Covet (Beautiful Sinner Series Book 2)

by Elena M. Reyes

  I saw it in the video and pictures while she argued with her father. His interest was plain to see. The dumb cunt wanted a taste of her forbidden fruits.

  I’ll be taking care of him myself when the time comes.

  Pacing the length of the room, I stretch my neck, trying to control the insatiable hunger Aurora creates. My need is growing. Each time the clocks ticks signaling the passing of another minute, I’m wound tighter, hands clenching as I try to behave. To not seek her out.

  So, I pace again. Then once more.

  There’s nothing but a wall separating me from her temptation. Nothing but a door with a lock that I have the key for.

  It would be so easy...

  “Fuck,” I grit through my teeth, palming my thick cock through the thin cotton of my lounge pants. The material is soft, sliding down my length with each jerk of my hands and leaving behind a wet spot right below the waistband.

  Another firm stroke and the bulbous tip slips out, meeting the cold air and pulling a hiss from me. Hot and cold, it feels good—bobbing on its own accord—and I lower the bottoms over my hips.

  It slaps against my lower abdomen and I take hold, wrapping my fingers tight around the smooth shaft. Pumping my wrist one, twice, I swipe my thumb over the head and piercing, flicking the metal.

  A shock of pleasure runs down my spine and it’s mediocre at best. Moreover, I’m afraid everything after Aurora will fit that profile.

  That nothing but her pussy will ever be enough.

  Tightening my fist, I close my eyes and focus on the scent of cherry blossoms that still lingers from when she clung to me. How good that tight little body felt against mine. The warmth between her thighs as she gyrated—

  My mobile pings with an incoming text and my muscles clench. Needing. Wanting.

  Another text.

  “Lord, please give me strength.” Opening my eyes, I walk over to the nightstand and grab my phone with my unoccupied hand. My thumb swipes across the screen and what meets my eyes is the devil’s temptation.

  It’s my redemption and cross.

  Gem is lying down with a sweet little smirk on her lips while wearing my white Oxford, the same one the little thief took when running from my home. The first three buttons are undone, giving me a small peak of her breasts, while those hazel eyes dare me to come. To take.

  And I will.

  Fuck it.

  She wants to play with fire. So be it, but on my terms.

  I told her all she had to do was ask. To tell me what she wanted, and I’d be there.

  But this picture was a dare, not a plea.

  Giving my dick three harsh strokes, I remove my hold and pull the lounge pants up. There’s a decent-sized sitting area in this room and I walk toward it, taking a bloody seat at the center of the couch. I’m throbbing, needing to come, but I ignore the pain and set an alarm instead.

  Her punishment will be the desperation that builds as I make her wait.

  My reward will be her screams of pleasure as I mark her soft skin with my come.

  Two hours later I’m pushing the hotel’s keycard into the scanner and slipping inside her room, keeping my movements as quiet as possible while Gem sleeps. She’s unaware and at my mercy.

  The room is dark except for a small sliver of moonlight coming in from the large window to the left of the bed; it takes me a minute or two, but my eyes adjust, and I take in her curves. Aurora is face down and semi-covered with a half thrown blanket over her hips and my long sleeves to keep her warm.

  Her lower body, though, from that bottom curve where arse meets thigh, is bare. Looks soft. Ready for me.

  And I’m hard for her—throbbing as I leak pre-come down my shaft; the drops roll over my piercing before marking my pajama bottoms. It’s proof of my desire. My weakness for her.

  For her, I’ve become a gluttonous bastard willing to live in hell in order to enjoy this slice of heaven.

  Poor girl has no idea of the devil’s trap she’s fallen into.

  My feet carry me closer and I stop at the edge of the bed, lowering my pajama bottoms before placing a knee on the mattress. It dips beneath the weight, but she doesn’t wake up. Instead, a light sigh escapes her pouty lips and she lifts a leg higher.

  Unconsciously opening herself to me. An invitation I accept by climbing up and kneeling just over her dainty feet while fisting my length, stroking twice. Harsh strokes that cause another pearl-like bead to pool at the tip and then fall, this time right over the arch of her foot.

