by Bianca Cole
Thank God.
“Did you get any sleep?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No chance.”
He smiles a panty-melting smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges. God, he’s handsome. For an older man, he is ridiculously attractive and so sexy in that bad boy, silent kind of way. “Come here, baby girl.” He holds out a hand.
I swallow thickly, as the nickname only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of me. I can feel my panties are soaking wet between my thighs, as I consider whether to go near him.
“I won’t bite,” he half-growls. “It’s two o’clock in the morning, and we could both use some sleep.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, wondering whether I should sleep in a bed with him. Surely, this is all a trick. He probably intends to get into my panties once I’m under the sheets. Our eyes meet, and for some unknown reason I’m sure that isn’t his intention.
Kane, with all his hard muscles, could take me against my will easily. He could stand up, throw me over his shoulder, and take me on the bed. I’d be powerless to stop him. Instead, he’s lying there doing nothing.
I step closer and he smiles again. A kind smile I never expected to see on his lips. I take his hand and he eases me under the sheets, before shifting to get under them himself. He remains on his side, gazing at me as he slowly brushes my hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. A gentle and tender gesture that makes me ache for all the wrong reasons.
I glance at him.
“Will you let me hold you?” he asks.
I narrow my eyes, unsure I want him to touch me. Not because of who he is, but because I’m sure my hormonal teenage body will react to him in all the wrong ways. I find myself nodding in agreement.
He shifts closer to me and wraps one strong arm around my waist, pulling me back against him. I freeze as I feel the throb of his long, hard cock against my ass. It takes all my willpower not to moan out loud. The fire he has lit inside of me burns more brightly, more fiercely, as I let him hold me tight.
The aching need between my thighs more desperate. It’s not a sensation I’ve ever experienced so strong before. I don’t dare move. His lips find the sensitive spot between my ear and the base of my neck, and he kisses me lightly. “Get some sleep, baby girl. I’ve got to be up early.”
I can’t even speak to ask why he needs to be up early. Not that it would matter to me, since I’ll be locked away in his room all day. I let out a shuddering breath and try to ignore the thickness pressing into my ass.
“Good night,” he whispers into my ear.
Fuck.
This man is making me long for him. I’m almost annoyed he didn’t try to fuck me. If he had, I wouldn’t be craving what he isn’t giving me. His thick length makes me tingle all over. I wiggle ever so slightly and push against him, feeling exactly how long and hard he is.
He groans into my ear and digs his fingers into my hips. “Don’t move, baby girl, or I’ll come in my boxers.”
I bite my lip at the thought of him shooting his load all over my bare ass. It sends an illicit heat sparking through my veins. Instead of keeping still, I grind my ass harder into his cock, letting his fabric-clad length push between my bare ass cheeks.
He growls a low noise that vibrates through my body, making my pussy even wetter. “Are you trying to make me come?”
I can’t speak. Instead, I keep moving. The need for this man out ruling any common sense. He groans against my skin, and I feel his sticky, wet precum soak through the fabric and onto my skin. I reach around to grab him through his boxers, giving his throbbing cock a hard stroke.
He grabs hold of my hips and turns me around to face him. Pure lust sparking in his dark irises as he stares at me. “No touching,” he growls, grabbing my hand and forcing it away. He shakes his head. “When it comes to me, I’ve got a very specific way of doing things. Ways that an innocent girl like you couldn’t handle.”
My jaw clenches at him calling me innocent. He is right, I am innocent and a virgin, but I don’t like hearing him say it. “I’m sure I can handle anything you have to offer.”
His eyes narrow. “I’m a rough lover and I like to dominate my sexual partner, baby girl.” He shakes his head. “I get off when I tie a woman up and make her mine. I like a woman to submit to me. I’d make you come so many times, you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”
A thrill races through me at the thought of being tied up by this handsome, brutal man. I’d heard of Dom and Sub play before, but considering I’ve not even had vanilla sex, I’m not sure it is something I’d want to indulge in. I swallow thickly.
“Is that something you’d want from me?”
I feel the heat racing to my cheeks at the question. “I-I have no idea…”
“Of course not, you’ve never experimented with that kind of sex. You’ve probably only had missionary sex like a good, innocent girl, is that right?”
I bite my lip, my body trembling against him. “N-Not exactly.”
“Tell me what you like,” he purrs.
I shake my head, becoming more embarrassed. “I don’t know.”
His brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
My stomach twists at the words on the tip of my tongue. “I’m a virgin,” I whisper.
Kane’s eyes spark fiercely, and he growls a low, animalistic sound that makes my whole body catch fire. “How is that possible?”
I bite my bottom lip. “I’m only eighteen…I-I just never—”
He silences me with his lips, clashing against me in a hard kiss. I moan into his mouth, as his tongue teases against my own, making me so wet my juices are rolling down my thighs. He’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before. My body is responding to him in the most pleasurable ways. My nipples are tight, my pussy is dripping, and my clit is aching to be touched.
He finally pulls away, making me whimper. I want to keep kissing him forever. I’ve never been kissed the way he just kissed me.
