by B. B. Hamel
And Lucas was intense. Everything he said, every move he made, it all had an edge to it, like he was on the verge of throwing me down and fucking me senseless. I’d been soaking wet since the moment I met him, and I couldn’t get him out of my mind .
Which was why my hand slipped down between my legs. I pressed my back against the cool tile wall and began to gently rub myself, thinking about him .
The way he handled me in the limo. His confidence, his cool calm, the way he teased me. It all drove me absolutely wild .
He was an arrogant asshole, but I couldn’t deny that he made me feel something. I wanted to know what it would be like to slide down along his cock, to let him sink himself deep inside me .
I was sure he could handle me. He could throw me around if he wanted. I would let him do what he wanted, take charge, show me the sort of man he was. Like in the limo, I wanted to feel his fingers again, but more. I wanted to feel his mouth roam my body, touch my skin, lick and suck my clit until I couldn’t stand it anymore .
And I wanted his cock in my mouth. I felt so dirty for thinking it, but I wanted to taste his cock on my tongue, to suck him until he groaned. He made me hungry for it, and although I knew it was completely wrong, I wanted to suck him off in a dark corner of the house .
I rubbed myself faster, my fingers working my slick clit as I imagined what I’d let him do to me. I knew I couldn’t, because if we were caught things could be very bad, but I wanted it anyway. He could fuck me in the pool, slide his thick cock between my legs from behind. I was sure he’d make me beg for it first, and although it would drive me wild, it would only make it that much sweeter when he finally pushed himself deep inside me .
I could only imagine the dirty things he’d whisper in my ear and the shiver that would run through my body as I felt him fuck me deep. I wanted that shiver, wanted those dirty words. I wanted to ride his tongue, or maybe bend forward and suck his cock while he licked my pussy .
I could feel my orgasm coming on as I pictured him fucking me from behind, holding my hips tight between his hands. He’d slam himself deep inside me, tell me how dirty I was, how much of a slut I was for giving myself to him .
I came, saying his name softly, my fingers working my clit .
My body wanted him so, so badly. I felt a rush of excitement as I finished my shower. At least I’d gotten off, and he probably wouldn’t bother me so much at dinner .
I climbed out of the shower and began to towel off. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door .
I quickly wrapped the towel around myself and ran over to the door. “Just a second!” I called .
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt before pulling the door open .
Sitting on the floor was a simple white box with a small red bow. Curious, I bent over and grabbed it, carrying it into my room. I shut the door behind me and locked it .
“What are you?” I said out loud to myself. I placed the box down on a table. There was a card with my name on it written in a hand I didn’t recognize .
I opened the card and read it .
Dear wife, I thought you might like something to wear for tonight. Don’t worry, I borrowed it from my sister. I hope it’s your taste. Yours, Lucas .
Frowning, I opened the box .
Inside was a gorgeous black dress. I pulled it out and held it up. It was light and beautiful, probably more expensive than anything I ever wore, and probably my size, too. I frowned at the card again. I hadn’t even realized that I had a stepsister now, too. Nobody seemed to mention her .
I took the dress into the bathroom and finished drying off. Once I was finished, I pulled the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror .
It was tight and revealing. The neckline plunged down, showing off my breasts, and it was tight around my hips. I was afraid to even walk in it in case my ass suddenly fell out .
There was no way I was wearing it, but the message was clear: Lucas wanted to see me in it. And the mere thought made my pussy wet all over again .
Stop it, Natalie, I thought to myself. Get yourself together. He’s just teasing you .
I pulled the dress off and carefully draped it over a chair. I couldn’t wear it, but maybe I could use it for revenge someday in the future .
More importantly though, I was very curious about this stepsister I hadn’t heard of. I made a note to make sure I met her at dinner, or at least asked about her .
Shaking my head, I started to get dressed in something a bit more appropriate. Damn Lucas. I didn’t care if he was let down. I wasn’t about to show up in that dress in front of my new family, even if I wanted to get the hell out of here .
He could go tease someone else. I wasn’t going to fall for it anymore .
That was what I told myself, at least. I didn’t want to go to this dinner, but I also didn’t feel like making a scene with my mother and my new stepfather. I might as well try to get along with them, at least until I figured something else out .
A knot in my stomach, I finished getting ready, trying not to think about the dress draped over the chair and what it meant .
“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Arturo said. He stood at the head of a long table in the middle of a large banquet hall. At least twenty other people, mostly other men, sat at the table, and everyone held up their glass of wine .
“As you all know, I have not taken a new bride in a very, very long time, which is why my marriage to Camille is very important and dear to me. I hope you all welcome her and her lovely daughter into our family. To Camille, my love, salute .”
Everyone repeated “salute” and clinked glasses .
I avoided Lucas’s look. I was seated next to my mother at the one end of the table. Arturo was at the end, one place setting was empty to Arturo’s right, and Lucas was seated across from me .
“Thank you, darling,” Mom said. “That was lovely .”
