by D J Parker
He dropped me onto a soft surface. My body bounced up and down before settling in place. I leaned against my elbows, staring at Nicolai’s lust-filled eyes. He continued to watch me, my legs spreading open for him to see my wet sex. He licked his lips as he cupped my drenched mound, kneading my folds with his knuckles. A whimper escaped me as he backed away from me.
He grabbed the flaps of his shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew, hitting the wooden floors. My eyes connected with the scars all over his body. Someone went to great lengths to destroy his body, but he’d remained unbreakable.
I sat up and slid down to the edge of the bed. I reached out to him, my fingertips grazing the longest scar on his stomach. I leaned forward, replacing my fingers with my lips. I kissed along the purplish pink flesh. My lips continued to travel along his stomach, stopping along the way to kiss his other scars. I could feel his body shaking.
I reached for his belt and unbuckled. My fingers worked to undo his button and zipper. I pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his erect dick. My mouth watered as I stared at the mushroom head. I opened my mouth, darting my tongue along the tip. I needed to taste more of him, so I opened my mouth wider and began to swallow inch after inch. Even when I couldn’t swallow any more of him, I still pushed more of his length into my mouth and down my throat.
“What are you doing to me?” he moaned, as he sunk his fingers into my hair. He held onto my head and thrust his dick in and out of my mouth. I gagged, but I wanted more.
I grabbed his ass and continued to bob my head back and forth.
“Reign,” he growled and said something in Italian that sounded so sensual and sexy. I wanted him to say more.
“Ahh,” a cry, rose from the pit of my stomach and muffled into his dick when he wrapped his hand around my hair and yanked it.
No one had ever grabbed my hair during sex, but his tug turned me on. I reached between his legs and massaged his balls. I pulled his dick out of my mouth to the tip and began suctioning the head with my lips while my fingers glided up and down his shaft. My pussy hole contracted, wishing that it had been his dick that my walls was closing in on. A mixture of my arousal and my cum from earlier coated the lips of my pussy. I wanted to ride his dick.
His groans became deeper. “I’m cumming!”
I pulled his dick out of my mouth seconds before ropes of his warm cum squirted all over my cheeks, lips, and chin. I swiped my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting his cum. His gaze grew darker as he watched me savor his sweet and salty cum.
I swiped my finger over my chin and pushed more cum into my mouth. “Mmm.”
His voice became aggressive as he said some more things in Italian. He tore his eyes away from me and moved to the bedside table. He tugged on the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. When he turned around, I saw that he was fully erect again. He tore the foil and rolled the condom down his shaft. I rose from the bed and walked over to him. Though he physically could overpower me, I knew that when it came to sex, we were both alphas. We gave as much as we took.
I pushed him onto the bed, his dick pointed straight up. I climbed on top, straddling him. I lowered my pussy onto his dick, contracting every inch that slid into me. His eyes penetrated mine. I leaned forward, bringing my lips close to his. He cupped my sticky cheek and pulled my lips into his. This kiss was soft and tender and filled with so much meaning that could not be explained with words.
A strange emotion erupted in my chest. It was foreign, yet it felt so natural. With his other hand gipping my ass, I began to move, rocking into his hard body to a slow ballet that only we could hear.
My orgasm no longer belonged to me…or my husband. It was under new management and the owner stood over six feet, had intense blue eyes, and a killer mouth.
Reign
The sun laid its hands on my skin, caressing me awake. I twisted my face into the pillow, trying to block the morning rays. A groan left me as I exhaled a loud breath out of my nose. A few seconds later, I forced myself to turn around and face the sun. I held my hand up to the direction of the sun as I sat up in the bed.
I knew where I was and was surprised guilt didn’t greet me. I rubbed my eyes and turned to see if Nicolai was still asleep. His side of the bed was empty. On the pillow was a Little Golden Book’s version of Sleeping Beauty. I smiled inwardly as I grabbed the book.
“Definitely not my favorite princess either,” I mumbled as I flipped the cover open.
A piece of paper slipped out, bigger than the pieces of paper he’d slipped in the two previous books. I opened the note and read:
I wanted to be the first thing you saw when you woke up this morning.
I guess that’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning. Something pressing
came up that couldn’t wait. I’ll be back soon. I’ve arranged for the chef
to come upstairs to make you breakfast. Just dial down and they’ll send him up.
-Nicolai
P.S. Is this your favorite princess?
I tucked the note back into the book and slipped out of his bed. I went into the bathroom and saw that a robe, a new toothbrush, mouthwash, and soap were sitting on the counter under a folded towel and washcloth.
Always two steps ahead, I smiled as I grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste. After brushing my teeth, I walked over to the walk-in shower that was directly across the room from the bathtub. I turned on the knob and angled the sprinkler head lower so that the water did not splash over my silk-pressed strands.
I left the bathroom to head over to the couch where I had tossed my clutch the night before. It was still there along with my shoes, bra, thong, and dress. I picked up my dress, bra and thong, folded them, and headed back into his bedroom.
