I ran my fingers over his toned chest, and up along the width of his broad shoulders. God, shyness all but crippled me as I soaked in the sensation of him pressed against me. Could I admit what I wanted from him?
My nose traced the sinewy contour of his bronzed throat. “I don’t want to wait.”
Suggestion trilled through my voice. Vince was smart, I knew he’d catch on to what I was all but purring at him.
He stiffened beneath my palms. His hand stroked down my spine, curving down to cup my ass and pull me closer. “If you don’t want to wait, what do you want, Bunny?”
I just loved his nickname for me. It made me feel feminine and fuzzy inside, at odds to the tomboy I’d been my whole life; just one of the guys with dirt on my nose and a wad of chewing gum stuffed in my cheek like tobacco.
I summoned my bravery and wiggled closer. He was already deliciously hard, the stiff length of his prick ground against my hip through his slacks. “I want you to make a woman out of me.”
His mouth moved against my hair, his lips folded into a smile as he offered a soft laugh. “What a quaint way of putting it. I’m not going to make a woman out of you.”
“You’re not?” I pulled back with a sting of rejection piercing my heart. He held me fast.
Vince’s hand snagged my hair, reeling me back into his arms. “Not so fast, sweet little bunny. I will wine you, and dine you, and make the loss of that sweet little cherry an event. But afterward, I’m going to slam my dick into you and make you come as if I was your new God. Your pussy is going to fit my cock and only my cock. That’s what I will do to you.”
I gaped up at him, gasping at his vulgar words. I blushed over his sacrilege, even as my pussy throbbed with a sudden ache. God, my panties were ruined, filthy wet in an instant.
“Cat got your tongue?” His grin was smoke and mirrors, trying to hide the lewd curl of his mouth. But I saw straight through it, seeing the need which matched my own bubbling inside.
I shook my head, summoning my voice. “You’re so…so bad.”
His nails raked over my scalp as he bent me over his arm, sweeping me into him as if he were a force of nature. “I am, Kelly. And you don’t even know the half of it.”
How was a girl supposed to resist that? All the guilt that had been coalescing inside of me over what I wanted from Vince LaRosa faded as his mouth fastened over mine, sucking my moans from my lungs.
Had I been waiting, holding onto my innocence, for Vince since high school? Being in his arms felt right, and I ignored the pang in my gut as my brain reminded me this was short-term.
My fingers sank into his thick hair, holding onto him as he explored my mouth. I wanted to crawl all over him, lock my legs around his waist and combust again, just as he’d shown me how to do in the limo. He held me pinned against his body, both of us riding the forbidden lust surging between us.
Abruptly he pulled away, setting some distance between us. His eyes glittered like black diamonds. “Not yet, Kel. Not yet. Wine and dine, remember?” His breath was as ragged as mine.
I held his eyes as he stroked the very skin from his beard burn that he’d caused on my chin from his scruff. “Tomorrow, Bunny. Tomorrow I’ll give you every damn thing you want.”
The next day, I went to my friend Elaine’s house. She had an apartment in the city and I had Vince send the limo there.
I wasn’t about to endure Pops’s watchful eye as I walked out of his house dressed as I was.
Not that I was dressed like a slut, by any means. But I was toeing the line between risqué and classy with a bit of slutty thrown in. If I was being honest and critical of my appearance, I was leaning a little toward the ‘S’ side of that balance.
Elaine smiled watching me get ready. “Kelly MacNamara, twenty-four-year-old virgin. Dressed like that I wouldn’t be surprised to find you underneath the red lights.”
I ruffled a hand through my hair, ignoring her playful jab. “Oh, come on. If I were in the red-light district I would be able to afford to shell out for some bigger boobs.”
I glanced down at my rather small bosom. The girls didn’t look too bad in the form-fitting bodice that molded over them. I’d chosen a textured, one-piece white dress that borderlined on too short. With its high-low tulip hemline, it showed a whole lot of thigh while keeping my ass nicely covered. But there wasn’t a lot of material to play with. Every secret I might have had, or even a hint of flab, was sketched in flawless, Vestal Virgin white. I didn’t care. I already knew Vince was a very bad man. I was going to show him I could play at his game, too. Even if I felt like a virgin sacrifice about to be staked.
