by Haley Ladawn
I chanced a look at the beautiful bastard, and sure as shit his lips, were lifted into a corrupted smile. At least someone was enjoying this.
“Not to break up this very intellectual conversation the two of you seem to be having.” I cleared my throat, looking toward Elisa with watchful eyes. “But where are you taking me?”
“It’s none of your goddamn business. Elliot, you had the mind to tie her up earlier. Why didn’t you consider it prior to throwing her into the car?” Elisa asked in annoyance, muttering something untellable under her breath.
“Elisa, your job isn’t to ask questions. It’s to fucking drive. So, shut the fuck up.”
“You know what?” She stopped the vehicle on the side of the road, slamming the door open. “I’m done. I work for your brother, not you. Drive your fucking self.”
“Goodbye, Elisabitch.” He waved at her as she stormed out of the vehicle violently. I could hear her heels tap against the asphalt, walking somewhere behind us.
Elliot pulled out a black phone and dialed a number. The person on the other end answered on the first ring, as if they were already waiting for the call.
“Route 93,” Elliot said huskily, as if he was giving someone directions to follow. “I need a car now. There needs to be two of you. One to drive us, and the other to drive the limousine back to the house. Don’t make me wait long. I’m not a patient man. I’ll fucking kill you and your mother if I’m out here for more than fifteen minutes.”
I’m not sure the person on the other end even got a word out before he hung up on them.
“Were those your evil minions?” I asked sarcastically, narrowing my eyes at him.
He creased his brow, frowning.
“This window is going to cost me money to fix, so it’s going to cost you too.” He stepped out of the passenger seat to join me in the back. I could feel my pulse quicken, as he got closer, until he was right beside me. Our knees brushed against each other shortly. “But I’m pleased that you hit her and not me.”
“Don’t be too pleased.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I didn’t know anyone was in the passenger seat. My target may have changed if I’d known.”
“I think I’ve been your target for a long time now, yes?” He ran his fingers along my inner thigh, caressing me lightly.
“Target?” I murmured after a long while. “As in, the man I want to murder? Then, yes.”
“No, Rose.” He clenched my thigh tightly, causing me to flinch in pain. “As in, the man you want to fuck.”
“Fuck?” I laughed hesitantly, ignoring the tingle that was building between my legs. “As in, fuck you up?”
“No.” He did not look amused. “Fuck as in having rough sex. As in, bend you over and slid my—”
“That’s never happening!” I blurted out, just as his hand slid up a little too high.
He grabbed me by my arms, pulling me down, until I was sitting on his lap with my legs spread on either side of him. He pushed my hands toward the leather seats as he balanced his own on my waist.
My breathing hitched as his hands moved toward my bottom. My leggings were extra thin. It’s almost as if I didn’t have anything on. I could feel every contour of his body beneath me, especially his growing erection.
“You don’t get to make the decisions here.” He pulled me closer to him. “I do.”
He picked me up out of nowhere and pinned me to the leather seats harshly. Damn, this man worked fast.
“Do I need to remind you of what happened in the shower?” I was beginning to get angry with his domineering ways. I would never be so spineless as to lay before him in complete and utter submission. “You came all over me, like a monsoon. Then, I busted you in the head with a towel rack. Who was making the decisions then?”
“You didn’t make me come,” he deadpanned, his eyes slanted in confusion. “You were worse than that girl from my office, and she had hands like sand paper. She brought a whole new meaning to the word rough, but at least she didn’t sit there like a dead fish.”
I glared at him as his hands moved down my stomach. “Maybe I would’ve been more into it if I hadn’t been thinking about killing you the whole time.”
I looked over my shoulder as the shattered glass captured my attention. Most of the shards were little, but there were a few long ones. They were sharp enough to slice someone’s throat.
“Which do you think is faster, Rose? A tiny piece of glass or my gun?” He moved his hand along my jaw, urging me to look up at him. “By the time you reach for that bottle, your soul will have already left your body and floated to hell.”
