face, and I sit up, snaking my arms around her back to hold her body pressed against me. I fit my mouth to her ear. “This needs to look real,” I whisper, placing a slew of kisses on her nec
k. “And you need to look scared.”
Salerno would expect that of any virgin.
“I’m going to thrust my hips as if I’m inside you. Let me control the pace, but rock back and forth on top of me like we’re fucking. You can whimper a little after a while.”
“You’re not going to fuck me?” she whispers. I detect something other than vulnerability in her tone. Tilting my head back, I look deep into her eyes. Sierra always wore her heart on her sleeve and the pain of my rejection is plain to see.
“I’m not going to take your virginity like this,” I whisper over her mouth, as I thrust my hips up, not faking a groan when my dick pulses against her ass.
She pivots her hips against me, staring me directly in the eye as she whispers, “I’m not a virgin, and I think you should do this. I know you don’t want to, and I’m sorry to force you into it, but if you don’t, he will, and I can’t bear the thought of that man coming anywhere near me.”
I open my mouth to ask if she’s crazy, but I stop myself from going there. Admitting I’m having a difficult time restraining myself and I wouldn’t be forcing anything will only give her the wrong impression. She’s a beautiful woman grinding on top of my dick, and I haven’t had sex in weeks. Of course, I want to fuck her. And now I’m given the green light, I see no reason to hold back anymore.
Holding her face between my palms, I ask the question with my eyes. Her answering expression is unrelenting and assuredly affirmative.
There’s no going back now.
Salerno is expecting a show, and while I had initially planned to keep her dress on, to hide the fact we weren’t really fucking, there is no need to take that risk now. She can be naked, and I can still shield her from his view so he’s only catching fleeting glimpses.
Lowering the zipper on her dress, I help her out of it, tossing it aside, leaving her semi-naked. My eyes remain on Sierra’s as I unclasp her strapless bra, letting it fall away. I peruse her body with a dry mouth and twitching hands.
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