by Madison Faye
"I want to save her because this situation is fucked up," I hiss.
"That, yes, but also because you think you can fix everything that's broken, and you can't, man."
I say nothing, looking away over the dusky, muggy Las Vegas skyline.
"Maybe you're right."
Roman shrugs.
"But you're also wrong. Maybe I can't fix everything, but this?" I shake my head. "I'm not letting this happen."
"Dylan—"
"No," I growl. "Not her. I'm not letting them do this to her."
"Why?"
"Because I like her," I snap. "Because she fucking ignites something inside of me, and makes me feel alive like I haven't felt since before Afghanistan. Because all I want to do is hold her and fucking take her away from all of this shit!" I spit out, seething. "I mean fuck, man, you really going to fight me on falling for someone you shouldn't?"
Roman gives me a hard look, but then smiles begrudgingly.
"Just be careful," he grumbles. "Nico isn't someone to fuck with, Dylan."
"Yeah, well neither am I," I growl.
We both turn and glance out over the hazy strip before Roman clears his throat.
"They moved her out of that room."
My heart races as I whirl to him.
"What?"
"Well, Quinn moved her. She's up in the penthouse suite now, top floor."
I nod slowly. "Thanks."
"Don't make me regret telling you."
I grin, shaking my head before I glance at him. "And don't you mean Mrs. Moretti moved her?"
Roman turns to me, his face hard as stone.
"I mean Quinn."
He claps me on the shoulder. "I gotta run. Don't get caught doing something stupid."
"Likewise."
He grins as he flips me off. "Hey, get some rest, man. You and your dick have a big day coming up."
"Don't be jealous."
He chuckles. "You know I'm not."
He slides open the door to the hotel room and starts to step through, when he turns back to me, his face dark.
"What?"
He scowls, looking at the ground and I can almost literally see the wheels turning behind his eyes.
"What is it?"
"There's something else, Dylan." He looks up at me, his face tense. "Look, it's just something I overheard, and I don't want to tell you—"
"Rose?"
He nods.
"What?" I growl, my hands clenching to fists. "What about her?"
"It's about Vinny, actually," he says quietly.
"Jesus, Roman, spit it the fuck ou—"
"Vinny was Rose's uncle."
I freeze. I mean I literally freeze. My blood stops moving, my heart stops beating, and I forget how to fucking breathe.
"What?"
"He, uh," Roman looks away, his face grim. "He owed Gino a whole bunch of money I guess, and you know how they get with family taking on responsibility…"
"Please tell me you're fucking kidding," I growl, red clouding my vision.
Roman shakes his head slowly. "Vinny owed, and now Rose is paying it off."
Something breaks inside of me. Something in me fucking shatters as I put the pieces together.
I killed Vinny.
Vinny owed Gino.
Vinny was her uncle.
…And now Rose is paying the debt.
The pieces of the puzzle snap together, and a knife twists inside of me.
I killed Vinny, and because of that, she's being forced to do this.
…I'm the reason she's here.
9
Dylan
I don’t go find her in her penthouse, even though every part of me wants to. Every single cell in my body craves her, and literally all I want is to hold her, and feel her lips on mine again.
But I can't. I shouldn't have before, but now? Now it's a fucking train wreck.
I'm the reason she's here.
I know Roman didn't want to tell me, and I know it's probably tearing him up inside almost as badly as it is me, even if I brushed it off as "fine" when he was leaving. But it's not fine. Not even close. It's the farthest thing from fine I can think of.
I do end up prowling down to the old hotel bar and tearing open every single drawer and cupboard until I find something I can drink. It ends up being fucking candy-cane-flavored vodka, and it’s fucking awful, but it'll have to do. I storm back to my room with it, resisting every urge I have to drop everything and go straight to the penthouse.
