by Jagger Cole
I blush. I lean upwards, and our lips press together softly. Then deeper and harder.
“I dreamt of you all the time,” I whimper. My blush grows darker. “But I think my dreams were… different than yours,” I blurt with a hot face.
Micheal growls as he grins back at me. His muscles clench. I gasp when I feel his cock throb hard against my back. “Bad girl,” he murmurs.
I moan softly at his words. I slide my fingers up and down his forearms as they circle me. He leans in and kisses me deeply. One of his hands cups one of my tits, and his finger gently circles the nipple. I whimper eagerly. His other hand pushes over my stomach down between my legs. I gasp softly when his hand covers my pink, tender pussy.
“Are you hurt?” he growls softly.
I shake my head, breathing quicker. “No.”
“I was rough.” He frowns. His body stiffens. “Fuck, baby, I was rough with you.”
“I liked it,” I moan. And it’s the truth. He didn’t hurt me, but he also wasn’t slow either. But I like what just happened a lot. I love that that is how he took me for the first time. I love that he couldn’t restrain himself and couldn’t stop himself from taking me like an animal. And I very much love how that felt when he did.
I turn to look at him. My face is hot and pink. My body trembles with a new wave of desire for this older, gorgeous man.
“I really liked it, actually,” I whisper breathlessly.
“You’re not sore?”
I blush deeper. “Maybe a little. But in a good way…” I trail off and moan when his finger strokes my lips. His touch is gentle and slow. But it sends fire through my core. His big hand cups my pussy between my thighs. His finger strokes up and down my slit, making me whimper. Making me wet.
“Micheal…” I breathe. I moan softly. “That… that feels so good.”
“Do you need me to make this little pussy feel all better?” He growls darkly into my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp.
His finger dips into me. I’m still so wet and sticky from our lovemaking. I’m so slick that his finger easily drags up and down my lips. He rubs my clit slowly. His breath is hot on my neck. His lips kiss a spot just below my ear that makes me gasp.
I moan as he touches me. He rubs my clit in circles, until I’m gasping in pleasure. His thick cock throbs against my back. His muscles clench around me, making me feel so claimed. He rubs me slowly, but it’s ceaseless. It pushes me deeper into pleasure. It makes my core tighten and my eyes roll back.
“Micheal…”
I’m so close to coming again. But suddenly, he pulls his hand away. He pushes me forwards, and I gasp. I fall across the bed on my hands and knees. He grips my ass and pulls it back to him, high in the air. It feels so lewd and wanton. But Micheal kisses the backs of my thighs, and I moan.
His hands grip my ass and spread me open. His mouth pushes between my legs. I moan when his tongue drags over my tender pussy. I am a little sore, even if it’s in a good way. But his tongue is like a magic balm. He gently licks and sucks my pussy. He makes me feel like a queen. His mouth drives me higher and makes me gasp for more.
I grip the sheets and moan into them. His tongue finds my clit, and suddenly, the pleasure is too much. I cry out when he makes me come for him. His tongue strokes my aching clit and I come so hard against his mouth.
Micheal’s hands slide over my ass and up my back. He growls deeply and kneels behind me. His hands close around my waist tightly, and I moan when I feel his throbbing fat cock press against my pussy.
“Oh God…”
He pushes in. I’m so wet and ready that his huge cock sinks to the hilt with one stroke. I gasp and cling to the sheets. I beg him for it, and he gives me what I want. What I need. His grip is strong, and his growls are thick with lust. He drives in and out of me over and over. His thick cock makes my pussy drip all down my thighs as he fucks me into the bed.
He’s taking me, like an animal. Like a man takes what belongs to him. Like a husband claiming his wife. The pleasure is overwhelming. The feeling of him taking total control and dominating me has me screaming in pleasure. He groans and ruts into me, pumping me full of his big cock. Until suddenly, I can’t hold back anymore.