  Motherfuck, the sight is sinful, the heat coming from her skin maddening.

  I can almost taste her sweetness in the air all around me.

  “Fucking perfection.” And she is. Those words hit me in the gut the second they pass through my lips, and I accept their weight.

  From the moment I laid my eyes on her face, I’ve become an addict. Wanting more. Needing her closer. It’s something that makes absolutely no sense, but I’m not fighting either.

  It just is. We just are.

  Moreover, it’s this pull that has me crawling over her sensuous body with a throbbing cock and pressing my mouth to the corner of those pouty lips. The act startles her awake, but I just peck them again. “It’s me,” I whisper, nuzzling her cheek before giving her chin a small nip.

  At the sound of my voice, her body loses its rigidness. “Casper, what...oh!”

  My body covers hers, thick cock pressing against her arse. “You pulled the wrong lion’s tail, Gem.”

  “You left me hanging.” Subconsciously, she pushes back. Back arching as she gyrates beneath me. No fear. No pushing me away. “I waited for you.”

  “I know.” Placing an elbow beside her head, I put most of my weight on it while using the other hand to trail down her body. Softly. Slowly. Barely there caresses as I make my way toward the bottom edge of my shirt that has ridden up. The end sits halfway over her arse, but it’s not enough. I want her bare from head to toe. Pinned beneath me. Writhing for me.

  Fisting the material, I lower my lips to her ear and groan. Release a harsh exhale over the fragrant flesh of her neck as I push it up higher, not stopping until the expanse of her back is against my front. “Little girls that taunt deserve to be left wanting.”

  The simple contact burns me. Sears me from the outside in as she moans low from the back of her throat. “No games. I need—”

  “Tell me.” It’s a rough grunt, my hips thrusting against her bare cheeks.

  Aurora turns her head then, hazel eyes locking on mine from over her shoulder. “I want you.”

  Three words that promise nirvana. Gift me her submission.

  “Lift up a bit.” She does as I ask without another prompt, giving me just enough space to slip a hand between her and the mattress. There are two buttons which hold the top in place, and I undo those quickly, parting the material before pulling it off and tossing it aside. She’s not wearing panties and I don’t hesitate to cup her pussy, spreading her wetness with the tips of two fingers.

  I follow the length of her slit, just slightly adding pressure on each pass and on her next whimper, I bury them deep.

  “Oh God,” Gem releases a tiny moan then, walls clenching as she tries to pull me in deeper. Her hips undulate against my hand and I pump them in and out a few times, slowly dragging my fingers against her walls before pulling out and replacing them with my dick.

  The bulbous tip runs from her folds to clit, and then back again. Once. Twice. And on the third slide, I slam in to the hilt, causing her to choke on a scream.

  “There’s my girl.” A warm rush of wetness coats me on the second stroke and I groan, holding still for a second to enjoy the tight squeeze. How her walls flutter around me. “This beautiful little pussy missed me.”

  Not a question. I know she missed my touch; her photo proved as much. Aurora wanted to test me—push me to act without her admitting our truth.

  Together we’re an exquisite explosion. An unavoidable catastrophe we will morph into a beautiful beg
inning.

  “That feels...so...more,” she whimpers, bucking back against me as she rises up on all fours. That sinful body never stops moving, though.

  Working herself on and off my length, Gem motherfucking rides my cock, hard. Her arse bounces. Her wetness coats my inner thighs and balls.

  Balls that grow heavier each time she clenches.

  Pleasure rips through my limbs as the perverse sound of her wetness becomes the soundtrack of this moment.

  My eyes roll back and my hands grab her hips, fingers digging in as I retake control. Pulling out, I don’t allow her to move. I don’t allow her take what she needs.

  “Don’t move,” I hiss out, gritting my teeth when my piercing grazes her entrance. A harsh shiver rushes down my spine and my muscles lock down.

  I’m close. So close.

  But not without her. She’ll always come first.