Because I can't. I've fucked up her life enough as it is, and if I go to her now, there's no way I'll be able to hold back. There's no way I'll be able to say no to those lips, and those gorgeous eyes, and that sweet body that begs for my touch. There's not a chance I'll be able to stop myself from tasting much more than her lips this time, and I can't do that. I can't fuck her up more than I already have.
This is wrong. All of it is, of course — the whole situation. But me lusting after her is just as wrong. The booze tastes about like what I'd imagine Santa Claus's piss to taste like, but I choke back two shots when I get back to the room. I toss my t-shirt aside, drop onto my bed and lay back, bottle in hand, hating this whole situation.
The light tapping on my window has me bolting upright though. It comes again — this soft little rapping sound, and suddenly, my marine instincts kick into play. I slide from the bed and hover by the wall, narrowing my eyes in the darkness and listening. The knocking stops, but when I hear it start to open, every muscle tenses. It opens all the way, and when a shadowy figure slides into the room, I pounce.
Rose screams as I grab her, but I quickly cover her mouth and pull her tight to me.
"Fuck, angel," I hiss, my heart racing.
"You didn't know it was me, did you?" She turns in my now slightly loosened arms and smiles up at me. I grin and shake my head.
"Through the window? No, can't say I did."
She's in jean shorts and a white t-shirt, and she grins wider before she rakes her teeth over her bottom lip.
"They moved my room…" She trails off, her cheeks flushing. I can feel her body pressing to mine. I want so badly to feel so much more of her, but I force myself to let her go and step away, somehow.
Because this is wrong. Really, really wrong. I'm why she's here, and touching her, and kissing her, and everything else I want to do with her is just…
Well, wrong.
I move away from her and click the light on next to the bed before I make sure the blinds are closed.
"I wasn't sure if you knew about the room change," she says quietly.
"Roman told me."
She furrows her brow in confusion.
"Mrs. Moretti's bodyguard."
She does her best to hide the little smile that teases the corners of her lips, but I catch it. I catch it and decide that the next conversation I have with Roman about what he won't fucking admit has to be a lot sterner, or he's going to wind up buried in the desert.
"So, you're in the penthouse now." I smile thinly, trying not to look her in the eyes, because I know if I do, I might fucking lose it and just fucking kiss her. "How's the view?"
She rolls her eyes and reaches up to play with her chestnut hair, which is pulled into a ponytail and over one shoulder.
"Fine."
Her lip catches between her teeth again as the silence fills the room. It's such a different exchange than the last time we were alone together, but of course, she doesn't know what's changed.
She doesn't know what I've done.
"You didn't come," she finally says quietly, breaking the silence.
I shake my head. "No, I didn't."
"I thought..." She frowns and looks down at her twisting hands. "I thought you were going to show—"
"We can't do this," I growl, my voice tight and my brain fighting every single instinct my heart has to rush into her, scoop her into my arms, and kiss her until our lips are bruised.
"Dylan—"
"We can't do this, Ro
se," I growl again.
"We're going to do this, on camera, and in a few days!" she says sharply before her voice suddenly cracks. "Please, help me. If you don't, and if I can't do this, or if I'm bad when they film us, then they're going to hurt my sister."
"I...I can't," I grit through clenched teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up tight as I try to resist the primal need to touch her.
"You could yesterday."
I lock my eyes with her, my jaw tight. "That was different."
"What changed?"
"A lot."
"I don't care," she whispers, stepping towards me, her eyes so big and innocent and pleading.
"Please, Dylan. For me, please."
There’s something so pleading, and so fragile in her eyes, and when I lock my gaze with hers, I know I'm lost.
I know I'm always lost with her, in the best possible way.
She moans as I yank her against me and sear my lips to hers. I kiss her hard, pouring every single thing I've been holding back into it. She gasps, whimpering as my arms pull her to me fiercely. I push her back into the wall behind her, growling into those sweet lips as my cock lurches between my legs.
"Show me," she whimpers into my kiss, her hands clutching me tightly.
