by Penelope Sky
He lost his temper again and dragged his palms down the front of his face. “Jesus fucking Christ…”
“They’ve been divorced six months. It’s not like it happened yesterday.”
He threw out his arms. “Doesn’t fucking matter.”
“She’s a single woman. I’m a single guy.”
“Does he know?”
“No.” If he stopped pestering Annabella, he would probably never know.
“Thank fucking god.”
“I couldn’t care less if he knew.”
Hades crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowed on my face. “Know how he earns his money?”
Never cared enough to check. I shook my head.
“Death fighting.”
There were lots of underground fighting rings. People put down their bets and made millions. But death fighting was rare.
“And he’s undefeated.”
Okay…that was a little impressive.
“Fix this, Damien.” He stepped back and prepared to turn away.
“No.” I had way too much pride to ask him to return.
“What the fuck did you say?” He turned back to me, his head cocked. “He was my client until you screwed it up. If you don’t do it, I will. And you owe me, asshole. You owe me for a lot of shit.”
He was going to throw it in my face forever. “Doesn’t matter what I owe you. We aren’t friends, so what does it matter?”
His eyes narrowed. “You were never really sorry, were you?”
I was…from the bottom of my heart. But I refused to say it.
“If you don’t fix this, I will. And when I do, I’ll tell him you’re fucking his wife.”
I didn’t give a shit if he knew, but I knew that would make Annabella’s life difficult. She was still trying to shake him. “Ex-wife.”
He shook his head slightly. “We both know he’ll kill you.”
“Not if I kill him first.”
When I got home, Sofia texted me.
When are you going to apologize to me?
She had always been good to me, fought for me when Hades couldn’t see straight. Through the good and bad, she’d always been a friend. When I’d snapped at her a month ago, I was in a bad place. I’d lashed out without thinking, the bitterness getting the best of me. It was wrong to only associate her with Hades, because she’d been there for me, no matter what.
But before I texted her back, Annabella texted me. I was gonna call, but I wanna make sure you aren’t in a bad mood first.
I was in a bad mood, but I grinned anyway. I’m always in a bad mood. But I feel a little better talking to you.
A little? Her teasing tone was audible in the words.
A lot better.
Good. So…have plans tonight?
I should probably go down to the lab, but I’d rather forget my troubles with her.
Unless my ex made you lose interest…
The ape did complicate my life, professionally and privately, but I didn’t want to lose her yet. This would end eventually since I wasn’t in the right place for a relationship and neither was she. But I wanted to enjoy her for as long as I could. I don’t scare easily, Annabella.
Good. Neither do I.
Come over. At least we didn’t have to worry about Liam on my territory. There would be no interruptions.
That sounds nice. Where do you live?
I’ll pick you up. She didn’t have a car, so she would walk. I’d rather her be alone in public as seldom as possible.
Not sure if that’s a good idea…
Why?
I doubt we’ll make it back to your place. Does your car have a back seat?
This woman was spontaneous and adventurous, and her obvious attraction to me was a turn-on. She stared at me like she’d never seen a sexier man. She moaned for me like I was better at making her come than her vibrator. Why the fuck did Liam cheat on her? She was the perfect woman. No. But how does an alley sound?
She gave a few compliments about my place but also didn’t seem surprised by it. If her ex was a billionaire, then she’d probably lived in a fabulous mansion just like this. Or maybe dick was on her mind so she didn’t give a damn about the place.
My bedroom was a private apartment in itself. With a large walk-in closet the size of a full kitchen, and a bedroom that had a full living room, it was a spacious and exclusive. My favorite part was the enormous hearth that took up most of the wall. When I had a fire going in the winter, it was basically an inferno that could burn the whole place down if it got out of control.
She stopped and stared at it, as if that was something that genuinely impressed her.
I stripped off my shirt and jeans behind her then made a drink.
She continued to stare at the fire.
I moved in front of her in my boxers with the glass. “Want a drink?”
“Sure.”
