by Piper Page
“I’ll go easy at first, but I won’t be able to keep going easy for long. You are too fucking hot to go slow forever.”
He kissed my cleavage, that loving tongue swirling closer to the inside of my cup. Santiago reached behind me and undid the clasp.
My breasts freed, he devoured my nipples. He ate me up, loving my scent and taste.
This was a man who knew how to worship a woman’s body.
I speared my hands through his hair and held on…an orgasm already building from deep inside of me.
Chapter 10
Santiago
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I held on. Every moment, I soared so high. She bucked underneath me, her thighs shaking, vibrating under the pressure building up inside her hot cunt.
“Santiago,” she moaned. “Oh.”
I slammed into her now with no restraint. Before I’d dropped her down and fucked her deep and passionately, taking my time, but when she started to peak, I greedily wanted to see her come again. Right now.
Allie’s breasts bounced playfully beneath me. I grasped them, held a handful, as I drove my cock in. Her tight pussy coiled around me, milking me for my cum.
I couldn’t hold on, either.
“Yes,” she groaned and then grabbed my ass. She pulled me deeper in and wound around me. My balls pulsated. My cock swelled.
“Oh, fuck, that pussy is tight. I’m going to come all over those pretty tits.”
“These?” she asked, and Allie smashed them together. Her tongue stretched out to touch them.
“Fuck yeeeah.”
I knew Allie hid a wild side in her. Wherever she picked that move up from, I had no idea. But I’d broken her in at first and now she let loose.
She couldn’t hold onto her teasing for long. Allie’s hands snaked down to her sides, where she held onto them like she was trying to contain herself from exploding. Her eyelids shut too, like she could stop the impending crash of an orgasm over her.
There was no stopping this.
We both hollered at the same time, but I held on, riding out the feeling of my seed spilling from my balls. I managed to last.
But as she blossomed underneath me, and her pussy opened up to take me, I pulled out at the last second.
My cock tip barely left her when I spurted all over her hot tits. She groaned and leaned back to give me an even better shot. I spread my warm cum all over her body, trailing it down to her shaved mound.
When I used to come, I would have a “What the fuck was I doing?” type of moment. Women before this I didn’t care about. Now I had a moment where I asked “What am I going to do next?”
Allie purred underneath me as her fingertips ran circles in my seed, then she brought it to her tongue and tasted. Fuck me. She didn’t just do that, did she? Or was I having hallucinations after I’d come so hard?
Nope, she moaned right after too, like she was tasting sugary cream.
“You little devil,” I said.
“So what? You taste good.” She shrugged her shoulders, bouncing her breasts again.
“I’m not complaining, but if you told me you’d be licking my cream from my finger, I wouldn’t have believed it.”
“You might’ve unleashed something you’re going to regret.” She groaned. “Because sex…” Drifting off for a moment, she stretched out. “Sex is good.”
My cock started to twitch. I grasped it, thick and useable still, but my brain had gone to mush. I flopped down beside her.
I kissed her forehead. “I’m not going to regret it. You can use me all you want. And yes, sex is good. Very good.”
I laughed at how mind fucked we were.
“Maybe we should talk later. We’re not doing ourselves any favors,” Allie said. She snuggled up against me. I beamed at her. I rustled the back of her hair playfully.
She wound her legs around mine, curling up even closer to me. We couldn’t get close enough. My cock tip brushed against her belly, her head darting down to look at it.
“I thought guys were supposed to go limp after?”
“When they like the girl a lot, their dicks stay hard.”
“Is that true? It has nothing to do with your stamina?”
“My stamina is also impeccable. But my cock never wants to quit with you.”
“Perfect,” she hummed. She pecked me on the lips. “Because I heard sex was like a bicycle. You have to keep getting back on it in order to learn.”
I couldn’t get any luckier, could I? Her tongue swerved over her lips as she looked at my cock like it was a delicious treat.
Snatching her hair, I bent her back, and devoured her lips. I did it until she gasped for air.
“We’ll have plenty of time. I don’t intend on letting you go free now.”
“What if I don’t want to leave?” Her finger circled my chest. She rubbed down my chest, following a line near my right nipple. It was a knife wound. “Your scars give you character. They’re hot.”
“They weren’t so hot when they were wounds. They were fucking painful.”
She snorted and held her lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sure they were.”
“Why are the scars hot?”
To be fair, I liked that scar on her knee. The one she rambled on about when tied to a chair on our first meeting. It reminded me of how ballsy she’d been, giving it to me back when I held all the power. Someone else with no backbone wouldn’t even think about doing that. Or else Allie had sensed the connection between us even then. I knew I did.
“They’re part of your past. Every scar tells a story.” She twirled her hair. “What I’m saying is, I can tell you’re not a bullshitter. You’ve really been through some things. It wasn’t easy for you, and everyone likes a good story…”
“Sometime I’ll tell you about each and every one, but I doubt you’d want to hear it. My stories aren’t all puppy dogs and rainbows.”
“That’s too bad. I like puppy dogs and rainbows,” she said, pouting.
