by Olivia Fox
“Darling, unless you’re trying to give me the wrong idea, I suggest getting out of the bedroom.” I didn’t mention how staying anywhere in the bed’s proximity would inevitably result in my attempt to get her clothes off, but offered, “Tell you what. I’m famished. Join me for dinner.”
“Fine. I need you fed when you hear my proposal,” she said. I took her pluck to mean she was feeling a little better.
“French fries do not a meal make.” I tried for an air of command with the statement as she sat across from me, insisting she wasn’t hungry, but being around her softened me. “What are you having?”
She raised her eyes, looking over the menu, pursing her lips. I assumed it was because of the price range of the meals offered.
“First time eating here?”
She nodded and the inaudible murmur of conversation filled the surrounding air. The server came to take our drink order.
Daphne sat at my side, and I held the wine list out for her. “Do you like red zin? This is superb.” I pointed to the bottle and her muscles went rigid beside me.
“Seventy-five dollars for a single bottle?” She whispered.
“Nah. It’s on the house. Perk of being an underboss at the casino. Besides, you deserve it, and I can afford it.”
The server returned and poured a splash for her approval. A pining thirst hit me. Timeless and potent when a drop of the burgundy liquid clung to her upper lip and she licked it away. She leaned back, humming in satisfaction, and my cock perked up, eager to compete in the game of satisfying Daphne.
“What do you think?” I asked, my words dragging up my throat.
“Mm, I’ve never tasted anything like it. Guess that’s why it’s seventy-five a bottle. Thank you, Tony.”
“My pleasure,” I said, picking up her hand in mine. “Let’s get back to why you need me.”
Before answering, she took another sip of wine, catching a drop on the outside of the glass after drinking, and bringing her finger to her mouth. Her warmth on the bench beside me was all-consuming.
I moved away in order to think.
“My sister uncovered information which some dangerous men don’t wish to be revealed, and I believe they are responsible for her absence. She never goes this long without checking in with me. Something’s not right.” She looked down at her fingers, smoothing some invisible wrinkle on the tablecloth.
“How can I help?” I asked.
“Come with me to Mexico. To find my sister. You have contacts in this world, Tony, I don’t.”
“I have allies in the Jalisco Cartel only because we have a mutual enemy. The Sinaloa.” I’d been bouncing my foot under the table and stopped. I could sort this out on my own, but I didn’t dare leave Daphne behind.
Unprotected.
Sure, I could put men on her.
Bodyguards.
But they weren’t me. They didn’t live and breathe for her the way I did. If anything happened to her while I was out of the country, despair would dwell in the smoking ruins of my soul until all eternity.
Worse than when she left for college.
I made up an excuse right then, pretending care and concern alone were behind my offer.
The Cartel killed my father.
No way was the same thing happening to Daphne.
I was about to present her a deal with the devil. The collision of unrequited lust with the instinct to keep her close prevailed.
The feel of her hand on my arm jolted me back to my senses. “I know I’m asking for more than I should,” she said.
My mouth watered and fingers tingled with the need to touch her. “I’ll go.” Best not wait to deliver my terms. The need to explore her, to own her, made me quake with pleasure. “Mind you, there will be sexual requirements of you. I’ll spell them out for you back in our room.”
She pulled the oversized menu tightly against her chest and fixed her incredulous stare on me.
The devil didn’t make me do it.
That was a cheap excuse.
There was no one to blame but myself for the sinful plans I had in mind for Daphne.
Devil be damned.
Those dark brown eyes met mine and her scent, like fresh cotton sheets hung out in the sun, intoxicated me. I must be a dark demon after all, because watching her freeze, paralyzed in shock beside me, made my dick hard as a rock.
Finally, I’d scare the hell out of her in bed as I’d been fantasizing about since the first day I walked her home when she was a sophomore in high school.
There.
I admitted it.
I was a dirty, filthy scoundrel.
The question was, would she forgive me?
7
Daphne
I’d been admiring the back end of Antonio Drago swaggering in a tailored suit since I was a sophomore in high school, proof if God wanted teenagers to abstain from sex, puberty would start at age twenty. Years later, and the sight of his formidable, hard-muscled body in the hotel hallway made a wanton feeling of warmth seep through my veins until all of my limbs were liquid heat.
We were all wrong for each other. I’d known it forever.
He was a brute with blood on his hands. I was a book nerd who kept to myself in school. But it wasn’t black and white.
He was gentle with me, watchful. Perfect example. The way he stopped ahead of me and turned back. “You coming?” He held out his hand, which dwarfed mine. “Come on, walk next to me.”
Vengeance was not a private property of mafiosos. I wanted to hurt whoever took my sister. The urge to kill chewed at my gut, primeval and incessant, like the sound of a large rodent inside the walls of a house, gnawing at its supportive wooden structure. Would I be able to pull the trigger when the time came?
Tony put his spell on me when he stopped at our door and pulled me to him. His rough hands caressed my buttocks and his swollen need shoved like a pipe against my belly.
I gripped his shoulders, pushing him away from me, giving myself a final mental lecture, and scolding myself that my hormones were severely off the mark if they gave into this gangster.
