by Sienna Snow
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Penny
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"TAKE ANOTHER SHOT. It’ll help calm you down," Henna, my cousin, said to me as she set the third tequila shot in front of me.
We sat on the terrace bar of one of the outdoor restaurants at Ida. The cool breeze of the evening should have felt refreshing, but all it did was irritate me since I was sitting outside while the men took care of business.
"Aren't you the enemy? Why would Zack call you here? You work for his father."
Henna tied her long black hair into a ponytail and leaned forward with a grin. "Because you have two of the Lykaios brothers scared shitless. I don't think any of them have seen you so pissed off. And it wasn't Zack who called. It was Pierce."
I thought about it and sighed.
"I know you better than most people and you’re about to go into silent treatment mode. Which means you will brood and get madder and madder until you boil over and explode on Hagen.”
"Whatever," I muttered. "He’d deserve it."
She shook her head and grinned at me. “You’re so cute when you’re angry. Come on. Take another shot with me. It might cool your temper.”
She clinked her glass against mine and we did the standard lick, slam, suck of a tequila shot.
I let the fiery liquid burn down my throat. Immediately, with a gesture from Henna, another shot appeared.
"I think you're trying to get me drunk."
"No, I'm trying to get you to chill out before you head up to your penthouse in the sky and the man waiting for you. By the way, Pierce thinks you're going to retaliate by jacking up the price on your alcohol."
"It was a thought," I answered her statement. "But Hagen was right. I should have kept my mouth shut."
When Pierce had pulled me from the lounge, I was ready to fight. I was enraged that they would try to keep me from standing up for myself.
Then when he implied I was Hagen's weakness, my anger had disappeared.
I was still pissed that Hagen would have to deal with Kapok and send a message to his boss, but I wasn't mad at any of the brothers.
The role Hagen had played as Draco's enforcer wasn't something he'd chosen but had been selected for him. From the beginning, I'd accepted that there were aspects of his life that weren't comfortable or accepted by the public at large.
I knew he never wanted me to see the darker side of his life. And because I'd let my temper get the best of me, he'd had no choice but to show me.
"What to elaborate?" Henna asked.
Briana slid onto the stool next to me. "Let me do the honors. She called herself the Lykaios whore and nearly made Hagen's head explode."
"It was definitely not one of my better moments." I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sky for a few seconds. "My only excuse was that I am sick and tired of thinking I'm helpless and letting people dictate my life. So, I decided to stand up for myself."
"Yeah, against a man tied to a Ukrainian mobster. That isn't someone you handle alone, no matter what your pride tells you."
"Wait. You left that part out." Henna and Briana shared a look. "Didn't you learn anything from the incident with that douchebag in Indonesia?"
"Apparently not," Briana muttered. "I came here to help protect your ass, and that means following the rules we set up. One of the most important being ‘do not antagonize mobsters.’"
"I swear, Penny. You are so hard-headed." Henna glared at me. "Bri and the girls can only do so much. With Dara wanting you out of the picture, you have to be smart and not let emotions get in the way."
I pressed my fingers to my eyes. They were right. I'd wanted so much to stand up for myself that I didn't think that having Hagen handle the situation would have been smarter and safer.
"I guess I owe all three of the guys an apology."
"For Pierce and Zack, yes." Briana gave me a calculating grin. "For Hagen, a nice blowjob should do the trick."
Henna snorted. "I concur. Get your ass to your apartment and grovel. Hagen may have a reputation as a badass, but he will easily forgive you if you make it worth his while."
"You two are incorrigible."
Penny
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I ENTERED Hagen's penthouse ten minutes after leaving Briana and Henna to their cocktails. The second the doors opened, the exhaustion of the day weighed down heavily on my shoulders. All I wanted, besides the man who'd turned my world upside down, was an extra-large helping of wine and a soak in the hot tub.
First, I'd have to do some groveling as the girls suggested.
"Hagen," I called, "are you home?"
Silence.
"Well, shit." I slipped off my shoes and dropped my clutch on the table by the door.
I looked out at the lights of Las Vegas and shook my head. It was still unfathomable that I now lived on the Strip with a man so many referred to as the god of the underworld. If only people knew he wasn't the bogeyman everyone believed him to be. Well, not to me, anyway.
A shudder went through me as I remembered the rage in Hagen's eyes when Kapok had referred to me as the Lykaios whore. Then shock when I'd said the same thing.
Thankfully, Pierce had gotten me out of there before I let my emotions go further. Now I'd have to face the wrath of Hagen once he finished up for the day.
I'd better enjoy the short respite I had.
I walked toward the balcony, opened the door, and stepped into the warm summer breeze. The pool reflected the night sky and made me think of how surprisingly quiet it was up here—a complete escape from the hustle and bustle of Sin City below.
Grabbing the remote for the hot tub, I set it to a toasty one hundred and two degrees. Maybe after I soaked my tired muscles, I'd take a cooling dip in the pool.
