by Penelope Sky
I was her man.
She finally messaged me again. My place or yours?
I liked her choice of words, keeping her dignity as much as possible. She asked for what she wanted but did it with pride. One of my men will be at your door in three minutes. He’ll bring you to my place. Pack a bag. I put the phone down and kept reading, enjoying my scotch while I waited for Carmen to be delivered right to my door.
I met her downstairs and took her up in the elevator since I was the only one who had access to the code.
She was dressed in tight jeans, boots, and a black jacket. Her hair was styled, and her makeup was fresh, like she’d redone it before coming over.
I took the bag from her hand and placed the strap over my shoulder. I wasn’t a gentleman, but I didn’t mind doing things for her, making her feel desired and taken care of. It was only a minute to the top of the building, but my hands circled her waist and I kissed her, giving her soft embraces that teased her lips more than satisfied them. My hand moved to her hair, and I felt her melt at my touch, her breathing immediately changing and her muscles tightening.
The doors opened, and I grabbed her hand and guided her into my penthouse.
She looked around the living room again, the same mesmerized look on her face as the last time she was here.
I set her bag on the rug and grabbed the bottle I’d been pouring from. “Would you like one?”
“Sure.”
I filled her glass before I sat on the couch. I turned off the TV and closed the book I’d been reading. Once that was done, I gave her all of my attention, focusing my hard gaze on her, burning her with the intensity of my stare.
She stopped in front of the couch and pulled her jacket off before she tossed it on the ground. Then she removed her shirt and her jeans, stripping down to a sexy ensemble. Her lingerie was a matching set, lacy black panties and a see-through bra. She straddled my hips and sank down into my lap, her shoulders back and her tits in my face. Her hands moved up my bare chest until she gripped my broad shoulders. With her green eyes locked on mine and her hair framing her face, she said the sexiest thing. “I missed you…” She dragged her hands down my chest, her fingertips following the grooves in my abs.
I’d had a lot of women in my lap just like this, but none of them was as beautiful as she. My hands glided up her thighs until I reached her hips. I gave her a gentle squeeze, feeling the delicate lace of her panties. Everything about her was perfect, from the olive color of her skin, to the small muscles of her arms and stomach, to her large bust. “I missed you too, Beautiful.” I held her gaze as I said the words, meaning every single syllable. There was nothing sexier than watching this woman want me, than watching her wear her heart on her sleeve. I didn’t think it was possible.
I hoped this meant she’d changed her mind about her conversation with Vanessa.
Because I certainly hadn’t changed mine.
She sank deeper into me, pressing her tits against my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
My hands glided over her perky ass, my fingers feeling the lace of her panties. “This is the first time in my life I’ve bedded just one woman. I’ve been with lovely people, but none of them has had your special charm. Every time I have you, I want more of you. Instead of speeding up and finishing, I want to please you the way you please me.” I pressed the backs of my fingers against her cheek and gently caressed her soft skin, dragging my fingers down her neck. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.” I wrapped my fingers around her neck next, feeling her slow and steady pulse under my grip.
She leaned in closer to me and pressed her lips against mine, giving me a soft kiss as her fingers explored my short hair. She breathed into me gently, her lips quivering slightly with desire.
I kept my hand around her neck, loving the way I had complete power over this woman. Her hatred couldn’t defeat her desire. Her pussy still dripped for me, her thighs still opened for me. She would never try to leave, not when she settled into my body so easily.
I rested my head back and looked up at her, treasuring the sight of this beautiful woman on top of me. I’d had more women than I could count, meeting them at the casino, the strip clubs, or just on the street. The ones who knew me wanted me for my money and my power. It made them wet instantly. Carmen was different because she wasn’t impressed by expensive things. She actually disliked me, but she wanted me so much, she couldn’t stay away. That was how I knew this was real—and I didn’t want it to end.
“Never?” she whispered, referring to what I’d said a moment ago.
“Never.” I tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing more of her beautiful face. “You’re the only woman I’ve screwed without a condom.”
Her eyes flashed like that meant something to her. “I’m sure the other girls would have skipped the rubber if you’d asked…because they would have done anything for you.”
I didn’t want a woman who would do anything for me. I wanted a woman who didn’t need me. I wanted Carmen. “Not interested in that. I’m don’t like women who give up everything for one guy.”
“Interesting,” she whispered. “Because it seems like you want me to give up everything—like my freedom.”
“Yes. But you fight me every step of the way. I admire that.”
“You admire me for fighting you?” she asked. “You don’t want a submissive woman who does whatever she’s told? It seems like you would—because that’s what you’re always asking me to do.”
“I guess not.” I’d never given it much thought. Pussy was pussy. I’d sunk into different ones on a nightly basis. They were all wet, all tight, and all beautiful. But when I set eyes on Carmen’s beautiful pussy lips, I didn’t want to sample anything else. “I guess I want you. I want your attitude. Your spite. Your sass. I never thought I would want a woman like that. But then again, I’ve never met one—until now.” My hand slid up her back until I found the clasp keeping her sexy bra in place. My fingers unfastened it, letting it come loose around her perfect nipples. I pulled the straps down, removing the material so I could see all the angles of her round, plump tits. Both of my hands palmed them, my fingers swiping over her nipples. “I’ve fucked virgin pussy, but nothing like yours.”
