He lets out a hissing breath, and a soft moan escapes.
The X has kicked in. He’s in a fight with himself right now. His brain knows he shouldn’t let this happen, but it feels too good to stop. The body will win eventually. It always does.
I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth, and he thrusts up his hips, meeting my movements. His hands grip the edge of the chair tightly. So tightly, his knuckles are turning white. And his head dips back. All I can see is his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
He lets out a loud moan before emptying himself in my mouth. I swallow it down and stand, pulling my G-string from beneath my skirt and the pasties from my nipples.
I take my place on top of him, and his head lifts. He opens his mouth to say something, probably another protest. But again, the body always wins. His mouth presses against mine as his tongue slides between my lips. With strong hands, he holds my hips, lifting me up until he lowers me onto his dick.
I never thought I’d know the feeling of Enzo sliding inside of me. For years, I’ve imagined what it would feel like. It’s so much better than I pictured. We haven’t even moved yet, and already I’m ready to shatter.
He lifts me up. Slowly, he allows me to slide back down. The process repeats. Over and over. All the while, his tongue tangles with mine. Finally, after going slow, he can’t take it anymore. He stands, clutching me against him, and presses my back against the wall, pounding into me. It’s hot and beyond my wildest fantasies. The bourbon on his tongue and the feeling of him moving within me has me drunk.
His fingertips bite into my hips as he struggles to maintain control. Mine dig into his back. All I can hear is the beat of the loud music from the club and our heavy breathing.
With one last roll of his hips, I reach my peak and shatter around him, calling out his name.
His release soon follows, only it’s not my name he calls out. “Fuck, Amelia,” he whispers against my hair like a plea or a prayer.
My blood runs cold as we both freeze. I push against his chest. “Did you just call me by my mother’s name?”
He places me on my feet. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Harper. I just…”
I march across the room and pick up my panties. “Is that why you were fired? Have you been fucking my mom?”
He rights his clothing and leans against the wall, holding his head in his hands. “I didn’t want this, Harper. I told you no. Why couldn’t you just fucking listen?”
Now that I’m dressed I walk up to him. “Have you been fucking my mother behind my dad’s back?”
His eyes meet mine, and I can see the sadness and shame behind them. “I’m sorry, Harper. I fell in love with her.”
Whatever love or lust I had for him is instantly gone. I reach out and smack him across the face. “I hate you.” I stomp out of the room, leaving him alone.
2
Tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. My nose burns with the effort to hold them in. I did this. Me.
He told me no, and I basically twisted his arm. I’m not mad about the sex. I’ve had sex with a lot of guys — some of them, I can’t even remember their names if I even knew them to begin with.
What pisses me off is that he’s been fucking my mom. I thought my mom was a Madden Novelli DieHard. I never thought she’d stab him in the back this way.
My dad, God love him, he’s fucked up. He can’t keep it in his pants for more than a day. He’s always fucked around on her. But I know how much he loves her. I thought she loved him the same. I’m so torn. It pisses me off that Mom would fuck over Dad. But at the same time, part of me understands why. We’ve never talked about any of this, but I can tell the difference in what my mom and dad have compared to what other couples have. My parents, despite the level of fucked up they are, are meant to be together. He loves her. He’d die for her. I can’t imagine how upset he must be if he found out about Enzo and my mom. She loves him. She’d not only die for him, but she continues to stay with his cheating ass. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
I can’t blame my mom for sleeping around because my dad does it to her. But Enzo? She had to pick Enzo? She’s always known I’ve had a thing for him. Plus, he’s her husband’s assistant. Couldn’t she have picked a random off the street like everyone else?
Yanking on my street clothes, I leave the changing room.
“Hey, where you going?” my boss, Mick, asks.
“I’m done for the night.” I stomp past him.
He grabs me by my bicep, spinning me around. “The hell you are! We’re short-handed tonight.”
I look at his hand on me and back to his beady eyes. “You, of all people, are going to put your hands on me?” My eyes widen with the question.
Suddenly, he realizes his mistake. “I’m so-sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” he stutters with contrition.
“That’s better. I’m sure Daddy wouldn’t be too happy with you if I told him you hired me to begin with.” I smile sweetly before turning and heading toward the bar.
I order a drink and take a seat. When it’s placed in front of me, I toss it back, ordering another as the burn spreads throughout my chest chipping at the ice Enzo’s confession created.
“I got this round.” A man sits down beside me. Turning, I check him out: dark hair styled to perfection, dark scruff covering his angular jaw, and tan skin. His light blue eyes shine under the flashing lights of the club. He was with my dad’s guys earlier.
“Thanks.” I grin impishly.
“No problem. I’m Ranger.”
“Harper.” I take a sip of the fresh drink placed in front of me. “You work for my dad too?” I notice Enzo walk out of the private room. He sticks close to the wall, glancing all over the place as he heads for the exit. Just before he pushes through the door, our eyes meet. His lips are pressed in a tight line, and the lines around his eyes have become deeper. Forcefully, he casts his eyes away from mine and leaves the club.
