“Answer me, or I’ll tear it off and you’ll never get to wear it again,” he growled, carrying her off the beach toward the house. The setting sun lit the windows of their house in an array of beautiful colours.
“Only for you!” she gasped. “I wore jeans at the shop.”
“Good,” he grunted.
His intent had been their bedroom, or at least a couch somewhere in the house. He didn’t make it. With Riley squirming in his arms, rubbing her hot hot little pussy all over his crotch and stomach, he couldn’t wait that long. Knowing security would be watching made the lawn unfuckable. He swung his head around through a haze of gut-wrenching desire and then stalked toward the garage. It was closer than the house.
Riley immediately lifted her head from where she’d been moaning and licking his neck in abandon. “Stay the fuck away from the garage,” she moaned, nipping his ear. “You dent another one of my cars and I’ll castrate you.”
He ignored her order and stabbed the code in, releasing the side garage door. She began struggling in his arms when she saw his intent. “No, Soloman, you’ll wreck one of my beauties!”
He took a fistful of her hair and brought her face up to his for a heated kiss, spearing his tongue into her mouth. She took a moment away from her protest to return his kiss with enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck and rocking her hips against his flat stomach. He reached behind his neck and gently untwined her arms. She moaned in protest as he lifted her away from his body.
Her sexy moan turned to a screech of horror when she saw exactly where he intended to set her down. “Oh no you fucking don’t! We’ll knock it over! I want to keep this one forever! It purrs like a kitten. This is a very selfish move, Soloman. Can’t we just go fuck over there and finish off the stupid BMW?” she yelled and flailed her limbs.
He ignored her tirade, bent her over the Ducati, flipped up her skirt and spanked her ass until she quit yelling. He helped her stand straight after he’d reddened her ass and stripped the dress over her head. She raised her arms and reached for her panties, shimmying them down her thighs. She groaned in dismay when he picked her up, opened her legs and forced her to straddle the bike. Her groan turned to a strangled, throaty moan as her pussy touched the bare leather seat. She gasped and tilted back on her ass.
“You look so good on my bike, gorgeous,” Soloman growled, his voice deep and sexy and he unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers lingering over his stomach, touching the wet spot she had left. He groaned, his dick hardening to an unbearable degree. Finally, he peeled the shirt off and let it drop.
“My bike,” she purred, petting the bike possessively.
She kept her eyes glued to his bare chest but leaned forward to hug the bike, protecting it from what she perceived as inevitable destruction. His lips compressed into an evil grin. Fuck, he wanted to take a picture of her so he could look at her doing that whenever he wanted. Her beautiful full breasts were smashed against the black metal curve of the fuel tank. Her feet were up on the pedals and her ass pressed tightly against the seat.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Reaching into his underwear, he pulled out his cock and stroked it a few times. Riley abandoned her protective attitude and sat up straighter to watch him, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Have you been using the toys I bought you?” he asked huskily, his gaze flickering to her ass.
He’d bought her several anal plugs of varying sizes. Sometimes they played together, but he told her when he wanted her to wear one when he wasn’t around.
She blushed and bit her lip. Glancing away, she shook her head, some of her hair escaping the knot on top of her head to drift around her flushed cheeks. “I can’t wear them when I’m at work, Soloman. Way too uncomfortable when I’m climbing around underneath a car. I need to be focused on the machine not my body.”
He gave her a wicked, heated look. “Not my problem, gorgeous. I’m ready for you now. You should have listened to me when I told you what to wear this morning.”
She gasped, realizing his intention when he stepped toward her. The intense look on his face, combined with their weeks of play should have told her where he was leading her. She tried to swing her leg off the bike, but he brought one broad hand down on her thigh in a slap that reverberated through the garage. She cried out and then moaned as painful heat morphed into something delicious.
“Soloman, I don’t think I can…” she moaned.
“You can and you will,” he said, trailing his fingers across the angel tattoo on her back and coursing shivers down her spine. He loved watching the angel dance for him when she was excited. He leaned over her, placing his lips against her ear and murmuring, “you’ll take whatever I give you, understand?”
Her breath hitched and she swayed forward, but nodded eagerly. “Yes, Soloman,” she moaned as he ran his hand down her back over the curve of her ass. She lifted herself slightly off the seat so he could reach underneath her. He slid two long, rough fingers into her clasping heat.
“Ooooh fuck, that feels so good…,” she moaned, dropping her head forward onto the handlebars while he pumped his fingers in and out, her slick passage easing his way. She started to rock with his movements but accidentally turned the front tire of the bike. She moaned in frustration and shot him a glare.
He chuckled, pulled his fingers from her scalding body and brought them to his mouth. He licked her delicious juice from his hand while yanking his pants and underwear down with his other hand. Her eyes had gone dark velvet brown with lust and she was sliding her pussy along the seat in an attempt to get some friction on her clit after he abandoned her pussy. When that didn't work, she reached down the front of her body knowing it would take only seconds for her to arrive at an explosive orgasm.