I cry out when I come. My body shudders and I scream into the mattress. Micheal snarls and thrusts his perfect, thick cock into me. I feel him throb and pulse. His fingers dig into my skin. I moan when I feel his hot cum spilling deep inside of me.
He wraps me in his arms and rolls us to the side. He pulls the sheets over us and holds me tight. He kisses my neck and stays inside of me. And it feels so perfect as I slowly fall asleep in his arms.
I’m alone when I wake up. I frown, missing his touch and his warmth. I remember that at some point last night, we woke up. I remember him carrying me through the drizzling rain in the dark back to the house and up to his room.
That’s where I wake, in Micheal’s room, in his bed. Him not being with me makes my face fall. But there’s a rose in a glass on the side table. There’s also, mercifully, a mug and a carafe of what smells like good coffee. I sit up, and smile when I see the note: “Had to take a meeting and didn’t want to wake you. I hope last night lived up to the fantasy. It was harder than you know to leave you this morning. You look so fucking beautiful wrapped in my sheets.”
I blush deeply. Last night was even better than the fantasy. And that’s saying something, because I have had some amazing fantasies about him over the years.
I pour a cup of coffee and bring it to my lips. I inhale the scent and the warmth. I grin a big, silly smile when I think about what happened last night. I’ve fantasized about my hero taking my virginity for years. Last night, reality finally caught up with the fantasy. And it feels so damn good.
His bed smells like him. I smell like him too, and I like that. I’m sore all over, but I like that too. I like that it’s a reminder of him taking me. I like that the small bruises on my hips match the size of his fingers. I like that the soreness between my legs is because I gave myself to the man I’ve always wanted to give myself to.
My phone rings, breaking up my daydreams. I frown. I didn’t even realize it was here. Micheal must have left it for me in case I needed anything when I woke. I pick it up. When I see who’s calling, though, I shiver. It’s Pavel.
“What is it,” I mutter. I’ve never liked my uncle’s top advisor. In fact, I’ve avoided him as much as possible. He’s just insidiously snake-like. He’s also a massive creep. And he’s made his disgusting thoughts about me very clear on many different occasions.
Pavel chuckles deeply. “Is that how you greet old friends now, devochka?”
“We’re not friends,” I hiss. “And I don’t live in my uncle’s house anymore. Which means you don’t get to speak to me like this anymore.”
Pavel makes a tutting sound. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I snap. “What do you want?”
“A great many things,” he says. The disgusting leer in his voice makes my stomach turn. “Perhaps one day we can be alone, and I’ll show you.”
“I’m hanging up.”
He laughs. “No, devochka. You are listening. Your uncle needs your help. That is why I’m calling you.”
“My help with what?”
“Information.”
I frown. “What?”
“Information. On Micheal. On the Scaliami organization.”
I laugh coldly. “Are you serious?”
“Your family needs you, Katrina,” Pavel hisses.
“Micheal is my family now, remember?” I snap. “You married me off to him.”
“Kicking and screaming, I’m sure,” he growls angrily. “Please, Katrina. I saw the way you looked at him. The way you blushed like a maid when he took you as his bride?” He chuckles. “Tell me, little one, did you blush when he took you as a woman?”
My lips curl. “Shut your disgusting mouth.”
Pavel laughs. “It’s just some information. And we need you to do this.
Your uncle needs you, Katrina. You’re inside the house of the man in charge of our biggest rivals.”
I frown. “The Scaliami’s are an ally.”
“Yes, an ally with their foot on our fucking necks,” Pavel spits. “So listen to me. In your biggest suitcase, there’s a hidden flap behind the zipper. Inside, there are listening devices.”
I blanche. “No…”
“They are small. No bigger than a button…”
“I said no, Pavel,” I snap. “Goodbye.”
“Katrina,” he growls before I can hang up. The humor is gone from his voice. The way he snarls my name sounds like a warning.
“You must do this.”
“Go to hell, Pavel,” I mutter. “And I’m curious what Michael would think of his allies trying to put microphones in his house.”
