Kissing. Licking. Biting. Kissing. Scraping. Biting. Kissing. Licking. Kissing.
“God, you taste good, baby girl. Bet your pussy tastes even better.”
I huff out a breath in response while my hands force his mouth back to mine. I’ve had plenty of sex.
Good sex.
But no man ever had me feeling this impatient. Every time he opens his mouth or looks at me with his devious eyes, I just want to throw off my clothes and get on my back like a fucking slut. If I have to be an Italian whore for the foreseeable future, I want to be his whore for tonight. Giving myself a memory to hold on to on my worst days. I have been in this world for twenty-four years, but I have never felt more alive than I do in this moment. My hands move to his back, clawing my nails into his skin, feeling irritated that his shirt is still between us. He whimpers under my touch, giving me a sense of victory.
This man wants me just as much as I want him.
I let out a small screech when he throws me on the king-size bed. All traces of defiance I had in my tiny body leaves right here in this moment while I look at him standing in front of the bed. He looks even bigger now that he’s looking down on me, and the sight of his naked torso, after he pulls his shirt over his head, actually makes me drool.
I feel like a fucking Poodle. Woof.
The darkened look in his eyes has me completely surrendering to the mercy of this man, and I have no problem with that. I want to feel owned by him, erasing every other memory of sex I have stored in my head.
I pull my shirt over my head, exposing my black lace bra, then move up to lean on my elbows, anxiously anticipating his next move. A smug smirk appears on his face as he slowly reaches for my feet. A large, coarse hand wraps around my ankle while the other grabs my shoe and tosses it across the room.
“You sure you ready for this, baby?” He pins me with his smoldering eyes while doing the same with the other shoe.
I bite my lip and nod, not able to voice anything right now because the suspense is killing me. He shoots me a wink before he jerks off my pants in one quick move, making me gasp for air.
“You looked damn sexy in those skin-tight pants, but they look even better on the floor.”
“They feel lonely, though. Better get those jeans off to keep them company.”
He chuckles at my remark.
“I think you’re right.” He unbuttons his jeans, and the sound of his zipper gives me goosebumps.
“Undo your bra.” He drops his jeans, exposing his hard dick in all its glory. His gorgeous dick twitches as soon as it pops free, and I swallow in hunger. He doesn’t give me much time to admire his manhood, and before I know it, he’s crawling towards me on the bed. The mattress sinks a little deeper with every move his massive tattooed body makes, and I’m aching to feel his weight on top of me. When he is within reach, I eagerly tug him against my body, needing to quench my thirst for him. My fingers trace the lines of the black ink on his ripped arms as he hovers above me. I groan as his breath caresses my skin, the lack of action frustrating me more by the second.
“So greedy, little girl. Be patient. Reaching for the stars requires a long ride.” He softly places a kiss on top of my chest before migrating down, leaving burning kisses on my skin. The heat of his rock-hard body radiates through mine, leaving nothing but a scorching desire.
“Yeah, well, it will go a lot quicker if you fire up the space shuttle,” I pant while he starts sucking my left nipple at the same time his hand is pinching the other. The sensations he is causing are making my head foggy, and I decide to just shut up.
“I don’t want this to be quick, baby.” His mouth moves even lower with every kiss, and I throw my head back, bucking my hips at each touch. I exhale loudly when I feel his breath on the thin fabric of my thong. He slowly drags a finger over the damp fabric.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, baby,” he murmurs before he pushes the minuscule piece of clothing down my legs. He inhales my scent like it makes him high, and I move back up to watch his face. His feral eyes look up to me while his lips cover my most sensitive part. I let out a quiet breath while the sensation of his tongue on my clit envelops me.
“So sweet,” he growls before his motions become greedy. Like he’s starving and my pussy is the only thing on the menu. He sucks and licks every inch of flesh around my clit before he nibbles the sensitive nub, making the orgasm building inside me climb higher and higher at a blistering pace. I want him to suck harder, helping me reach the top, but on the other hand, I want to stretch this out as long as I can because never have I enjoyed this ride as much as I am with him.
This man is going to eat me alive, and I don’t give a shit.
“Fuck, yes,” I cry while my hands reach for his hair. My fingers run through it, enjoying the softness before I roughly fist it, pushing him towards the place I want him most. I dominantly keep him in place and buck my hips at his tongue, telling him exactly how I want it without saying a word. His eyes widen, but I don’t care. I ride him like a wild bronco, not willing to wait any longer to climb right to the top. I’m in total control, making my way up. Running to the top like a girl on a mission. But then I feel his finger entering my body, gasping at the invasion, my eyes widening in shock. I thought this couldn’t feel any better, but holy fuck, he makes me feel things I have never felt before. Seeing my flustered face, he smiles against my pussy with victory while keeping his tongue in place. I throw my head back, enjoying the sensitivity when he starts to thrust his finger inside me. My hands are firmly holding onto his hair, keeping his tongue right where I want it while he finger fucks me right to the edge. We keep moving at the pace I’m setting, and finally, I feel the fire burning up to the end. Like a firework wick that has been lit.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry, tightening my grip on his hair, making sure he doesn’t move an inch from where I want him.
