“That’s irrelevant, because you are my patient. Besides, it’s still unethical for me to be with anyone who has ever been a patient of mine.”
“So you’re considering it?”
She averts her eyes. “I was just informing you…”
“I let her go but she doesn’t move. I glance at my watch. “In fifteen minutes, I won’t be your patient anymore.”
“You have sessions booked for six months. And like I said, the ethics board would—”
“Cancel them. I don’t feel I’m making progress here. I want to try another office.”
Her eyebrows draw together. I can see how heavily she’s breathing. Her chest rises and falls like she’s out of breath. The vein in her neck pulses visibly, showing me how rapid her heart rate is. I lick my lips when I think about how wet she must be already. I bet I could sit her on that desk and slide my cock in right now.
She moves slowly to sit on the other side of her desk and I lean back on the couch, watching her.
“You want me to cancel your appointments?” she asks after a long pause.
“Yes,” I say. “I don’t want to be your patient.”
Her eyes dart up to me several times while she types something on her computer, chest still heaving. Goddamn. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted to fuck someone so badly. Hell, I know I’ve never wanted it this bad. I’m not sure if it’s just my long dry spell in prison or if it’s how badly I want to see moans spilling from those full lips as I fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.
I wait while she finishes what she’s doing. “It’s done. We still have ten minutes. Do you...want to talk?”
“Come here,” I say.
She stares at me in disbelief for a few seconds, but obeys, getting up from her chair and moving to sit beside me.
“No,” I say, stopping her before she sits. “Stand in front of me.”
My cock is rock hard as I watch her follow my commands, watching the way she still can’t seem to catch her breath. Her panties must be fucking soaked, but I’ll find out soon enough.
“Take off your blouse.”
Another long pause. The logical part of her brain is probably asking what the fuck she’s doing right about now. But if anyone knows how much power the body has over the brain, it’s me. I know her body is winning when her soft hands move to the bottom of her blouse, gripping it and hesitating.
“Off,” I say.
She lifts it slowly until I can see her tits pressed together between her bra, spilling over the top and practically begging to be touched. Her thick black hair is lifted up with her blouse and then falls back down, cascading over her shoulders and sinking into the crease between her tits.
“Bra,” I say.
A strange look enters her eyes and before I know what’s happening, she’s straddling me, hot mouth against mine, her warm tongue swirling in my mouth. Holy fuck. I’ve played this routine out with women before, and I’ve never seen a woman do what she just did. I normally get off on the submission, in watching my will dominate and subdue.
I sit up, stripping off my jacket and throwing it to the floor. She grabs my shirt and rips it open, snapping several of the buttons off in the process. Her hands hungrily roam my body, squeezing my chest and exploring my abs. Her skirt is hiked up to her hips and I can see the hint of her lacy white panties as she grinds herself onto my throbbing cock. I can’t get my pants off fast enough as I strip the belt free and unzip them, sliding my pants and briefs down.
I can feel the heat of her pussy against my cock and Jesus Christ...I’ve never felt a woman with a pussy so hot and wet. I can barely wait to plunge my cock inside her, but I know I need to taste her first. I pull her panties off and throw them deliberately on my jacket. I’m keeping those. I slam her down on the couch, lifting her until she’s propped against the armrest. I lean down and kiss her wherever I can reach; the neck, beneath her ears, between her tits, down her stomach, around her belly button, and finally in the crease where her pelvis meets her hips. I kiss my way down to her inner thighs, tracing a path around her pussy with my tongue and mouth as she writhes against me.
5
Julia
I clap a hand to my mouth to avoid screaming out when his tongue plunges inside my entrance. Oh my God. No guy has ever done that before. My mind spins. None of this feels real. I don’t do things like this. But if this is what sex with ex-convict strangers is like, maybe I need to rethink that policy. I press myself into him, already so deep into my pleasure that I’ve left self-consciousness way behind. Except…
Something in the back of my mind is begging for attention, going off like an alarm, but I can’t place it. I feel like I’m dreaming and the only part of my brain that’s turned on right now is the primal part, the part that only lives in the present and could care less about the past, future, or whether anything makes sense. I feel like I’m about to figure out what’s bothering me when I look down and see his beautiful face between my legs, lapping at my pussy like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
It’s too much. I want him inside me, and I want it now. I reach down, trying to pull him up, urging him to fuck me now while my body still quakes with anticipation.
He leans off the couch to grab something from the pocket of his jacket. A condom. He expertly opens the package and gets the condom free and then frowns at it. “Fuck. It’s torn.”
“Don’t you have another?” I ask. My voice comes out breathlessly.
He tosses it to the ground dejectedly. “No.”
“I don’t care. Fuck me anyway. I’m on the pill.” The words spill from my mouth before I can stop them. The full truth is that I’m normally on the pill, but I couldn’t afford the prescription last month and missed a few days. Normally, that would be more than enough to stop me, but my mind is running so fast I can’t seem to make myself stop. I just want him. I need him.
