The Drazen World: Torn (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Torn #1)

by D. B. Canavan

  “Sure, it’s great.” She nods, setting a slider on each of our plates.

  “I have pop or water if you don’t want beer.” Most women that I know don’t drink beer.

  “No a beer sounds wonderful.” Her delicate fingers wrap around the bottle, twisting the top off like she’s done that before. I watch as she wraps her lips around the bottle and takes a long swig. “Oh my god that’s good. I haven’t had a nice cold beer in a long time.”

  I lean over and grab an olive off the tray. “Try this. It’s an Ascolana olive.” I run the olive along her bottom lip, painting her lip with its juices. “Open.”

  Her gorgeous lips part as she bites the olive in half. I lean forward, running my tongue along her lower lip, then taking her lips. Fuck she tastes good. Her tongue taste of sweetness and olive.

  Pulling back, I smile and offer the other half. She opens, letting me place the other half on her lips. Sucking the olive in, she takes my fingers with it. My eyes flare with heat and my cock hardens. A low moan settles in the back of my throat as I watch her lick and nip at my finger. Fuck, I feel every nip and lick in my balls. I growl, wrapping my hand around her delicate wrist. “You keep that up and I’m going to fuck you before we eat.”

  I watch her eyes dilate with need. Her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as my words register. “Okay.” She picks up her hamburger and takes a bite. Her head rolls back as a soft moan resonates from her throat. “Oh my God, this is delicious.”

  Fucking hell. I know one this for sure. As soon as she’s done eating I’m going to take her hard. I lean in and lick the small drop of ketchup from the corner of her mouth. “You are delicious.” My eyes travel down to her plump round tits, noticing her hard nipples peeking through the fabric. My mouth starts to water just thinking about sucking on her tits.

  Suddenly her phone chimes to life. Both of our eyes lock onto the screen. Roy? Who the fucking hell is Roy.

  “Oh, hang on, this is my friend Roy.” She chirps happily. Grabbing her phone, she hit ‘accept.’ “Roy?” Her voice lights up the night sky, fanning my jealously to dangerous levels. “How are Heather and my God Son doing?”

  God Son? I take a slow pull off my beer and listen.

  “I’m so glad to hear that.” Her eyes snap to me, “yes I’m fine.” Suddenly a random firecracker erupts in the sky, making her jump and squeal. “Yes, I’m watching the fireworks. With Tony.” She throws a sexy smile in my direction. “Yeah, he lives next door.” She rools her eyes, “can we talk about this tomorrow?”

  I chuckle openly, obviously this guy is no threat.

  “Okay. Please give Heather and Michael a hug and kiss. I will, bye.” She hit ‘end’ and tosses her phone in one of her shoes. “Sorry. That was an old friend from back home. Roy and his wife just had a baby boy.” I watch as pride fill her eyes. “I’m going to be his God Mother.”

  “That’s a very important job.” Where I come from God parents have as much say in a child’s up bringing as the parents. “Salute. Congratulations.” We toast to happy occasions.

  Half-hour-later, we’ve both consumed our fill of American junk food. She grabs her beer and takes a long sip.

  “Not many woman I know drink beer.” My eyes roam this fascinating woman sitting in front of me. Not only is her body spectacular, so is her heart. That’s something I hadn’t planned on.

  “Well you just don’t know the right women.” A sexy grin graces her lips. I watch her reach for her purse, grabbing her camera. “Take a picture with me. Please?”

  Fuck I hate pictures. In my line of business, pictures can get you killed. “I don’t do pictures.”

  “Pretty please.” She leans over and licks my bottom lip. Threading her fingers through my hair she pulls my mouth firmly against her.

  My fingers trace up her thigh, running along the curve of her tight ass. I’m going to love fucking this tight ass.

  She pulls back, both of us panting. “Please, just for me. I want something to remember this day. I won’t show it to anyone. It’s just for me. Please.” She bats her eyelashes and smiles sweetly.

  Fuck, how can I turn her down, “fine. But the picture is for your eyes only.”

  “Yay! Of course.” She slides onto my lap, her back to my front. I warp my arms around her pulling her close. I watch as she holds the camera at arm’s length and grins. “Say cheese!” She giggles, flicking her thumb over the button. “There. See, that wasn’t so bad. Look.” She holds out the camera for me to see.