I buck my hips faster and faster, chasing the fire until finally I feel the explosion start in my lower limbs and move all the way up to the inside of my stomach.
“Say my name,” he barks with force, feeling the change in my body.
“Kane! Holy shit! Yes! God yes!” I scream, my high reaching a whole other level than I have ever experienced. “Oh, Kane! Yes! YES! YES!” I wail out until nothing is able to come out of my mouth anymore. My brain can no longer process words, my legs start to shiver, and for a second, my body feels paralyzed.
In the best possible way.
His tongue tastes the liquid that pours out of me before smoothly smearing it all over my folds while my orgasm simmers down. I release his hair and let every limb of my body melt into the mattress.
Motherfucker, what the hell was that?
I try to catch my breath as I close my eyes, actually seeing stars. No man had ever made me come that hard.
That intensely.
That good.
I feel the weight of his body sinking on to the bed, and I open my eyes. His gorgeous face is hovering above mine, his ocean blue eyes burning right through me. His lips are glowing with my juices, and fuck me, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’m seeing stars,” I admit with a lazy grin.
He presses a kiss on my lips, and I can taste my own saltiness.
“Good. Now let’s explore the Milky Way,” he growls as I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. With one hand, he rubs it up and down my pussy, instantly making me ready for another round even though my lungs are still heaving.
“Fuck, I need a second,” I groan, inhaling and exhaling loudly to steady my breathing. He reaches for a condom on the nightstand, giving me a second to reset. I hear the foil ripping and bite my lip, thinking about what is coming. I feel his weight settle down on me while he softly kisses the crook of my neck.
“Seconds are up, baby. Need to be inside of you.”
“Hmm.” I don’t bother opening my eyes while I feel him aligning his cock with my entrance.
“I said I want to take it slow, but the secon
d I’m inside of you, I won’t be able to hold back. This ride is going to be rough and hard. You up for it?”
“Just take the plunge already,” I murmur against his cheek. His scent is now mixed with sweat, and it’s even more potent than before. He is all man, and part of me wishes this didn’t have to be a onetime thing.
I feel the pressure as the tip of his shaft moves inside me. It gently stretches me wide before he suddenly plunges in with an unexpected punch. My eyes shoot open, and I suck in a breath before I meet his sadistic grin.
“Told ya.”
“Fuck me.” I chuckle in pleasure while he starts thrusting his big cock in and out of my pussy. I throw my head back at the perfectly full feeling, my body yearning for more with every thrust.
“God, you feel perfect.” He fists my hair and presses a hard kiss to my lips. He groans as he picks up his pace, driving his shaft inside me deeper and deeper.
And deeper.
I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting to feel every inch of him, while his breathing speeds up. I feel his burning desire increasing, his urges becoming more primal. The look on his face is becoming one of a madman losing control.
And I love knowing that it is because of me.
The look of longing on his face makes me feel confident, and I decide to show him just how badly I want to be in control.
I run my hands through his hair before fisting it and yanking his head back.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” he pants, looking pissed and aroused at the same time.
“Kiss me,” I order before I draw his lips back to mine. He exhales heavily before he forces his tongue in my mouth. He bites my upper lip, then presses his forehead against mine.
His thrusts are getting faster and harder, and with every move, he lets out a breath against my face. I moan while looking into his eyes, not wanting to miss a single expression during his release. A few more thrusts, and I see his face transform, becoming rigid before he closes his eyes. His body moves faster, and I keep still, letting him take it exactly how he wants it. He roars loudly when he reaches the same high I did before, and I whine at the feel of his dick throbbing inside me. He gives two more long thrusts to fully ride it out before he drops his head on my neck.
“Goddamn, baby,” he huffs out while he places small kisses on my neck. I wrap my arms around him, not wanting him to extract himself from my body.
I want to keep him inside of me a little while longer.
After a minute or so, he lifts up, locking his eyes with mine. They are beaming with lust, and I let out a satisfied sigh, knowing exactly what he’s thinking.
Because I’m thinking about it too.
I probably won’t get much sleep tonight, but sleep seems fairly overrated when it comes to this man.
Who the hell needs sleep with him around?
“I’m not done with you,” he hisses, piercing me with his arctic eyes. I lick my lips before I move my hand to cup his face.
“I sure as hell hope not.”
13
Callie
Present Day
I watch his fine ass walk out, my eyes rolling, thinking about the way he speaks. As soon as anyone commands me to do something, my first instinct is to do the complete opposite. Always has been, and always will be.
Yet here I am, sitting on the couch he ‘commanded’ me to stay on. What the hell?
Out of principle, I jump up like the fluffy thing is lava and walk over to the floor to ceiling windows facing the ocean, my arms hugging my chest. The water seems calm, and the sun shining on it makes it appear like a glass mirror. There is not a piece of land in sight, and it’s hypnotizing. It’s truly a beautiful sight. If I had my phone, I would take a picture to remember it.
Even though I hate the sea.
There is something about the ocean that makes me feel trapped. Makes me feel like there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to look for better options. Although I’m not sure being on land would be the better option right now. Kane is as dangerous as Ronnie, maybe even more. But at least I can stand him.
