"Call me Evee, or nor more… anything. You all can order pizza that will take three hours getting here."
Did I mention the present, yet silent Sylver is here eating with us?
"Your threats hurt deep. Why punish everyone for one of us unable to remove the stick in his ass?" Tommy says. Tank stops chewing, and Sylver nods. Tommy points his fork, "And stop your snooping, you are getting out of hand. If Boss knew—"
The timers buzzing on the double oven interrupts him.
"What's that in there?"
"Oh nothing really," My innocent eyes spear him and I begin to remove my apron. "What were you saying?"
"We will tell him you are on your period; you've been cramping and bitching all week. No one wants to go near you." Tommy's ideas are immature and crude but effective. Tank looks uncomfortable with this and Sylver has no expression, it's his norm. However, the timer goes off again after I ignored it the first time, and they all nod in agreement.
"Boys, I have wonderful things for you…" I re-tie my apron and pull out a tray of little Taralle cookies from the oven, placing them on the large island to cool. They are so perfect that I beam with pride.
"Mmm, mmm," my dramatization along with the aroma brings smiles from everyone, except Sylver, yet I am not finished. He is a mountain I intend to conquer.
I twirl to the behemoth ice locker we call a refrigerator, reaching into the cooling tray. I look over my shoulder to witness two stretched necks angled my way and one very serious expression staring at the hot cookies cooling. He's wondering just how much heat his mouth can take. Both my hands level the large platter I sit on the counter like a birthday cake, but this magnificent treat is so much more.
"Gentleman, I present to you, La Torta Setteveli, three men drool. Yes, including Sylver, "She made a fucking Seven Veils cake!" His baritone scratchy voice from disuse whispers.
"Not just any Seven Veils cake, I found a bakery from my hometown with online services, some ingredients like the type of chocolate I used for the glaze, mousse, and bar, are especially rare, not available here in the U.S. and the hazelnut for the cream."
"We thought you were ordering woman stuff, you know cause you haven't been home." Tank's guilty look makes him my favorite.
Watching happiness, vivid by their expressions, because of what I created, I warm to them. And most importantly, I know I've turned three killing machines into traitorous little boys waiting for treats. They would offer me Tomas' heart on a platter at this moment.
So, I'm just, "the girl" I scoff.
Days later I break out of jail while they are 'fussy mussing', over their King. The getaway takes me an hour as well as two hundred dollars, to first, convince a Lyft driver to travel a hundred miles to into the City, from Shawangunk Mountains, and second pick me up, before six am. I am finally on my way back towards my condo, three hours later because the driver picked up one of his regulars. Since our guests' drop off was next to the CVS drug store. I picked up personal items that the driver charged me another fifty for the wait.
He got no tip from me.
I truly miss Boss, stored away for the winter. Before I can make plans to pick him up tomorrow, I receive a text.
Tomas: Mi manchi tanto, devo vederti il più presto iccolo,” I miss you, so much, I want to see you as soon as possible.
Me: I just left.
Attitude… that I need to let go, it's been over two weeks since he hurt my feelings. I message again.
Me: I miss you too.
I wait but receive silence, hmm strange. The driver turns onto my street, and as soon as the car stops, I recognize the figure on my stoop. Tomas, he is here, for me, head bowed, hair wet, arms crossed on top his knees. How fast did they drive to get to me?
Unless my escape was a release. He most likely, watched as I left this morning and headed out directly after. He likes to chase. I smile, we are perfect together, cause I like to run.
He looks up, his smirk charming, and his focus just on me, maybe. What I call the Garko glare—intensely peruses the length of my body. I could melt into the sidewalk, though it is springtime in New York and winter is a big bully.
His large frame springs down the steps, with the agility of perfect health. Arms stretched wide he walks to me. He has lost a bit of his bulkiness, but he looks great his first time back in street clothes. Why is he not at home resting? I worry my abrupt departure forced the man from his death bed, to chase me into the city to my home. I hope so.
This is the first time I remember, calling the condo home. My heart fills, the place is not home, but you— Tomas.