I snickered at my inappropriate thoughts. My nerves were getting to me, making me silly and ridiculous.
I whipped out my cell phone to text Vince and ask where our ride was.
Elaine lifted a brow at the rhinestone-studded cover. “Wow. This man has turned you into a full girly-girl. What’s his secret?”
His eyes, maybe. Or more likely the way he carried himself and talked to me. One thing he’d said, in particular, had been ringing through my head all day. Your pussy is going to fit my cock and only my cock. That’s what I will do to you.
My toes curled in the peep-toe sandals as his growl reverberated around my mind.
“Kel? You didn’t answer me.” Her smile turned mischievous. She knew exactly where my mind was. “What the hell are you thinking about.”
Just Vince’s…sausage. I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, wishing I knew what to do with my bangs. “Oh, I’m just wondering where he’ll take me tonight. The man has been full of so many surprises, I just have no idea what he’s got up his shirt. I mean sleeve! Wow.”
Elaine laughed a little. “You’re so funny. It’s alright if you’re wondering what’s up Vince’s shirt. Personally, I wonder what’s in the other direction on his body.”
While I hadn’t seen it, I’d felt it. I nipped at my lip. “Whatever is…there, it’s really big.” Nervousness fluttered in my stomach.
“Damn, rich, hot, and hung? You struck the mother lode,” she said with teasing envy.
I didn’t feel lucky. Not with the knowledge of how many deaths had occurred between our sides. Elaine was the lucky one. While she might still be trying to figure out her own love life, she didn’t have to worry that someone will pull up and start shooting out the windows of her parents’ house. “I don’t want to make this more than it is.”
I ran nervous fingers through my hair and then reached for the tube of lipstick Elaine had foisted on me. Daubing the color on my lips, I turned and struck a pose. “How do I look?”
“He won’t be able to keep his hands off you.” She leaned into me and gave me a tight squeeze. “Go get him. And later, after the sex glow has worn off, I want all the details.”
My phone buzzed as Elaine joined me in the elevator, riding down to the lobby of her apartment building. The black stretch limo pulled up to the curb out front.
Elaine whistled. “He sure does travel in style.”
“He wants to wine and dine me.”
“I wish my first had. I barely remember it,” she sighed wistfully.
The back of the limo opened, and Vince unfolded his magnificent body. My breath caught. He always dressed nicely, but there was something about seeing him in tailored black slacks, a pressed white shirt, and a suitcoat that could turn a girl to mush. He wasn’t wearing a tie, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing an appetizing hint of his throat and chest.
“That man is too fine for words,” Elaine muttered.
I couldn’t agree more.
Squaring my shoulders, I went to meet my fate.
“You look gorgeous,” I whispered against Kelly’s hair. She moved against me, swaying in my arms with every sinuous curve she possessed, lightly brushing my body. I’d sprouted a half-chub since she’d climbed into the back of the limo. An hour later, my dick still hadn’t gone fully down.
The sweet perfumed scent of her
magnolia-fair flesh tempted me, begging me to muss up the pristine perfection of her dress, and replace her fragrance with mine.
“I can’t believe you went through all of this trouble.” Kel stirred against me and lifted her face. The golden glow from the suspended lanterns bathed her face.
I spun her around the rooftop of my condo, listening to the click of her heels as we danced from one end to the other. I’d considered hiring a violinist or some other musician to play, but I didn’t want anyone else to intrude on our moment. Sal was on guard outside of the rooftop doors, but he was less of a presence and more of a constant shadow. Instead, I’d connected my phone to a portable speaker, and queued up a romantic Spotify list. The sultry strains of John Legend drifted around us, singing about how tonight we would lose control. Tonight, I could—and would—be a gentleman. But after, I would let the beast spring free.
“You should have the best I could do, Kel. Only the best for you,” I whispered against her ear. She shivered in my arms, her breath a hungry hitch in her throat.
