by Rina Kent
“Since when do you question my work, Lucio? Do we have a problem here?”
“I need that boy dead,” he emphasizes every word. “Consider it the highlight of your career.”
“Done.”
“It’s not done until I have the fucker’s head.” He hangs up and I grip the phone tighter as I head outside.
A part of me wants to go back to my little Petal and finish what I started.
Have her on her knees and shove my cock inside her mouth then in her pussy.
She needs encouragement, but she’ll let me. She’ll fucking enjoy it, too.
But priorities, one of them being Costa’s heirloom.
I call Giovani, the eighty-year-old gardener. “Pronto.”
I switch to Italian. “This is Jasper. I wanted to ask about Salvatore or Saviano or whatever the fuck his name is. Where was the last time you saw him?”
He coughs, and I wait patiently for the fit to disappear. “At the house.”
“Another place that isn’t Costa’s.”
“I don’t remember.”
“You have a beautiful granddaughter, Giovani, a lawyer, correct?”
“You promised.”
“I did, but only if you tell me what I want. If you don’t, I’ll have to tell Costa and he’ll have Stephan and Marco rape her in front of you as you bleed to near death from torture. Just because you left this life doesn’t mean it won’t follow you, Gio. Costa will always be able to track you down and every last one of your bloodline. Don’t give him the reason to.”
He curses me in Italian, and I wait until his fit of coughing subsides. Giovani has been with us long enough to know how the game goes. You don’t hide information from Costa and expect to live happily ever after.
They only had one rival once upon a time, the Vitallios, but even those have been wiped off the face of the earth decades ago. Whatever is left of their men have retreated to Sicily like rats.
“Vita Boarding School. Ask about Sarah Lisette.”
The line goes dead.
I stare at the phone, as the name of the school whirls in my head.
Vita Boarding School.
The school I was raised in until Costa got me out of it.
10
Georgina
I can't believe that bastard Jasper just left me like this.
I'm still fuming an hour later, lying on the sofa and channel hopping, unable to focus on any of the shows or films playing on the TV. My cats are curled up next to me, and I absentmindedly stroke their silky fur, my thoughts revolving around one person and one person only.
Jasper.
I hate how he left, and I hate how he's made me feel. My pussy is fucking leaking, alerting me of every second that passes painfully slowly without him.
"Where the hell did you come from, Jasper," I mutter under my breath as I turn off the TV and pull my laptop out from under the cushions of the couch. "And what the fuck are you doing to me?"
I open my laptop and blush lightly at the last open window. A fantasy blares out on the screen in glorious, graphic detail, and I hesitantly reach for my headphones, then push them against my ears. In a split second, my head fills with a woman's moans, and I watch in fascination as she gets hurt on the screen before me.
My fetish. My dirty little secret. What nobody knows about me.
All those secrets race through my mind as I keep watching the scene unfold on the laptop screen, my fingers rushing between my legs, pushing my panties to the side and eagerly massaging my wet slit. I'm thinking of Jasper, and not even trying to fight it. He's turned me on so much, turned me into a needy puddle of frustration hidden behind the veil of being strong, independent. I wonder what he would have done if he'd known how eager I was, how much I was hoping for him to take me anyway.
I've had to build a thick skin to get through life. There's no room for me to be vulnerable. That's why I've put up wall upon wall – to protect myself. But with Jasper, I want to let all those walls come tumbling down. Hell, I want him to break them down, enter my life with force and stay there by power of sheer will. I want him to bury himself in my life and never leave. There's a connection there and I refuse to believe I'm the only one to feel it.
The woman on screen is being held down by a man, tied with one limb to each of the bed posts, and with the guy's hand on her throat. She whimpers and cries as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of her, and I let out the loudest moan as I watch. Nervously, I glance at the wall I share with my neighbor. Fuck, I hope she can't hear me.
I keep watching, keep working my pussy, eager movements driving me closer and closer to an orgasm I know I shouldn't have. On an impulse, I reach out to the coffee table next to my desk and open its drawer. With shaky fingers, I search for my favorite toy, but it's not there.