“You can’t succeed if you don’t try.” I narrowed my eyes, darting for a shard of glass. He caught me by the collar of my shirt, choking me with it. He pulled me up until we were nose-to-nose. I could smell the mint coming off his breath.
“Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?” He glared at me, raising a shapely eyebrow. “Are you really that stupid?”
“Yes,” I whispered as I kept my eyes locked on his. “If I were smart, I would have killed you by now.”
“If you were smart.” He took my hands in his, gripping them in a strong hold. “You would have sucked my dick by now.”
“Pretty sure that would just make me more stupid,” I said while he bit down on his lower lip, until it lost its pink color.
His eyes were shadowed, as if he was having an internal debate in his head. I could feel the heat of his skin radiating through his clothes. I could also feel something else down there.
“There’s a certain level of stupidity where you literally cannot get any dumber,” he growled, pulling me on his lap again. Within a matter of two minutes, our bodies had been in a variety of positions, but our clothes remained. “You have somehow surpassed that level of idiocy.”
“I disagree,” I murmured, licking my dry lips. “There’s a reason we say boys go to Jupiter to get stupider.”
“Do you think you’re clever, puttana?” He narrowed his eyes at me, tightening his grip around my wrists. It was as if he was trying to break them.
“Not really,” I replied sarcastically, looking down at the bulge in his pants. “If I thought I was clever, I would’ve said boys go to Venus to get a bigger penis.”
He glared at me, crushing my hands in his own. He squeezed hard enough to make me flinch, and then he moved my right hand lower and lower, until I was palming him through his jeans.
“Do you think I could get any bigger?” He purred into my ear as my right hand stayed there for a moment.
This was so not happening. I wasn’t going to cave into his dark desires, or my own for that matter. I hated him and he hated me— end of story. “I’m sure you could gain a little weight.”
He laughed huskily, seeming more angry than amused. “I wasn’t talking about my weight. I was talking about the size of my cock, which as I remember it, you had trouble wrapping your hands around.”
“Doesn’t ring seem to ring a bell.” I shrugged absentmindedly, pretending to be confused. “It must have been so small that I pushed the sad image out of my memory. Yikes.”
“We’ll see how small it is when I cram it down your throat and you’re gasping for air, yes?”
“Not today.” I shook my head, gliding off him with a little struggle. He eventually let me go, seeming bored with my presence again. “Car number two is here and it looks like you have to kill someone. It’s been longer than fifteen minutes, but I make time fly, don’t I?”
He rolled his eyes, looking over his shoulders to observe the red sports car that was flying down the road. When he wasn’t looking, I picked up the longest shard of glass and tucked it inside my shirt.
Boy, did I have a present for him.
“I’ll admit that’s quite true, fiorella.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the limo behind him. “You’re very entertaining. Ever thought of being a stripper? You could make some men very happy.”
“Ever thought of not being an asshole?”
I struck back, furrowing my eyebrows, trying to get my footing on the asphalt that was covered in snow.
“I don’t know how to be nice.” He pressed me against the outside of the limo, as if I were a pinup girl. “Want to teach me?”
Even I didn’t have the patience for that.
“I’m not a teacher.” I felt his hands cup the back of my head, as I focused on his eyes. They somehow seemed warm, despite everything that just happened between us.
“No,” He whispered into my neck. “You’re just a tease.”
I yanked his head back by his perfect mane of inky, black hair to get him to look at me. He was resistant at first, but he brought his head back to mine after a while.
We were face-to-face and his neck was exposed. I could see a vain pulsing there as he bit down on his bottom lip. Those soft, dangerous lips.
I was aware of the weapon in my shirt. Now would be the perfect time to strike. He was so close. I could touch him.
I slid my hand under my shirt to get the glass, but he grabbed my palm.
“Don’t touch yourself, Lily,” he groaned in my ear, sliding his own hand up my shirt. God, that sounded a lot like a moan. “I’ll do that for you.”
