Fucking hell, I’m like a man who’s lost his mind.
We’re in the shower together, fooling around, and only God knows what time it is. I know it’s well into the early hours of the morning, but I don’t know the specifics.
The only responsible thing I did was to send Marguerite a message letting her know we’d be back tomorrow. I didn’t want her worrying, and that also meant I wanted her to stay home and look after Timothy. Something I’d normally be doing most Saturday nights.
I feel like an ass, a slave to selfishness, a fool to passion because I can’t get enough of this woman.
I have Ava pressed against the smooth wall of the shower. I already fucked her against it, and my dick’s fucking hard again for her, hard just thinking about getting in her tight cunt again.
I want inside her, but I have to leave her lips, and I can’t.
I’m fucking crazy. That’s what. It’s finally happened. I’ve lost my damn mind from all the shit. All night, I’ve been trying to get to that point where I rein in control, but the siren has me wrapped around her claws. Delicate fingers that beckon me to keep taking.
I’m in charge here. She’s not supposed to want me. She’s not supposed to be enjoying this. She’s supposed to be debt repayment, but she isn’t, and it doesn’t feel like that anymore.
It feels real to me. She feels real to me, not like she’s trying to seduce me to put a hold on my control.
I test it by stopping. I stop kissing her and allow her to kiss me. She doesn’t even realize until seconds later, then she stops, and worry settles in her eyes. Worry that I’ll tell her the fantasy is over.
It’s not, and as she rests back against the wall and the light spray of water from the shower trickles over her, I take the moment to look at her.
Her angelic face, that long brown silky hair soaked with water running down her delicate frame. Petite with the perfect shape to carry those massive tits and her perfect ass.
She looks up at me with her doe eyes searching mine, hungry for me to fuck her again. I’m definitely going to.
I’m going to own that pussy again before the night is over and take her the way a woman should be taken.
I look at her tits, ripe, with the rose-tipped nipples hard, pleading for me to suck them.
I circle my finger around the right one, and she actually looks relieved, and aroused.
“I want these in my mouth,” I tell her, fondling both tits, giving them a gentle squeeze before I lower to suck.
I absolutely fucking love the sounds that come out of her. Those moans of pleasure make my dick hard and could keep me going all fucking night.
I work each nipple to life, loving the feel of them pebble harder in my mouth. The hard tip and soft flesh are the perfect combo for me to suck, and they’re so big I can’t fit the whole breast in my mouth.
It just makes me want more.
And more. I slide my fingers into her wet pussy. Wet from the shower water and what I’m doing to her. She’s always so wet for me. Always.
I crouch down as the urge to eat her pussy out comes over me again. I’ve done it enough times tonight. This here will be the seventh time that my mouth has gotten up close and personal, and my cock is ready to follow suit too.
She gasps and smooths her hand over my hair when I lick over her clit and suck on the juicy nub. What I want is to taste her nectar. I want her pussy juices to gush into my mouth so I can taste her. Taste the want I create in her. This from the woman who fears me as much as she wants me.
Fear…
She should be afraid, but part of me doesn’t want that. The part of my mind that tells me I should know better wants this. It wants this version of us where she’s giving more than her body to me.
I know she is, and that’s why I’m taking. What I don’t know is what I’m going to do about it when the sun comes up.
I chance looking up at her as I eat her out, and she looks at me too, her breasts jiggling as I move my tongue in and out of her.
“Vincent… ahhhh…” she moans loud. My name on her lips as she’s lost in pleasure is a sight to behold. “I’m coming.”
“Come, baby, let me taste you.” To pleasure her further, I tweak her nipples. That’s all I need to do to push her over the edge.
The gush of her delicious juice flows into my mouth, and I drink her up. I take everything, swallowing and drinking, then licking for more so I can milk her clean. I don’t want to waste any. She tastes just like she looks.
Like she wants me.
She’s panting, trying to catch her breath when I stand up and take her lips once more. I want her to taste herself on my mouth. I think she does. I feel she does because the moan that resonates from her lips is different to the others.
It’s fucking spellbinding, because I want her even more. I didn’t think that was possible.
She kisses me back like it’s the first time we’ve kissed, or like we’re lovers reunited after not seeing each other for years. It’s that intense, and I can’t take any more. I need her now.
I move away from her lips and try to reach for her, but she backs away playfully. It’s the sexiest thing ever. I almost blow my load and embarrass myself when her fingers flutter over the length of my dick.
