“Yep, don’t you see the resemblance?”
I looked up at the TV. Connor McGrath, legendary MMA fighter and lucrative welterweight UFC champion, was trash talking his next opponent while the two of them were loaded onto scales. The pre-fight weigh-in was as much of a circus as the pay-per-view fights were.
Luca shook his head. “He doesn’t look like much of a Mic…I mean Irish.”
Kelly laughed. “It’s fine. I’ve heard worse and Pops says worse about you guys. His hair is kind of dark, but he’s first generation. The last time I saw him he didn’t look so damn big, though.”
“When was the last time you saw your cousin?” I let my presence be known as I walked inside.
Kelly jerked slightly and then turned, looking up at me with a smile which stole my breath.
“A few years, I think. He came by for Christmas right around the time he was injured.” Her brow puckered.
“Where is he fighting at now?” I glanced over her head. I knew about Connor McGrath. Shit, anyone who watched the news heard about Connor McGrath, the Irish-American hothead with a vulgar mouth, and who’d turned his shit talking into an art form. He was as rich as he was tattooed. Which was considerable. It was difficult not to look at the huge phoenix tattoo he had inked over his sternum, the wingspan stretching from shoulder to shoulder.
“Tomorrow night in New York. Woodley is finally putting his money where his mouth is.”
Damn, hearing Kelly talk about fighting was kind of sexy. How would she react to seeing all the violence up close?
That gave me an idea.
I stopped behind Kelly’s chair and ran my fingers through her hair. Crouching down, I brushed a kiss to the bridge of her nose. “Do you want to go see your cousin fight live? We can take my plane and be there in no time.”
Her big blue eyes widened, popping with excitement. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“But how? It’s sold out, it has been for months.”
I pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth. “I have my ways. Tomorrow we’ll hop a flight and go see your cousin. Trust me, Bunny. I’m not just a pretty face with a big cock.”
Damn the man and his ego. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like it. I was still giggling over his playful quip. But, I couldn’t deny he had both. He was hot as hell and he had a giant cock.
“How’s the beer?” Vince’s voice buffed my hair from how he had his arms around me. We stood on the patio where I’d lost my V-card. I would never be able to look at the Chicago skyline the same way again. Now, whenever I thought of home and gazed upon the familiar buildings, especially the John Hancock Center, I would think of Vince and how he’d owned me spread-eagle on a table.
I took another dainty sip of the Italian beer Vince poured me. “It’s really good. I do miss my Guinness though.”
He curled his arms tighter around me. “You didn’t mention why you are here early. Weren’t you working tonight? I figured you left early to meet with Crystal.”
His voice trailed off, and I sighed slightly. “I’m pretty sure Tommy fired me today.”
“How can you be fired from a bar you practically own? It’s named after you, for God’s sake.”
“That’s the question of the year. They don’t trust me with the books anymore.”
Vince went quiet. Did my worth in his ‘make Chicago whole again’ scheme plummet? I took another sip of the frosty beer. I wouldn’t dwell on it. This was all just temporary, and if Vince decided I wasn’t worth keeping around and showering with extras for the summer, well, so be it. I’d take what he did decide to give me and begin my life over.
Why did it feel like my heart was breaking at the thought? I swallowed the lump of tears growing in my throat.
He pulled me tighter, and curved me into his strong chest. “In that case, I think you should move in here.”
I stiffened instinctively. “Seriously? Move in?”
“Why not?”
I ran a hand through my hair and looked out over the skyline again as if the answer was written on the skyscrapers. “Why not,” I repeated back to him, more a statement than a question.
“Kel, I know what you’re probably thinking. It’s quick. Fuck, I know that. I agree. But I’m okay with it if you are. That is if you’re okay with many nights being like this past Sunday.” He took a long pull of his drink, a slight smirk spread across his face.
“What?” I chirped.
“What do you mean, what?”
“I mean, why are you smirking?”
