Chapter 10 TEN

Chapter 10 TEN
RYAT\]

I pull the covers over Jena and smoothen her hair. She looks up at me with half closed eyes and a small smile. She looks so thin and frail, like she'd break if not handled with care. She's not improved after all those years in a mental hospital and it makes me wonder what they were doing to her.
"Ryat?" She calls, her voice soft and tired.
"Yes princess?"
"Stay,” She pleads. The pain in her voice tugs at the last piece of my heart that is still alive. " Don't leave me alone anymore.”
I sit on the bed and gently stroke her cheek. She smiles, and leans into my touch, finding comfort in me like she always does. Like she always did before I sent her away.
Before long, her eyes fall close, letting sleep take over. I stare at her sleeping form, rage burning through my veins. Marcus had assured me that she'll be better after returning from the mental hospital.
She's not better.
She's fucking worse.
Before going there, she wasn't hostile towards other people, nor was she scared of anything or anyone that isn't me. She also looked healthier than now.
I gently tuck the strand of hair behind her ear, and kiss her forehead. I stand up, and exit the room, turning the lights off. It's past midnight and the house is quiet.
I wonder if Kira has gone to bed, or is still in the kitchen.
However, I don't act on my immediate instinct, which is to go find her, and fuck her like crazy. Especially after how she unknowingly teased me in the kitchen earlier.
Rather, I head to my office and decide to get some work done.
However, the only thing that keeps coming to my head is fucking my sister's best friend again.
The fact that she was in my kitchen, at night, dressed in a pair of tiny shorts and singlet which revealed the outlines of her breasts doesn't help my cock sit still.
She looked tempting enough to devour, and I had to remind myself who she was.
My enemy's daughter. The girl who is here to kill me.
I settle in behind my desk, and decide to do some work hoping it'll take my mind off Kira.
But it doesn't. It rather sends my mind to a world of fantasies.
One where she's naked on my bed, screaming my name as I devour every inch of her until there's nothing left to take. One where her pussy grips my cock again like it's scared of letting go while I pound into her pussy till her voice is hoarse from screaming.