I held her close as the final strains of the song faded away, leaving us in summer silence. We were in the center of the South Loop, but the traffic sounded far away. The stars twinkled overhead and created a panoramic skyscape, fostering the feeling we were alone in the city. Occasionally the wind ruffled her hair, creating drifts of auburn against her cheeks.
The fact that she wore white wasn’t lost on me. It was deliberately symbolic.
The squeak of door hinges and the soft chime of stemware announced the arrival of the chef I’d hired to cook dinner for us. I spun Kelly around, tucking her in my arms as the man laid out the domed dishes on the small, cloth covered table set up in the middle of the fantastic setting I’d paid to have erected. It was a slice of romance in the heart of an urban sprawl; Paris without the cross continental trip.
“Signore,” the chef said with a bob of his head. “Dinner is served.”
I nodded his way, and he gave a curt half-bow before slipping away as quickly as he’d come.
Cupping Kelly’s elbow, I led her to the table, ushering her into her chair. Once Dad had become an underboss, my mom had sent me to—as she called it—finishing school. Somehow, she’d had the sixth sense to know I would need polished manners in my future role. Back then I’d just been a thug. Now, I was a whole lot more. A little humpback of a woman had buffed out the blue-collar core and left a refined gentleman in her wake.
Kelly danced her fingers over the rolled cloth napkin. “I feel as if I’m in a fairytale.”
I took my seat across from her. Unrolling my own wrap, I shook my napkin out onto my lap and admired her from across the cozy two-seater. “That is exactly how I want you to feel. You deserve it.”
A bottle of white wine—a crisp pinot grigio from Verona—aerated in an ice bucket. I was still learning the ins and outs of wines but had a sommelier on call who kept my cellar stocked. She’d walked me through a wine pairing that was sure to make the meal I had in mind for Kelly be as memorable as the evening that would follow.
“Whatever that cook made smells amazing,” Kelly said as I poured us each a glass of the white.
I flashed her a half smile. “There might be a theme with tonight’s meal.”
Her brow arched in a sassy quirk. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm. You can lift the lid now.”
Curiosity got the better of Kelly as she pulled off the silver server covering her plate. Like the white she chose to wear, everything that went in her mouth, her body, was symbolic. I was feeding her a straight diet of Italian tonight: Italian wine, Italian sausage, and Italian dick.
She sat back and laughed. “Sausage, really? You’re so lewd.”
The chef had perfected my dinner scheme. I hadn’t wanted the classic sausage and peppers. Instead, he’d concocted a savory dish of bow-tie pasta, zucchini, and other vegetables, tossed with oil.
I raised my wine glass. “It’s a gift.”
Kelly laughed and raised her own glass. “What are we toasting?”
I leaned close, clinking the edge of the crystal against hers. “To you and new beginnings.”
Kelly sucked on her bottom lip before taking a sip of her wine. In the twinkling lights, I couldn’t tell if she was blushing. But by the way her lashes dipped, hiding her expressive blue eyes, I suspected she was.
“You’re too much,” Kel whispered. She fidgeted with her flatware.
“Why? Because I want the best for you?”
“Don’t fall in love with me.” Her statement caught me off guard. She raised her eyes to me. Her gaze was stricken, guilt and desire, passion and fear, flared in her eyes.
I didn’t offer her an answer. Only a twitch of my lips as I sipped my wine.
Love? I hated the word. Just like I hated the fighting between her family and mine.
But deep down, in the remnants of my heart before it became the twisted, black lump in the Executioner’s shadow, I knew it was far too late for me.
“I meant what I said, Kel,” I retreated, changing the subject, perhaps ignoring the L-bomb she had just dropped.
“You want the best for me?”
“Well, yes,” I said, taking a sip of food. “That, and you deserve this. I mean that you know. Those aren’t just words.”
“I guess that’s where you lose me,” she said, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. “I don’t feel like I do. Vince, let’s cut the bullshit. You could have any woman in this city, basically. Why me? I’m really not all that special. I’m just another girl from Chicago. There are tons of us. Others who don’t come with the burden of my family.”