In my head, I speak these words prematurely— for him to hear.
That you would humble yourself, wait for me, not knowing how long the wait would last. How could you know when I would arrive? How long are you willing to wait?
His outstretched arms fold around my body, his hold firm not quite crushing. I count the moments before he pulls away, holding my hands in his and he drops a kiss on my forehead,
"Will you come back to be with me?"
I walk back into his embrace and he plants soft kisses on my ear, and my mouth, kissing me deeply, I match his hunger. Not until I am breathless, does he leave my mouth, trailing kisses all over my face. It tickles a little. So, I giggle.
"Little rabbit how I adore you." The large man, bear lifts me into the air, swinging me as if I am a not a 5' 11" girl who loves pasta. Below, my purchases sit waiting for my decision.
"Inside or my limo?" he nods toward my bags.
"Limo." Did the stalker-ish ex-mob boss even need to ask? Tomas my Beast of a man is irresistibly contagious.
During the drive, I expect more of the same, heavy petting, warm kisses, aggressive groping, but I get nothing! Well, nothing but the glare and it's enough to send my pulse racing. I tug my eyes away, and note the seats nice leather with expensive detailing, the console above my head, with its numerous buttons, what do they do? Eventually, his glare calls me back into the abyss— the Garko glare. Yep, his singular attention never releases me.
"Is that your phone?" I ask.
"My phone is turned off."
Hmm, that didn't work.
"So, you seem well?" Chit chat I offer.
"While you were hiding in the house, the doctor came— he smirks— I have a good strong heart and excellent O2 saturation. He okayed me to run a marathon. No major organs were breeched during the fall."
"So, we are still going with the horse threw you into the prickly brush, story."
He nods.
"I told you this, when you asked again, yesterday before you disappeared, again. Nothing has changed." He smiles.
"Was that just yesterday? Wow, the time you know."
He smirks, again. I'm a Mensa member, and a cutthroat lawyer, small talk and bullshit are my second language, yet this man is killing me.
"Relax, would you like something to drink?"
Hell yes. However, my safety shields, rape-dar, and hostage-dar scream, "Hell to the no," to the on and off Mob Boss— slash 'suspect'— New York billionaire mogul. Suspect because no one knows exactly what has made Tomas a billionaire.
"No thanks to the drink." I smile
How do I plan to have sex with someone I am nervous to accept a drink from? We shall see.
"Ti ho volute dal primo momento che ti vedi." I've wanted you since first I saw you.
I bit my lower lip, holding a gasp, the heavy come-on phrase.
"Sognavo di te," I dream of you. "Every night."
His heavily accented Italian with, its unnerving, familiar, I miss Rome.
I shift on the soft leather seat.
"Do you want me as I want you, Evelyne?"
I nod and let go of my lip, and giggle… again. It's not even a demure, sexy giggle. Why can't I stop the giggle? Where is my seducer-dar shield, am I compromised?
Surely.
CHAPTER 25
Instructions From A Beast
Evee
Villa Linde's garden
s and stables bring new feelings on this day. Forever, they may signal a time I lost or the moment I conquered The Beast. Nervous does not describe my emotions. Run Evee.
I shake my head to myself. I will not run this day. My destiny awaits. Forever how long it lasts, I will have Tomas, tonight.
Marriage? Yes, I am reaching for it all.
Tomas' mood transitions, from elated—we made it to his bedroom, the front way without me escaping back down the stairs and out the front door— to dark, business is at hand.
My heart pounds.
His mood surrounds me caressing my body with each step he takes in my direction. Stalking me while I stand very still… afraid one wrong move might tip this emotional balance to… I don't know, maybe savageness?
Annoyance at dealing with my inexperience, wrath at my lying, and brutality just because I've seen that side of him. He watches me reading my thoughts. Can he see inside me... sure seems like it?
Posted near a wall, I have no room for escape— he learns well— his scent, cedar-wood, spicy, yet clean— inhale, and exhale— I am eased, somewhat. It does not remove 'Daniella' from the lion's den.