I lifted my right leg. On my ankle, there were two big white marks. “I do have a story about a Rottweiler. Right here.”
“You’re certainly a mystery. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored with you.”
“I can guarantee that. If anything, you’ll be telling me to pump the brakes.”
Allie’s eyelids fluttered. As we had been talking, she grabbed the sheet and curled it underneath her chin.
“Are you sleeping?”
“Yes, you wore me out, big guy. And if what you’re saying is true, then I’ll need all my sleep in order to keep up with you.”
“Tomorrow, you’ll get right back on that bicycle, won’t you?” My cock twitched as I thought about her getting on top of me and riding me. Next time, would I have it in me to pull out? I doubted it if I couldn’t answer the question when I wasn’t inside her.
“You’ll have to teach me everything you know,” she purred as she turned around, getting comfortable. I’d be going to sleep with my cock locked and loaded. If I ever slept tonight.
Cradled in my arms, Allie soon drifted off. Meanwhile, I remained wide awake. My body had been depleted from coming, but my mind still ran restlessly as I thought about my scars.
Those stories, my past, all she wanted to know about—I could never tell her.
Eventually, I crossed over into a light sleep. It must’ve been hours of lying there, pressed against her softness before I finally dozed off.
They say that whatever you think about before you sleep influences your dreams. The old wounds of my scars were fresh again as I drove through the flooded streets, huddled over the steering wheel, sweat dripping from my brow. In the backseat of the taxi were two men, both part of the Attaro gang, One, a lieutenant, my target. The other, just a lowly scrub.
Thunder cracked in the distance. My foot felt stuck to the pedal, and I doubted I would be able to lift it if anyone swerved out from any of the side streets. I constantly flexed my hands on the wheel to stop my fingers from cramping up.
I’d knoc
ked out the taxi driver earlier and stolen his cab for the job. The cab didn’t have a divider in the middle; it was cheap but it would do the job. This night, my brothers would be taking out targets at the same time. Doubt edged its way inside me as I thought about how I persuaded them to get revenge for my mother. My gut twisted in a knot. I couldn’t take it any longer.
They’d been talking in the backseat. Under the downpour and the roaring thunder, I’d not been able to hear them. All I heard was muffling and the blood pounding in my head.
“Oh shit, I’ve got to find a new route. Someone’s broken down ahead,” I said before I stopped using my wipers.
Rain covered the window. They instantly stopped talking but couldn’t see out. I turned off.
I didn’t have long before they grew suspicious. As they watched me closely, my right hand darted for the emergency flasher button, and then swung right underneath my shirt. It all happened in a confusing couple of seconds. Those seconds would later feel like a lifetime.
I turned and blasted the lieutenant with a shot. It was gruesome, and I stuttered before I aimed at the other recruit, a newbie mistake. He snatched my wrist, trying to wrestle the gun out of my hand. My finger pulled the trigger, and it blasted into the taxi’s roof instead, my head ringing from the sound.
We wrestled like that, until he took one hand away and whipped out a knife from his jeans. He lunged over the console, at the same time, I drew the gun back. Burning pain lanced up my side as he slashed me, but I pulled the trigger, knocking him back.
Two more gun shots later, he didn’t move.
I waited far too long in the driver’s seat. I waited there in shock at what I’d done. When I stepped out of the cab to run, I woke up by Allie’s side.
I grasped my side, where he’d cut me, the same scar that Allie pointed out. I flung the sheets away from me and looked at it. It looked the same as it always did. For some reason, I thought I would see it bleeding again.
Meanwhile, that angel next to me slept soundly, her cheeks flushed a little. With a smile on her cherub face even as she slept, she looked too pure for me to hold onto, like I might taint her.
I swung my legs over to the side of the bed and dropped my head in my hands. How could I let her into my life? Hadn’t I been the one to warn Santiago of involving an innocent girl in his life?
That hot pussy had been a trap, just like I’d thought.
I hadn’t been completely honest as to who I was to her. I’d been telling her the best parts. Not the parts about the murder and torture. There would be other men who would come along and take care of her, although it fucking destroyed me to think of it. When she got to know me, she’d been my captive.
What she suffered from was a bad case of Stockholm syndrome. And what I suffered from was the opposite. Was there a word for it? For the captor falling for his captive? Santiago might know. He’d always been the book smart one of the family.
It didn’t take a genius to understand this was sick and twisted, and if I really cared about Allie—like I did—I should leave her.
So I snuck out of bed, crept over to the nightstand, and wrote a short note to her, so that when she woke up in the morning she wouldn’t think that I didn’t care. The truth was I cared too much to let her fall for me.
I considered it one of the bravest things I’d ever done.
Chapter 11
Santiago
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Three Months Later
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I was told to keep active. Keep moving. Eventually, the pain would fade to the background. Time heals everything.
Yeah, right. In my bullheaded way, I refused to believe it. A part of me didn’t want to let go of the idea of being with Allie, but my brothers convinced me to keep active. Every time I lurked around with my head held low, they would try to give me a kick to the balls. Brothers were good like that. Or should I say horrible?