One hand cupped my jaw, while the other caressed my breasts lightly. The shivers were back, and it wasn’t the snowflakes that were causing the goosebumps on my skin. His touch was tamed. He was being gentle in a way I never expected he could be. I tilted my head back, surprised by the sensations I was starting to feel.
Suddenly, his hands stopped dead in their tracks. There was no movement between us now, only shallow breathing.
Did he find the glass?
He withdrew his hand from my shirt quickly, neglecting to look at me. He moved his fist back in one fluid motion and I blinked, expecting it to smash against my face.
Instead, he rested his hands on either side of my jaw and gently pressed his lips against mine. Just like that.
He missed the glass? He missed the fucking glass!
“If your mouth tastes this sweet,” he said through a husky growl. “I can’t wait to see how your pussy tastes.”
Chapter 16: Bad News
He wasn’t being animalistic with his touch. Instead, he was being passionate. It was as if he hadn’t been able to touch anyone in months, and he was taking it all out on me. He placed me on the hood of the limo, spread my legs open, just so he could stand between them.
Everything was hard. His hands around my waist, his fervent gaze, his lips against my own.
It was like my life had been put on fast forward and Elliot held the remote. He had control over me. He had control over everything. It really seemed like he could be anyone to his will.
My hands never left his tangled mess of black hair. Except for a second. That second consisted of me taking the shard of glass from my shirt, and throwing it on the ground before he could find it and use it against me.
My only defense was gone. He stripped me bare by only kissing me. I felt exposed in the best and worst ways possible. I wondered if he felt like I did, or if he only felt aroused.
“What was that?” Elliot asked as the shard of glass hit the asphalt. He moved his head away from my neck, looking off in the distance; as if he was searching for something, he couldn’t seem to find.
The glass had already shattered against the concrete and dissolved with the snowflakes that were falling around it. He wasn’t going to find the weapon anymore. I was safe, but I wasn’t at the same time. It was the oddest sensation I’d ever felt in my life.
I was clinging to him as if he were a life jacket and I needed him to stay afloat. I guess it truly was more than a metaphor when it came down to it. He held the key to my survival.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me until our mouths met again. His lips were warm and soft, but also sharp with determination. I was his target and his aim was impressive.
“You know, there’s no mistletoe out here, so why are we kissing?”
“Because I’ve wanted to fuck you, since the first moment I saw you,” he growled, sending warm and heavy breaths against my collarbone where his lips now rested. “We’re making up for lost time.”
“How romantic,” I murmured softly while my hands sifted through his silky hair. I was mesmerized by the velvety feeling that shot through my fingertips. “What do you use to get your hair so soft? A deep conditioner?”
“The tears of my enemies.” He smiled devilishly, his eyes lightening up.
I may have been pulling a little too hard on his hair now, but hey, he liked it rough. I wondered how much he would like it if I sucker punched him in the face. Knock those gorgeous teeth down his throat.
“I’ll show you romance, fiorella.” He purred into my ear, hitching me up from the car. My legs wrapped around his waist involuntarily, as if my body was controlling me. My mind had taken a vacation, and I felt powerless as my legs tightened around him.
He stifled a laugh, borrowing his head into the nape of my neck. “Damn, Rose. You’re like a boa constrictor. Can’t get enough, can you?”
Oddly enough, I was warming up to Rose as a pet name. It made me forget about who I really was. It made me forget that I was making a huge mistake.
My hands skimmed through his hair, tightening around fistfuls, bringing his head closer to my own. Our foreheads were touching while our noses brushed against each other’s softly.
“What can I say?” I ran my fingertips along his jaw, breathing him in heavily. The smell of his cologne was going to be the death of me. It was spicy like mint, but inviting like cinnamon. “You’re starting to grow on me... like cancer.”
His shook his head playfully, rolling his eyes.