  My eyes roam the picture, she looks happy and beautiful. We’re a mixed match. Her light skin against my olive skin. We’re so different, yet we look like we belong together.

  “Thank you.” She leans back and kisses my cheek. She shuts down her phone and throws it back in her shoe.

  “Come here Angelo.” I pull her closer between my legs and wrap my arms around her. “The fireworks are about to start.” My cock stirs to life as her hard ass wiggles, getting comfortable.

  “Oh there they are.” She squeals as enormous flashes of light brighten the dark sky.

  I gently drop me head, kissing the side of her neck. She is so fucking sexy. I should take her home and never see her again, but my cock is greedy — I’m greedy.

  “Tony.” Her warm sexy voice catches my attention as she leans back and turns her mouth to mine.

  Our kiss is tender at first, her mouth is soft and supple, her tongue sweet as sin. Slowly I taste her, savoring every flick of her tongue and every twist of our lips. Wrapping my hand around her neck, guiding her mouth with my thumb, I deepen the kiss wanting more.

  Slowly she turns, twisting her soft body until she’s straddling my waist. I feel her fingers run through my hair, as she grinds softly against my cock. “Tony.” Her kiss is like sin and her voice is an invitation.

  My cock strains, aching to sink into her cunt. “Faith, I have wanted to fuck you since I saw you.” I thread my fingers through her long silky hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. A soft groan escapes her throat as my lips work their way up her neck.

  “I’ve wanted you too. I just don’t think I’m ready for a commitment.”

  “I don’t need commitment to make you scream.” I don’t do commitment. “I just don’t want to hurt you.” I whisper on her lips. Where the hell did that come from? Since when do I care if I hurt someone?

  “And I don’t want to hurt you either.” She nips at my lower lip.

  “Then why don’t we just take this one day at a time, see what happens. Deal?” I look at her though hooded eyes. If I don’t fuck her soon, my balls are going to turn blue.

  “Deal.” She leans forward, threading her fingers through my hair. Pulling me close, her lips fall to my mouth, breathing life into my core. She’s like a fucking angle sent here to rescue my black soul. Her kiss is like a confession, her voice is full of sin. Her body is the alter that I intend to worship at for hours.

  My fingers grab the hem of her dress pulling it over her head. “You are perfection.” I growl as I throw her dress to the side, admiring her full tits and flat stomach. Slowly her hips start to rotate against my cock, making me groan. She’s fucking with fire and I’m about to give it to her.

  “What do you want Faith.” I reach back and unhook her bra, her tits bouncing free.

  “You to…” She licks my bottom lip, taking my mouth with urgency. Her fingers pull and tug at my shirt until she has it over my head.

  “I want to fuck you now.” My fingers trace her nipples, pinching and twisting them until she moans.

  “Yes.” Her fingernails lightly scratch up my back, threading her fingers in my hair.

  “Fuck it.” I roll, pinning her under me, slamming my mouth to hers, nipping and biting her bottom lip. “You want me to fuck you Angelo? I fuck you, but it’s gonna be hard.

  “Yes, Tony. Fuck me.”

  I slide down her body, tracing my tongue over her nipple. “You are perfection.” I such her nipple deep, flicking it roughly.

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  “I bet you’re wet, aren’t you Angelo?” My fingers dance across her stomach, sliding her lace to the side. “So wet.” I kiss down her stomach, pulling her lace down her thighs. “Open your legs for me Faith.” I watch as she spreads her legs, opening herself to me. “You are perfection.” I kiss down to her mound, sucking her clit hard.

  “Ah god Tony.” I watch as her back arches off the cushion. “More.” Her fingers thread through my hair pulling me to her. I flatten out my tongue, holding her open with my thumbs. “Say what you want Faith.” I stiffen my tongue, plunging it deep. I grin as I feel her legs tighten around my head.

  “I want you.” Her needy words float through the air, stoking the need building between my legs.

  I wedge myself between her legs, positioning the head of my cock at her opening. God I have dreamt about this for weeks. I rotate my hips, running the length of my cock through her slick juices. “Fuck your pussy is wet.” I grunt.

  “Please Tony. Take me.” Her eyes plead with my soul, as her body begs for my cock.