“Oh.” His smirk changed into an outright huge grin. He brushed my hair behind my ear and whispered. “I was just wondering if your tight little pussy could handle my cock on a nightly basis.”
My body throbbed in reaction to his words “Fuck, Vince. I’m trying to make a big decision and you’re making me wet again.”
“Just like the decision about the lingerie. And it seems like that worked out pretty well. Right?”
Now I was the one grinning. “Wanna see?”
He spun my body around and pinned me against the balcony. “Wanna see? Hell, Bunny, I think you should put on a show up here tonight in front of the whole damn city.”
He planted a kiss on my lips and ran his hand up my leg until he was cupping my ass. I was quickly realizing my butt might just be his favorite body part to grab hold of. And damned if his grip wasn’t strong and sexy as hell.
“I can do that,” I whispered. “Which outfit do you want?” In my head, I was debating between a couple of them.
“Lady’s choice tonight.”
I ticked my fingers down the buttons on his shirt. “Are you sure you can handle that?” I’d brought my packages with me and piled them in the bedroom. Mostly because after the raunch-fest in the dressing room I knew I would be modeling more for him.
His hands gripped my ass and rocked me against him. His cock ground against my belly, making that wet ache between my thighs so much worse. “I can handle anything you throw at me.”
I tossed him a sassy smile. “We shall see, Mr. LaRosa.”
His hand cracked over my ass, making me squeal and bounce in place. “You deserved that.”
“I did.”
“Now go get changed.”
Damn, I love when he gets bossy.
I killed the rest of my beer and carried it into the condo with me. Leaving Vince to drink in the Chicago setting while I went about my seduction plan. There had been a sense of security when I’d flashed him with the photos. Now, he would be there in the flesh seeing, and touching, and critiquing.
The door to the security post was shut as I walked down the hall and into Vince’s bedroom. Like the rest of the condo, it was furnished in that understated style the uber rich favored. His bed was a dream, thick and cloud-like, and now overflowing with pink and black bags and boxes.
I rummaged through one of them, searching for the small box that held the negligee. This one was scarlet, the bodice was made of faux leather with long mesh sleeves, and a zipper that could be left open from my breasts to navel. It hid more than the first one, but it was still so naughty.
Finally, I found it and proceeded to wiggle into it. It was skin-tight, painting my skin in bold strips of carmine. I could appreciate my small curves in this. The way the zipper nestled between my boobs made the girls seem bigger. The lingerie came with a matching red satin shortie robe, and I swished that on.
I was just about to head back to Vince when I paused. Should I? Oh, why the hell not.
There was one other thing I’d picked up at the mall after Crystal let me loose. Rummaging at the bottom of the bags, I pulled out a pair of black furry handcuffs. I’d about died when I bought them, but now I was glad I did.
I planned on being very naughty.
I strolled through the condo. The security post was open and vacated. Which meant Vince had kicked Luca and Sal out for the evening. Making them roam around the hallway outside while we got our kinks inside.
Vince was
exactly where I left him, leaning against the railing and looking over his domain. The summer breeze, slightly cool from how high we were, ruffled my hair.
He turned and then froze.
I cocked my hip and twirled the handcuffs. “Pussy got your tongue?”
“Jesus, Kelly,” Vince croaked.
He was such a mighty fine specimen. All broad-shouldered and tall, looking so dapper and important in his suit. But his expression was pure caveman seeing something he wanted. It gave me a vicarious thrill.
I stroked the belt on my robe, pulling at it playfully. “I’m all wrapped up. Don’t you want to see what’s beneath?”
He pushed away from the patio edge and stalked toward me. I grinned at him, and just as he was about to reach me, I turned and ran into the condo.
“Kelly, get your ass back here right fucking now!” His roar flowed over me, and I almost panted at the idea of him running after me.
I leaped over the couch, keeping the huge leather monstrosity between me and him. “I didn’t say I’d make it easy on you.”