I didn’t think he could hold any more heat in those fiery eyes of his, but they seem to blaze now as he looks down at me, fresh hunger rising in him. He eases himself down on top of me, letting the shaft of his cock rest against my engorged clit. He rocks his cock against me and crashes his mouth down on mine. He pulls his hips back, letting the tip of his cock slide down my valley and press against my entrance.
God. He’s so big. How’s it going to fit? He doesn’t show any hesitation and plunges into me. I cry out this time, biting his shoulder to stifle the sound. Pain and pleasure swirl together until they are indistinguishable. My world is a blinding white hot ecstasy of smooth skin rubbing together and calloused hands roaming my flesh. I dig my fingers into him, unable to stop myself, every crease and bulge of muscle making me ravenously hungry for more. I pull myself up against his chest, using him as leverage to grind my hips deeper into him, taking an impossible amount of his cock inside me until I can feel my walls stretching.
I fall back to the couch, letting my head tilt back and moaning when he bends to kiss my neck, sucking hard, marking me as his.
“This...is...crazy,” I gasp.
“That’s how you know it’s right,” he growls, taking me by the hips and pumping himself into me in a rhythm that has my nerves on fire with pleasure.
My eyes roll back and I bite my lip so hard it hurts, cupping my tits and squeezing.
He leans down, hips still driving into me as he whispers in my ear, voice so strong and seductive that it moves through me, caressing my body as if it has hands of its own. “When I’m...done with you,” he says, words punctuated by the slap of his cock plunging into me, “you’ll be ruined. You’ll only ever be able to...cum on my...fucking cock. You’re going to...crave me...like a fucking drug.”
I dig my fingers into his back gasping when the floodgates of pleasure open, blasting me with blinding pleasure. My toes curl and I press my head back into the armrest, gasping. He doesn’t stop his pace, relentlessly fucking me like he could go on this way for hours. I marvel at him. He’s the way I imagine ancient warriors would have
looked mounting their women, proud and strong, fierce in their desire and purely constructed. He has a body so perfectly crafted for sex and violence that it couldn’t even be dreamed up. He’s utterly irresistible and terrifying, and I’ve fallen deep into his trap.
I see a change come over his face. He increases his pace, eyes closing and lips parting. He’s about to cum. I need to tell him to pull out, just in case, but the words might as well be lodged in my throat. I’m still squirming with pleasure from my orgasm and feeling the strong hints of another quickly approaching, and I haven’t been able to think straight since he walked in the room. He’s going to cum inside you and you haven’t taken the pill every day. Say something!
“Wa—”
He rams himself in me to the root, surprising me when his cock goes even deeper than before. I cry out as a second orgasm explodes from my core and floods my system with utter bliss. I feel his length pulse inside me and the warmth of his cum. It feels so good, but I know it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. If I get pregnant, I just ruined my life.
6
Leo
I watch her dress as I button what’s left of my shirt together. She really did a number on it, and I don’t think even my old tailor could fix this. Fuck it though. I’d trash a three thousand dollar suit for five minutes with her. She is acting strange though. Cold. Like she’s about to kick me out and say she never wants to see me again. That’s normally my line. I’m the one who says when it’s over and when we stop, not the other way around. For some reason, she hasn’t gotten the memo.
“I think we went over our time,” I say.
She blushes, stepping into her skirt and lifting it. She has her hands on the zipper and I’m buckling my belt when the door swings open. The douchebag in the dress shirt and slacks bursts in the room. “Hey, you have a client wa—” His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he takes in what just happened. My jacket still lays on the ground with her wet panties on top of it. Her hair’s a mess and her cheeks are flushed. I still have a hard-on the size of a mag-light.
“You…” he starts, face turning red.
I grab him by the collar with one hand, slam the door behind him, and press him into the wall. “Breathe a word of this to anyone and you’re dead. I’ll come to your fucking house in the middle of the night and ram a knife in your fucking heart. Do you understand me?”
“Y-you can’t talk to me like that. I’ll press charges.”
“Go ahead, if you think the police can stop me from getting to you.”
The red drains from his face until he’s pale white. “You can’t—”
“You keep saying that,” I say, leaning closer and lowering my voice. “There’s not a thing in this fucking world I can’t and won’t do to you if you cross me.” I slam him into the wall by his shirt, making his head whip back and bang into the door. He winces in pain, reaching to grab the back of his head. I open the door and shove him through so roughly that he stumbles and falls on his face. He scrambles to his feet and rushes out of my view.
“Leave,” says Julia. Her eyes are watering, but her face is as hard and cold as stone.
“Leave?” I ask.
“As in get the fuck out,” she says, coming toward me and pushing me by the chest.
I look down at her small hands and her legs as she struggles to move me and smirk. “I’ll leave, under one condition.”
“Fuck your conditions,” she snaps. “Do you know who that was? That was Ted Mulberry, my boss. He’s probably calling the ethics board right now to get my license revoked.” She stands up straight, fuming when she can’t force me out of the door and gives me a hard shove. “And because you decided to fucking seduce me, I just threw away eight years of schooling, and for what? So I could have your cum dripping down my leg and a five minute memory?”
“Ten minutes. I think it was at least ten,” I say.