“I meant every word.” Arturo looked at me. “I hope you’ll feel welcome here, Natalie. I’m very glad you’re a part of my family .”
“Thank you,” I said .
Camille kissed him. “You’re too kind, Arturo .”
“Nonsense,” he said, and the two of them began talking quietly to each other .
I felt like I was going to retch, so I looked away .
Lucas caught my eye. “What do you think ?”
“Of what ?”
“This.” He gestured around him. “Pretty absurd, right ?”
I laughed. “A bit much, yeah .”
The room was enormous, and the table was set right in the middle of it. Staff came and went with the food, placing fine wines and other delicious things on the table in front of the guests. I didn’t know who anybody was, although Arturo had briefly introduced them all at the beginning .
They were all “business associates,” which clearly meant they were all important mobsters. Nobody was saying that out loud, of course, but the implication was pretty clear .
The first course came, and I started eating. I avoided Lucas’s eye, although he became embroiled in a conversation with the portly man next to him. I kept wondering about my stepsister and why she hadn’t shown up yet. I assumed the empty seat was meant for her .
After the salads were cleared, I leaned in toward Lucas. “So,” I said, “where’s this famous sister ?”
Lucas paused and glanced at his father. “In her rooms, I expect .”
“Why isn’t she here ?”
He gave me a strange look. “Louisa is busy. That’s all .”
He seemed to be avoiding the question entirely, and I could tell by his expression that I shouldn’t press .
“Did you get my gift?” he asked .
“Obviously,” I said .
“Not obviously since you aren’t wearing it .”
“That wouldn’t be appropriate.” I felt myself blushing, wondering if anyone was listening to us .
“Just a simple gift, Natalie.” His smile was so disarming, so handsome. “Nothing mor
e than that .”
I felt his foot suddenly move up my leg .
What an asshole. I kicked him away and he grinned even larger .
“Natalie,” Arturo said suddenly, “what are you studying at school ?”
“Computer science,” I said .
“Computers!” Arturo exclaimed, laughing. “You would get along well with Louisa .”
I glanced at Lucas and he looked surprised. “I’d love to meet her,” I said .
“Ah, well, soon enough,” Arturo said .
“I would too, Artie,” Mom said .
Artie? I wanted to fucking vomit .
“Soon, very soon .”
“Louisa keeps to herself,” Lucas said quickly .
“What do you mean?” Mom asked. “I’m her new stepmother. I should at least meet her .”
The look on Arturo’s face was strange. “Mother,” I said quickly, “maybe you should tell Arturo and Lucas about your last show .”
“Well, I’d love to.” She launched into a description of her last reality show .
Mom was always good for a quick distraction, especially if you asked her about herself. But I could tell there was something weird about Louisa, something that strained Arturo and Lucas’s relationship .
The night wore on slowly, and I began to get bored. As the main course was removed, I felt my phone vibrate in my bag. I reached down to the floor and pulled it out .
One text from an unknown number. Having a good time ?
Who is this ?
Look up .
Lucas had his phone out and was smirking at me. “ How — ”
“Lovely wine, right?” he said quickly, interrupting me .
“Sure,” I said. My phone vibrated again .
You know why I sent you that dress ?
Because you’re an ass ?
Because I wanted to fuck you while you wore it. I’d slip it just up above your hips and sink my cock deep into that tight, wet pussy .
Too bad that isn’t happening .
It is too bad. Just think, if I got you off with only my fingers, imagine what I can do with my tongue ?
I felt a deep, scarlet blush come onto my cheeks .
“Darling?” my mother said to me. “What’s the matter? You look a little warm .”
“Ah, nothing,” I said. “I’m just feeling tired. It was a very long day .”
“Say no more, dear,” Arturo said. “Go. Don’t let us old men keep you here .”
“Thank you, Arturo.” I stood up quickly. “Good night everyone .”
I quickly turned and left the table, heading back toward my room .
As I got out of the hall, my phone vibrated again. My cock is hard just thinking about you in that dress. Come to my rooms and wear only that any time you want .
I leaned up against a wall, breathing heavily. Lucas was such an ass, but I didn’t know why I let him get to me so easily .
I turned off my phone and put it into my pocket .
I shook my head, getting myself together. I really was exhausted from the long day .
It only took one staff member to give me directions this time before I locked my bedroom door .
What a day. I flopped down into my bed and tried not to think about my stepbrother, my husband .
10
Lucas
M y mind kept ranging back over the day before as Vince drove the car out into the city .
Natalie’s body, her questions at dinner, everything about her drove me insane. And I loved teasing her more than anything, especially since she was so easy to rile up. All it took was a little dirty talk and she was running away like it terrified her to even consider .
Vince headed deep into the city, and I knew I needed to get my mind right. I couldn’t be distracted on a job, especially not on an important job. We were out scouting the locals for any information on what happened to our shipment for the Russians .
Vince turned into a seedy neighborhood toward the very heart of the city. This was my neighborhood, my turf, and even though it was a little run down, it was still one of the best-earning areas in the city. Arturo gave it to me a long time ago, and I had turned it from a piece-of-shit patch of run-down land to a profitable business in only a few years .