His fingers brush the hair from my face and trail down my neck above the first pearl button of my blouse. My nipples tighten, as they poke through bra and blouse. If I check myself, he will follow. The thought makes me blush. His gaze leaves my face searching for what made my face flush. I know the second he discovers them. His breath catches.
"Sei bellisima." He says directly to my erect bare nipples after ripping my delicate buttons in all directions. Wasting no time, and giving no apologies for my ruined silk, he pinches both nipples, one gentle, the next hard, testing me, as his eyes flow from my face to his two new toys. His other hand reaches for mine and guides it to his thick cock. I whimper needing to see it. I must wait… he holds his hand over mine demonstrating how hard to squeeze, the imprint behind his zipper expands. He releases himself from his pants and returns my hand to pump and apply pressure at the tip, just so. Assured I properly understand his instructions, he leaves me to it. My skirt lifts and his glorious hands knead my ass. Separating them with a grinding motion, stretched apart his fingers brush over my puckered anus. His long arms and fingers can reach around to my pussy from behind and he spreads my wet release over my anus. He goes back and forth, but, he doesn't enter me. I moan.
He releases my ass and switches to my front, between my thighs, and the hem of my skirt travels north until a brush of cool air touches the crotch of my soaked panties. He cups my sex, and my traitorous limbs part eagerly to offer him more access. The space I create is not enough, as he wedges his foot up against mine, pushing to open my stance wider. My balance shot he positions me to lean my weight into his unyielding body. Every breath, growl, and kiss is shocking, new, frightening, overwhelming.
Run Evee.
Yet my body craves for more.
The finger to my clit causes me to flinch. So, he hesitates.
"No don't stop. I...um."
He carries me to a large chair, crouches to sit effortlessly. As if, my weight has no bearing.
I say to him, "Ti penso ogni giorno. I think about you every day. I hated hiding from you. It was torture."
"That is because I have reached inside you. I am a part of you, as you are me. Reason and fear have no place here." He whispers in my ear. "Let go, Evelyne, I will take care of you."
"Si, I want to let go."
"Then do not deny what is between us."
"What is this thing between us?"
"Everything you came here for, but you want me to take it from you, to unburden you from, the truth… you are a wanton witch. This first time between us, it can only be what you permit. What will you give to me, Evee?"
I lower my head capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Thick fingers connected to wide palms grip me lifting me high and then down straddle his wide waist. My ass rests on his knees, and my knees hit the back of the chair. My skirt pulled up, fully wrapped around my stomach; the wetness of my arousal is easily seen. He attacks next three-fold; lips domineering mine;
left hand squeezing my ass,
and right hand using his thick thumb to stroke my slick clit.
"Oh" and "Yes," I whimper into his mouth. Moaning deep as his fingers burry inside my pussy. Yes pussy, no longer can I call it any demure names, not after the wicked sensations this man has caused. He thrums my walls, back and forth, intrusive, with come-hither motions. Embarrassingly, I hear wet squishy sounds coming from below, his ministrations revealing how sloppy wet I am. Quickly noticing me pull back, he speaks, "Don't hide your nature from me, little rabbit.
Give it to me.
I want everything."
Talk about a mindfuck,
He's inside my brain and there is nowhere for me to run, as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth biting down hard with his teeth. Thrusting harder, I realize what he already knows, I like it best rough. My body responds aggressively, arching high. He takes advantage of the room I've created between us, which opens space to move forward. My pussy now set against his stomach. His free arm snakes around my shoulders pressing me to fall and take his fingers deeper. I cry out as my hips jerk uncontrollably, and I watch the corded muscles in his arms strain as he continues to pummel them inside me and pull my orgasm from me. His bite to my nipple through my bra seals my glorious fate.
"Ohhh, I tremble, ohhh Tomas, fuck fuck, yes fuck yes, Tomas."
I come screaming his name.
Spent I slide to the floor at his feet, panting, satisfied.
"My bed," he growls.