Naked now, Soloman stepped back up to the bike and brought his hand down hard on her ass in a stinging slap. She jumped and cried out. He took her small hands and wrapped them around the handlebars, stretching her across the bike once more.
“I own your orgasms, gorgeous, not you,” he snarled in her ear.
Her breathing came in short gasps and she held onto the bike for dear life while he climbed on behind her. He was so tall he could easily straddle the bike and remain standing on the concrete. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes wide with a combination of heated desire and apprehension. The intense heat of his eyes burned into every part of her, tattooing “mine” everywhere he looked.
He brought a broad tattooed hand down on her lower back and gently caressed, running his fingers soothingly up her spine. She wasn’t expecting the light touch and shivered as goosebumps raised along her flesh. At the same time, he slid his other hand underneath her, found her soaking entrance and roughly thrust his fingers back inside her body, shoving them all the way in. She cried out and arched backwards but he held her down.
When she settled against the bike once more, allowing him to continue, he began tracing his fingers in delicious circles across her back while simultaneously plunging his fingers inside her body with enough force to shove her up the bike if she hadn't been clinging to it so hard with her knees. The dual sensations of gentle and rough swept through her like a fire, combusting her from the inside out.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed, as an orgasm ripped through her with surprising speed. Fluid gushed from her pussy and onto the leather seat underneath her. She didn’t have enough brain power to care at the moment. Later she would give him hell for treating one of her sweethearts so poorly.
She collapsed against the bike, resting her heated cheek against the cool metal of the tank underneath her. She gasped for breath, her body sizzling with aftershocks while he used her own sweet, sticky fluids to coat her tiny asshole. She moaned as he circled and pressed the tiny bud with his finger until he was sliding in with ease. She loved the tiny catch as it pushed through the ring and the breathless feeling in her chest as she wondered if her body could manage. Then the delicious, taboo feeling of something filling her ass.
She rocked her ass back against him, forcing his fingers further into her impossibly hot, tight clasp. She gasped and quivered at the intense, full sensation. “Please, Soloman,” she gasped out in a strangled moan, “fuck my ass now, please!”
She felt him go rigid behind her, then pull his fingers out of her ass. He lifted her hips, lined himself up with her pussy and slammed himself inside her silken heat. He thoroughly coated himself in her slick fluids before pulling out. He didn’t wait. He didn't savour the moment. Her desperation and words unleashed the beast that wanted to take every part of this woman for himself.
He pressed the head of his engorged cock against her puckered asshole and steadily drove through her anal passage until he was seated completely in the incredibly tight, heated embrace. She screamed and arched against him, bucking backwards as though trying to throw him off of her. His cock was too big, so much bigger than his fingers or the toys they’d been using. She wasn’t ready. He was tearing her apart.
He hooked an arm around her belly and forced her to hold still against him while her body adjusted to the invasion. He leaned forward and, placing his lips against her ear, he growled, “Just breathe, Riley. You’re doing fine.”
She panted and gasped for air. Gradually, her body began to relax as the insanely tight fullness subsided. He relaxed his hold slightly and slid his arm down her belly toward her pussy. He ran the pads of his fingers across her clit, sparking sensations through her belly and surprisingly through her anal passage. She gasped and rocked her hips a little. Her eyes flew wide.
“That’s right, gorgeous, feel how good that is.”
He pulled her a little tighter on his dick and began thrusting his hips while rubbing his fingers in small circles over her slick, engorged clit. Her gasps became shorter and more frantic as her orgasm built. She tensed all around him and her ass clenched down hard on his cock, strangling him with her body. It didn't hurt at all anymore, it felt so incredibly good. He slid in and out of her ass with grunts of intense pleasure, making her feel full and sparking tiny fires all along her body until she finally flew over the edge of another orgasm. This one was different, deeper in her body. She screamed her pleasure, filling the garage with her desperate sounds.
Soloman followed soon behind, though he would have loved to keep fucking her ass forever. Her perfect, curvy ass. Instead, he buried himself deep between her cheeks and hugged her around the waist, pulling her tight against his chest while he flooded her ass with jets of hot semen.
He dropped his face into the angel tattoo and licked a bead of sweat from between her shoulder blades. She shivered and smiled, dropping her chin to kiss his tattooed hand. She couldn't believe she once thought his hands were the most terrifying thing about him. Now they felt safe as he held her tight, allowing her to drift gently down from the highs of her multiple orgasms. Protected.
She glanced back over her shoulder, meeting the dark, possessive look he was levelling at her. The same brooding look he always gave her after sex. Or after anything they did together, really.
“So now that we’ve messed up my new bike, do I get another one?” she asked innocently.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Wake up, Riley.”
She moaned and tried to role away from the hands gently pulling her onto her back. She was exhausted and a little sore from Soloman’s sexual demands throughout the night. The man was fucking insatiable! Not that she was complaining. Her body was aching in a happy way, but she was so not a morning person. Unless he was waking her up tell her the new car had arrived.