I push the laptop away and take another look in the drawer, but there's nothing. This is so freaking weird. Why do I keep forgetting where I've put my stuff?
Not wanting to waste precious time looking for the toy, I use my fingers instead. The woman on my laptop is being ball-gagged now, and the man is fucking her. I'm so close I can feel my release on the tip of my tongue. So close, but never quite there.
Right then, there's a knock on my front door.
The cats race to the entrance, and I curse softly under my breath, closing my laptop. I rush to the sink to wash my hands, but the knock comes again, louder and more insistent this time.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
What if it’s my neighbor? The old lady always complains about how loud the cats are.
In a panic, I suck my fingers clean instead and open the door in nothing but my cat pajamas and my soaked wet panties.
"Nice outfit." Jasper’s lips tilt in a smirk as he gives me a onceover before stepping inside my apartment.
I step aside because I don't expect it, and he strolls in like he owns the place.
"Um, excuse me?" I hiss and cross my arms. "You can't just walk in here after ditching me earlier."
"I think I just did." He grabs an apple from my fruit bowl, tossing it in the air and catching it as he stares at me. "Don't tell me you didn't want me to come back here for you, Petal."
"That's a door you closed by leaving the first time. Literally." I motion to the exit. "And you're going to do it again, right now."
"I'm not leaving."
He takes a few bites of the apple and we stare at one another. He's fucking taunting me, and I don't know whether I love it or hate it. Finally, Jasper finishes his apple and tosses it in my bin before walking up to me. He lets out a breath, pushing my hair off my shoulder to reveal my collarbone. I exhale as he dips a finger in the hollow of my throat, continuing his journey from my neck to my shoulders.
"You love it when I touch you, admit it already."
"I..." I want to defy him, but I'm powerless to his touch. Only when he lifts his fingers am I capable of uttering, "I think you should get going, Jasper."
"Why, of course." He smirks again, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me. "You really want me to leave, I'll go."
"I do," I grit out.
"Too bad I don't believe you." He places his palms on the wall either side of me, effectively caging me beneath his strong, muscular body. "I think I have a better way to prove it."
"What's that?" My gaze fills with fear. "Jasper, don't..."
"Don't what?" I don't answer, but my eyes stayed glued to his, silently begging. "I'm just going to check how wet you are between your legs. I just want to see if you want this or not. That's okay, right? You want me to do it, don't you?"
His tone is so delicious, it makes me flush. He's dangerous. There's something off about the man, and though I can't quite put my finger on it, I know he could really, really hurt me.
"I..." I say again, but this time my voice trails off into nothing.
"You don't have to say it," he mutters. "I know how hard it is to think with that pretty little head when you're this fucking horny, P
etal."
I don't have time to question his strange nickname, because he flattens my body against the wall. One of his hands goes to my throat, just like in the video I was watching before. The other pulls on my pajama bottoms and my panties, and he looks down inside them with his lips inches away from mine.
"Have you been touching yourself?" His words make me flush, heat spreading from my cheeks down over my neck.
I shake my head, shooting daggers at him yet still unable to utter a single word.
"Don't lie to me. That pussy didn't get so wet all by itself..." He snatches my hand in his grip, lifting it to his lips. "I can smell your cunt on your fingers, Georgina."
"Please don’t say that." He's pushed me too far, crushing any of my limits. I wrestle from under him and point to the door with a shaky finger. "Leave. Now."
Mr. Bingley sneaks up to us, cuddling against Jasper's legs and making me look decidedly uncool in front of my failed date.
"He doesn't want me to go," Jasper mutters, then, without warning, sucks one of my fingers into his mouth. He stares right into my eyes as he licks along my fingers, sucking the tips until I have to forcibly hold my moans. My free hand’s nails dig into the flesh of my palm, and I bite my tongue so I don't make a single noise. I can't let him see what he's doing to me. I already know he'll use it to his advantage.