I arched my back to get a better look at the gorgeous bastard that was holding me. It was a bad move because it just brought my front closer to his. He seemed to be enjoying this quite a lot. I couldn’t help but stare at him in bemusement as he bit down on his lower lip.
He let out a growl of pleasure, biting my neck. I let out a sound that made me want to die from embarrassment. I moaned. He wasn’t hurting me, but he wasn’t pleasing me either. The pain that I felt was overwhelming, but satisfying at the same time.
Suddenly, I was distracted by the sound of a car door slamming, and footsteps coming toward us. The steps were heavy and they were moving fast, as if they were angry.
“Could you stop dry humping her for one second?” A deep, baritone voice said from behind us. “I thought you hated each other? He kidnapped you, and she clocked you with a towel rack.”
Elliot dropped me, as if I was nothing more than dead weight. My feet had a tough time adjusting to the icy ground, causing me to slip. A strong arm caught me by the waist, steadying me, but it wasn’t the man who’d been kissing me moments earlier. It was his brother.
Everet stood behind me with a fierce look in his eyes, breathing down my neck. “Be careful, rosso. It’s dangerous out here.”
Something told me that he wasn’t just talking about the thin sheets of ice that were forming on the ground. My eyes were instantly locked on the bulge inside his pants. It wasn’t an erection. It was a gun.
“Yeah, it is dangerous,” I mumbled, moving his hand away from me. I had to push a little harder than I would’ve liked to in order to get his hands off me. “I guess that’s why you got shot earlier.”
“Touché.” He ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly. “You’re a sassy one, aren’t you? I can see why you and Elisa are best friends.”
“Were.”
“Excuse me?” He furrowed his dark eyebrows, pursing his lips. “Did you say something?”
“I said were, as in we were best friends.” I cleared my throat, narrowing my eyes. “But that was before I learned what a conniving bitch she was.”
“Won’t argue about her being a bitch, because she is, but that’s what I love about her the most.” He winked, flashing me a bright smile. It was almost genuine. “You never know what to expect from h
er crazy ass. Speaking of my turchino, where did she go?”
“Back to hell probably,” Elliot muttered underneath his breath, shaking his head in distaste. “She ran down the side of the road twenty minutes ago. Didn’t you pass her? Maybe she got hit by a car.”
“If my girl dies, so does yours,” Everet said briskly, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He lit one and took a long hit, exhaling in my face. There was a black look in his eyes that said he wasn’t kidding. “Now, why don’t we go look for my girlfriend? I love a good game of hide-and-seek.”
“Wait.” Elliot cleared his throat, creasing his eyebrows. “Where are the two drivers that were supposed to pick us up?”
“I killed them. Anyone driving a car that old should be terminated.”
Now, I see where Elliot gets his attitude from.
Everet flicked a cigarette onto the cement, only having taken one long draw from it. He walked back to his car, motioning for us to follow behind him. Control was taken from Elliot and me both. I was beginning to wonder who the real boss was around here.
“Just so you know, I’m not your girl.” I narrowed my eyes at Elliot who was watching me intently.
“Not yet.” Elliot bit back a dark laugh, grabbing me by my arm, pulling me to toward the car. “You’re sitting on my lap, by the way.”
“No, I’m not.” I crossed my arms, shaking my head in defiance.
My mind had officially sunken back into reality, and I wasn’t going to let Elliot get that close to me again. It was dangerous. He was dangerous. Band-Aids couldn’t fix the kind of wounds he could cause.
“Would you rather sit on my brother’s lap?” he questioned, gritting his teeth. “Of course, you would. You know, it goes against girl code to fuck your best friend’s boyfriend?”
I winked zealously, licking my lips. I only did any of that to piss him off and it seemed to work wonders. “Good thing we’re not friends anymore.”
“Nessun modo cazzo,” he growled, wrapping his hands around my waist, pulling me into the car behind him. “Sei mio.”
“English, please,” I scoffed, adjusting myself in his lap as he slammed the door shut. It almost got my hand. “It’s really not that hard.”