  With my knee, I spread her legs further apart, forcing her body low to the mattress with mine following. From head to toe, we were one.

  And through it all she never stops looking back at me. Those hypnotic eyes on mine. Those parted lips moaning my name.

  But that’s not what breaks me. What annihilates the last shred of my control is the slow glide of her tongue across her bottom lip before she closes her eyes and mouths the word fuck me.

  That’s it. I’m done.

  I’m not letting her go.

  A truth that has me slamming back in to the hilt on my next breath. It clouds my senses and I lose myself in her. In her touch. In her scent.

  In the way she arches against my hold to match my strokes, pushing that round arse back. No matter how hard I take her—fuck the imprint of my cock into her walls—Aurora stays with me. Matches my every thrust with a gyration of her own.

  “Casper, please...I need you—”

  “You have me.” Fisting her hair, I force her head back and eyes toward the headboard. The deep arch changes the angle—it’s deeper—and I bring my lips to the area just below her ear. Kissing. Nipping. Licking a path down to her neck where I nuzzle the lightly sweaty skin. “Motherfuck, you have me.”

  And it’s as the last word passes through my lips that she clamps down, body seizing as her orgasm hits. I don’t stop. Instead, my strokes become almost punishing with how out of control she has me. Seeing her come undone is my ultimate high, and my own release follows hers two strokes later.

  “Christ, you’re tight. So fucking good.” It’s messy; I spill every last drop inside and don’t pull out—rope after hot rope mixing with her juices and dripping onto the sheets below. The entire room smells of us, and it’s a heady scent that I’ve come to crave. Need.

  As we lay there trying to regain our breathing, silence fills the room. Her slick body writhes as the aftershocks of her orgasm begin to subside.

  Neither of us say a word, and the more she relaxes, I do too. We can talk tomorrow. For now, I let the slow rise and fall of her chest lull me into a semi-conscious state.

  She feels too good. Like home.

  10

  “WHY IS SAYING NO to him so hard?” Aurora whispers from her position on my chest with a leg thrown over my waist, breath skimming across my skin for the fourth time. It’s been like this for the last thirty minutes or so while I pretend to sleep. While I lie completely still with my arm thrown over my face, covering my expression while ignoring the twitch of my cock. How much I want her again. How we’re both naked. “Handsome asshole.” Christ, it’s hard to hold in my smile at that, but I do. More so when a huff follows a few seconds later. “Why me?”

  Her questions don’t upset me; I expect them. If anything, I’m amused by her reactions.

  Find her cute.

  I’m becoming a total wanker for this woman.

  A realization that doesn’t bother me. Not one bit.

  I’ll always be the same depraved arsehole, but with an exception now. Gem is the exception.

  My wrath will never reach her. She’ll never be buried beneath the weight of my darkness.

  She shifts her position again, hand sweeping across my left pec where a large tattoo of a Cerberus sits in all black with eyes in white, giving it a sharp contrast. It’s bold and depicts who I am deep down; a man not afraid to shed blood for the well-being of my family. Her tiny fingers caress the skin over the head at the center, softly, an action I doubt she’s even aware of making while watching me. Waiting. Looking for some sort of magical bloody answer to her dilemma.

  Why she can’t resist me. Why she gave in again.

  Like now, another annoyed grumble escapes her while she tilts her pelvis against my hip. Tempting me with her bare sex on my skin. Making my mouth water as her wetness seeps into my skin.

  Tight, wet heat.

  “Need help with that, love?” I say, my tone husky as my hands skim down to grab her thigh before she can pull away.

  Something she tries a second later as she jumps in place. “Shit!”

  “Easy, tiger.” Green eyes meet shocked hazel ones as I tighten my hold, placing her thigh right over my hard length. Throbbing against her.

  “What is wrong with you?” Her stare hardens and the arm that a second ago was flailing comes down over my abdomen where the Jameson name is in Old English across my flesh. The slap had some strength to it and I grunt, loving the sting of pain as her leg rubs my cock. Then, her eyes turn to slits, lips pursing. “How long have you been awake and listening?”