Her nostrils flare and her lips press into a thin line. I think she’s actually about to take a swing at me and I have to stop myself from laughing. “Leave. Now!”
“Only if you give me a kiss goodbye,” I say, sliding my arm around her waist and kissing her hard on the mouth. She resists at first, but I feel her soften at my touch, relaxing into me. Her tongue flicks against mine, and then I pull back. As I look at her standing there, hair in disarray and life in tatters because of me, I feel like shit. I really do, but I’m sure she’ll land on her feet. Hell, she’ll probably thank me in a few years for getting her fired. I’d hate working for that asshole.
Still, I don’t feel good leaving like this. The thought is foreign to me, but I can’t help thinking she deserved better than the way I treated her.
“I hate you,” she whispers as I leave.
7
Julia
I’m curled on my couch with a thick blanket, feeling confused and angry. It was only five hours ago that Leo came into my life and left it in tatters. I canceled my appointments for the rest of the day, went home, tried to wash the shame from my body, and called Callie in tears. She has been my closest friend, even if she lives hours away in New York, I still talk to her over the phone several times a week. I’ve never been the type to unload my problems on people. I haven’t even told her about my mom and her cancer because I know she would offer to help me with the money, but I can’t do that to her. It’s only because of her charity that I was able to afford my last year of undergrad and get into grad school in the first place. I already owe her so much more than I can repay, but I didn’t know who else to talk to about this. I could have talked to Lauren, but she just started working at the same office as me recently and I don’t want to scare her away with a story like this.
“Leo Citrione?” asks Callie. “You’re sure?”
“Positive,” I say.
“Holy shit. I think that’s Damian’s cousin. I thought he was in prison for… well, I probably shouldn’t say.”
“Shit,” I say. “I’m a hell of a lot more worried about getting pregnant now. Apparently, the sperm count is really high in the Citrione men.” I guess I’ll have to go out and get a morning after pill later. I blush just thinking about how embarrassing that purchase will be.
Tears well in my eyes. I have no idea what I’m going to do if I lose my license because of this, but I’ll figure something out. I’m not the type to dwell on feeling sorry for myself. I’ll pick up the pieces wherever they fall and make a new plan, even if it kills me. I made a mistake, and I’m going to live with it.
“I think even if you miss a few days on the pill it still works,” says Callie.
I shake my head. “No guarantees. Even missing one dose can throw the whole thing off. I’m going to have to remember to get a morning after pill.”
“Well, most people try for years and never manage to get pregnant. What are the chances?”
I glare at her. “About as good as getting pregnant the first and only time a guy fucks you on the hood of his car in a thunderstorm.”
She winces. “I was hoping you had forgotten about that.”
“Nope. That was a pretty memorable story.”
“I’m honestly surprised I haven’t heard anything yet about my license being revoked,” I say, changing the subject.
“Who says he actually called anyone? If Leo was as intimidating as you say, maybe Ted chickened out.”
“I don’t know. Ted isn’t the type to let someone humiliate him like that and get away with it. I can’t believe he would just drop it. Hell, he has been punishing me for years now because I wouldn’t go out with him in grad school. I don’t think he’s ever going to let that go.”
“Yeah, well, I said it then and I’ll say it again. Good choice. I learned the hard way to stay away from the rich, pampered types. Whatever happens though, you know I’m here for you. Damian and I both adore you. We’d never let anything happen to you.”
8
Leo
Marco Bianchi hugs me tightly and claps me on the back. He smells like cigarettes and booze, but
I probably still smell like Julia’s pussy, so I give him a pass. I left prison with the clothes I walked in with and that was it, but a quick trip to the bank fixes that. I’ve been the best at what I do for as long as I’ve done it, and in my world, guys like me cost a premium. My own family doesn’t have much use for muscle anymore ever since Vince started steering them toward the straight and narrow, but I could’ve found a way to make myself useful if I had wanted.
My little brother Angelo is an ambitious hot-head though, and he stormed off to join the most fucked up, bloodthirsty family he could find. That’s how I ended up working for the Bianchis. I hate their guts, but I love my little brother, and I need to be around to keep an eye on him. So like it or not, I headed to the Bianchis after my session with Julia and got back to work.
We’re in the smoke-filled basement of Marco’s place where most of the higher-ups hang out. My little brother Angelo is over in the corner talking in low tones with Carlito. I wish Angelo wasn’t so fucking ambitious. All I really want to do is keep him out of trouble, but it seems like the only thing he wants to do is find it. I guess I can’t blame him. If I didn’t have him to worry about, I probably would’ve wound up in prison a long time ago for a lot longer stint by now.
I force myself to smile as I grease palms with the top guys of the Bianchi family. They’re all ancient, and you’d never guess how bloodthirsty they are by appearance. I appreciate a good fight and a cold stack of cash as much as the next guy, but I don’t ever confuse money for power like they do. Power is in the man, it’s in his core. It’s not in how you can throw your money around and get other people to do your dirty work. I have no respect for these men.
I interrupt Angelo and Carlito by clapping my little brother on the back. “The fuck are you two talking about over here?”
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