His whiskey-brown eyes blazed with heat, intoxicating me with the lust within. “You want to be hunted, little bunny?”
I pulled the robe open, showcasing my body in the skimpy bodysuit. “If you want this, you need to earn it, Mr. LaRosa.”
“Fuck,” he ran his hand over his mouth, hiding the fact that I’d made him slack-jawed. God, I loved it.
I fucking loved Vince LaRosa.
The realization nearly knocked me sideways. How had it happened? This was just supposed to be a quick fling. I’d always had a crush on him, and it seemed a good idea—at the time—to let him be the one to guide me into womanhood.
Somehow my heart had chosen a different path.
While I was distracted with my epiphany, Vince prowled around the couch. I moved, but I was too slow. He grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed.
“Got you,” he murmured against my hip. His fingers slid up the back of my naked thigh and squeezed my ass. It was hauled up, and he had the perfect position to spank me, which he took advantage of.
His hand hammered down hard, leaving behind a sting I felt even through the silk. “Bad, Bunny.”
I squirmed against him, half-giggling, half-moaning as he rough-handled me. “Let me go!”
“I don’t think you really want that,” he said. Vince carted me down the hallway to his bedroom like a prize. My legs kicked in the air, but all that earned me was another swat on the ass.
His arm swept all the bags off the bed before he dropped me on my ass in the middle of it. “I think what you really want is to be caught and tied down.”
I inched up the sheets. “What makes you think that?”
His fingers snapped out and grabbed my ankle, yanking me back toward him. He loomed over me with his hands planted behind my shoulders. “Those handcuffs, the way your breath hitches every time I spank you, and because I fucking want to.”
I shuddered beneath him. My nipples were diamond-hard points denting the fake leather of the lingerie. “Did you get everything you wanted?”
His hands roamed up my thighs, flared over my hips, and then yanked the robe the rest of the way down my arms. His face was a mask of wild urges as he stared up at me.
“Always.”
The husky promise in his voice had me moaning. I should be ashamed I was this turned on playing kinky sex games with Vince. I wasn’t. I wanted this. Needed what he did to me.
He crawled between my spread thighs and tugged on the handcuffs. “Give.”
I relinquished them and laid down. Ready for my punishment.
“Scoot up and put your hands above your head.”
I slipped my arms out of the robe and then wiggled up. I swallowed hard as I laid down, my head nestled in the pillow, and spread my hands above me. My boobs pushed up between us. “Once I cuff you, don’t you dare move them.”
The headboard was one of those padded styles, without any place to cuff me to. But I would be a good girl and obey. For now. His nails stroked down my inner wrist, and then he clicked the cuffs into place. The faux-fur tickled, but it wasn’t too bad. The short chain between the two loops ensured I couldn’t move my arms too far apart.
Vince sat back and stripped out of his shirt. “This is something I never thought I would see.”
“A girl tied to your bed?”
“No. You tied down on my bed. Just you.”
My pussy throbbed with desire at his words, and my heart went spastic with happiness. Maybe, maybe this was more than just a summer relationship for him, too.
Would I give up my California dreams for him? If Pops and Tommy hated him now, what would they think if we got married or had babies together? Would they hate my children because they loathed their father?
I didn’t let those thoughts sober me, not when I had Vince stripping for me. He made a show of it. He pulled his shirttails out of his slacks and showcased his ripped body and those lickable abs for me. I don’t know how he kept in such good shape. He was always working or with me, but his body was honed like a machine. My eyes traveled down his chest and melted over the trench where his hips and groin met.
“What does that tattoo mean?” He had what I guessed was an Italian word inked on his pectoral muscle. Half of his body was lined with a tattoo from shoulder to wrist; a tribal swirl of black and gray that made him look dangerous.
“Loyalty,” he said. “It’s really big in my life, in the family. Once you swear in, you don’t get out.” He unhooked his belt and unsnapped his pants.