Pavel growls dangerously. “If you speak of this to him, something bad will happen.”
A chill moves up my back.
“You know what I’m capable of,” Pavel hisses dangerously.
“You’d never get close to him.”
He chuckles. “Perhaps not. But maybe something bad happens to his daughter and her new husband? They’re on vacation, I hear.”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
“So much can happen on vacation, no?”
A cold fear sweeps through me. “Or I tell Micheal, and he kills you before you have a chance to hurt…”
“Or maybe I already have men watching them both,” he sneers. “Perhaps there’s a gun aimed at Bellamy’s head at this very moment. If you speak, you will kill her, Katrina.”
I want to throw up. I don’t even know if what he’s saying is true. But he’s right. I do know what Pavel is capable of: horrible, awful things. The glowing feeling from last night fades. Micheal’s heat leaves my skin.
“If you tell Micheal about any of this conversation, I will pull that trigger, Katrina. You know I will.”
“Please leave me alone,” I whisper.
“We will never leave you alone, devochka,” Pavel laughs deeply. “You are family!”
I shiver at the thought. “No, I’m not. Not anymore.”
Pavel sighs. “Do you think we gave you to Micheal Genovese?” He laughs cruelly. “No, little tease. We planted you with him. And do not forget,” he growls. “Remember what happened to his first wife, devochka. He killed her. Don’t forget that. Now, do as I say, Katrina. Then you go play with your new toy.” He snickers. “And if he has not figured out to how to please you yet, you come find me, dah?”
I stare numbly at the wall. I tremble.
“Do as I say, devochka,” Pavel growls. “If you don’t, it won’t be you I hurt. I’ll hurt him. I’ll hurt him badly, and I’ll have you watch.”
13
Katrina
I’ve always been good at keeping secrets. For years, living with my uncle, I’ve kept a lot of myself to myself. I’ve had to. It’s been necessary to hang on to who I am and not get sucked into my uncle’s toxic world of abuse and threats.
But this time, it’s different. This time, I feel awful keeping this inside. I know why that is, too. I don’t know when you’re supposed to say it or feel it. I’m not even sure how you’re supposed to know it. But I know what I feel for Micheal. I know this started as an arrangement. But he’s been in my head and my heart for years.
I’ve been in love with him for years.
That’s why it’s different. I’m not keeping something from my cruel uncle. I’m keeping something from the man I love. I have no idea how to tell him that I do, but I know what I feel. I know it without question.
But I can’t tell him about any of it. I have no intentions at all of doing what Pavel is asking me to do. But I can’t mention it to Micheal. I can’t warn him. Pavel was right… I do know what he’s capable of.
My uncle is a bully and an asshole. Pavel is a psychopath. He genuinely seems to enjoy hurting people. So when he threatened to hurt Micheal, or his daughter Bellamy or her husband, I don’t take it lightly.
I know I can’t run from the threat. But I refuse to give in to it either.
It’s dark when I wake. I glance at the clock and realize I’ve only been out for maybe half an hour. I grin to myself. The man has a way of making me come so hard that I can’t help but need a nap to recharge my batteries afterwards.
I’m in Micheal’s bedroom. I’ve actually barely left it since the other morning. But I like that. I like being holed up here with him. I can hear the shower running in the bathroom. Naked, I slide from the bed to join him. I walk across the room, but I stop at the fireplace across the bed.
On the mantel, he’s got an array of photos. Some are of him and other men in suits. But most are he and his daughter, Bellamy. She and I didn’t get a chance to speak at the brief wedding. But she seemed nice. She seemed kind.
I smile and look at the snapshots of their life together—single father and daughter. It looks like a happy childhood. My eyes move from one picture to the next. Until suddenly they stop on one. In this one, there’s a woman with the two of them. She’s got long dark hair, just like Bellamy. But she’s not smiling. In fact, she looks gaunt and haggard. Maybe a little vacant.
I peer closer. The voice behind me almost makes me scream.
“Her name was Maryanne,” Micheal growls.
