by Penelope Sky
I watched her with my hands in the pockets of my slacks, unsure why she was sleeping on the couch instead of in the enormous bed with sheets that cost more than an average car payment. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before I leaned down and scooped her up into my arms. I cradled her against my chest as I carried her into the bedroom.
Her arms circled my neck, and she leaned her cheek against my chest.
“Why were you sleeping on the couch?” My knees hit the bed, and I lowered her to the mattress, my body rolling with hers slightly until her back hit the sheets. My hands pressed into the bed on either side of her as I held myself over her.
My shirt was baggy around her frame, but it rose up over her stomach and revealed a small amount of her piercing. She had an hourglass figure, big tits with a curvy waist. Her long legs were even better, going all the way up to her chin. She could wear a plastic bag, and she still would be the sexiest thing in the world, the most beautiful woman to lie in this bed. Her eyes were red and puffy like she hadn’t gotten any sleep despite how tired she was. “I was having a hard time sleeping.”
“So you thought a couch would be better?” I asked, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
“I thought watching TV would help.”
“There’s a TV in here.”
She grew frustrated with my interrogation and turned on her side. “Let’s have sex and go to bed.” She turned on her side and pulled the sheets to her waist, clearly tired.
I let her be and shed my clothes, putting them in the special hamper so my maid would make sure they were properly dry-cleaned. My shoes were tossed in there as well, so they would be buffed and shined. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I came back to bed.
She was out.
Her chest rose and fell deeply, the sound of her breathing slightly audible. Her entire body was relaxed like she’d been sleeping for the last few hours.
I lay beside her, naked because I assumed I would get some action before bed. I could still get it anyway if I wanted it, but seeing her sleep so soundly pulled at a heart I didn’t have. I lay beside her and stared at her back, watching her hair stretch across her pillow and reach onto mine.
I moved closer to her and spooned her from behind, my chest pressing against the t-shirt across her back. My arm hooked around her waist, and I pressed my face into the back of her hair, breathing in her scent mixed with mine.
She shifted slightly underneath me, getting more comfortable even though she was fast asleep.
I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, I was asleep.
I was awake before she was.
I usually woke up with the sun regardless of how late I went to bed. I’d never been a big sleeper, something that drove my mother crazy when I was growing up. I didn’t consider myself to be an insomniac; I just didn’t need sleep like everyone else.
I made breakfast then used my laptop to check on a few things. I was meticulous about my security, making sure all my accounts were properly managed and the security footage from the night before was clean. I hired men to take care of that, but I also micromanaged my world, making sure they didn’t overlook anything. Whenever someone missed their membership dues, there was no grace period. If anyone didn’t pay on time, their membership was permanently revoked—no exceptions. To this day, I’d never had a problem with someone not paying, so the system worked pretty well.
Her bare feet tapped against the floor as she came into the kitchen. I left half of my breakfast in the pan if she wanted to eat it, but when I heard the cupboard open and shut, along with the fridge, I knew she’d decided to have something else.
She joined me at the kitchen table, carrying a bowl of cereal. She looked tired because she didn’t get a full night of sleep. Her hair was still a mess, and she wiped the sleep from her eyes.
I watched her, ignoring all the invoices on my laptop. Whether she was caked in full makeup or she wore nothing at all, she was still hypnotizing. Other women could never pull that off, but she did it flawlessly. I shut my laptop because I decided she was far more interesting than work.
She ate a bite of her cereal before she looked at me. “I’m not eating fish again.”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. “Not everyone is crazy about seafood.”
“No, I love seafood. Just not for breakfast—every day.” She dug into her bowl and kept eating. “I need carbs. How do you work out and function without them? I’d be sluggish all day.”
“You get used to it.” It was all worth it when Carmen pulled me deeper into her, coming around my dick while her nails sliced into my muscles. She loved my body, was as obsessed with it as I was with hers.
“I’ll pass.” She kept chewing, eating the processed cereal along with the milk.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had cereal. It was probably when I was a child. “Did you still want to do that contract?” I was a man of my word, so I wasn’t worried about upholding my end of the bargain. It didn’t make a difference to me whether we did this or not. It was completely up to her.
She looked down at her cereal again. “Yes.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or annoyed. “Alright. Ronan will do it.”
“When?”
“I’ll talk to him tonight. See if he’s available.”
“You have to work again?” she blurted, her head rising to meet my eyes.
I detected the disappointment in her voice. When a woman was needy, it was the most annoying thing in the world. But coming from her, it was the sexiest thing ever.
She quickly looked away, trying to hide her confession. “You don’t normally work two nights in a row…that’s the only reason why I’m asking.”
“No, it’s not.” I called her out on her bullshit. “And I’m glad it’s not.”
She flicked her gaze up to meet mine, and just like she usually did, she adopted her brave look, her fire burning to the surface to combat my coldness. Anytime she was challenged, she rose to meet her enemy. She did the same now, hiding her embarrassment instantly.
“Yes, I’m working tonight. Come with me.”