He doesn’t make my skin crawl just looking at him.
No, he makes my skin crawl in a whole different way.
When we first moved to New York, I had asked my mom how I will ever recognize true love. She gave me the sweetest smile before she lovingly ran her hand through my hair like only a mother can and said, ‘True love will give you a sense of fear you can’t deny, but one you also can’t run away from. It will cause a heat to run through your veins that drives you nuts but that you can’t cool down. It will give you the heaviest feelings, making it feel unbearable to live with, but you do anyway because the alternative is even worse … and every touch will make your skin crawl in the best yet worst kind of way.’
My mind wanders back to a few nights ago, when Kane made me feel things I never thought were possible. When the son of a bitch denied me my orgasm in the shower, I wanted to strangle him. But damn, all was forgotten when he made my world spun later, and I felt waves of ecstasy like I never had before. When I walked out an hour later, I was tempted to give him my number. Hell, I even thought about asking him to save me from the mob, even though I had no idea if he was capable of such a thing.
Turns out he is.
But I’m not a charity case, and I don’t chase after men. So instead, I walked out without looking back. Thinking I would never see him again.
Boy, was I wrong.
I notice a pair of heavy footsteps on the floor behind me, and I turn around. The man I noticed earlier in the kitchen stops in front of the couch, holding an MP5 in his arms. His outfit is all black with combat boots on his feet, like every other guy in the Carrillo army. The barrel is aimed to the floor, but he is scowling at me like I’m some kind of threat. Now that I have a closer look, I narrow my eyes, wondering where I’ve seen him before, while he does exactly the same.
His amber eyes look wild, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up while they shamelessly roam my body from head to toe. I swallow nervously, somehow knowing this man dances with the devil on a daily basis. I take a deep breath before I force myself to look him in the eye and lift my chin in defiance.
“Really? An MP5? You’re that scared of me?” I chuckle, cocking my head to the side.
“Let’s go,” he grunts before he spins on the spot and starts walking away. My feet follow his tracks because I know Kane will throw another knife at my head if he has to come get me himself. I don’t really fear the man, but I don’t really trust his throwing skills to not pierce my head one day either. The black-haired devil stops in front of another wooden door and knocks three times. It takes half a minute before someone opens the door, and he walks through it. Holding it open, he nudges his head, telling me to get inside.
Liam and Kane are sitting at a huge wooden table, looking pretty as fuck, like a couple of show ponies. Liam looks just as clean, fresh, and handsome as his baby brother, but it’s the evil smirk on his face that makes my stomach turn.
The fucker really hates me.
“Hi, sweetheart. Your daddy wants to talk to you.”
My heart stops for a few beats, and I freeze on the spot. I don’t know how I feel about my dad right now. I don’t know what to say to him other than help. I guess. And I’m not even sure about that. He is the reason I’m in this mess in the first place. He’s always the reason.
Well, okay, the Italian thing was my own stupid mistake, but let’s for a minute pretend that didn’t happen. One mess at a time. Kane waves his hand at me, plucking me from my thoughts as he pulls out the chair next to him. I shoot them both a glare before walking towards Kane and looking around the room. It has the same ceiling to floor windows on one side of the room. The other side faces Kane’s line of sight and is covered in brown wooden paneling in different sized rectangles. A large flat screen hangs in the center of the wall facing the middle of the table. I’m guessing this is the boardroom of the ship.
Where they plot whatever evi
l shit they plot on a daily basis.
I sit down on the plush leather desk chair and look at Kane, who shoots me a wink. My stomach flutters at the affection, and I quickly look at Liam to push the feeling away. He has his finger pressed on the mute button of the black sat-phone on the table.
“Say anything about our location and you will be spending the night with my men. Naked.” His look is vicious. He has the same compelling eyes as Kane, but his are darker. Like blue, mesmerizing stars. I’m sure women want to get lost in them if they get the chance, but I just want to escape his gaze because it’s making my skin crawl.
In a fucked up get me out of here kind of way.
I wrap my arms in front of my body, covering myself up as I cock an eyebrow.
“You know you don’t have to threaten me with rape the entire time.”
“I wouldn’t if you would just behave like you should.” His tone is hostile. He clearly is still pissed about breakfast.
Fucking whiny little bitch.
The scruff on his face makes him appear even more handsome, and his eyes keep staring at me in the most intimidating way. Rumors are that Liam is the stable one, the kind one, the pragmatic one. To me, it’s the other way around. Liam scares the shit out of me, and I totally understand why people would rather comply with his demands than defy him. I understand why he and Kane are considered two of the most successful men of the underworld. They both have the most coercive faces I’ve ever seen. If they give every enemy this look, they don’t leave them with any other choice but to comply. They demand what they want, and they don’t even have to raise their voices or use any force. But for me, Kane is the stable one, the one I can handle better. The one who may piss me off but also fills me with an affectionate feeling no one has ever given me before. It’s Liam who feels like a balloon filled with rage, just waiting to pop. I bet he snaps peoples’ necks if they don’t keep their mouths shut. I should be one of those people, but it’s like my mouth is quicker than my mind.
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