I held my breath as he eased the zipper down. A dusting of hair which dared my eyes to follow it lower. I was riveted, and couldn’t look away. Even as his dark chuckle buffed my ears. “You look so eager, Bunny.”
I wiggled on the bed and begrudgingly looked away from the huge package hidden in his pants. “And I think you’re enjoying tormenting me!”
He shoved his pants down and knelt on the bed clad in nothing but his boxer-briefs. “You’d be right. I fucking love knowing you’re lying here with a wet pussy wanting nothing more than for me to fuck you.”
I sucked in a breath at his vulgar words. Unbidden, my thighs spread and hips lifted. “You’re dirty.”
“And you fucking love it.”
His strong hands shoved my thighs wide, and I whimpered as he crawled between them. His knees brushed my inner calves, and his hands stroked my legs until he shoved them wider.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Kel?”
I bit my lip as his fingers stroked down the seam of the sheer lace covering my pussy. He hooked the fabric aside, revealing my sex to his greedy stare.
“It looks like you’re about to eat me,” I whispered.
His nose nudged the crease of my thigh. “Do you want my tongue on you, Kelly? Do you want to come all over my face?”
My thighs quivered. “Yes.”
“Louder. Say it like you mean it.”
“Please, Vince, please. I want your mouth on me.”
His grin was victorious. His fingers spread my lips open, and I flushed as he stared at my core. “So pretty pink and wet.”
“Vince,” I moaned.
His tongue flicked suddenly against my clit, and I squealed at the white-hot burst of lust which shot through me. He was torturing me, trying to get me to move my hands so he could punish me. I knew that. Every time I shifted, he cocked his brow at me, daring me to break his rule.
Fuck, he was evil.
His mouth lowered and engulfed my pussy, sucking on the smooth lips. My body strained toward his face, eyes wide as he looked up at me over the curve of my pussy. It was erotically thrilling watching him go down on me, his attention never wavering from my face.
His tongue stroked around my inner lips, almost touching my pleasure button. When he finally found my hot little hole, I almost screamed as he thrust his tongue in deep.
“Oh, my God, oh,
my God,” I chanted. It was so good, but not enough.
Vince growled against my pussy, sending vibrations rippling through me. I arched against the pillows, caught in the riptide of ecstasy surging through me. His tongue was a stiff spear as he thrust it inside me, undulating back and forth from my inner walls to my sensitive slit and up to my clit. All that pleasure pulsed through me, funneling through my body until it built into a tangle between my thighs. I was right on the precipice, ready to tumble over. He knew it. Damn man, he watched me come apart with one final flick of his tongue.
I screamed, bucking beneath him as I gave him exactly what he wanted. I was delirious with passion, so much so that I didn’t realize I’d dropped my hand until I felt his hair glide between my fingers.
Vince lifted his smug face, glazed like a damn donut with my girl cream, and smiled.
Shit, I was in trouble now.
Victory.
Kelly knew she’d messed up the moment I locked eyes on her. Her gorgeous blue irises were glossy with desire and realization that I had her right where I wanted her.
“Oh, oh no,” she giggled.
“Yes, you broke the rule.” I flashed her a grin.
She squirmed beneath me as if she were trying to get away. Though it was half-hearted. I knelt between her thighs, my fingers tight on her hips, and urged her to flip over. Slipping off the bed, I grabbed a pillow and tucked it beneath her like a wedge. Elevating her lower half into a prime position.
She stuck her ass in the air, her stomach balancing on the pillow. Her ass just begged for me. When I’d told her I’d mold her entire body to fit my cock only, I’d meant it, and now it was time to make good on that promise.
I smiled, watching her wiggle her ass cheeks for me.
“I think you did it on purpose,” I said. I considered the gorgeous display before me. She was in the perfect position to get fucked, but I wasn’t ready yet. Though my dick was threatening to bust the seams of my boxers.
“I didn’t,” she whispered. Shyness layered her voice, and she tucked her face into one of the remaining pillows.
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