Just as I replaced the remote in its holder, I noticed a shadowed figure sitting in a corner. For a split second fear hit me, then I recognized the build of the man and the tumbler in his hand.
"Hagen?"
"So you're my whore?"
"I…" I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond. "It’s what some people believe."
"What do you believe?"
I released a breath. How to answer his question?
"I'm not a whore. But I have no problem being your whore." I paused and then added, "As long as I'm the only one."
He sat up, setting his drink on a table next to him. The light hit his sapphire gaze, revealing a hunger that had me wanting to take a step back.
"Is that so?" His voice grew a bit gravelly, tinged with his arousal.
"Yes."
A wicked smiled touched his lips and my sex clenched.
"Then come here and show me."
I hesitated for a flash of a second before I slowly moved toward him. When I was barely a foot from him, he set his hand on my hips. His fingers branded the outside of my thigh. My palms settled on his shoulders, and I stared down at him.
Hagen held my gaze as he tugged up my skirt and then slid his thumbs under the material. He grasped the thin straps of my thong, pushing the silk down. "Step out of them."
I followed his order and then waited. His focus moved to my wet sex. He licked his lips.
God, I wanted his mouth on me. But I knew it wouldn't be so easy. He was still pissed from earlier, and I had no doubt he planned to make it very hard for me to calm him.
What he couldn't understand was that I'd rather be his whore than another man's lover. He brought out a side of me that I never believed I could explore. He thought he was corrupting me, but in fact he was freeing me.
"Now I want you to take off your clothes, leave on the bra. Then go sit on the edge of the hot tub."
I watched him, not sure what he was planning.
"I gave you instructions, Starlight."
I snapped out of my thoughts, removed my dress, and moved to the travertine surround of the hot tub.
Sitting down gently, I waited to see what Hagen would do next.
He slowly stood, revealing a small gift bag in his hand.
I took it from him, not sure whether to look inside or wait.
"Take it out," he said before returning to his seat.
I stuck my hand in the bag and wrapped my fingers around a small, rubbery object. The feel of it told me what it was before I saw it.
"A vibrator?" I questioned, pulling it out.
It was black, small, designed with a curve to fit into a woman's palm.
"Yes. It's called a Lily. Thought it was fitting since I'm the man who deflowered you. Might as well continue the plucking."
I swallowed. "You want me to use it here?"
I glanced around the open space and then back at him. I wasn't new to masturbation, but it was something I'd done in private, with no one around, with toys I'd bought for myself.
"Yes. I want to see how you get yourself off while you're fantasizing about me."
It was almost on my tongue to ask him why he would assume I was thinking of him as I came, but a lift of his brows told me he knew I'd be lying if I denied it.
I licked my lips. "I'm not sure I can do this with someone watching."
"I'm not just someone. Besides, I'm not giving you a choice." He sat back, picking up his tumbler. "You wanted me to corrupt you. That is what I'm doing. Now spread those legs and let me see you pleasure the pussy that belongs to me."
Biting my lip, I pressed the button to start the vibration of the device.
"Set it to medium. I don't want it to be too intense for your sensitive clit."
I followed his directions and waited.
"Now touch yourself."
My face flushed as I tentatively slid the vibrating object between my legs.
I gasped the second the vibrator came in contact with my sex. Arousal and need pulsed to life, soaking my pussy. I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes and legs closed.
"Spread those thighs. You don't get to hide anything from me."
There was an edge to his order that had me obeying.
"Circle the tip up and down your cunt. Keep doing it until I tell you otherwise."
"Hagen," I moaned.
A tingle shot up the base of my spine and everything inside me clenched. I bit my lips as my eyes closed tight.
I was almost there.
"Stop."
"What?" I gasped, holding the Lily against my clit.
He couldn't be serious.
"Starlight. I said stop."
A whimper escaped my mouth. "I need to come."
"Oh baby, you don't get to come for a little while yet. This is only the beginning."
"I don't understand."
"You wanted me, the dark and dirty. You’re going to get it."
He walked over to me, his hard, thick cock building in his pants.
Crouching down, he set his hand over mine and moved the vibrator, positioning it on my thigh. The device pulsed against my skin but did nothing to elevate the desire to come.
With his other hand, he tugged the cups of my bra down and exposed my aching breasts to the cooling night air. He leaned forward, blew against one distended tip a second before he bit down.
"Ahh," I cried out, grabbing Hagen's shoulder and arching into the exquisite torture.
The pain was incredible and overwhelming and almost too much. My pussy dripped from the pleasure-pain, and just as the delicious sting became bearable, he pulled away and moved to the other breast.
Fuck. Why did I like this so much?
My mind clouded with the need to run away and to tug him closer.
My juices soaked my thighs, and my pussy began to quicken. My back bowed up, letting the need for release merge with the agony of his bite. I was so turned on that I thought I'd shatter into a million pieces.
He freed my nipple and gave me a wicked grin.
"I thought," I said through pants, "you weren't into kink."
"No, I said I wasn't into the kink Pierce preferred. I don't need the extras. As you see, my mouth can garner the same reaction a pair of clamps can achieve."