All of a sudden, his fiery mouth was on mine, telling me without words my angst and uncertainty were pointless. He’d keep me safe, and our mutual attraction would remain easy between us, no matter how intense and desperate it might be.
When he lowered his face to mine, my eyes fluttered shut, bracing myself for an innocent taste of him and our first kiss. He surprised me by nuzzling my neck instead. I heard him trying to inhale me, his mouth pressed to the pulse point above my collarbone, scalding.
I moaned his full name. It sounded like music. Antonio. I needed to scream it out loud as I came.
An older couple approached down the hall, saw us, and smirked at each other. Tony’s laugh was husky and open. “Good evening.” He said, unlocking the room and we stepped inside.
The mattress gave as I sat down at the foot of the bed. Tony grabbed a sparkling water out of the fridge and poured me a glass. “Thanks,” I responded, suddenly shy, while wanting to rip his clothes off.
“Now.” He stated, peeling back the heavy comforter. “Where were we?”
A smarter girl would have moved to the armchair for this conversation, neutral territory.
I was book smart. Not at all savvy in the way of navigating a super sexy male, who was hell-bent on taking me.
The little old nerd from high school inside me couldn’t believe this was happening.
Finally.
My ticking ovaries wanted to grab his lapels and shove him backward on the mattress.
How to begin?
“What’s happening here, Signor Drago? Do you have a plan?” I asked, sounding more confident than I felt.
He swilled back the rest of the water in his glass and sat in an armchair to remove his shoes. My mind darted. Was he getting naked in front of me? I couldn’t think straight.
Standing, I relayed behind me, “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Daphne.” His voic
e, its command, would stop a herd of elephants dead in their tracks.
It immobilized me, and I turned back towards him.
“Stand still.” His gaze held a sexual menace. “My conditions. You owe me for this trip to Mexico, and I’ll collect my payment from you in the bedroom. Or whatever room I like.”
Frozen in place, it was again his voice that chilled my heart. “Take a real thorough shower. I need you. Nice. And. Clean.”
I did my best to delay, but Tony had the patience of a cheetah stalking a gazelle. His harsh, handsome attention flattered and satisfied me when I came out in my towel, “You look good wet, baby girl.” He stood and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. “But I’m going to make you even wetter.” He was all-man—hot, hard, and exquisite, and I wanted to claim every male inch of him.
8
Antonio
She made this slight squeaking sound when surprised. Not a yelp, more like some tiny forest animal wanting attention. She did it after I told her I was going to make her wet.
It was so fucking hot.
And it made my dick strain to get past my zipper.
Let’s face it. I wanted to fuck her.
“Come here,” I said, patting my lap. She walked towards me, all sparkling and glittery from the shower droplets still clinging to her, and a delicious shudder passed over her. She swiveled her hips over my thighs and perched there, riding sidesaddle.
“We’ve always been opposites, you and me.” Softly, I bopped the bridge of her nose with my knuckle.
“Yeah.” She turned pink. “But we work, don’t we?”
I pulled her waist to bring her closer. “Baby girl, we more than work. We’re a team. Have been from day one. Took you a while to come back to me that’s all.” I kissed her shoulder.
“Here’s the deal.” I tell her, “I’m going to be in charge of this operation while we solve the mystery of your sister’s disappearance. And I’m going to be in charge of fucking you.”
Her pink flush deepened. “What am I in charge of?”
“Trust me. We’re going to need your skills plenty: research, itinerary planning, map acquisition…”
“Sounds like a polite way of saying, ‘not much.’”
“You’re in charge of staying safe. That’s your most important job. And my job is to make yours easy.”
I stood, lifting her and placing her on the crisp sheets. She sucked air. “Cold?” I asked. She nodded. “Let me in beside you.”
She snuggled down in the covers and wriggled against me. My hardness pressed against her beneath my boxers.
She turned, leaving half the towel behind, and I enjoyed the warmth of her breath against my chest. “Daphne?”
“Yes, Antonio?” I didn’t have to see her expression to know she wore a face like she thought she was funny, mimicking me.
“You need me to explain further about my stipulations?”
She shook her head. “No, I get it. In charge. Meaning, I do what you say.” She swallowed hard. “In bed.”
“Exactly.”
“Sounds kinky.”
“If by kinky you mean making you scream my name, then yes.”
“Fine, nothing too painful.”
“Of course not.” I hadn’t even kissed her down low and the thought of tasting her lust was a powerful force taking over my mind. “To start, remove the towel so I can take care of you.”
I wrapped her wet hair around my fist and tugged backward to lift her mouth for a kiss. When my lips met hers, I sank into the full softness there and she let out a tormented moan.
I needed more of her. Now. But I slowed down, made myself appreciate what was happening. Me and Daphne beneath the sheets.
I sucked lightly at her lower lip, making her wriggle and murmur beneath me, dragging my hands down her back, over her sweet ass, and pulled her to me.
“Is that for me?” She asked when my hard-on pressed against her, pulling off the innocent act, which got me harder still.
“All yours,” I groaned. “Has been since the first day I saw you crying on the sidewalk outside your high school.” Always will be. I think the words, but don’t say them out loud.