  “Not long,” I lie, keeping my face neutral. “How long have you been awake?”

  Her expression morphs, mimicking mine. “Not long.”

  “Is that so?”

  “It is.”

  “Little girls shouldn’t lie.”

  “This girl learned a long time ago that wolves are never truthful.” Those words stop my reply. The teasing joke sitting on the tip of my tongue disintegrates as I take in the flash of sadness that crosses her eyes—I see her:

  How her brows furrow for a brief second.

  How her lips purse.

  How those hazel eyes lose their brightness and she looks past me to avoid any questions.

  And while this all unfolds, I digest what those words could possibly mean with a father like Matteo Cancio in her life. What she would have witnessed growing up. Been a part of.

  “What the fuck did that arsehole do?” Those words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, dripping with venom. Because I’ll kill him without a second thought if Matteo is the cause of her pain. I’d kill anyone for her.

  A truth I accept with honor.

  The more I’m with her, feeling those soft curves melt against my flesh, I accept it. This.

  She’s precious, like a jewel. Moreover, I protect what’s mine. And she is just that, even if she fails to recognize it.

  “Who?” Gem tenses in my arms, her voice low but steady. Those eyes won’t look at me, though, not even when she places her hand atop of mine on her thigh and taps it twice. “And loosen the grip a bit, buddy.”

  “Sorry.” A word I’ve never said to anyone but my mum.

  “It’s okay.”

  I relax my fingers but don’t let go. Instead, I massage her leg in slow, comforting circles, up and down, until she loses the hard posture. Once she relaxes, I bring my lips to the back of her head and kiss the crown. “What did he do to you?”

  “Who…” she stops, swallowing hard when my hand trails a little higher on her thigh “…who are you—”

  “Whoever the wolf was that broke your trust.”

  Hazel orbs snap to mine, head shaking. “It’s not what you think.”

  “Then tell me.” Simple as. I know most of their story, but some things can only be shared by those involved.

  “Why don’t we get up and—”

  “I’m not letting you hide from me.” Slipping out from beneath her, I sit up against the headboard and then pull her with me. Closer. Skin to skin. She doesn’t complain as I situate us, her back to my chest while her arse sits between my parted legs.
Nor when my hand traverses slowly up to her hip, giving the flesh there a soft squeeze. “Talk to me. Let me in.”

  “Why should I?” Gem says this so low I almost don’t hear her.

  “Because I’m not him.”

  “But that’s where you’re wrong. You couldn’t be more like my father if you tried.” Aurora mutters a very low fuck after her confession. Her confirmation.

  “Explain.” Pressing my lips against her temple, I lay a tiny kiss there while taking her scent into my lungs, soothing us both. Her anxiousness and my need for her. Now isn’t the time to do anything but this; I need her walls down. I’ll confirm her suspicions, but I’m not him and won’t pay for those broken plates. “What does your father have to do with me?”

  “Everything.” Aurora takes in a deep breath and then lets it out at a very slow pace. Almost as if she’s extending the silent moment after admitting such a heavy truth. And I let her. Let her gather her thoughts and say the words we both know are coming. “All the men in your industry are the same.”

  “Industry?”

  “Participants in illegal activities.”

  “I don’t agree with your earlier statement.”

  “Of course you wouldn’t. Men in your—”

  “You mean criminals.”

  “Just like that…what the hell!”

  I lift her like a ragdoll and position her to straddle my thighs, her sweet pussy but a few inches from my cock. “Better?”

  “I’m not a toy.”

  “You’re adorable, love.”

  “And your unbelievable,” Aurora says incredulously, ignoring the compliment while crossing her arms over her chest. Her well-defined brow is arched and lips thinned, trying to look mad when we both know she isn’t. If anything, she hates how easily I’ve gotten under her skin. “You aren’t even going to try to deny it?”

  “Should I?”

  “How high in the ranks?”

  “I’m the head of the Jameson Syndicate.”

  “Christ.” She closes her eyes and throws her head back, muttering something unintelligible to herself.