“Good night, baby girl,” he whispers, tightening his grip on my waist. “Don’t worry, I won’t corrupt a virgin. I may be a criminal, but I have some morals.”
His hard length is still throbbing and thick in his boxer briefs, pressing against my bare thigh. I can’t help but feel disappointed that he doesn’t want to fuck me. I nod and turn back over to hide it, as I’m sure it’s written all over my face. Kane’s arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me close again. His thick cock teasing at my ass and making me needier.
It’s ridiculous how safe being wrapped in this brutal criminal’s arms I feel. Slowly, the length pressing into me eases as he begins to breathe more deeply, signaling he has fallen asleep, holding me.
I should be scared and trying to work out how to escape, even though there is no escaping the Romano family. I shouldn’t feel safe in the arms of this man capable of terrible things.
As I rest here with his strong arms wrapped around me, I feel safer than I’ve ever felt in my life. The rhythm of his heavy breathing slowly makes my eyelids flutter shut and sleep takes me.
7
Kane
I wake with Jasmine in my arms and my cock hard against her thigh. I don’t normally let women sleep in my bed, but it felt so good holding her. A need to protect this young, beautiful virgin is ruling my actions.
She is lying on her back and looks more beautiful than ever. I was taken aback by her admission that she is a virgin. There’s no way I’m touching her now, not unless she really wants me to.
My intention was to play the long game with her. I’d intentionally pressed my throbbing hard cock against her last night to see her reaction and damn did she react. The intention was to get her to beg me to fuck her—until she dropped the bombshell that she’s a virgin.
I may be a criminal at the top of a powerful crime family, but I can’t take her virginity. She doesn’t even know me. Her first time should be with someone she knows and trusts. A man who cares about her.
As I lay here, staring at her, the thought
of any other man touching her perfect body makes me crazy. I have no right to deflower this woman, but it doesn’t stop my mind from running wild. I’ve never been so intoxicated by a woman’s scent, or the way she looks while she sleeps.
My grip tightens on her slender waist, as my possessive side rules me. Alex Cavino gave her to me and she’s mine, but it got far more complicated the moment she told me she is a virgin.
An innocent girl like Jasmine can’t handle my rough, dominating nature. Sex isn’t something I indulge in a lot, but when I do, it’s my chance to tie a woman up and make her so desperate she’s begging me for my cock. The thought of doing that to a sweet, innocent virgin like Jasmine makes my balls ache for release. I could blow her mind with the things I’d do to her and the way I’d make her feel.
I can’t do that to a virgin, though. It’s not right.
Jasmine shifts in my arms and her eyes flutter open. A confused expression flits onto her face, as she glances around the room and then our eyes meet. The recognition dawns in her eyes and she looks half scared, half lustful.
“Morning, beautiful,” I say, keeping my hand firmly planted on her flat stomach.
“Morning,” she mumbles, trying to shift away from my grip.
I tighten my grip on her hips and pull her close, kissing her cheek lightly. She blushes a deep red, and it makes me want her more. My innocent virgin blushing at a kiss on the cheek, the girl makes me so fucking hard.
“How did you sleep?” I ask.
The blush spreads down her neck, making me wonder where else it spreads, as she bites her bottom lip. “Surprisingly well.”
I can’t help but smile. Normally, I wake up feeling grumpy, but I could get used to waking up next to her.
It’s a dangerous thought. Rick is right. The way I inexplicably care about this girl I met yesterday is bad news. If anyone were to realize how much she meant to me, they’d use her against me. Not to mention, I’m old enough to be her father.
Although, I’m built like a man half my age. I’ve been complimented on how good I look for my age too, my Latin blood seems to help.
“Why do you have to get up early? What time is it?” she asks, blinking at me.
I smile down at her and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to a meeting and it’s six-thirty.”
Her brow furrows slightly, as she lets out a shaky breath. “What am I going to do?”
I shake my head and plant my lips against hers, kissing her tenderly. “Enough questions. Do you want to have a shower?”
She nods and shifts out of my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. I crawl toward her and place my hands on her shoulders, kneading the tension. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
She shakes her head. “Do you really need to ask me that?”
I sigh. “I’ve told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”
She gives me an incredulous look and then stands to her feet, walking toward the bathroom. I’m itching to take a shower with her, but I know how dangerous that would be. The moment I see her naked, I know I won’t be able to control myself.
My cock is hard thinking about it. The door shuts behind her and I hear the water run, giving me the sign that I can work out my frustration in peace. I pull my boxers down and fist myself in my hand, groaning as I think about how good her body felt pressed against mine last night.
Thick, pearly precum beads from my swollen head, dripping onto the bed and making a mess, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck. All the tension built over the past twelve hours is too much to bear. My cock twitches and throbs in my hand, as I think about Jasmine in the shower.
The water cascading down her perfect form and that round fucking ass that makes me harder than nails. I grunt, feeling my balls clench and tighten. I shut my eyes, picturing her opening those plump lips and letting me fuck her mouth. The image of kneeling down in front of me, eyes fixed on mine, as I grab a handful of her dark hair has more cum leaking from my dick.