Raw primitive need sparks inside me, mixing with the crackle of wild sexual energy as I watch her continue to stroke my length and my cock grows at her touch.
“Can I? Can I taste you too?” she asks.
Nobody ever told me that shyness was sexy. It is.
My gaze rivets to her, locking with her beautiful eyes, and right… just there—here she wouldn’t know that she has me right where she wants me. It’s fucking dangerous for a man like me. Nobody should have that power over me.
“Yes,” I tell her. I can’t believe I haven’t had that mouth of hers around my cock yet.
The doll drops to her knees and continues to stroke my cock.
She lowers her head, gripping the base of my shaft, and takes me into her mouth. The sight is consuming, and I have to reach out and place my hand on the wall to keep my cool.
She sucks me hard, giving me more of what I crave. Her tongue glides up and down my length as she sucks, and her hot, wet mouth takes me deeper and deeper. She sucks harder, and my balls tighten, then my little bellezza weakens me further when she releases my cock and starts sucking my balls.
Fuck… I can feel my release, and I want to be inside her. I feel like a selfish bastard as I reach for her and pull her to her feet. Like a fucking animal, I turn her to face the wall, grab her ass, and plunge straight into her hot pussy.
I start to fuck her hard and rough, just the way I like it. Her ass jiggles as I pound into her and our bodies slap together with the raw rhythm.
I know I’m too rough, but she takes it, and she loves it. My name is on her gorgeous mouth again. It tangles with her moans of ecstasy, which encourages me to take more and more. I do.
I fuck her until it drains me, and when I blow into her, I am drained. It’s like a bit of life force has been taken away, sucked away with the pleasure I sought so greedily to claim.
Her knees wobble as she tries to straighten up, and I catch her, slipping my arm around her midsection to keep her steady.
I know she’s tired, but I wonder if like me, she doesn’t want the night to end.
I run my hand over her wet hair. It’s then I see something I haven’t seen before. It’s a little scar just behind her ear, in between the top of her earlobe and her hairline. Very small and indented into her skin but there, visible when her hair’s wet.
I run my finger over it and lean closer to her ear.
“What happened to you here, baby?”
She pauses for a second, like she’s thinking of the right answer, then turns her head and smiles at me.
“Scar from my accident,” she replies.
I’d believe her if I weren’t who I am. I’d believe her if I didn’t know all that came with the darkness of my world.
That’s a cigarette burn scar.
I know what it looks like. I’ve made that mark enough times to know.
In that moment, I know too that someone did that to her.
Who would do that?
Who would hurt her like that?
I remember Mark saying she had a rough life.
Was that part of it?
She looks up at me with her tired eyes. “It was a bad accident. The scar looked worse years ago.”
“How long, baby?”
“Ten. I was sixteen.” The same sadness I saw earlier this morning and yesterday reappears in her eyes.
I sense that there’s something more I’m not privy to, and she was definitely crying for more than Mark.
Feeling her rest against me, I scoop her up and carry her to bed, where she falls asleep in my arms. I look at her cocooned in my arms and try to remember what she’s supposed to be to me.
A debt repayment… but she never felt that way to me.
As I watch her in deep slumber again, I wonder what her story is.
Would she tell me?
***
I sit by the window smoking a cigar, watching the city come alive. The Chicago skyline is right in my line of sight from this side of the building. It shimmers into view with the sun, waking like the rest of the world.
Ava is still asleep.
I look at the beautiful young woman wrapped in my sheets and ask myself for the millionth time what I’m going to do.
She can’t stay with me forever, and she’s too much of a distraction in a time when I should be more level-headed. I haven’t heard anything from Gibbs yet on the Bratva guys. It hasn’t been any time for me to form any opinions on what that means, but it does make me doubt myself. Like maybe I am just worried and more wary than I should be.
In terms of Ava though, she has to get back to her life, and I have to give it back to her.
When is the big question.
I think I’m addicted to this fascination I have with her.
Even when I try to keep it at bay, it pushes through. It’s going to get me in trouble. It already has.
My phone buzzes next to me. It’s a text from Salvatore.
You still here?
I text back:
I am. Come see me in five.
I drag on my pants and take one last glance at Ava before I leave the room.
This suite is one of the guest suites I’ve claimed for myself. It’s like a little apartment, so the bedroom is separate from the kitchen and living room. It’s one of the biggest, and since I claimed it, it really is basically mine.
When the boys first set the place up, they were always talking about each of us having a suite.