I washed down my pasta with a sip of wine. The warm night breeze wafted a cloud of Kelly’s perfume my way. I kept my jaw tight, though.
The light from the skyscrapers around us sparkled, reflecting off Kelly’s eyes. In the darker lighting, her irises weren’t the sparkling clear blue they usually were. Instead, when she blinked they looked light brown, maybe even black, perhaps.
It made me wonder, if maybe, just maybe, Kelly had a dark side. I shook the thought off, but it stayed with me.
“Bunny,” I grunted, a little more cave-mannish than I’d intended. “You’re so fucking hot. I am fighting every bone in my body to not just jump across this table right now, bend your ass over, and fuck you until that ass is redder than that hair of yours. I know I can make you scream loud enough the whole city will hear you.”
Her plump lips, all slick and dewy with lipstick, rounded in shock. “Oh, God,” she moaned.
“But that’s not exactly what I’m talking about right now. The reason I truly believe you deserve all of this is something else. Your bravery. Your character. I know it’s not easy to be with me. I know that Greg’s little visit in the park was just a small sampling of what you’ve been going through. What you will go through this summer. And fuck, Kel, I know we started with a crazy proposition to feign this relationship. Well, I don’t think this will come as a newsflash to you, but there’s exactly zero fakeness in the attraction I feel for you.”
Her eyes were big as she stared at me, absorbing my words. She twirled the tines of her fork around a chunk of zucchini.
“It actually feels really good to hear you say that.” She paused for a moment, about to take a bite, then looked back at me. “How do you know there’s been more going on besides Greg?”
I cocked my head. My ego was out of control, but there it couldn’t be helped. “Oh, come now, Kel. I’m the CEO of Chicago. I have ears everywhere.”
“You’re so down to Earth. Makes me forget you’re such a big-shot.” She leaned forward, offering me a tantalizing view of her pert cleavage.
“And you’re so fucking sexy,” I growled. “Makes me forget I’m such a big shot, too.”
She laughed. “Shut up. On the other hand, you’ve always been this cocky, even since high school.”
I leaned back in my chair, and so did she. After we’d finished eating, the chef came out and cleared the pl
ates, and we sat under the stars for a minute, enjoying the last of the wine.
I stood up to go to the bathroom. Before I left, I leaned over Kel. Cupping her chin, I tipped her face up to mine. “Don’t ever doubt what you do to me,” I said. Then I kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her. I fucking ravaged her with my mouth. While Italian might have been for dinner, this Irish goddess was going to be my dessert. Every goddamn inch of her.
I pulled back and stared into her lust-glazed eyes. “Be right back, Bunny.”
Heading to the bathroom was all a ruse. I hadn’t wanted to jinx the evening. I’d stashed everything I needed in the cabinets. As I came out of the bathroom, I tapped the packet of condoms in my pocket. Not just one. Oh, no. After all these years, I don’t think I’d ever tire of indulging in her tight little body. I was ready to fucking go. From wine to bed, I had everything planned meticulously. I’d promised my little virgin I’d show her the world tonight.
That plan fell right the fuck apart when I saw Kelly. She’d moved and now sat on the tiny table in her white dress, her legs crossed. I had wanted to lead her to the bedroom, make it as comfortable as possible for her—and hell, I even had some blindfolds I was considering throwing into the mix.
But as I approached her virginal ass sitting on the wooden table with her hair blowing in the wind, all bets were fucking off. I’d be improvising from here on out.
“I’m adding this to the list,” I smirked as I neared her. My palms found the silky surface of her thighs. Mmmm, I fucking loved how short this dress was on her.
She uncrossed her legs, opening them up for me. It was a golden invitation, and I widened them. Settling against her, I hauled one long stem up, and she obliged as she wrapped them around me. “What list?”
I gripped her hips and yanked, pulling her flush against my cock. The table quivered beneath her as I pulled her ass to the edge, and spread her wide. “The list of things you do that can make me hard as a rock.”
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