"I'm going to fill you up with my cum tonight," Jasper whispers in my ear and I do my best to resist the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body. "And you're going to fucking love it. You're going to beg me to do it again and again, aren't you?"
"You’re crazy." I struggle against him. He doesn't make a single move to stop me from escaping, but his muscular body is like a slab of marble. There's nowhere for me to run. So, I stay caged there, glaring at him, hoping he'll leave and fuck me at the same time.
"Why are you so fucking stubborn, Pet?" The new nickname he has for me makes my heart race. Not that I'd ever tell him that. After all, I have my reputation to protect. "You really don't want to admit it? That your cunt aches for me? That your body yearns for me? That your mind is just fucking begging to be broken in?"
"You have no idea what you're talking about." I cross my arms in front of my body, elbowing him out of the way. He takes a step back and I regret it instantly. "I want you to leave now. You've outstayed your welcome, Jasper."
"Okay then, I'll go."
Well, fuck.
I bite my lower lip in frustration and Jasper watches me with a cocky smile playing on his lips. He knows exactly what he's doing to me.
Staring at him, I watch as he slowly turns away, his hand reaching for the doorknob. A playful, almost boyish smirk plays on his lips. "Have a great life, Georgie."
I don't want him to go.
I really, really don't want him to fucking go, and it's taking everything I have in me not to call out after him and beg him to stay. I don't know what kind of game he's playing, but it's fucking with my head.
His hand lingers on the knob before slowly moving down and turning the key in the lock. With ease, he slips the key out of the lock and puts it in his pocket. "Just kidding, Pet. I'm not going anywhere. And you're going to strip for me, right now."
I blush furiously, the thought of getting out of these cat-printed pajamas right in front of him is such a turn on. I want him to look at me. I want him to see every inch of my bare skin, and then feel it, run his fingertips all over me and fuck me with them like he owns me. Like I'm nothing but property. His property.
I'm on the verge of begging before I remember his task. Slowly, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my pajamas, then pull them down in one motion, before I can change my mind.
Jasper's gaze darkens as he stares down between my legs. I'm wearing a gray pair of cotton panties, and embarrassingly, there's a huge wet spot on the front. Jasper doesn't comment on it and silently motions for me to keep going.
I take my top off next, peeling the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and making him groan in frustration. I smile, happy knowing I have an effect on him, too.
I remove my top, slowly, allowing my tits to bounce free. Jasper is watching me with unadulterated lust, but there's something else in his eyes – something similar to hatred. Raw, vicious, hate.
"Pinch your nipples," he demands. "Other hand between your legs. Rub my pussy."
That little pronoun sends my heart racing and my hands move of their own accord, one cupping my soaked pussy and the other trapping a nipple in its firm grip, squeezing hard. My lips open in a soft o-shape and Jasper just watches, like he always does.
"Are you just going to stand there?" I hiss. "What are you, some kind of voyeur?"
"You're quite the exhibitionist yourself." His voice is rough, dark and sexy, and it's making me melt. "I think I'm fine where I am. Keep touching. Rubbing. Dripping."
I do as he says, pinching my nipple so hard it makes me leak even more. "Jasper. Give me what I want."
"And what is it that you want, Pet?"
I hesitate, biting my lower lip, but I can't keep it to myself any longer. "I want you to come over here and fuck me over this counter, Jasper."
He toys with the key in his pocket. "I'm only going to ask you for consent once. Do you understand that?"
Every heartbeat feels like an era. "Yes, I understand."
He withdraws his hand from his pocket, taking a slow step toward me, reaches out to cup my face with his palm, so gentle it shocks me into submission. But soon enough, his hand moves down my throat, capturing my neck beneath strong, long fingers. "That was a mistake, Pet. You're going to regret it."
He picks me up by my throat. My legs kick into thin air, but the moment's over a second later once he places me butt-down on the kitchen counter. I'm already panicking, my body shooting bursts of adrenaline through my system. All my instincts slam into me again, reminding me with each second that I need to get away.