They do, but Frankie and I were the only ones who didn’t follow them. It was strange to them because when we were younger, we were the worst two when it came to sex and getting up to all kinds of shit with women. We couldn’t have been more terrible examples and were shocked to shit when the guys set up a sex club.
The biggest reason why we didn’t join in the venture was because Pa wanted us to be serious and focus on business. We did just that.
Salvatore gets here in exactly five minutes. He comes in with a smirk on his face he’s trying to hide. He saw me last night as I ushered Ava to the room. He was coming out of his room, which is down the hall from here.
He’s always here with Mimi, his wife, whether she’s pregnant or not. I can imagine them still coming here when they’re old. Nick and his wife, Mia, are the same. It’s just Gabe and Charlotte who seemed to follow the pattern I had with Sorcha, although they tend to come every so often.
I swear to God I shouldn’t know these things, but they tell me.
“Came to check on you,” Salvatore says, but his eyes are on the bedroom door. He looks back at me like he has something he wants to ask me but is holding off.
“Did you? Or were you snooping?” I smirk and sit down on the sofa.
“Both.” He chuckles and sits opposite me. “Can’t blame a concerned brother. Be worried if I don’t care, Vin.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I really did come to check on you. We haven’t spoken since the other day. I’m sure you could tell I was avoiding talking about business.”
“Yeah, I could. I didn’t really want to talk business then.”
“I was giving you space. This is probably the worst place to talk and bad timing, but Mimi and I are taking Skye on a little road trip to the countryside.” He smiles proudly, and I feel proud of the father he is. Skye is his little girl. She looks just like Mimi. Like a little fairy.
“Countryside?”
He chuckles. “That’s what she’s calling it. It’s a clever ruse to get me to drive to this little bakery she heard about in Ohio.”
“Christ, Salvatore, Ohio?” The man is a badass mobster, but that woman has him wrapped around her finger. There’s nothing on this earth he won’t do for her.
“Vin, I can’t say no to that woman. She drives me crazy, but I fucking love her, and she knows it. And now that we have Skye, it’s like I have two little women on my hands. Thank God the next one’s a boy. It’ll be some balance in my life.”
I laugh at him.
“So… my life aside, we’ll be away until Tuesday, and as your consigliere, I didn’t want to go without seeing you first. Didn’t want you brewing by your lonesome with shit on your mind.”
I take out the humidor and hold it out for him to take a cigar. He does and lights up.
“Pa’s furious as fuck that I want time to think about the alliance. To him, I’m pussyfooting and stalling.”
“Are you?”
“I don’t know. The crap with Mark didn’t help one bit, but that’s no excuse for me to stall on something that could change our lives.”
“Vin, I know you. You don’t just stall.”
“I know.”
“Anything else happen?”
“Dmitri came to see me at the office.”
Salvatore raises his brows. “Did he now?”
“To his credit, it was a decent visit. He even suggested coming here for a drink.”
Salvatore sighs and bites the inside of his lip. “You still feel the same?”
“Yes,” I confess. “I’m still wary.”
“Tell you what… Invite them to the fundraiser. That’ll smooth things over with Pa.”
That’s a good idea. Pa’s supporting the Children’s Society this year and he’s holding a party here in a few weeks. It’s one of his black tie events he loves hosting. Inviting Dmitri and Yuri to something like that would definitely be to my credit and get Pa off my ass.
“I like that idea, Salvatore.”
“It’ll work. In the meantime, we’ll do some extra digging.” He cracks his knuckles.
I feel like I should hold off telling him about Gibbs because I don’t want to seem paranoid, but there’s little point asking him to be my consigliere if I’m going to keep secrets.
“Salvatore… this is off record, so please don’t say anything to Pa yet or anyone else. I got Gibbs checking things out too.” I lean forward.
“You have my word, brother.” He nods once. “I won’t say a damn thing. I think it’s good we have a man like that we can call on. At least if he says he can’t find anything you’ll be more assured that our brat va friends are legit.”
“Thank you.” I’m grateful for his support and understanding.
The bedroom door opens, and Ava comes out with the sheet wrapped around her. Her eyes grow wide when she sees Salvatore.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” she stutters. “I just … I’ll come back later.” She backs away, going back into the room, her face flushed with embarrassment.
When I look back to Salvatore, I see he’s already looking at me.
“You like her,” he states.
“Do I?” I take a draw on my cigar, avoiding his stare.
“You do, and that’s a good thing. It’s a healing step in the right direction. No matter what happens.”
Maybe he’s right.
What might not be right, however, is me entertaining what I’m starting to feel for her.