Dancer in Lingerie

by Penelope Sky

  My breath stopped in my lungs because I was falling under his spell. He said the right things to make me wet, to make my panties slowly sink down my thighs as they became heavier. He was the only man I’d ever met who actually made me feel something, made my thighs squeeze together and pretend my hips were in the center. I realized I was getting deeper into a situation I didn’t want to be in, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’d always been a logical person, making the right decisions based on reason, not lust and desire. I knew this man was bad for me, but I chose to be with him anyway.

  Minutes later, we pulled up to a fifteen-foot gate surrounding a building and passed through until we reached the entryway. With historical architecture but with modern technology, it looked like an impenetrable fortress.

  The car pulled up to the front, and the driver opened the back door for Bosco.

  Bosco got out first and then helped me out of the car. His arm immediately circled my waist, and we approached the front doors, which were opened for him by two armed men. We walked inside a lobby, where men were gathered in front of monitors that showed the entire perimeter of the building. Two men stood near the elevator, and once pressed the button when we arrived, making the doors open when Bosco approached.

  None of them spoke to Bosco. They didn’t look at him either. And none of them looked at me.

  I held my breath as we passed the two dozen armed men in Bosco’s employ. All dressed in black with rifles and pistols, they seemed like they were prepared for war. They all looked the same, with hard expressions and short hair.

  I wasn’t easily intimidated by anything, but I was certainly uneasy around Bosco’s personal army.

  When the doors shut and the elevator finally rose, I let the air out of my lungs.

  Bosco turned his gaze on me. “No need to be afraid.”

  “I’m not afraid. I’ve just never experienced something like that before. Guns have been in my house since I can remember, and I know my father and uncle are familiar with weapons and fighting…but I’ve never seen anything quite like that. You have a private army.”

  “In addition to the men who circle the perimeter within a mile radius.” He faced forward again, watching the buttons light up as we ascended to the top floor.

  “You have a lot of enemies?”

  The doors opened, and he stepped inside the penthouse. “If you don’t have any enemies, then you’re doing something wrong.” He took me into his living room, a large space with four couches, an enormous TV, and a private bar. There was a big rustic fireplace and paintings all along the walls.

  He immediately stripped off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, standing in his fitted t-shirt and jeans. His muscular arms stretched the fabric, and every time he moved, his muscles shifted and changed the way the shirt fit him. He poured two glasses of scotch and handed me one.

  I took it, my hand slightly shaking because my heart was still beating fast. This place looked like a penthouse in Manhattan, with stunning views of the city and furniture that was more expensive than a car.

  He turned back to the bar and set his watch on the surface, along with his wallet.

  I took a long drink to steady my nerves. My family had always been wealthy, but this was a new level of rich. Bosco was the kind of man that could buy an entire country if he wanted to. He owned his own building along with a private artillery.

  He downed his scotch before he came back to me. “Would you like a tour?”

  “How big is it?”

  “Three floors.”

  Jesus. “Then I’ll pass.”

  He released a faint chuckle. “Then I’ll just show you my bedroom.” He took the empty glass out of my hand then grabbed me by the wrist. He must have felt my unsteady heartbeat against his thumb because he said, “Why are you nervous?”

  “I’m not nervous.”

  He brought my wrist to his lips and kissed it, feeling my heartbeat right against my skin. “Your body says otherwise.”

  “I’m scared…scared of you.” If I crossed this man, there would be no escape. My family would be powerless to challenge him. Even Griffin wouldn’t be able to help me. This man had more power than any single man should. He had the entire underworld at his disposal, along with a private guard that accompanied him everywhere he went. He had the power and security of a world leader.

  He watched me for a long time, slowly lowering my hand back to my side. “You should be. I’m a terrible man who’s done terrible things. If you’re unfortunate enough to be my enemy, there’s no escape.” He moved his hand into my hair and tilted my chin so my lips were close to his. “But you never have to be scared of me. I’ve respected you from the moment I met you. You’re the only person in this world who has any power over me.”