I was going to have to head back to my apartment to get a change of clothes. I thought about calling Carter but thought better of it. Instead, I grabbed the bobby pins inside my clutch and twisted my straightened strands into a tight, ninja style bun.
I went back to the bathroom, showered, tossed on my bra and dress, and stuffed my thong into my clutch. Then, I made his bed and looked around to ensure everything was in order before leaving the room, grabbing my shoes as I headed out the door.
Nicolai
This was the second time I’d left before she woke. Though both times had been because of business, I felt unsettled—even more so now than before. Last time, she’d left. Still, I had been at a disadvantage last time because I didn’t know her name. This time, I wrote a note as soon as I got back from the gift store. I did everything but begged her to wait for me. I left her clothes in the same place they had been pulled off and ensured she had everything she needed to make her feel comfortable while I was out.
I never brought a woman back to my place. Yet, I’d brought her back to my place and left her to roam my home.
I waited for the alarms to go off, but they never came. I found myself normalizing her presence like she’d always been a part of me. The shit was crazy.
“We’re here.” Battista turned off the ignition.
I glanced at the three-story apartment building. “Is he up there?”
“Yup. Him, his wife, and kids.”
“Let’s go.” I unlocked the door and pulled on the latch.
Battista and I climbed the three flights of stairs and opened the door of apartment 306. I turned to Battista and nodded my head. On my cue, we both slid our ski masks down our faces. Whimpering followed by pleas met us at the door. We walked down the short hallway before coming upon the living room. Three of Battista’s men already had their guns aimed at the family of five sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room.
“Please, let my family go. If money is what you want, I don’t have much, but whatever I have you can have. It’s all yours. Just let my family go.”
The plea came from Nice. I scanned the frightened faces of his wife and kids before shifting my attention back to the man with the scar that ran down the middle of his face.
“Don’t worry, no harm is goi
ng to come to your kids and wife.” I turned to the man to the left of me with his gun aimed at one of the kids’ head. In Italian, I ordered, “Take the kids in the room. Did you collect their cell phones?”
“They’re all in the fish tank,” one of the men responded back in Italian. I looked over at the fish bowl that had been filled with four cell phones.
I shifted my attention back to the family and lowered myself to the boy’s eye level. “How old are you?”
“He’s just a kid. Please don’t hurt him,” the woman who I assumed to be his wife pleaded through heavy tears.
“How old is he?” I asked her.
“He’s ten.”
I turned to the boy. “Do you want to protect your sisters?”
When the boy nodded a tearful yes, I continued, “Go with this man. Don’t do anything stupid. You protect your sisters by following the directions. Got it?”
He nodded.
“Now go.”
“Wait! Please don’t take my babies!” the woman pleaded as the children followed the soldier into a bedroom. “Let me go with them!”
“No, your husband is going to need you,” I told her as I faced him. “As I said before, no harm is going to come to them so long as you answer my questions honestly.”
“Ask me anything and I’ll tell you.”
“Good.” I rose. I turned to the soldier that had his gun aimed at her head. “Tape her mouth.”
“Sir, please! Please don’t hurt my wife,” Nice begged.
“I’m a man of my word. No harm will come to your family so long as you answer my questions honestly.” I asked him a trial run question. “Do you know Tommy Neglia?”
“Tommy Neglia? Who the hell is that?”
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” I grabbed his wife’s hand and pulled out my switch blade from my back pocket. “Wrong answer.”
“Wait!” Nice screamed, halting my blade from slicing the tip of his wife’s index finger off. “Tommy. Yes, I know him.”
“From where?” I asked, another trial run question.
“Harlem. He runs a drug operation out of the Wagner Houses.”
“Did you know that there was going to be a raid?”
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Oh, on second thought,” he stuttered. “I got a tip that the DEA was going to be shaking up the neighborhood.”
“Who tipped you?” I released his wife’s hand.
“A guy that knows an agent in the DEA. He told me that Tommy would be picked up during the shakedown. All the drugs would be pinned on him.”
“Who’s this guy?”
“Fuck.” Nice hissed as he closed his eyes. “I’m a dead man.”
“I’ll kill you and your family if you don’t start talking,” I warned. “Who the fuck is he?”
“His name is Angelo.”
“Angelo who?”
“Angelo. Angelo—uh, Angelo Salmieri.”
All of the blood drained from my face as I repeated, “Angelo Salmieri?”
“Yeah.”
I could feel Battista’s eyes on me. He was perhaps just as confused as I was. What the fuck did the head of the Salmieri family have to do with this? Angelo was a newcomer. How the hell did he have ties to an agent in the DEA? Was he an informant?
All thoughts crossed my mind but none of them were able to piece together the puzzles Nice had given me.
“Who’s Capone?” I asked.
Nice’s face pinched with confusion. “Who the fuck is Capone?”
“Don’t fuck with me,” I warned, grabbing his wife’s hand. “I’ll cut your wife’s whole hand off and make you eat if you lie to me again.”
“I’m not lying. I don’t know no fucking Capone. I answer to Angelo only. I give him the money and he breaks me off with something so that I can keep a roof over my family’s head.”
“He’s telling the truth,” Battista said in Italian from behind me. “The man is pissing on himself.”