I turn to look at him. He’s wet from the shower, a towel around his waist.
“Your wife?”
He nods. I won’t pretend that I don’t feel a spike of jealousy.
“Bellamy’s mother. That picture is from maybe a year before she died.”
“How…?” I frown. I shake my head. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”
My thoughts flicker to the awful stories I was told by my uncle and Pavel that Micheal killed his own wife. I look at this man, and I know there’s no way that’s possible.
His jaw tightens. “How have you heard she died?”
I blush. “I-I haven’t…”
He sighs. “Katrina, it won’t be the first time I’ve heard secondhand about your uncle’s bullshit. He likes to tell a different version, doesn’t he?”
“I’m not sure what…”
“He told you I killed her, didn’t he?”
I suck on my lip. Slowly, I nod. “He did.”
Micheal grunts. He shakes his head. “And what do you think?”
I blush. “I-I can’t imagine anyone doing that.”
“Do you imagine I’m capable of that?”
“No,” I say truthfully, without hesitation.
He smiles sadly. “Drugs killed her. Heroin.” He scowls. “Your uncle’s advisor…” Darkness clouds his eyes. “Back then, Pavel was a low-level dealer for your uncle. He’s the one that kept selling to her.”
My jaw drops. I feel sick. But my heart also breaks for Micheal. I may be jealous of this woman he had a life with before me. But hearing the truth of what happened is awful.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
He nods. “I went to kill Pavel, actually. But your uncle had already promoted him up through the ranks. It would have caused a war back then.”
I nod. I turn to look at the cold looking woman. “Did you love her?”
“Katrina…”
“I’m just asking,” I shrug.
Micheal sighs. “I may have loved the idea of her more than her, if that makes sense to you. Looking back, I don’t know what I thought or felt.” He smiles at me. “I love the daughter she gave me, though.”
I smile. He moves against me and wraps me in his arms.
“Does that settle the bullshit about me being a wife killer?”
I groan. I put my head against his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t believe it, I just…”
“You can ask me anything, about anything, Katrina,” he growls softly. “I’m open to you. You’ve…” he shakes his head. “You’ve stripped the armor from me.”
I look up. He leans down, and I close the distance to his lips with mine. I don�
�t know how I got here. I don’t know what twists of fate happened to bring me into the arms of the mystery man I’ve loved for years. But now that I’m in them, I never want to not be.
I want to tell him that I love him. But then weight of the secret I’m carrying is like poison dripping into the well. I want so badly to tell him about Pavel, and that he might be in danger. But I’m scared of what happens if Pavel finds out. I do know what he’s capable of.
For now, I let myself sink into Micheal’s arms. I lose myself in his kiss. For now, that’s all I need.
14
Micheal
“I’ll be right back.”
I groan as she slips from the bed. My hand darts out to grab her wrist. “I think you should stay right here.”
Katrina giggles. Goddamn I love that sound. It’s light and magical. It’s like sunlight when she laughs. I’d forgotten about this part of life. It’s not just that I went without sex when I gave up on dating years ago. I went without the intimacy, too. And that’s been gone from my life for a very long time.
Maryanne left me long before she died. I mean she was here, but not really. The intimacy was gone years before drugs took the spark from her eyes and the pulse from her heart. Ours was never a perfect marriage anyways. But it did give me my Bellamy.
This, whatever this is, feels different. This feels real like I’ve never felt before. It’s been a week since the pool house. For a solid week, I’m not sure I’ve left my bed, much less my room. I’ve had food brought up and left at the door. I’ve directed business over the phone. Hell, at one point yesterday I had to struggle through a firm discussion on territory boundaries with a few of my captains… all while Katrina bounced that tight little ass up and down my dick.
I know what this could look like. I know people could look at a man of my age and influence, and a girl Katrina’s age and see what they want. But I know in my heart it’s not like that. She may be almost half my age, and still so damn innocent. But there’s a wiseness to her. There’s an old soul in her that resonates with me.