  “I’m just afraid you’ll never let me go…” I whispered my darkest fear to him, that I was his prisoner without even realizing it. Now that I was here, I wondered if I really had a choice. If I wanted to walk away, would I be able to? He could kill my entire family to make me cooperate. He could take away everything I loved if I failed to please him.

  He lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a soft kiss. “I worry about the same thing.” He looked me in the eye before he kissed me again, this time harder. His muscular arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me tight against him, making me feel his hard cock in his jeans.

  Despite the terror in my heart, I kissed him back, falling victim to the attraction that was impossible to deny. My pulse beat with the rhythm of danger, but that only made me kiss him harder, cling to him out of desperation. My hand fisted his short hair, and I sucked his bottom lip before I gave him my tongue. The only thing that made sense about our relationship was this, this inexplicable passion the likes of which I’d never encountered in my life. Now that I had it, I wanted it desperately; I couldn’t live without it. The thought of going back to the average men who barely fit the bill sounded like the most depressing thing in the world.

  He kissed me back with the same aggression, nearly swallowing me whole. He guided me backward as he yanked my dress over my ass and bunched it around my waist. His hands gripped my ass cheeks hard before he smacked them both.

  I yanked his shirt off then circled my arms around his neck, letting him pull me up and wrap me around his waist. My clit met his cock through his jeans, and our bodies throbbed together, aching to be connected skin to skin.

  He carried me past the windows and into his bedroom at the corner of the penthouse. Enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a breathtaking view of the lights of the city, it was a view only a king could have. He set me on the bed and dropped his jeans and boxers, getting naked as quickly as possible. His cock came free, thick and pulsating. His head was slightly dark from all the blood rushing there. It twitched when I stared right at it, my tongue swiping across my bottom lip.

  His eyes darkened noticeably. “Get that damn dress off.”

  I unzipped the back to the top of my waist and let it fall apart, revealing my bare tits. There were pieces of tape over both of them so my nipples wouldn’t show.

  He gripped stripes of tape with his fingers and ripped them off quickly, making me scream slightly at the abrasion. Then he pushed me down on the bed so he could suck my tits raw, make them even more sensitive than they already were. His tongue gently dragged over my skin, making up for the savage way he’d kissed me a moment ago. Back and forth he went, from being hostile to being loving.

  He grabbed the bunched-up material around my waist and yanked it off, pulling it down my longs legs and taking my heels as he went. He moved for my thong last, leaving me completely naked on his bed.

  I was the kind of woman that waxed, so my body was always in tip-top shape. I loved the way he looked at me, like he’d never seen a sexier woman in all his life. There must have been hundreds of gorgeous women before me, but like they didn’t matter, I was the only one he was thinking about.

  We’d done it missionary the last two times we’d had sex, so I
turned over and arched my back, showing him the prominent curves of my ass. I let him look at me from a new angle, seeing me in a way he never had before.

  His knees sank into the mattress behind me, and then his large hands moved over my cheeks, his thumb swiping across my asshole. “Fucking perfect.” His hands moved up my back to the back of my neck. He squeezed me harshly before he pressed his mouth to my slit and kissed me.

  Kissed me good.

  I closed my eyes and moaned, loving the aggressive way he ignited me instantly. It was rare for a man to have the balls to handle my cunt with his mouth, and Bosco didn’t hesitate for a second.

  He pulled his mouth away and moved up my arched body, kissing my other entrance.

  I moaned unexpectedly, shocked that Bosco would move to that territory next. I gripped the sheets underneath me, enjoying it but also feeling disturbed at the exact same time.

  “Every inch of you, from your mouth, to your pussy, to your ass, is fucking perfect.” He shifted back to the balls of his feet then abruptly turned me over, rolling me to my back with my head on his pillow.