Run.
Run.
Run.
"Make me regret it, then." The words leave my lips before I can stop myself, and I look anywhere but at Jasper, afraid of his reaction. My mouth won't shut up though, and I keep talking. "Please, Jasper. I want to regret it."
He kisses me then. Long, hard, almost violent in his desire to bruise my lips with his markings. My body instantly melts against his, but he holds me in place, making sure I don't fall. His lips devour me. He sucks on my bottom lip, nibbling, digging his teeth into it. He's gentle at first, but soon enough, his motions become more frantic. He starts tugging at my panties, and I let him. Soft gasps leave my mouth as he assaults my mouth with his tongue.
Finally, he pulls the panties down and tugs them from my feet, and my thighs open for him. Jasper's hand is on my pussy and I'm mentally screaming about the thought of leaving wet traces on his strong fingers. He doesn't let go. Instead, he chuckles, a low, throaty sound as I begin to drip all over him. I shut my eyes tightly, but he won't stop. He touches everything, everywhere. From my pussy, to my nipples, to my shoulder blades. He feels me up like I'm a cheap whore, but he makes me feel like a princess. A spoiled princess whose every thought revolves around the reward she wants.
My eyes go to his crotch and he grabs himself through his jeans, smirking at me. "Want it, Pet?"
I nod wordlessly, swallowing.
“Say it in words.”
"I want it."
He forces me to lie down on the counter and walks around it. I'm on my back, my head hanging off the marble, and he grabs my neck from behind, holding me up as he pulls his cock free of his pants.
He’s fucking huge. There's a big, angry vein throbbing along his length, and drops of pre-cum glisten on his tip like pearls. I lick my lips, my eyes going to his, silently begging for more.
Slowly, he pushes his cockhead into my mouth. I choke on it and he lets up, but the moment I take a deep breath, he's pushing into me again. My mouth waters, filling with saliva as he begins to move his hips back and forth, his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth.
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br /> I want him.
I watch him bite his lip, tilt his chin up as I start to lick and suck on his cock, his balls.
I need him.
"Just like that, Petal. Get it nice and fucking wet so I can put it in your pussy."
A moan leaves my lips and he grabs me ever more firmly then, holding me in place and filling me up to the very brim. I gargle on my own spit and his pre-cum, but he won't let up. He just pleasures himself with my throat like he owns it. Like it's his own personal toy.
And then he pulls out with a pop. I cry out at the loss, but he doesn't make me wait for long. He rounds the counter again, and this time, there's nothing patient about him.
Jasper holds my shivering thighs open, his palms on either side of my legs as he leans in and takes a long, painfully slow lick of my pussy.
"Jesus fuck, Pet, you taste so damn good. I could drink you all night long."
His stubble scratches my thighs and I moan out loud as he continues his delicious assaults. Long, forbidden licks of my pussy send me into a frenzy, and I tangle my fingers in Jasper's hair. I've done this with a few guys, but I never liked it. This, with him... it's something else. He's fucking enjoying it. Maybe even more than I am.
I let out another cry as his lips wrap around my clit, sucking, biting down. My teeth grit together. I want him so much it hurts.
He brings me impossibly close to an orgasm, so close I'm gasping, muttering his name over and over again. And when I'm right at the brink, hanging above the precipice, he pulls me up. Jasper moves back and I groan in frustration, but then I feel him spit on me and he takes his cock in his hand, jerking it with fast, needy motions.
"It's going inside you now," he mutters, and I cry out as he shunts me towards him and positions his tip right at my entrance. With a single thrust of his hips, he enters me, penetrating any walls I'd put up between us.
The realization of it hits me in after waves of shock, and Jasper grins down at me. "I know you love this. I know you love being fucked like this, the way you deserve. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"
It takes me a moment to figure out the soft little sobs I hear are coming from me as his cock pushes deep. I'm so close to an orgasm, but I don't want my eyes to roll back and lose this vital connection I have with him.