After the third attempt at kicking me, and getting a glancing blow on my nads, I decided never to mope around them. My spirits did eventually pick up somewhat. Fake it till you make it, and all that, but I had to say that my enthusiasm for interrogation or any of the heavier jobs wasn’t there like it used to be.
After you met a sweet girl like Allie and fell for her, pulling teeth out of gangsters’ mouths lost its charm.
I confessed as much to Diego. He simply nodded, put a hand on my shoulder, and said he understood.
“It was only a matter of time before a woman changed us. Luca is next.”
Grumpily, I shoved off. It sounded nice, but he still had his girl. My girl was off in some college after I’d blown her mind with sex and opened that door. I really hoped that she wouldn’t let some amateur try it on her, but even though it hurt me to think about it, I knew I should let her have sex sometime in her life.
After all, I should never see her again.
I was the one who left her.
Other girls came onto me. It was like they could sniff out that I wanted nothing to do with them, and that just made them want my dick even more. Before it’d been off limits, but now they knew it’d been locked in a safe somewhere and buried.
Hell, I was practically a monk.
“So what, you just not going to use your dick anymore?” one of the boys asked me at the bar one day, after I turned what he thought was a “ten” away.
“Don’t you got something else to be worried about?”
“I’m just wondering if you’re not going to use it, can I use it for you?”
I laughed somberly and took another drink.
The months dragged on. I refused to check in on her. I kept my head buried in the logistics of the company. Time came in order to do some riskier jobs. They passed me by. Santiago covered for me. He said I was doing too important work…
When I ran out of that work, I grew restless. I started to research starting my own business, and a familiar thrill possessed me like I’d felt the day we’d taken over this crime family.
A gym. That was what I’d start. The decision, research, and planning stages were complete, but I never went into the action phase. Instead, I kept planning, trying to draw up different ideas. By the end of it, I had binders full of strategy for my new business.
No one else knew.
The gym was my only source of happiness.
Then one day I received a strange call on my cell.
It was from Brandon. He ran one of our money laundering businesses, a car wash.
“You got a package here for you, boss.”
“What kind of package?” I scoured my memory for anything that might be sent to me. I came up with nothing.
“It looks suspicious so we thought we should call you.”
Oh, great. A suspicious package. Did I look like the bomb squad? Why would I want to look at it?
Before I told them to dispose of it—and I was glad for this—I paused. “Who is it from?”
“It says it’s from Mckenzie College.”
College! The only person I knew in college would be Allie.
“Don’t lose that package. I’ll be there right away.”
If it didn’t come from her, and it was some spam mail, I’d need to chain myself down to stop my rage. I drove there quickly. The car wash was only fifteen minutes away on average, but I got there in ten. It was the nicest car wash in the whole city, all automatic with push screens.
As I swerved into the parking lot, Brandon stood holding the package against his chest. Like he was waiting there to deliver me a newborn baby.
“Thanks, Brandon,” I said. He nodded to me. Then he waited as I grasped the package and read the name.
“It smells nice too,” he stated.
Without even sniffing it, her perfume wafted into my senses. It smelled like Allie—like sugary, sweet Allie. It reminded me of what she tasted like and how I used to sniff the back of her neck where she sprayed her vanilla scented perfume.
“Thanks, Brandon. I’ll call you.” I spun on my heels.
&nbs
p; I was sure the suspense killed him. Too bad. This was between me and Allie.
I tore into it before I even got back into my car.
Tossing away the cardboard box, I now held a digital camera. I laughed madly as I dropped onto the seat. Looking around, I didn’t spot anyone.
She wouldn’t have sent me a picture, would she?
My thumb jammed the on button. I waited anxiously. It turned on and I cycled to the pictures folder.
The first photo she took showed a wholesome Allie in her dorm room. She wore a t-shirt and jeans and looked so fuckable. Her smile dazed me. It had been a while since I’d seen it, and though I’d been cold the past few months, emotion overwhelmed me now.
My heart drummed in my chest. A pinprick sensation ran down my spine and all the way to my cock as I wondered if maybe…
Yep, she’d done it. She’d finally learned how to “do sexy.”
The second picture dropped my jaw to the floor. Alone in my car, I groaned loudly as I looked at her naked on her dorm bed, on her knees, her breasts protruding toward me and her thighs together so that I could barely see the hint of pubic hair. What I saw told me she’d shaped it into a heart.
I knew she would be able to do it.
And I was overjoyed that the first time she let go and trusted, she’d done it with me.
I placed the camera down on the passenger seat. I reclined back and breathed slowly. Cars lined up to enter our carwash. Another entered at the back of the line as one pulled out, sparkling and beaming as it passed me by.
My brothers and I…we never really asked for all of this. At our heart, we’d been a family that had been torn apart. They killed my mother; we got revenge. The next step was to provide. Taking over the empire after we grew a name for ourselves, that was the smartest option, and it surprisingly came naturally to us.
And as far as I was concerned, we accomplished everything we set out to do. Perhaps my heart wasn’t in the game anymore, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have heart. It had just turned in a different direction. It belonged to Allie now, no matter how fucking insane it sounded coming from a career criminal.