Ranger must have seen the exchange. He casually nods toward the door. “He’s not in his right mind, you know?”
My nose wrinkles. “I don’t care. He told me why he was fired. Too bad my dad didn’t just shoot him.”
He looks over my face as if he’s studying it. “Did he do something to you back there? Hurt you?” He motions toward the private rooms with his head.
“Yeah, he told me he stabbed my dad in the back. I’m glad he’s gone.” I don’t bother telling him the rest. How can I admit I fucked the guy my mom’s been carrying on an affair with? What would that say about me?
“Want to get out of here? Go someplace a little quieter?”
I throw back the last of my drink and notice the two guys who gave me the X heading over. “I’d love to.”
We both stand and walk out of the club side by side.
“What did you have in mind?” I come to a stop next to my car.
He leans against it and shrugs. “Nothing really. We can grab a bottle and head back to my place. Well, not my place. I don’t have a place I can take you back to. I’m staying in a hotel.”
“Sure, why not? Get in.” I climb behind the wheel, and he jogs around to the passenger side.
I start it up, and he runs his hand over the dash. “This fucking car is sexy as fuck.”
My eyebrow raises as I look over at him. “My car is sexy?” I take in the sleek lines of my black Lamborghini.
He grins. “Fuck yeah. You’re too spoiled if you can’t appreciate the sexiness of this car.”
I laugh but don’t argue. He’s probably right. I’ve been surrounded by expensive things my whole life. They’re no longer expensive to me. Now, they’re just things.
We swing by a liquor store, and he steals a cheap bottle of vodka. Then we make our way to his hotel.
“You know, I could’ve paid for that. Then we could’ve at least got something worth drinking.” I swipe the bottle from his hand as we’re walking down the hallway toward his room.
“See? Too spoiled. Have you ever
drunk stolen vodka before?” He comes to a stop at a door, and I lean against the wall as he taps the keycard against the lock.
“I used to steal my dad’s liquor when he wasn’t looking.”
He opens the door. “Yeah, but that’s not the same. If your dad caught you, you’d what, get grounded? If you get caught stealing this stuff, you’d be going to jail. The rush, the adrenaline, it makes it taste better.” He closes the door and flips on the light. “You’ll see.”
He picks up two paper cups that are stacked next to the ice bucket and pours a little in both, handing one over.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I toss it back and sputter. The burn makes me gasp. “Have you ever drunk good vodka before? There’s no burn.” I crumble the cup and toss it at him.
He rolls his light blue eyes. “The burn makes you appreciate it more. You can’t go through life having everything handed to you, princess. Or else it’ll all be meaningless. You need to work to appreciate it.”
I stand from my place on the bed and take the bottle from his hand. Tipping it back, I take a long drink. “How about that? It wasn’t handed to me. I took it. Is that like working?” I set the bottle down on the table with a quiet thud and take a step closer to him, crowding his personal space. He doesn’t retreat like most men that know who I am would.
He licks his lips and shrugs. “If you don’t work, then you steal. It’s just the basic law around here.” His hand lands on my lower back, and he pulls me against him with his lips on mine. It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had. A few seconds of our lips tangling has me forgetting about every single kiss before.
He begins walking me backward, toward the bed. I break the kiss and look up into his blue eyes. “You know my dad will kill you for touching me, right?”
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a hard as fuck six pack. I want to run my hands over the ridges of his muscles. Or better yet, my tongue. “I’m not scared of your dad.” His lips find mine again, and I allow him to lay me back.
He settles between my parted legs, and his weight pushes me against the bed. Ranger is a big guy. There’s no way I’d ever be able to get him off of me if I wanted, but I don’t want to. His mass pressing against me, his erection rubbing the right spot, and his wandering hands traveling my body, feel too good.
Shifting up on his knees, his eyes lock on mine as he tugs my panties down my legs slowly. I lift my hips and allow the thin material to be pulled from my body. Without breaking our eye contact, he unbuttons his jeans and begins shoving them and his boxers down his hips.
My eyes slip to take him in. Damn. My mouth waters at the sight. His dick is just as big as the rest of him. It stands at attention, and I’m mesmerized, needing to reach out and feel the silky soft skin.
He doesn’t move as I move to my knees, taking him in hand. I stroke up and down his length, causing a drop of dew to bead up on the tip. I look up at him as I lick my lips in preparation.
Slowly, I lower my mouth to him, causing his to breath to hiss out.
“Harper, you don’t have to,” he whispers.
With him between my lips, I peer up at him and find his eyes rolling back as his head dips back and his mouth parts.
I don’t reply. I know I don’t have to. I want to. I want to taste him. I want to feel his soft skin against my lips and in my mouth. And everything is better than I imagined. His pre-come is salty, but his skin is sweet. The perfect combination.
I close my eyes and work him in and out of my mouth with quick movements, hitting my gag reflex, but still I keep going.
“Harper, you have to stop,” he groans. His hands land softly on my shoulders, causing me to pause before pulling away completely.