  I rotate my hips, positioning my cock at her opening. “You sure Angelo?”

  “Ye... Ah!” Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her legs tighten around my hips.

  I slam into her before she can answer. Thrusting hard. “You take my breath away.” Fuck, her pussy feels perfect. I pin her to the ground, thrusting hard, making her accept every inch I have. “Feel good Angelo?” I try to hide the need in my voice but fail miserably. I seal my mouth around her and move, thrusting hard and fast.

  “Tony, I’m going to come.” Sharpe ah’s escape her throat with every thrusts of my hips.

  I feel her walls start to tighten around my cock. “Then come Angelo.” I thrust hard, grinding against her clit. At this rate I won’t last much longer.

  “Ah god, Tony!” Her hips buck and grind, meeting mine thrust or thrust.

  I slam into her, feeling her juices flood her warmth. “Come Faith.” I lower my mouth to her nipple, sucking it deep and thrusting hard.

  “I’m. Coming!” Her body stiffens then arches, as her walls squeeze and quiver around my cock.

  “Oh fuck.” I can’t wait anymore. I thrust deep, my hips moving and grinding against her center. Suddenly, I feel the electricity pulsing in my balls. “Oh shit.” My cock twitches, coming between her pulsing walls.

  “God Tony!” Her nails dig into my shoulders as she comes again, only prolonging my ecstasy.

  We both thrust and grind, working each other’s organisms to the end. Fuck, I can’t hold myself up any more. I collapse onto her, feeling her soft curves beneath me. Just feeling her labored breath on my neck, and her chest heaving beneath me has my cock hardening for round two.

  Looking into her beautiful brown eyes, I now see so much more than hints of gold. I let my face fall into the crock of her neck, licking and kissing her soft skin.

  Raising my head, my eyes flickering between hers. “Are you okay?” I kiss her lips.

  “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  I roll onto my back, pulling out. Reaching for her I pull her onto my chest. “Grazie.”

  She chuckle sweetly, tracing her fingers along my chest. “No, thank you.” She nuzzles softly against my neck.

  We lay quietly, the only sounds are random fireworks going off. All of a sudden terror slams through my system. “I didn’t use a condom. Fuck!” I whisper into the night. Stupido.

  “I’m okay, I’m clean.” Her worried eyes search my face.

  “I’m clean. I’ve always fucked with protection.” I run my fingers through her silky hair.

  I feel her body deflate as she releases the air from her lungs. “Thank god.”

  Is that all she’s worried about? “What about…”

  “I’m on birth control. I have been for years.” I feel her smile against my chest. “You’re safe. There won’t be any little Tony’s running around.” She yawns, laying her head on my chest.

  No little Antonio’s? Why does that bother me? I need my fucking head examined. I look down, her eyes are shut and her breathing has evened out. She’s beautiful, she’s mine. Well she’s mine for as long as I’m here. How long will that be?

  Fuck! I screwed up. It not her that’s needy it me. Was Paulie right? Had I made a mistake?

  Laying here, tangled with her body, I know I want more, I need more. Guilt slams through my chest. We will never work, how can we? She doesn’t even know my real name. I’m not an American attorney, I’m a killer. What would she do if she knew?

  Chapter Eight

  Faith

  I stride into my office, my ponytail swinging happily. I hum to myself, I had a wonderful weekend. Tony and I spent the weekend together. We spent Sunday at his place, watching movies and eating takeout. I met his friends Paulie, Otto and Zo. I snort out loud, what a group of characters. Jesus, for grown men they sure can act like children. It’s especially funny to watch them bicker in Italian. Words flying everywhere, trying to keep up was impossible. A sense of belonging fills my chest, they were all so nice to me, well except for Paulie. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about him I don’t trust. I’d catch him staring at me when he didn’t think I was paying attention.

  I head straight for my desk, noticing a huge vase of red roses sitting on the corner. Tony. A warm sensation floods my body, I like him. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I set my briefcase on the floor next to my desk and pluck the card from its clear plastic holder.

  Angelo,

  Roof. Tonight.

  I’ll bring the wine.