Her hands rested against my chest, her fingers lightly touching my skin. She tilted her head at my statement. “I’m not a virgin, Bosco.”
“You feel like one.” She was so tight around my dick. She clamped down on me every time I was inside her, squeezing me tightly before she finally relaxed and allowed me deeper inside. Even when her body stopped clenching me, she still had the tightest cunt I’d ever had been in. “And you’ve never been properly fucked anyway, so you pretty much are.” My fingers moved to the lace at her hips, and I felt the material against my callused fingertips. Topless, she sat on my lap, her shoulders back and her tits pointed at me like they were on display.
She watched me for a long time, like she was thinking about something else. “So, what’s your plan?”
“My plan?” I asked, having no idea what she was referring to.
“With me. Am I here to entertain you for a while before you lose interest?”
I found it hard to believe I would ever lose interest in her. “My intentions with you are none of your business.”
“Oh, really?” she asked, challenging me with her clipped tone. “Because I’m looking for a husband and four kids. I’m getting that—regardless of your intentions.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. “You want me to give you four kids?”
Her hands dragged down to my stomach, her eyes never leaving mine. “No. But I’m telling you that’s going to happen regardless of what happens here. So hopefully, your interest doesn’t last too long. I know mine won’t.”
And just like that, she made me even more obsessed than I already was. Every time she put me in my place, I admired her. This woman had a good head on her shoulders, wasn’t afraid to show her ambition. She wanted a happily ever after a
nd wasn’t afraid to ask for it. “You’re fond of that young boy?”
Her eyes narrowed in confusion as she took a moment to understand what I was referring to. “Luca?”
I gave a slight nod.
“He’s my nephew. I adore him.”
“Your nephew?” I asked. “I thought he was Mia’s son.” From the information I’d gathered, he was the son of some deadbeat loser in America. Carter had nothing to do with that and hadn’t come into the picture until recently.
“He’s Carter’s son too,” she said, a fire burning in her eyes. “Therefore, he’s my nephew.” With a hint of rage in her eyes, she stood her ground and declared her love for a boy she wasn’t actually related to. “He’s a sweet boy with a heart of gold. Being around him only reminds me how much I want a son of my own. It reminds me how much I want to be a mom. I know I’m young and have time to settle down…but sometimes I want to skip to that final chapter in my dating life. I see what Griffin and Vanessa have, and I want that for myself.” A hopeless romantic, she wore her heart on her sleeve.
I would never give that to her, simply because I didn’t possess a romantic bone in my body. I wouldn’t take a wife, and I certainly wouldn’t love a woman. All I understood were power, sex, and money. Nothing else mattered. Having a family sounded like a joke. I had my brother, and that was all I needed.
She gave me a look of pity. “You don’t want that too? Someday?”
I held her gaze and never gave my answer—because I didn’t need to.
“That’s a shame.” She pushed off my chest and rose to her feet before she pulled her panties down her long legs. Her sexy slit was visible, her pussy lips hypnotizing. Naked from head to toe, she was stunning.
She moved back to my lap and pulled my boxers and sweatpants down, releasing my twitching cock from my clothes. He was thick and ready to go, knowing she was wet all the way through.
She straddled my hips and caught the head of my cock between her lips. Slowly, she sank her body on top of me, pushing my head past the notch in her entrance and all the way in. Deeper she sank, moving until she was sitting right on my balls.
I closed my eyes and moaned, still not used to how incredible this pussy was. So wet and tight, it was the best cunt on this earth. I couldn’t picture myself sliding through another pair of lips, not when this was the best there was. I could feel her warm wetness, the way she tightened around me initially and then released.
She breathed into my mouth, digging her nails into my shoulders as she tried to keep her moans at bay. She sat idle on my lap, just enjoying the feeling of my thick cock inside her. Her breath was taken away, and like she’d never had me before, she was overcome with the stark goodness. “Bosco…” We hadn’t even started to move together yet, and her body was already shivering as every nerve fired off under her skin.
I planted my feet against the rug, my knees far apart. My hands glided up her perky ass and across her smooth back, my eyes on her tits. I could feel her squeezing me harder than usual, could feel the tremors under my fingertips. “Beautiful, how do I feel?” I tilted her head and forced her to look at me, seeing the truth in her eyes so she couldn’t hide it.
“Perfect.” She ground against me slightly but didn’t start to move. Her arms hooked around my neck, and she rubbed her nose against mine. “You make me feel so…full.”
I slowly rocked against her, my cock moving through her wetness.
“You’re so big. So thick. So right. I’ve never…” She closed her eyes and started to move.
“Never what?” I pressed, my fingers digging into her ass.
She opened her eyes again, her lips parted with her deep breathing. “Never had such good sex.”
This wasn’t new information to me. I knew I was the best she’d ever had—because I was the best every woman had.
“Never had such a big man.”
I wanted to start fucking her, but I also wanted to hear every word she had to say. This queen was submitting to me willingly, telling me all the things I wanted to hear without asking.