I had no response to his statement. Up until now, he'd been dominant in bed but never anything like this. There was an edge to him that had me craving more.
His gaze slid between my legs and to the arousal soaking my cleft.
"Perfect."
He took my hand that held the vibrator and pressed it against my labia. The sensation was too much—I bucked and tried to move away. The orgasm came up on me so fast. My mind and body were screaming for release.
"Oh God. Oh God. Haaa…gen."
All of a sudden, he pulled the vibrator from my fingers and set it on the spa ledge.
Not again.
"No. Please," I begged.
"Do you want to come, baby?"
"Y…yes." My breath was coming in pants, and my fingers dug into the surround of the spa.
"Then you should have listened when I told you to stay quiet. Now you aren't allowed to come until I give you permission."
"I have no control over it."
"Yes, you do, baby. Plus, if you come there will be consequences."
Before I could wrap my mind around his words, his mouth descended and latched onto my swollen clit.
"Oh fuck, Hagen," I screamed.
He circled and laved my sensitive bud. He feasted on me, bringing me to the cusp over and over.
The last almost-orgasm had tears of frustration and need sliding down my cheeks. I was feverish, damp with sweat, and desperate for a release I knew he wouldn't give me.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't. You're just frustrated." He stared into my eyes. "What you feel for me is more than a man like me should wish for or deserve."
He kissed the top of my head and the irritation with his refusal to let me come disappeared.
I was in love with this man. This flawed man with a tainted past.
I cupped his cheek and lifted my lips to his. Our kiss started soft and gentle, growing to all-consuming and desperate. I couldn't get enough of him.
My fingers slid between us to the opening of his shirt. I needed to feel him skin to skin. I had barely worked the first button undone when Hagen stayed my hands.
He reached to the side, picking up the Lily. "I want you to finish while I watch. I want to see your eyes glaze over as you come. Then I want to fill you until you come again."
My mouth grew parched at the raw desire in his gaze.
He placed the vibrator in my palm and then rose, returning to his seat.
This time there was no apprehension as I brought the device to my slick cleft. I began by gliding it up and down my sex and then pressed down against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy.
I imagined it was Hagen's hands stroking me, bringing me pleasure, owning my body’s response.
I cupped my breasts as the desire grew stronger and I felt the first tremors erupt in my core.
I rolled the vibrator around my clit while pinching my nipples. My pussy wept from the pleasure as sweat slid down my neck.
"Hagen," I screamed. "May I come?"
I wasn't sure why I asked for permission, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
There was a tug of satisfaction on the corners of his lips. "Yes, baby. Let go. Come for me."
Immediately my release washed over me. "Oh God, Hagen."
I bucked and arched against my own hand. My swollen tissue contracted over and over as I squeezed my eyes tight.
"That was fucking beautiful."
Panting to catch my breath, I opened my clamped eyes and looked at Hagen. His face was a play of lust, need, and something I wasn't sure I was reading correctly.
Before I pondered too long, I slid down from the hot tub surround and crawled to where Hagen sat.
I lifted onto my knees, pushing him back in his chair. Next, I glided my palms up his thighs, slowly molding my hand over the hard, straining cock under the fabric of his pants.
"I want him in my mouth."
"Then take him out." His raspy voice went straight to my aching pussy, igniting the desir
e that had barely been quenched by my orgasm from seconds earlier.
I licked my lips and followed his directive, undoing his belt and opening his button before sliding the zipper down. Immediately, his beautiful, thick length popped out from the opening in his boxers and slapped against his stomach.
He gripped the base, pumping up and down. "Hands behind your back."
I threaded my fingers along the base of my spine and waited. My mouth watered to taste him. A bead of precum glistened on the tip.
"Take me all the way back, as I taught you."
He held his ridged length for me, and I lowered, engulfing him deeply, until he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, contracting the back of my throat so as not to choke.
As I lifted my head, I licked the thick vein under his erection.
"That's it, Starlight. Suck my cock."
I began a slow, steady rhythm, bobbing up and down.
After a few strokes, a low, guttural sound escaped Hagen's lips. Peeking up, I saw his head thrown back and his eyes clenched tight.
I continued my slow ministrations on his beautiful, thick cock, enjoying his deep groans and moans. His breath grew ragged and his fingers threaded into my hair. I felt the familiar swelling of his cock. I prepared myself for his release. I loved the taste of him and the raw way he'd come.
"Stop," he said, almost sounding as if he was in excruciating pain. "I don't want to come unless I'm buried deep in your pussy."
I ignored him, engulfing him deep and then contracting the back of my throat.
A sharp sting fired across my ass, making me gasp, and my pussy flood with arousal.
"I said stop." He tugged my head back and lifted me onto his lap.
He spread my legs apart, positioning the angry bulbous head of his erection at my weeping opening.
"Ride me."
I slid down his length and rose and lowered, letting him control the pace. With each glide down, he'd thrust upward.
We kissed and lost ourselves in each other.