  Butterflies erupt, making my inner thighs tingle with anticipation. I slip the card back into the tiny envelope and slide it in the front pocket of my purse. I slide into my chair and fire up my computer, I’ve been nervous about seeing Johnathan today. I’m still pissed at him for leaving me hanging to take a call from his ex-wife. Really?

  My face falls into my hands, how am I going to tell Johnathan that our relationship is strictly business. Do I want it to be strictly business? If I’m honest with myself, I like Johnathan too. Not only is he sexy, he’s got a great sense of humor. Realization slaps me in the face, Shit, I like both of them.

  I jump as the intercom blurts out an annoying beep. My eyes snap to the clock, it’s only seven-ten in the morning, who the hell could that be? Johnathan. Fuck.

  Stay strong, I mentally give myself a pep talk. I hit the blinking button, “This is Faith.”

  “My office. Now.” Johnathan’s voice snaps through the speaker. Then with a loud click, our conversation is over. Shit he sounded pissed, well maybe pissed was good.

  I confidently stride to his office, knocking on the open door. “Mr. Drazen.” My eyes find him behind a brand new mahogany desk. Shit, does he know I copied his files? There’s no way he can know.

  “Come in and shut the door.” His eyes snap up from the paper in his hands, locking on me instantly.

  I slowly walk into his office, feeling the air in the room shift. I purposely leave the door open. I don’t know what’s going on, but he’s definitely not acting like himself.

  “What’s going on Faith?” His deep voice is commanding, as he pushes out of his plush chair. I watch as his powerful body strides to the door, shutting and locking it.

  I watch as he slowly stalks in my direction. “Excuse me?” I have a good mind to tell him to fuck off, but I keep my mouth shut.

  I gasp as my eyes run the length of his body. His white shirt hugs his strong shoulders and his sleeves are rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. When our eyes lock, the air is sucked out of my lungs. His eyes are a brilliant dark green, glimmering with an erotic undertone that you only read about in books. Shit. I need to get out of this room before something happens.

  I turn on my heels, quickly making my way to the door. Grabbing the handle, I pull. Before I can open it, his hard chest slams my front against the door, trapping me. The scent of sage leaves on a foggy day invade my nose, making my panties instant
ly wet.

  “What the hell Johnathan?” I try to push back, getting nowhere.

  “What’s going on princesses?” His rough cheek rests against mine as he whispers in my ear.

  “What’s wrong? Go call you ex-wife. That’s what’s fucking wrong.” I try to push off the door, only to have him grab both my wrists and pin them above my head.

  “Tell me Faith.” His lips softly work their way up my neck, sucking on the sweet spot below my ear. “Who are you meeting on the roof?” He sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck, sending a jolt of pain flooding my core. His strong lips, lick and kiss away the pain, making my press my thighs together.

  “The roof?” My mind is muddied by his dry, clean scent.

  “The fucking roof,” he hisses. “Who is the guy?” He wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing slightly turning my mouth to his. Before I can answer his lips attach to mine, his tongue fighting for entrance. My resolve is nothing against his talented tongue and strong lips. I open, our tongues twisting and licking, our mouths nipping and sucking. Squeezing his hand around my neck, he forcefully pulls away from my mouth leaving me wanting and trapped. “I’m only going to ask you nicely, one more time. Who. Is. The. Fucking. Guy?”

  “Fuck off, it’s none of your business.” I snap. Who the hell does he think he is?

  A throaty growl emits from his chest. “Wrong answer, princess.” Abruptly, I’m flipped around, my back pinned to the door. His lips crash to mine, his tongue roughly showing me that he’s in charge. I can’t help myself, my fingers thread through his gorgeous copper hair, tugging as I suck and nip at his lower lip.

  “Fuck Faith.” His hands roughly make their way over my ass to the hem of my skirt. Jerking it up to my waist, I’m hoisted in the air and slammed against the wall. “Tell me who he is, so I can get rid of him.” He grinds his hips against my core, his cock rubbing roughly against my clit. “Johnathan. Oh God.”

  “Tell me what I want to know Faith.” His hands yank my shirt and bra up, roughly cupping my tit. His fingers finding my nipple, roughly twisting and rubbing it with his thumbs. “If I have to fuck it out of you, I will. Now tell me.” His hips grind against my core, the lace of my panties offering me little protection against his hard dick.