“Never had such a strong man.” She fisted the back of my hair before she kissed me, her lips shaking with passion. She started to move up and down, pushing her slit over my dick to the base before she rose again.
I dragged her pussy up and down as I kissed her, burying myself deep inside her and making it my permanent residence. She came all the way over here because she wanted the action. She could have any man she wanted, but she kept screwing a man she hated. Her lips trembled for me, her pussy constricted. She reached the clouds and hit heaven when I was inside her, knowing no other man would make her feel this high.
A woman wouldn’t make me feel this high either.
I guided her up and down and enjoyed her fucking me, her sexy tits grazing against my chest as she moved. My feet pushed against the ground slightly as I raised my hips into her. I didn’t have to do anything at all if I didn’t want to—since this woman was doing all the fucking. I had the most beautiful woman in the world screwing me right on the couch, a woman who could have any man she wanted. With supermodel looks and the attitude of a queen, she was a woman a cut above the rest—but she was there with me.
She talked about her future husband and kids, not realizing they would never exist.
Because I would never let her go. Not now—not ever.
She lay on my chest, her tits pressed against me and her body weightless. Her long hair was everywhere, spread across my chest, my arm, and my neck. Her shampoo smelled like vanilla, and her perfume smelled like cherries. One leg was wrapped around mine, and she was completely at peace, her entire body relaxed as we lay in my bed together.
I stared out the window and to the city beyond, looking at the beautiful lights that shone in the darkness. Tuscany was just beyond, a backdrop of darkness because there were so few lights. I wasn’t tired because I was usually awake at this time of night, working at the casino. But Carmen was on a regular schedule, waking up early and going to bed at a reasonable hour.
My phone started to vibrate on my nightstand. It was Ronan.
It was probably important, so I shifted her off me without waking her, then got out of bed. I grabbed the phone and walked into the living room before I took the call. “What’s up, Ronan?”
“We’ve got a problem. Just found out one of the guys skimmed a chip.”
A chip in the casino was worth ten thousand dollars—basically nothing.
“The cameras caught him sliding it into his pocket, taking it from the dealer when he looked away for a nanosecond. Since it’s such a small offense, I’m not sure what to do. It’s not like he tried to clean out an entire drawer.”
I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, standing in my boxers and looking down at the city I owned. It didn’t matter if it was one chip or a million—he broke the law. “He goes in the ring.”
Ronan was quiet for a moment. “He’s got two kids.”
“Don’t give a shit. Everyone knows the rules. He was aware of the ramifications when he paid his membership.”
“Maybe we can just give him a warning—”
“No.” I clenched my jaw, furious that my brother was too soft for his own good. “Every crime is punished to the same degree. It keeps everyone in line. It’s the only thing stopping pandemonium from breaking out. If you want these men to respect us, they need to fear us. No crime is excusable. I don’t give a shit if he stole a penny or a million dollars. I don’t care that his kids will be orphans. If he gave a damn about his family, he wouldn’t have risked everything for a goddamn chip.”
Ronan didn’t have a rebuttal.
“I’ll take care of this if you can’t.” It was vital that this casino ran under my authority. I was known as a bloodthirsty psychopath—and that was how I liked it.
“I can—”
“I’ll be down there in ten minutes. He’s going in the ring. We’ve got another man waiting for his chance.”
“Bosco, the guy is in his fiftie
s.”
“Again, does it sound like I care?” If men wanted to fuck with me, I would fuck with them back. He would die for his stupidity, and I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. “No one gets a slap on the wrist. No one gets a warning. Stealing is punishable by death.” I hung up and ground my teeth together, annoyed Ronan didn’t have the balls of steel that I possessed. He was far more empathetic, especially when a guy had kids. Since we’d lost our mother, he’d been particularly sensitive to the matter.
But I didn’t give a shit.
Her beautiful voice broke the silence. “Everything alright?”
I turned to look at her, to see her standing in a t-shirt I’d left on the floor. Though the material was shapeless, it didn’t stop her from looking far sexier than she did in the lingerie she wore earlier. For a brief moment, I forgot how angry I was. “I have to go to the casino. I’ll be back in a few hours.” I tossed the phone on the table as I headed back toward the hallway.
“Is everything okay?” With sleepy eyes and a relaxed posture, she looked like she was ready to go right back to bed.
“No.” I picked her up on my way, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her back to the bedroom. I laid her on the sheets before I grabbed my jeans and long-sleeved shirt. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back before you wake up.”
“You want me to stay here?” she asked with surprise.
“Yes.” I pulled the shirt over my head and then got my jeans on.
“What happened?” she asked, sitting up.
“An asshole crossed me. Ronan is too much of a pussy to do anything about it, so I have to take care of it.”
“What did he do?” she asked.
“He stole a chip from one of the tables. Now I have to put him in the ring.”
Her eyes widened with horror. “You’re going to make him fight to the death for stealing one chip?”
I wasn’t in the mood for her opinions. I stared her down with a formidable look, warning her now wasn’t the time for her attitude. “It doesn’t matter if it’s one chip or a thousand. He knows the law—and he broke it.”