  He moved on top of me, separating my thighs with his and pressing his throbbing cock against my wet pussy. His pretty eyes locked on mine, and he slowly ground against me, stimulating my clit with his impressive thickness.

  My hands moved over his chest, and I officially stopped thinking about anything remotely logical. All I thought about was this beautiful man and letting him have me. I wanted him to take all of me, to put me on his list of best women he’d fucked. I wanted to mark this bed with my shape, to leave my scent on the sheets so he would remember me when I was gone. I wanted to come around his dick over and over and not care what happened the following morning.

  He settled on top of me and then rubbed his nose against mine. “You look even more beautiful in my bed.”

  “More beautiful than all the others?” I whispered, my hand exploring the muscles of his shoulder.

  He kissed the corner of my mouth. “No contest.” He kissed the other corner. “And I knew you were jealous.”

  “Is this where you fucked that other woman?” One of the things I liked most about Bosco was his complete honesty. He gave truthful answers, even if you didn’t want to hear them. It was refreshing compared to the bullshit excuses other men made.

  “Yes. Right here.” He continued to grind against me. “This is where I fucked her and wished she were you.” He kissed me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “The moment I realized I needed to get you in this bed and never let you leave. The moment I knew I only wanted you.” He sucked my bottom lip again before he looked me in the eye, his eyes filled with lust and longing.

  Those words shouldn’t have made me soften, but they did. I felt my body relax into his sheets, felt my heart fill with more longing. His words weren’t some line to get me on my back, and that meant something to me. I wasn’t jealous of the woman he had just fucked days ago. If anything, she was jealous of me.

  “I love looking at you as I fuck you. You’re too beautiful not to look at.” He pointed his cock at my entrance and slowly slid inside.

  It felt so good at the moment that I almost didn’t stop him. Skin-to-skin with so much arousal between us, he felt like a godsend. He stretched me even better, my soft flesh enveloping his hardness perfectly. It was so good, my nails sliced his skin.

  But then I found the strength to resist. “Condom.”

  He held himself on top of me, his eyes narrowed on my face. “No.” He sank a little deeper.

  I bit my bottom lip because it felt so right, so good I actually moaned. “Put on a condom, or nothing happens.” This time, I pushed him in the chest, forcing him not to go any deeper. He was using my arousal against me to get what he wanted, but I wouldn’t let that happen. “Now.” I pushed on his hips, forcing his big dick out of me.

  He reached for the nightstand and grabbed a piece of paper instead of a condom. He handed it to me as he stared down at me, waiting for me to read it.

  “What the hell is this?”

  “I’m clean. Just got tested yesterday.”

  I narrowed my eyes and confirmed the date and the information.

  He took the paper back and tossed it on the floor. “I don’t need your papers. I trust you.” He pushed inside me again.

  “Whoa.” I pressed my hand against his chest, keeping him from diving deep inside me. “Just because we’re clean doesn’t mean that’s gonna happen. The only time condoms aren’t used is when—”

  “We’re monogamous. I only fuck you, and you only fuck me.” He thrust his hips hard, pushing himself deep inside me with a single motion. He pushed through my warm flesh and entered me completely, stretching me wide apart.

  I gripped his shoulders and moaned loudly when I felt him, his cock feeling so damn good I couldn’t even think straight. I was so wet, and he was so hard. Feeling him bare was so much better than the latex that separated us. I loved feeling his warm flesh, the distinct hardness of his girth. I loved feeling him in such a deeper way, so intimate, in a way I’d never felt a man before.

  “You’re mine.” He wrapped his hand around my throat without squeezing me. With a slight hint of rage in his eyes, he possessed me in every way imaginable. He took me in a way a man never had before. Buried deep inside me with a girth no other man could compare to, he was a man who conquered the unconquerable. “And I am yours.” He thrust into me deep and hard, sliding through my slickness and pushing through my tightness. He made me feel like a virgin, like he was breaking me in all over again. His cock stretched me deeper than any other man had before, making me clutch him so tightly it seemed like I would never let him go.