I haven't been able to get her off my head. No matter how hard I try, the memories of that night come flooding my mind. How she screamed my name as I wrecked her apart, how she gripped my arm as her orgasm tore through her.
The more I work, the more I think about her. The more obscene thoughts settle in my mind.
After almost thirty minutes of thinking about Kiara and not being able to work anything, I finally shut my laptop
Needing a drink of water to get my mind off my sister's best friend, I head back to the kitchen for a drink of water.
However, I'm not prepared for what I see.
Kira is still there, sitting at the same spot where I left her. But something's off.
Her hand holds the spoon in a tight grip, her eyes are glazed over and her gaze seems to be fixed on something on the wall. I move closer to her, and notice that her eyes are blank and expressionless. She's staring but not seeing anything.
Her pink lips are slightly parted. She's so still, it's like she's a statue.
"Kira?” I call but she doesn't respond, nor does she show any sign of hearing me. I gently cup her face and stroke her cheek. "Kira?” I call again, my voice firmer this time.
However, I get the same results.
Fuck!
I don't know why, but I feel my heart race when I see her this way. It brings back old memories, memories which are best left buried. I gently caress her cheek, while my other hand threads into her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
"Kira?”I call again, gentler this time “Don't worry you're safe with me. You're okay.”
When she still doesn't respond, I do the one thing that comes to my mind. I lean down and capture her parted lips in mine.
Shoving my tongue in her mouth, I begin to kiss her slowly and gently.
I take my time to explore her mouth, and register the sweet flavor in my mind.
My original plan is to bring her back from her trance, yet I can't help but enjoy the warmth of her lips.
Ever so slowly, her tongue begins to work with mine, and her lips wrap around mine. She kisses me like it's her first time to do so, her tongue touching mine with hesitation.
The sound of something falling to the floor meets my ears. I assume it is the spoon, since her hands find their way to my neck pulling me closer into the kiss.
A moan slips from her lips. It's barely audible, but it's enough to send me crazy.
I remind myself that this is originally meant to revive her. But as her tongue dances against mine, I find myself getting lost in the warmth of her lips. It takes all of me to pull away and stare at her.
Damn! She's beautiful. Just like a that night.
Her gaze is solely onthe floor, her breathing slow and even.I place two fingers beneath her chin, and lift her gaze to mine. I stare deep into her grey irises and they seem to mesmerize me.
She quickly darts her tongue across her bottom lip and that little action pulls me towards her like a magnet, and my lips crash down on hers once more.
This time I don't do gentle.I explore her mouth, bitting, sucking and nibbling on her bottom lip with great urgency.
She doesn't hesitate this time around and kisses me back. Her hands wrap themselves around my neck once more, and I slid one of my hands to grip her waist.
She tastes like fucking sin, one I will commit over and over again. Her lips are soft and addictive, and so is the warmth of her mouth.
My cock tightens against my zipper as I imagine how her lips will feel wrapped around it.I slip my hand into her singlet and gently caress her bellybutton. She moans into the kiss, and my cock hardens even more at the sound.
Somewhere in my head, I hear the sound of the door opening. However, I couldn't care less about whoever had just come in. I can't tell if she also heard since she doesn't stop kissing me.
Fuck whoever it is!
"What the hell!" My sister's unmistakable voice breaks the spell we are both in. Kira pushes me away, and jumps down from the seat.
Chiara's gaze travels from me to her best friend and back to me.Shock can't describe the look on her face. She's glaring at me, but I couldn't care less.
I turn around and walk away from the kitchen without a word.
I need something to get my mind off Kira lest I go back there and fuck her in my sister's presence. My hard cock doesn't help the situation one bit.
I've never been one to do kisses, and I'm certainly not one to lose control.
But I just did.
I lost control and kissed Raul Hernandez's daughter. If my sister didn't interrupt I might have fucked her right there on the kitchen counter.
I head to my room and call Sofia to send me one of her girls. I've been celibate for a while then fucked her that night and haven't had sev again. Maybe it's just my hormones acting up, maybe it's the sexual frustration.
My phone rings and I pick it to see it's Marcus. "What do you want, Rozetti?" I snap, not in the mood for anything he has to say.
"I heard you took Jena to your house. Why wasn't I informed she was to leave the mental hospital today Ryat?" He questions.
I feel like shooting him between the eyes. If he was standing before me I certainly would.
"Firstly, it's boss to you,” I tell him. " Secondly, you transferred her guardianship to me, and that means you don't get to question me on what I do or the decisions I make regarding her.”
"I just thought it would have been good if I were there to, you know, see her.”
"I don't want you anywhere beside her so better keep yourself away from her.”
"But will you still marry her?" He asks. You can hear the hope dripping from his voice, and it makes me want to kill him. He is second in command to one of the other Dons, yet the power has never been enough for him.
He was ecstatic ever since his daughter was made my fianceè, and she was just sixteen then. If he has it his way we would have been married a long time ago. He didn't even hesitate before signing over full authority of her to me.
I hang up without bothering with an answer.
Do I care about Jena? Yes I do.
Ever since she became my responsibility, I see her the same way I see Chiara. But marrying her? I don't think so.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.
"Come in.”
The door opens, and a familiar face walks in.
One of Sofia's girls, Amelia, steps in with a smile on her face. The dress she is wearing falls to the floor the moment she pulls the rope around her waist.
She is stark naked before me but it's not her I see, it's Kira.
Her tits are full and large and fake.
I recall how Kira's look like, and even how they felt beneath my palm. So fucking soft and warm.
"Where do you want me boss?" She asks, caressing her tits ,and smiling the way she does at the casino.
Amelia is one of the few women I fuck, and she knows that I don't beat around the bush or do foreplay. She knows I don't do kisses and cuddling, and I always expect professionality.
"Lie on the bed. Stomach down, ass up,hands tucked beneath you,” I order, and she doesn't hesitate to obey.
I loathe any form of touching during sex and she knows that.

“But still yet you touched her.’

I shut down the voice in my head and stare at her as she lays on her stomach. Her legs are wide open giving me a clear view of her pussy.
I'm hard! But the problem is I'm not hard for her.
I don't find her body as appealing as it used to be. I don't have that urge to fuck her brutally like I always do.
Fuck! What I'm I turning to?
I move to the window and run my hands through my braids. I'm hard but not interested in fucking a woman who is not Kira.
"Boss are.... you alright?" Amelia asks, her voice as seductive as ever.
"Get out,” I snap, suddenly irritated, not interested in her, and wanting to be alone.
I hear footsteps, followed by a rustling sound, and soon the door slams shut .
I head to my bathroom needing to release some of this sexual tension. That's the only way I can concentrate or even get any work done.

Fuck!