“To the casino?” she asked, like that was the craziest suggestion I’d ever made.
“Ronan can do the contract in my office, and I can show you around.” I could have her on my arm, wearing a beautiful skintight dress so she would look like a trophy I’d earned. Wearing my diamonds and heels that cost ten thousand euros, she would look like the queen that she was.
And everyone would know I was her king.
“Uh…I’ll pass.”
I pushed the laptop away, my eyebrow rising. “I apologize for making you think you had a choice in the matter.”
Her eyes flashed in anger. “I don’t want to go, Bosco. I’m not meant for a world like that.”
Carmen wasn’t scared of anything, except for me and my underworld. “You underestimate my power. You can’t grasp it because you can’t understand it. There’s nowhere you can go, including the casino, where you aren’t safe. You’re coming with me—and you’ll enjoy it.”
She held my gaze but didn’t challenge me, understanding she would never win any of these battles.
“You gave me your complete cooperation for three months,” I reminded her.
“You’re confusing cooperation with obedience. They’re completely different.”
I stopped myself from smiling, always impressed by her quick intelligence. “Why don’t you want to go?”
“Why?” she asked incredulously. “You said all the members are criminals, murderers, thieves, rapists… Do I need to continue? Why would I want to be in the same room with a bunch of men I despise?”
“Because there are a strict set of rules that comes with their memberships. No one is armed. There is no violence. The dancers are off-limits. I run a very tight ship, and if anyone steps out of line, they’ll face the consequences. But no one steps out of line, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
She still wasn’t convinced, judging
from her hesitation.
“Beautiful.”
She sighed the second she heard the nickname.
“You have nothing to be afraid of. I promise.”
“Do you bring other women there?”
I wanted to pretend I didn’t so we wouldn’t have to talk about it, but my commitment to honesty forced me to tell the truth. “Often.”
“And they were fine with it?” she asked, not a hint of jealousy in her voice.
“Most of the women I bed want to go to the casino. They want the whole experience, my money and my power. The underworld excites them. My authority excites them. They know they’re untouchable under my arm.”
Her shoulders lost their tension when she heard that reassurance. “After being in that alleyway with those four men, I guess I’m a little paranoid…” It was the first time she’d admitted that night shook her up. She’d brushed it off like it was nothing, keeping up a brave front. I knew it bothered her, and now she was being honest about it. “I just don’t want to be in that position again.” When she looked at me, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, like the memory still disturbed her.
I never wanted her to feel like that again. I would never let anything happen to her—ever. Even if she wasn’t mine, I would cover her in my invincibility. “Let’s not forget who chased those men away—with just a few simple words.”
She set her spoon down and kept looking at me.
“As long as you’re with me, you never have to worry about a thing. I don’t know how many times I can say it, how many times I can prove it.” I was the most powerful man in this city, and that was something I didn’t need to say once—especially not more than once. She was a descendant of a powerful family that had a respectable reputation. The Barsetti brothers were formidable opponents, but frankly, they were nothing compared to what I had. Maybe if they’d stayed in the business, things would be different, but now they were two simple men with simple lives.
Carmen didn’t press her argument because she didn’t have one. “Alright.”
“We’ll leave when you get off work.” I carried my dishes to the sink then walked into the bedroom and to get ready for my workout. I pulled on a pair of running shorts and a white t-shirt. I wore different shoes for running and for lifting, so I started with the running shoes first.
Carmen walked in a moment later, her long legs peeking out from under my t-shirt. She watched me sit at the foot of the bed and tie my laces.
I sat up straight and met her look, unsure what she wanted to say next. There was nothing she could do to change my mind about my decision. She was my property now, and I could do whatever I wanted.
She walked toward me and stopped when she stood between my knees. Then she lowered herself to the floor and pulled my shirt over her head. Plump tits were revealed, along with perfect nipples. She had a large bust in comparison to her small rib cage. She was petite everywhere else, except for her perfect rack and beautiful ass.
She grabbed my shorts and boxers and pulled them down, revealing my throbbing cock. I was hard for her at any time, so whenever she was ready, so was I. She ran her hand through her hair and pulled it from her face. Her tongue swiped across her lips before she lowered her mouth to my head. She opened her mouth wide and took me in deeply, pushing me to the back of her throat.
I closed my eyes and moaned, my hand digging under the fall of her hair. I could feel her pulse in her neck, feel the muscles of her throat work to take me as far as she could. Now I didn’t care about my workout. I didn’t care that she needed to get to work. All I cared about was that pretty mouth tight around my dick.
I hadn’t asked her to do this. She fell to her knees on her own, pleasing me just because she wanted to. It was like the first night we were together, when she blew my mind with her confidence. She gave as much as she received, was amazing in bed—the best I’d ever had.
Her hair was all over my thighs as she moved, her tits dragging against my legs as she moved up and down. Her nails dug into me, and I loved the way she cut me without caring if I bled or not.
When I was soaking wet, she pulled her mouth away and scooted closer to me, cupped her tits in her hands, and pressed her cleavage line around my cock.