  I moaned in his face as he shook my body back and forth. “Bosco…”

  “Beautiful.” He watched me as he fucked me, his powerful body tightening and shifting with his movements.

  “Fuck me.” My hands dug into his hair, and I widened my legs so he could take me, stake his claim all over me. I’d never let a man inside me like this, and now I was glad I’d waited so long. Bosco was the only man who had earned it, had fucked me good enough to feel my bare pussy. “Take me.”

  His eyes darkened even more, and his jaw clenched like he was furious. My words turned him on so much, he wasn’t sure how to handle it. He rocked his hips harder, hitting me at a deeper angle so he ground against my clit at the same time.

  “Yes…” I grabbed his ass and dragged him harder into me. “Like that…”

  “This pussy is mine.” He smacked his headboard into the wall, making it clap loudly and release a thunderous noise.

  “Yes. Yours.” My head rolled back as I felt the fire burn in my belly. It grew bigger and bigger, starting from a small kindling and turning into a raging inferno. It burned me from the inside out, and then I came with a scream, yanking him deep inside me as I came all over his dick. Skin on skin, I dumped my arousal all over his length, soaking him down to his balls. “Bosco.” My arm wrapped around his neck, and I held on to him as I finished, getting cramps in both feet because my toes curled so much.

  “Shit.” He kept fucking me, pressing me farther into the mattress because he was moving at such tremendous speed. He fucked me harder than any other man had, pounding into me with the endurance of a racehorse. He clenched his jaw and remained in control, hitting me deep and forcefully without hitting his trigger.

  I wanted to come again, but seeing the sexy way his sweat coated his muscles and the strained cords in his neck made me want to see him dive over the cliff, see him lose himself in me the way I lost myself in him. “Bosco…come inside me.” I grabbed his hips and guided him inside me, slowing him down as my eyes focused on his.

  He released a deep breath, like he’d been holding it for minutes. His eyes darted back and forth between mine, and he thickened slightly inside me. “You want to feel my come inside you, Beautiful?”

  “Yes…please.”

  He clenched his jaw and groaned. “Fuck.” He gave his final pumps
then shoved himself completely inside me, releasing with a moan so loud, it echoed off the walls. He pressed his forehead against mine as he emptied himself, stuffing my pussy with every single drop of his come. “Jesus Christ…” Seconds later, he started to soften, his warm come sitting deep inside my cunt. He pulled his head away and looked me in the eye, satisfied but aroused at the same time. “You’re gonna have so much come sitting inside, you’ll feel it for a week.”

  I cupped his face and kissed him, feeling his softening length inside me. “Can I get that in writing?”

  It was two in the morning when we finally drifted off to sleep.

  He spooned me from behind, his powerful chest pressed against my back and his thick arm wrapped around my waist. Every time he took a breath, I felt it drift across the back of my neck and through my hair. He was still sweaty from all the fucking, his heat chasing away any hint of winter.

  It would be so easy for me to lie there until morning, but I had work to do and I didn’t want to stay over. Sleepovers felt too romantic, and while we had a deeper relationship than before, I didn’t want it to get more serious than that.

  I gently moved from under his arm and scooted to the edge of the bed.

  He didn’t move, but his powerful voice filled the quiet space of his bedroom. “If you think you’re going home tonight, you’re wrong. Get your ass over here now.”

  I froze in place, a little terrified by the anger in his voice. “I have to work in the morning.”

  “You think I give a damn?” He sat up and held me by the wrist. Aggressively, he yanked me back toward him, having strength that outmatched a bear. When he had me back in the center of the bed, he looked down at me, still just as angry as before. “I’ll make sure you get to work on time.” He lay down again, sighing in frustration at my attempt to leave. “Don’t pull that stunt again. It’s impossible to get in and out of this penthouse without the code—so don’t bother.”