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
His hand reaches out to cup my cheek. “A little too much.” He lays me back once again. “I have a feeling you think it’s necessary. But I brought you here to give to you, not take from you.” His lips smash against mine, and my eyes close.
I’m completely out of my element with Ranger. He’s right. Most men I fool around with expect more on my part — like fucking me isn’t enough. It’s like they get their rocks off by having the Novelli Princess servicing them. Because of my name, I’ve become a challenge for most men. I’m expected to seem unreachable yet be easy at the same time. I’m supposed to act like a porn star but want nothing for myself — nothing more than giving pleasure, never receiving it.
Ranger makes his way down my body while I’m lost in my thoughts, but the second his hot mouth covers my clit, I’m brought back to the here and now.
I know it’s probably hard to believe, but even after all the men I’ve been with, I’ve never been here, on the receiving end. I’m not saying others haven’t tried, but because of the expectations I thought I had to live up to, I never let them. It’s official, I’ve been missing out. What Ranger’s doing with his tongue just may cause me to die from pleasure.
I don’t know how being with Ranger for these few minutes has changed my outlook on myself so much, and I have no time to think about it because already, I’m seeing stars.
When he slides two fingers inside of me while his mouth works me over, my orgasm rises. My hands fist in the sheets, and a moan escapes my lips. Lifting my head, I look down at him, wanting to see what it is he’s doing to my body. The visual only adds to my pleasure. When my release breaks and washes over me, my head falls back to revel in the feeling. The strongest orgasm I’ve ever had starts as a tingling that causes every muscle in my body to harden. It gains pressure and breaks down every barrier I have in place. It’s so strong I can feel it in my toes.
When it ends, I don’t even have time to collect my pieces. He moves up my body and slides deeply inside of me, causing a loud inhale to nearly echo around the room. His light blue eyes lock on mine, and the corners of his mouth turn up into a cocky smile. “I’ll take that as a sign of approval?” He rolls his hips, moving deeper inside me.
“Don’t ever stop fucking me, Ranger.” I pull his lips to mine, and he thrusts inside again.
3
When I wake in the morning, it’s to something gently touching my shoulder blade. I roll over and see beautiful blue eyes watching me.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He smiles before rolling on top of me.
“Mornin’,” I giggle as he travels down my body, stopping at the junction between my legs. The giggle is quickly replaced with a moan as he breathes across my skin. When his tongue flicks against me, all coherent thoughts are lost. My eyes roll back, and my lips part.
Ranger is becoming my newest addiction.
By the time I’m heading home, it’s late morning. I pull into the drive and let myself in. As I walk through the foyer, I see my dad behind his desk. He looks so fractured, staring down at the surface of his desk as if the key to life was carved in its surface. My heart aches from seeing him hurting.
I step into the room. “Knock, knock.”
He looks up at me. “Hi, princess. Where have you been?”
I walk across the room and take a seat across from him. “I went out with some friends. I ran into Enzo last night… He told me what happened.”
His head pops up from the stack of papers he’s looking at, a storm brewing in his eyes. “He told you?”
I shrug. “He was pretty wasted. I got it out of him.”
“That mother fucker.” Anger etches his face.
“What’s going to happen now?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, leaning back in his seat.
“With you and mom. Are you still together?” Please, don’t be getting a divorce.
He takes a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do, Harper. I love her,” his voice has a slight tremor to it. His eyes shimmer with emotion in a face I’ve never seen broken before. Swallowing, he continues, “And she loves me. But we’ve both fucked up. I shouldn’t have been doing the things I was doing. I didn’t treat her the way a man ought to treat the love of his life, his queen. I caused
this. Acting the way I did, it pushed her to do what she did. Let this be a lesson to you. If a man loves you, he’ll make you first always. You deserve it, princess. Find someone who’ll treat you better than I do your mom.”
“Does she love him?” My voice breaks when I ask the question.
“She says she doesn’t.” Relief trickles into my heart at his words.
“But he does love her. He told me.”
He nods. “He told me that too,” he whispers.
“Do you think he’ll actually stay away from her?” I ask skeptically.
“If he doesn’t, I will shoot the bastard. This is my family. You and your mom, you’re mine. I won’t let any of them take you from me. I will protect you until someone kills me.”
My heart hurting for him, for them, I stand and walk around his desk, leaning down for a hug. “I love you, Daddy.”
He squeezes me tightly. “I love you too, princess.”
It’s going on midnight, and I’m dancing the night away at an exclusive party that’s being held on a rooftop. I’m wasted. Everything feels so good. There’s a man behind me, rubbing against me as we dance. The drugs and booze in my system urge me to pull him off into a darkened corner, but when I open my eyes, they land on Ranger.
How’d he know I was here?
I don’t stop grinding against the man I don’t even know, but my eyes never leave Ranger’s either. He’s probably confused. Or thinks I’m a slut. I went into a private room with Enzo last night, then fucked him in his hotel room several times, and now I’m practically having sex with a man I don’t know on a dance floor. I can see how he could be confused.
With his eyes on mine, he begins coming closer until he’s standing directly in front of me. I stop moving, and the man behind me notices he’s about to lose me.
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