I moaned again, loving her slippery flesh against my dick. She had the perfect rack for a tit-fuck, and I’d been enjoying her mouth so much I hadn’t even considered that. My hands replaced hers, and I guided her body up and down my length, enjoying the way we slid together so smoothly.
She looked me in the eye, her lips parted as she breathed deeply with me. Her hands gripped my thighs, and she raised and lowered her body, sliding up and down my length from the head to the base.
I could have stared at the way my dick slid through her cleavage, but I was more entranced by her beautiful face. She had tits built for a man’s hands, so I held on to them tightly as I slid through the warmth of her tits. “I love your tits, Beautiful.”
“I love your cock, Bosco.”
A quiet moan came from the back of my throat. I pulled her closer to me then kissed her, my lips moving against her soft ones slowly. My feet pressed against the floor, and my hips bucked up and down, sliding through her saliva-soaked tits.
Her kiss was as good as her tits and pussy. Kissing had never been erotic for me, just a quick form of foreplay. But I loved kissing this woman, feeling our tongues swirl together. I loved sucking her bottom lip into mine and feeling her breath fade away. I loved swallowing her moans, loved devouring her in so many ways. “I’m gonna come, Beautiful.” No other woman tested my endurance the way she did. I could control my load during sex because I’d had so much practice, but this spontaneous move caught me off guard. Her tits made my knees weak, and watching this woman both hate me and want to please me turned me on.
“Come on my tits.” She spoke into my mouth as she kissed me, her hands gripping my muscular thighs.
“Fuck.” When I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, I lost my reserve. I squeezed her tits tighter and came, exploding onto her chest and underneath her chin. I kept kissing her as I moaned, enjoying an orgasm so good it was even better than coming inside her. My cock kept pumping until every single drop was released. I exploded all over her, coating her tits with my come.
She pulled away and looked down at herself, her body decorated with my seed. There was a noticeable line from her chin all the way down to her cleavage. Startlingly white and thick, it was one of the biggest loads I’d ever unleashed. She dragged her fingers down the stream and smeared it across her fingertips.
Then she brought it to her lips and sucked it away.
Jesus Christ.
Instead of enjoying my slow descent from my high, I grabbed her hips and threw her on the bed. I dragged her to the edge so her ass hung over the end of the mattress. Her panties were gone, and her thighs were wide apart.
It was my turn to be on my knees. It was my honor to please her.
And I did.
3
Carmen
When I stepped out of the elevator, Bosco was sitting on the couch in his black suit, his knees spread and his shiny watch catching the light from the TV. He leaned against the back cushion as he looked at his phone, typing a message with his thumbs. His chin was cleanly shaven, and the cords on the backs of his hands tensed and shifted with his movements. When his eyes lifted to meet mine, it seemed like time had stopped.
Deep blue and brilliant, his eyes were so cold they were actually hot. He looked exactly the same as he had this morning, aroused and possessive. As if the last eight hours hadn’t passed, he seemed to pick up exactly where we left off. “I’m ready when you are.”
I stood in the center of the living room, forgetting to move because his stare was strong enough to keep me in place. I wasn’t sure what I expected from him, and the longer I stood there, the more obvious I made it that I wanted something from him.
Like a kiss.
My legs finally moved, and I walked into the bedroom. A black and g
old dress had been placed on the bed, along with the heels he wanted me to wear. A necklace of real diamonds was beside it, along with earrings that were worth more than a new car.
Everything was beautiful, far more beautiful than anything I’d ever worn in my life. I would walk into the casino wearing hundreds of thousands of dollars. I stripped off my casual outfit of jeans and a sweater and pulled on the short dress. It reached slightly past my thighs, clinging to the deep curves of my waist, and stretching across my bust. It had a deep cut in the front, showing a cleavage line Bosco would stare at often. The earrings and necklace came next, followed by the heels.
When I looked in the mirror in the bathroom, I fixed my hair and refreshed my makeup, knowing Bosco would want me to look my absolute best. I walked back into the living room, my heels tapping against the hardwood floor as I made my entrance to Bosco.
He was on his phone again, and this time, he slipped it into his pocket before he looked at me. His gaze didn’t change at first. He still wore that indecipherable poker face, making him impossible to read. But once his eyes settled on me, they immediately changed. He took in my appearance with approval along with surprise. His eyes scanned my body, starting from my long legs in my heels, over my hips, and to my face and hair. He examined the jewelry I wore, the outline of my chest in the material, and then the lipstick color on my lips.
He rose to his feet and slowly approached me. His hands unbuttoned his jacket before he went to the belt around his waist. He undid it then unfastened his slacks. His pants slid down his legs and fell to the floor, his enormous cock on display. “Bend over.”
“You must like it, then.” I moved into his chest and pushed his jacket over his shoulders so it fell to the floor. I moved to his mouth to kiss him.
He refused to give me his mouth. With a searing look in his eyes, he looked so turned on it seemed like he was furious. His hand wrapped around my neck, and he squeezed me harder than he usually did. “Bend. Over.”