"What do you want me to show you, beautiful?" I growl, my hands drifting down her sides as my lips slide down her jawbone. She gasps, her finger slipping into my hair and crying out as my mouth moves to her tender neck.
"Anything you want."
The beast inside of me roars.
I crush my lips to hers, my tongue pushing deep in her mouth and swallowing her moans. I pull her hair free of the ponytail, letting it cascade over her shoulders as I groan into her lips.
My hands find the edges of her t-shirt, and I pull it up. She whimpers when I pull away, dragging the cotton shirt up over her body and over her head before I toss it away. I groan, my eyes dropping to her cute little tits in this plain white bra, standing there looking so fucking innocent. I mean how the fuck did I think she was a porn star?
I growl into her neck, my hands unclasping her bra and slipping it from her shoulders. I pull away, and my jaw clenches tight as my cock fucking throbs in my jeans.
Fuck is she beautiful. Delicate skin, soft, small breasts, pink candy nipples, and a trim little tummy and hips that beg me to take hold of them. She's panting as I kiss her, moaning so sweetly as I kiss her. My hands slide over her bare body, sliding up to cup her breasts. I dip down, and I when I wrap my lips around one of those hard, pink little nipples, I groan as my cock pulses between my legs. Rose whimpers, her hands tight in my hair as I swirl my tongue over her nipple.
My hands skim along the edge of her shorts, fingers teasing under the edge as I slip around to the front. Her button pops as her breath catches, and when I tug on the zipper, I feel her shiver against me.
"Angel, we really don't have to—"
She steps away, and before I can say another word, she locks eyes with me and slowly slides the shorts down over her hips, until they drop down her legs. My pulse roars in my ears, and she gasps as I reach out, take her hand, and yank her back into me. Her soft, almost nude body presses to me — her nipples dragging across my bare chest and her barely-covered, tempting little pussy so hot against the bulge of my cock. I can fucking feel how hot and wet she is, and I groan as I pull us back to the bed.
She's panting as I pull her into my lap, her legs astride mine. I kiss her fiercely, my hands exploring every inch of her sweet, soft skin. She moans when my cock throbs hard against her, and I groan.
…Yeah, she can feel me. She can feel all of me.
"Oh, God," she whispers in a husky voice, swallowing thickly. "What they were saying about you…"
She bites her lip and blushes. But as my hands slide down to her ass, I grip her tightly and grind her down onto me, making her whimper.
"They're mostly right," I growl.
She swallows, and when her eyes drag to mine, I can see the raw heat blazing there.
"Can— can I see it?" She quickly turns beet red, like she can't believe she's just said it. "I mean, just to see it, I don't mean to touch or anything like—"
"Yes, beautiful," I whisper, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her soft sweet lips. "You can see whatever you want, and we can do whatever you want. I promise."
She nods quickly, her eyes dancing across mine. I move my hands away from her with every intention of undoing my belt, but somehow, my innocent, untouched little Rose beats me to it. Her hands drop to my lap, furtively tugging on my belt and loosening it before pulling on the button to my jeans. My cock aches for release, tenting the front of the denim with a thick, huge bulge. Pre-cum wets them, my cock pulsing as she tugs down my zipper.
"Fuck, angel," I groan, the muscles of my abs tensing as she slips her hand inside and curls her soft, small, delicate fingers around my big, thick, rock-hard cock.
"Ohmygod," she whispers under her breath, her eyes going wide as her fingers feel how thick I am.
"I want to see it," she whispers, her breath coming fast.
She pulls me out, and when the full shaft springs free of my boxers, her other hand actually flies to her mouth as she gasps.
"Oh. My. God," she says quietly. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are hanging open as she stares at my thick cock, pulsing rock hard between us.
"That…" She shakes her head, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "How in the world…"
"Slowly," I say gently, smiling quietly at her. "You go slow, that's how. And not tonight," I add. As much as I want to fill her with every thick inch of my dick and empty every last drop of my cum deep in her sweet little cunt until it drips down her thighs, I will be taking my time with her. I won't rush her, and I sure as fuck won't hurt her.