I glanced down and sure enough, the whole front of his denim jeans was soaked. “Are you still in contact with Angelo?”
“Not since the shakedown. I was told to lay low until he gave me the okay to move around.”
“Where’s your burner phone?”
“My what?”
“The phone that you use to communicate with Angelo. Where is it?”
Nice shook his head and closed his eyes. “It’s in a black Jordans shoe box in the hallway closet.”
Battista went to the closet and came back a few minutes later with a black flip phone. He passed it to me, and I flipped it open. “What’s the password?”
“2098.”
I unlocked his phone and saw that the last phone call had been the night before the raid. There hadn’t been any contact since.
I slipped the cell phone into my pocket and ordered the soldier to get the other soldier from the bedroom. I told Battista’s men to leave first before Battista and I left.
“If I find out that you tipped Angelo Salmieri off, I will come back here and chop your wife’s hands off first and then your children. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir.” The shudder in his voice could not be missed.
Battista and I left the apartment, going down the flight of stairs to ground level.
We hopped in the car and headed back into the city.
Nicolai
Why the hell did she run?
I walked throughout the four-bedroom penthouse suite looking for Reign. Save for the way my bed was made, any trace of her ever being there was gone. I had called down to see if the chef had come upstairs to prepare her breakfast, but no call came from this suite.
Maybe I should be grateful that she was gone, especially after leaving Nice’s house. I should’ve gone straight to Angelo Salmieri like Battista had suggested, but I’d told him no. I wanted to see how things would play out.
Though a large part of my decision had been based on wanting to see how this played out, there was also a part of me that had wanted to get back to her.
But she was gone. She’d run off again. I tried to contain the rage that coursed throughout my body, but there was no tempering it. When my intercom chimed, I nearly punched the panel on the wall.
“What?” I screamed into the intercom.
“Good evening. I have Reign Johnson down here.”
“Send her up.” My voice softened, though there was still an edge.
The tension in my chest eased, but not completely. I waited, staring at the door until a light knock forced me to move. I walked over to the door and opened it. There, in the doorway, stood the author of my madness. And just like an author, she rewrote my chapter, erasing the rage. My eyes swept her body, taking every inch of her. God was she the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
She was dressed in black leggings, a hoodie, and sneakers. She wore a snapback cap that had the Brooklyn Nets logo on the front. She had no makeup on, not that she needed it.
“Sorry, I forgot to write a—”
My lips slammed into hers, searching for her soft purrs and dancing tongue. It was unreal how good her mouth tasted or how I’d become addicted. I pulled her body into mine, crushing her against my chest as the bags in her hands crashed onto the floor. I dragged her body into the suite, lifting her off her feet as she hooked her arms around my neck. I led us into my bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. We tore at each other’s clothes until there was nothing but skin on skin.
I ran my fingers down her slick pussy. I didn’t think there would ever be a time when she was not ready for me.
I reluctantly pulled away and snatched the condoms off the bedside table. I tore the foil and rolled the condom down my rock-hard shaft. I glided the tip up and down her slit, pressing into her throbbing clit. She rocked her pelvis up and down, circling her hips so that the tip of my dick rubbed her clit. I hiked her leg over my shoulder, spreading her pussy further apart so that my dick laid between her slit. When she started to rock her hips faster,
I moved my dick from her slit and entered her in one swift thrust.
Her moans filled my ears as her nails dug into my skin. Each thrust was hard as I pulled out to the tip and slammed into her with a need I couldn’t quite understand. I wished I could keep her there for always, bind her to my bedroom, but I knew I couldn’t.
I continued ramming into her as my tongue mated with her tongue. We were a perfect disaster. A tragedy waiting to happen. But, in that moment and I was sure every moment hereafter, Reign would be all that I wanted. Unconventional, but mine.
We came together, crashing on a bed of stars as our orgasms rocked our bodies. Even when the final jolt left me, I remained inside her. I kissed her lips, the corners of her mouth, and her chin.
When I finally slid my semi soft dick out of her, I pulled her into my arms, cradling her as I walked us to the bathroom. I let her down onto her feet and went to the standup shower.
“Have you ever used the tub?”
I looked over my shoulder at the custom tub that was designed with my height in mine. “Nah. I never got around to using it.”
“Well,” she moved past me and cut the shower off, “I went to Bath and Body Works specifically to get bath balls and bubble bath gel.”
I watched her hips, her thighs, her ass. I was completely spellbound. But when she bent over to turn the knob, I nearly dragged her back to the bed to fuck her again. She moved quickly, grabbing the bag of bath balls and bubble bath gel from the front and dropping it into the hot water. Sometime in the middle of her preparing the bubble bath, she lit candles and turned off the bathroom light. The smell of peppermint and eucalyptus filled the bathroom.
“Come.” She slipped her hand into mine and led me to the tub. “Get in.”
“Aren’t you coming in?” I asked, sinking into the hot bubbly water.
“No, I want you to relax while I take care of you.”
“I’d relax if you were in here with me.” I grabbed her hand and stared into those big brown eyes. “You came back. That’s enough for me.”