My hands covered her breasts, which spilled over my palms. I rubbed circles over hard nubs until she squirmed on the sheets beside me. “Let me, Daphne. Just like I wanted to do to you back then. Let me take you somewhere secret and perform filthy, disgusting things upon your hot little teenage body.”
“You were ten years older than me!” She accused.
“Still am.” I shut her up, planting another kiss on her lips, and it turned open-mouthed as we panted our lust into each other. Our bodies worked and thrashed.
I dragged her hand to my cock and wrapped her fingers around it, whispering in her ear, “I’ve waited far too long to taste your sweet, juicy cunt.” I reached down to stroke her clit before pinching it between my fingers.
Daphne arched towards me, leaning in to the attention I was paying to her pussy.
“Lift your hips,” I told her, and she obeyed. Sliding two pillows beneath the small of her back, I warned, “Who’s in charge?”
It took her a moment to muster the words when I had her swollen nub between my fingers, rubbing it back and forth.
“You are,” she said in a breathy voice.
“That’s right.” I stopped.
“Don’t come without my permission. You’re going to beg for it first.”
“Good luck,” she scoffed, emitting a dainty snort.
“You refuse to obey?”
“No, I mean, good luck trying to make me orgasm. No man’s accomplished that before.”
I wrapped both hands around the insides of her thighs, clamping down on the cool, silky skin. “Don’t talk to me about other men. I’m here to show you what this man can do.” I yanked her towards me. “Your Drago.”
Her breathing slowed in anticipation, and I lowered myself to relish her, starting with a single closed-mouthed kiss on her clit. I licked my lips to savor her and found her flavor to be tangy and sweet.
The move must have touched her because she moaned softly above me.
I placed another kiss there, this time giving her a bit of my tongue.
Lapping at her, a slower pass, a sample of what she could have if she’d open up to my mouth and me. She cupped her hands behind my head and pulled me into her pretty little pink pussy on display, all plumped up on her pillow.
I was going to give her the royal treatment—the works―to make up for the fucking meals she made every night while in high school, all the trips to the E.R., wondering if her mom was going to survive after her latest attempt at drowning herself in alcohol.
Angry on Daphne’s behalf, I shoved my tongue up her opening, exploring her flavor while smearing my fingers back and forth over her clit, delivering a sexy little slap to it now and again, which went through her like an electric shock.
“Like that, baby girl?” Two fingers inside rubbed at the sensitive place I knew would put her over the edge. “Is this what you need? It feels like you might come all over my hand.”
I lowered my tongue to her again, sucking the hard button into my mouth to worry at it with my teeth and French kiss it. “Oh, God! Antonio!”
“That’s right, baby. I said you were going to scream my name. Let’s hear it. Louder.” I raised my hand above my head, covering her mouth with it, pumping two fingers back and forth across her g-spot and scrubbing her sensitive clit with my thumb. I felt the gust of air against my palm as she screamed, and the lave of her tongue across its center as she did so.
Her hips bucked convulsively. “Come as hard as you can, like a good girl. Let me see you squirt sweet pussy juice all over these fingers.” Her walls flexed around me, and I knew what was coming. Time to step up and let her know who was boss.
“But not just yet. I’ve been ignoring these pretty tits, haven’t I?”
I pulled my fingers out of her and used her thighs to pull her closer to the bottom of the bed. “P
erfect. I need those tits positioned to give me access.” Her breasts thrust upward, the pillow underneath.
Crawling over her chest, I took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, digging her fingers into my hair. I kept sucking and licking her nipple, and then pulled at the tender, creamy flesh of her breast until I knew there would be a bruise there, marking her as mine tomorrow. “I think I’ll come with your mouth on me like that, Antonio.”
“No, you’re not. First time you orgasm with a man, it’s going to be on my cock.” I flicked at her nipple with my tongue and her chest heaved to shove herself further in my mouth.
I rolled onto my back, pulled down my boxers, and about died when she wrapped her slender fingers around my erection.
It throbbed and jerked in her hand before she did anything to it. “Climb up on your dick, baby. Take it for a spin. Let me bury myself inside the pussy I’ve been waiting to pound for years.”
She lifted her leg over me, her breasts bounced and swayed, and her delicious jiggles caught my lustful gaze.
She spread her thighs apart to receive me and I didn’t think I’d survive the ache I had for her.
I shoved my heavy erection at her slick opening. Getting inside seemed impossible. Her entry was small. A fact which did little for my fight to overcome the dirty fantasies I had about her when she was a teenager, despising myself as I fisted myself to an orgasm, roughly shouting her name.
Her underage name.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit,” Daphne whispered above me, her brow furrowed.
“It will. You’re soaked and ready for it. Hold still.” I latched my hands around her hips and helped to ease her down. While I plunged into her wet heat, a scalding caress gripped me. Her pussy tightened around my shaft as if milking me, and I strained body and mind to fight the rush to come inside her.
I touched Daphne’s nipples while she rotated her hips in slow circles. “Oh, Antonio.”
“Yeah, baby girl?” I fucked slowly into her, in and out, while she kept up her sexy little hip moves.
“My entire body is on fire. Something’s happening.”