But I will explore every fucking inch of her sweet little body.
My hands drop to her thighs and slide up her smooth skin. Rose whimpers, but her hand doesn't leave my cock as I move higher. My thumbs brush over the edges of her white cotton panties, making her shiver. I can see how wet she is — the panties soaking through and clinging wetly to her lips. My cock jumps in her hand, and she gasps a little when it does. Pre-cum beads at the tip and trickles down my shaft, and when it leaks over one of her fingers, she slowly starts to stroke up and down.
Fuck. Me.
It's heaven. Her soft hand is like fucking heaven as her delicate touch slides up and down my cock. My thumbs slip under the edge of those panties, and as I push them to the side, I groan deeply.
Fuck does she have a gorgeous pussy. So fucking slick and wet, so pink, and so ready for me. I drag my thumb up and down her velvety-soft lips, and when I do, she cries out, shuddering against me.
"How's that?" I growl.
"So good," she pants back. She loses track of stroking me as she loses herself in the feeling of my fingers stroking her soaking wet little cunt. But her hand grips me tight, and that alone has my head spinning.
I part her lips, and when my finger finds her clit, she loses it.
"Oh fuck, right there!" she whimpers, gasping as I roll my thumb over her clit. I swirl it over her, teasing her again and again and feeling her slick juices soaking my hand. I pull her right against me, her pussy right against the base of my cock as I tease her little clit mercilessly. Her wet, sticky honey coats my balls, dripping all over me and making me harder than I've ever been. Hell, I'm not even fucking her or anything, and this is already the single hottest sexual moment of my life.
And it's all because it's her.
My thumb rolls faster, and as I start to coax her higher and higher, I can feel her hips start to rock against me.
"Oh God, Dylan!"
"Come for me, angel," I growl into her ear. One of my hands grips her ass possessively as the other teases her clit to the breaking point.
"Make that pussy come for me. Let go and make that sweet little pussy come all over my big, hard cock."
She loses it.
Rose cri
es out, burying her lips in my neck as the orgasm shatters through her. She shudders, gripping my cock so tight in one little hand as her juices soak my balls. I keep teasing her little clit right through it, until she’s gasping for air and sagging against me.
"Oh holy crap," she whimpers, panting as she melts into me. My lips find hers, and when they do, she kisses me slow and hungry, her tongue tasting mine until we slowly come up for air.
"That was…" She grins this big sleepy smile, beaming at me. "That was incredible."
"Glad you came to find me?"
"Uh, yes," she laughs.
I kiss her again, and this time, I lose total track of time before we pull away, red-faced and panting.
"You should probably go," I finally say quietly. After all, this is the girl that has two armed guards outside her door. I can't imagine the ways Nico would lose his shit if he figured out she wasn't in there. And that has nothing to do with being scared of him or what he'd do to me, believe me. But it does have everything to do with what he'd do to her.
She chews on her lip, but she nods. She understands.
We stand, but her eyes drop to my cock, still pulsing rock hard between us, and she gasps quietly.
"Wait, but what about you?"
"Another time." I smile, leaning in and tasting those lips again.
"We don't have much time," she says quietly. "Before the shoot, that is." Her eyes burn into mine, her soft pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Fuck do I want her. I want everything from her. I want her on her back, legs wide and over my shoulders as I drive every inch inside of her tight, slick little pussy. I want her sitting on my face, riding my tongue as I make her cum all over my lips.
But her staying here right now is dangerous. And then, there's still the Vinny thing. Kissing her, and seeing her, and making her come like that took my mind off of it, but now it's back with a vengeance. And then I'm firmly right back where I was, feeling fucking terrible that I'm doing these things with a girl who's only here because of what I did.
"Can I…" She swallows, her eyes dragging up to mine.
You can swallow every inch, beautiful. You can get on all fours, raise that perfect, tight little ass in the air, and moan for me as fill you up to the brim.