The thought of her sucking my cock is almost enough to send me over the edge, but I hold out, grunting as I picture her tied to my bed. Her legs spread with my spreader bar and ready for me. The thought of her like that, calling me Daddy is too much, and I feel my balls clench.
“Fuck, Jasmine,” I growl, shooting my load all over the bed, the tension finally easing the moment I come.
A gasp by the bathroom door has my head snapping around. Jasmine is standing by the en-suite bathroom door in a towel, eyes wide and fixed on my cock. Her cheeks are flushed bright pink and her lips part in a way that tells me she’s turned on.
I stand to my feet, not considering that’s probably not the best idea. My cock twitches under her attention, and it remains as hard as stone. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but she says nothing. Her eyes are still fixed on my cock, and it’s making me want her more.
I’m not sure how long we stand there. Her gaze glued to my package without moving, staring at it as if she’s fucking hypnotized by it. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink and her lips are parted, making me harder and harder.
Thick, pearly precum is leaking from the swollen head onto the floor in a long string. The sight of it has her licking her lips, forcing me to picture her wrapping them around me. If I don’t stop her from looking at my cock like that, I’m going to end up shoving it down her throat.
“Jasmine, are you going to stand there and stare at my cock all day?” I growl, grabbing the length of it to try to focus her attention elsewhere. “If you’re done in the shower, I need to take one.”
The sound of my voice snaps her out of the daze she’d fallen into, staring at my cock. “Sorry, I left my clothes out here.” She gazes down at the floor.
It takes all the control I have not to walk over to her and kiss her. She’s only wearing a towel. It would be so easy to rip it from her body and make her mine. But, the girl is a virgin. She can’t handle me.
I walk toward her, and she still hasn’t moved. Her eyes return to my face and she’s bright fucking red. The blush spread right down beneath her towel. It takes every ounce of willpower to walk passed her and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
The moment I’m away from her, I breathe a sigh of relief, resting my back against the bathroom door. My cock is hard again—so hard it hurts.
What the hell is happening to me?
8
Jasmine
A week has passed by since Kane took me away from my step-father’s club. To say I’m confused would be an understatement.
Kane Romano is a gentleman toward me when we’re alone, but the moment anyone else is around he turns cold. We’ve spent the past week together around the mansion, other than when he has to go and deal with mafia related issues.
Often, he will get a call while we’re chatting and his whole demeanor changes. As if anytime he has to deal with work issues, he’s a different person. I’m not sure how I feel about being his captive. On the one hand, I should be scared that he is forcing me to stay here, but deep down I like it.
Kane looks at me like no other man has, with a possessive hunger that makes me feel safe and cared for. Not to mention, I can’t get the image of him stroking that huge fucking rod between his legs and grunting my name, as he shot his load all over the bed. My thighs clench as I remember the image, feeling my panties get wet between my thighs.
The roar of the engine is the only thing between us, as I sit next to him in the back of the SUV. He hasn’t told me where we are going or what is happening.
In fact, he hasn’t said a word since we got into the car. For the first time since he took me off Alex, he’s taking me outside of the confines of his home. I’ve got no idea what to expect. The moment we left the privacy of his room, he was a different person—quiet and brooding.
I can’t believe I’ve slept so well in his arms every night, though. There hasn’t been a night I can remember that I’ve slept as well as I have with Kane. My childhood wasn’t exactly happ
y. I gaze out of the window, contemplating what will actually happen to me in the long run.
Up to now, I couldn’t bring myself to ask what Kane’s intentions are for me. We’ve been going about our days as if everything is fine, but I know this can’t be all he plans to use me for. If he intends to get me working in the sex trade, I’m not sure I can face it.
Kane’s hand closes around mine, forcing me to look up at him. “What are you thinking?”
I shake my head. “N-Nothing…” I bite my lip.
His lip turns into a whisper of a smile. “Tell me, baby girl,” he whispers.
That nickname sends shudders through my body. This man is so unearthly handsome, and I can hardly hold his gaze. I look down at my lap. “Do you intend to put me to work as a hooker?”
He makes an animalistic growl, startling me. I gaze up at him to see his eyes full of dangerous rage. “Are you insane?”
I shrug. “What else would you do with me?”
His hand closes around my throat in a way that should scare me, but it’s gentle and makes my panties wet the moment his skin touches mine. A mix of fear and lust flooding me all at once. “You’re mine, Jasmine.” He gazes into my eyes possessively. “Mine, forever. Do you understand? No other man will ever touch you,” he growls.
I lick my bottom lip, liking the thought of that. Before I can reconsider my question it’s out, “Are you going to touch me?”
His fingers tighten around my throat slightly, not hurting me, as he pulls me closer to him. “Do you want me to?”
I’m trembling as he holds me close, glaring into my eyes like a man possessed. “I-I don’t know… I think—”
His lips meet mine in a slow and tender kiss, making the need for him grow. I feel his tongue ease against my lips, forcing his way inside of my mouth. I let him inside, moaning into his mouth as he searches mine. This is the first time he’s kissed me like this since the first night, when I told him I was a virgin.