I knew the place like the back of my hand, and I knew the guy we were looking for liked to spend his time at a piece-of-shit crack den at the end of a dead end street. Vince turned the car toward it and parked .
“You don’t need to be doing this, you know,” Vince said .
“I know that .”
“We got guys. We can send them .”
“I know, Vince.” I climbed out of the car and he followed me. “I like doing shit like this. People need to see my face, know that I’m for real .”
“I know, boss. Just saying .”
We walked down the block, and I watched a pack of locals quickly move inside their houses. I smiled to myself, satisfied with their reaction .
I was known. I was feared by many and loved by many. I tried to take care of my people the best I could, but there were a lot of shitty assholes living in the slums, and I did not abide by their garbage. If they crossed me, I killed them. If they injured my business, I injured their bodies. It was a pretty simple way of operating. I wasn’t going to win a ton of best friends, but I was going to run a tight operation .
We walked to the end of the block and Vince climbed up the steps. I saw his hand was on his gun as he kicked open the door .
I followed him in, making a face. The place smelled fetid, like body odor and rotten plants. The windows were blocked with blankets and the rooms were littered with detritus. I kicked aside some empty cans and followed Vince farther into the house .
“Rodney White,” Vince called out, “we know you’re in here .”
People were looking at us curiously. Some of them I recognized, but most of them were strangers, showing up with some cash to score and hang around for a while .
Rodney ran the joint. He was also part of the squad that was responsible for security on the Russian drop .
“Rodney,” Vince yelled again, “get your ass out here before we start hurting people .”
I leaned up against the door and caught sight of two people lying together on a dingy mattress in the room next to us. They were staring at me, afraid but curious. I sneered at them and they quickly looked away .
“Vince,” Rodney said, coming down the stairs. “Lucas. Hey, guys.” He looked nervous .
Of course he did. The shipment he was supposed to guard got fucking pinched, and now we were showing up at his place unannounced. Anybody could put that together .
I stormed past Vince and walked up to Rodney. “Hi, Rod. Tell us what happened .”
He held up his hands. “I don’t know, I swear. One second we was watching out, all clear, and the next the cops were swarmin’. I barely got out .”
I hit him in the nose with the palm of my hand. He fell backward onto his ass, groaning and clutching his nose .
People were watching, now more curious at the sight of violence than afraid. Vince drew his gun and people quickly disappeared back into their little holes .
I got into Rodney’s face. “Listen, Rod,” I said. “I don’t feel like wasting time. It smells like fucking shit in here .”
“Sorry,” he muttered .
“You know I don’t like hurting you, right, Rod ?”
“Sure.”
“But you know someone fucking talked, and you’re on the list of suspects. So please, Rod, give me something I can use .”
“I don’t know anything, Lucas. Please believe me .”
I sighed. “I’m starting to get annoyed. Do I work well when I’m annoyed, Vince ?”
“No, you don’t .”
“I really don’t,” I said, shaking my head .
“I been listening for you, but I didn’t hear anything .”
I hit Rodney again, this time in the stomach. He doubled over. I saw blood drop from his nos
e onto the stairs .
“I don’t believe you .”
He groaned. “Please, man .”
“Talk to me, Rodney .”
“You got to believe me .”
I took out my gun and hit him with the butt. He fell to the side and I hit him again .
“Okay!” he yelled. “Okay, please .”
“Talk, Rod .”
“It’s nothing I heard, just something I saw .”
“Tell me .”
“Russians. That night. They backed off, just a minute before the cops showed up. Almost like they knew .”
I looked at Rodney long and hard. “That’s a serious accusation, Rod .”
“I know, man. I didn’t want to say nothing since I’m not so sure, but shit. It’s what I saw .”
I believed him. I wasn’t sure why, since I had basically beat him until he told me what I wanted to hear, but there had been something weird about that night .
“Okay,” I said. “Okay, Rod. You did good .”
I patted him on the shoulder. He flinched away .
“We should go,” Vince said .
I noticed the crack heads were all out and watching again. “Sure. Rod, you take care. I’ll have someone come out and clean this place up, okay ?”
“Okay, Lucas. Okay. Sorry I held that back .”
“It’s okay.” I nodded at Vince and we walked back out the front door .
“What do you make of it?” he asked me .
“I believe him,” I said .
“Makes no sense though. Why dime out their own shipment ?”
“I’m not sure. But we need to get eyes on that truck again .”
“It’s impounded. Police custody .”
I shrugged. “Police custody doesn’t mean what it once did .”
He smirked. “Yeah, guess not .”
We climbed into the car together, and Vince began heading back toward the compound .
My heart was racing in my chest. Part of me loved the rush of violence, the thrill of it. I didn’t want to hurt an innocent guy like Rodney, especially one that worked well for me, but I couldn’t tolerate bullshit. I couldn’t appear soft in front of his people or my own .