I look up at him, the man can undo me with a look, a kiss, he has bound me with his fingers, now he wants to own me with his cock. There is no way I come out the winner, after this, my first experience will be in vain.
After he is done... with me.
What then?
Methheads Gone Wild came to mind.
I watch him unlace his shoes, take off his socks, hmm beautiful feet, too. Fuck. Don't get ahead of yourself, Evee keep in mind Tomas' Operandi, he works women like planned ops, chase, conquer, mark a victory notch on his bedpost and move on to the next city. He will ruin you and tire of you.
Words were spoken by an ally who lives in a hole, deep inside Tomas's mind. Once I had time alone to disassemble and recreate, every encounter with Tomas, our conversations, his family's small remarks here and there. The story—instructions for survival—awarded in secret, unbeknownst to my beautiful Tomas, his Beast told, sounds more likely true than false.
I'm betting our future on it.
Tomas now stood, naked, above me feet wide apart, in warrior stance, stroking his huge cock above my head. My mouth watered, classic drug dependency shit.
Dammit Evee, Focus.
But he is magnificent.
So, I make my move.
"You ask what I am willing to give you?" I pause for effect; the silence makes me nervous. But still with determination and steel grit. I push out,
"Everything."
I call to him. The other one.
"Force."
He stiffens.
"Be careful what you call me, Evee. Better to call me, Tomas."
Yet, in this very room during a different kind of conversation, he doesn't remember, Beast told me differently. My skin tingles, my body hot all over,
I chant to conjure— a man who terrifies me, to gain the man I crave,
"El Forza di gravità…
un Vento Forza…
del male Forza…
Beast,
Take what is yours."
Already on my knees, I bow my head to the floor.
Insecurity rises, this is a bit dramatic and I hope embarrassing laughter is not my end.
CHAPTER 26
If I Had Time
Tomas
I refuse to fuck this girl. However, I plan to see just how long she can kneel motionless at my feet, ass up, face down. What a good pet she could have become. Yeah, I am not fucking this
girl.
Not because of her Intel, someone's been shooting off at the mouth. Fucking Beast.
Not because of her crazy virgin innocence. She is a fool if she believes she can survive Beast.
But because she is pure trouble with an agenda.
Ever since I lost Celia, twenty years now I have coveted virgin pussy. Not saying I specifically seek it out. However, money, handsome looks, and charisma are all beacons to the innocent who are not… so innocent. And I do not need my shrink to explain the lure of an untouched body. I know what it is and what it is not. At least for myself.
What it is not,
is some insecure move against an innocent because I fear my manhood will be challenged by a more experienced woman. How do I know, because I enjoy fucking them all?
Experienced, strippers, escorts, and barely legal college girls who just like to fuck. I learned quickly, it's a generational thing. And yes, they love to call me Daddy.
On the flip side, what it is,
The virgins—always of legal age I might add— a taste of innocence, a flashback to a moment in time when everything was promising, ignorance was bliss. Time for me when I thought I had it all, love, family, wealth, and position. And in that youthful ignorance believed it would remain forever.
A time before the Beast gained equal footing with Tomas.
Does it defile my Celia's memory? Yes, maybe, but I cannot change, not now. I need to drape myself with Evelyne's innocence. I want her terribly. Physically she is all woman, with her soft skin, and ass length mane, yes mane— as thick as it is long. Speaking of long, her legs stretch and end at an ass made for handling, riding, fuck; I have spooned the night away with that ass.
A first glance.
I saw, in this gorgeous fucking girl an intelligence, a cleverness bolden enough to lead or bring down an empire. When I least expect it, she shocks the shit out of me. I've almost died involuntary chocking, twice from her antics.
Yet, taking a deeper glance, I detect emotionally, an immature girl leads. A girl with a cataclysmic temperament, which draws me in—possibly to my detriment.
Evee is special, I barely know her, and I can sense this, but immaturity is worn on one's sleeve. Her conflict, the waring in that intricate brain is within herself. Desire versus mission, the same as want versus need.
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