“Mmmmm, my new car here?” she mumbled into the bedding, rubbing a fist in her eye before attempting to crack it open.
“No,” he chuckled and rolled her over more forcefully so she was facing him. She covered a yawn and shoved an elbow under herself in an attempt to prop herself up and give her a better glaring vantage point.
“Then why’re you waking me up so ungodly early?” she complained, glaring past him through the uncovered patio door at the morning sunlit lawn like it was out to personally destroy her life.
He was already wearing one of his incredibly mouth-watering dark suits with a crisp white shirt and tie underneath. As much as she wanted to tear it off his body and continue their nighttime escapades, she frowned, knowing he was getting ready for work. On a Saturday. What the fuck? They agreed not to work weekends.
“What’s the deal?” she demanded, not bothering to hide her crankiness. If dude wanted to fall in love with her, then he was going to have to take all the bits, including the cranky.
His sharp eyes crawled over her naked torso, taking in the superb bounty of her naked breasts and the tattoo he loved to trace his tongue over before torturing her nipples with his skilled mouth. She shivered and tugged the blanket over her skin, drawing his predatory gaze up to settle on her face. He seemed to be searching for something and it wasn’t good. The look he was giving her promised retribution if he didn’t get the right answer. Maybe not pain for her, because she was very firmly his love, but definitely death to others. For the first time in many weeks, she was reminded of exactly who her boyfriend was. For the first time in just as long, she wanted to run from him. A shiver shook her frame and she shifted away from where he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Soloman?” she whispered.
“I need to ask you something and you need to answer truthfully. It would be a mistake to do otherwise, just because you think you have me wrapped around your pretty finger.” His deep voice was quiet, but deadly. His eyes took on a cold quality that she decided she hated and never wanted to see turned against her ever again. She bit her lip and nodded, dropping her eyes to the bed. He took her chin in a firm grip and forced her face up. “Are you still making trouble for me? Sending someone out to my clubs to cause damage? I know how much you hate the casinos.”
Her lips parted in surprise. “N-no, Soloman. I swear! I asked him to stop weeks ago. Did something happen?”
He frowned at her genuine reaction and released her chin. He rubbed a hand over his head and nodded absently. “There was an explosion in the parking lot of Stealing Sunday. It rocked the entire fucking building. There was no way to keep it contained to just my people. Police are involved. One of my security guys was thrown through a glass door and cut up pretty bad. I have to go back out and talk to his family then go file the report this morning.”
Riley realized right away that he must’ve already been out for half the night and just not woken her up. She had probably been so dead to the world after he fucked her into oblivion the night before. Despite his sinister, don’t-fuck-with-me appearance, she struggled up on her knees, shoved the bedding aside and threw her arms around his neck.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” she said softly into his neck, squeezing him tight against her. He sat stiff and unmoving for a second before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap.
He breathed in her delicious scent and ran his hand over her bare back and bottom for a minute before gently setting her aside. She had felt very clear evidence of his arousal, but now was not the time for play. He had to go back to work. She dragged the heavy blanket back up her body so she wouldn’t distract him again. He stood and looked down at her, his sinister mafia mask firmly back in place. She pitied the person that had exploded his club.
His dark eyes stabbed into her, pinning her to the spot. Her heart sped up in moment
ary fear as her body began to understand something her head was too slow to pick up. “You need to tell me who you hired to mess with me.”
She gasped and immediately shook her head. She wasn’t particularly fond of Shank, but she wasn’t going to give the guy up for instant death.
The muscles under Soloman’s incredibly well-tailored jacket rippled as he held himself back from grabbing her. Even the affection he felt for her didn’t stop the darkness from within. When someone denied him what he wanted, he retaliated. He stabbed a finger at her, marking her. “Later we talk, Riley. You will tell me what I want to know.”
She moistened her lips and shook her head. “I-I can’t, Soloman. You’ll kill him.”
He growled in frustration because he didn’t have time for this conversation, but it bothered him that his woman would withhold anything from him. He wanted to deal with this now. His hands curled into fists as he stared down at the woman that owned his soul.
“You would protect this man from me?" he snarled angrily, finally losing his renowned cool. Only Riley could do this to him. “You’ve just signed his death warrant. I will get that name from those gorgeous lips. And then, love, he’s a dead man.”
“Soloman!” she called after him as he stalked to the door.
He didn't turn back, but he did toss over his shoulder, “I’ll have men watching the house to make sure you don't leave. We’ll talk later and you will give me the answers I want this time.”
She scrambled out of the bed and started after him, but the door slammed shut behind him. She stood naked in the middle of their bedroom and wondered if her fairytale was over. A tear slid down her cheek. It was so unlike her that she touched it in surprise. She never cried. Then she realized she was hurt. He hurt her heart. The bastard was actually capable of making her cry. Which meant…
Riley loved Soloman.
Fuck.
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