I pushed my boxers down my front so my hard cock came free. She’d teased me in that text message, and I’d been turned on ever since. The car ride was silent because my heated thoughts made me fantasize about the things we would do when we got to my place. An obnoxious ex-husband wouldn’t interrupt us. She was mine…all mine.
Her eyes dropped to my length, the desire burning a little brighter.
I poured the scotch on my chest, letting the liquid drip down the rivers between my abs until it reached my length and balls. It dripped to the hardwood afterward, the drops making gentle taps against the surface.
Her eyes dropped down and stared at my soaked skin.
I lowered myself into the armchair near the fire and planted my knees apart. “Drink.” My arms stretched over the armrests, and I gripped the rounded edge with anxious fingertips. I wanted this beautiful woman on her knees, the skin reddening from the contact with the hard wood. I wanted her to devour me the way I devoured her, to watch her attempt to shove every inch of my dick in that pretty mouth.
She approached me until her knees touched mine. The look of desire was in her eyes, the same one I saw when I was on top of her, pounding her into the mattress and erasing the memory of the losers who came before me.
I didn’t blink. “Undress.”
She had a sassy ferocity to her, quick to reject any demands she wasn’t obligated to obey. She respected herself, valued herself as her own powerhouse. But in this instance, she didn’t mind obeying whatsoever.
Piece by piece, her clothes fell around my chair.
I gripped the armrests a little tighter, my knuckles starting to ache from the exertion. My cock twitched like it’d just been electrocuted with high voltage. I wasn’t sure which was sexier, her obedience or her skin.
When she was in just her thong, her thumbs tucked into the straps over her hips, and she prepared to push them over her perky ass.
I snapped my fingers then motioned for her to turn around.
She stood still with her fingers in place, her flat stomach defined with her visible, slender abs. Her skin was tanned everywhere, a beautiful inheritance from her Italian genetics. Her tits were firm because she was a bit cold—or horny. Her hard nipples were pointed right at me. With her long hair stretching down her chest to her breasts, she regarded me with a hard gaze.
Then she turned around—and bent over.
Damn.
She slid the black lacy thong over her ass and then down her thighs, her perfect pussy staring right at me. She pushed the material to her knees then let them fall the rest of the way. When she righted herself, she ran her fingers through her hair and arched her back, posing for me like a stripper about to hit the pole.
I didn’t even notice that my mouth was hanging open.
She slowly turned back around and gave a slight smile, like she could read my expression because I didn’t have the strength to hide it anymore. I was the one in charge, but now she had the upper hand.
I shut my mouth and turned rigid, but my dick would always be an indicator of my deepest feelings. I was somehow harder than I’d been bef
ore…even though I was at full mast. More blood drained from my brain and was stuffed inside my length. “Kneel.”
When she heard my command, that knowing smile disappeared. She held on to my knees as she lowered herself to the ground, not issuing a grimace when her bony knees hit the wood.
Her hands slowly migrated up my thighs, and she leaned forward so her tits were on top of my body. She looked at my hard physique and stared at the drops of liquor that were still sprinkled across my skin. After a swipe across her lips with her tongue, she looked at me.
Jesus.
She got to work.
She pushed my knees apart to get herself closer to me, then placed that warm tongue against my balls.
My entire body flinched at the initial contact because it felt like a pleasurable shock. The grooves of her tongue were noticeable, the warmth and wetness of her mouth heaven. I closed my eyes involuntarily and let out a groan I couldn’t control.
Something told me she gave good head.
Her gentle kisses turned to forceful sucks, and she adored my balls even though they weren’t the best part. She closed her eyes and dragged that tongue over every sensitive inch of my sac, making all my nerve ending fire off in pleasurable waves.
I was paralyzed by this woman.
Once she got every drop of scotch, she moved farther up until she kissed my hard shaft. Gentle kisses were placed up the prominent vein, giving it her delectable touch as she moved to my head. When she got there, her tongue flicked across the top, tasting more of the booze I had poured all over myself. “You’re gonna make me drunk…”
I was already drunk…and high…watching this.
She opened her mouth wide and started to take me in, a slow descent so she could get used to my dimensions. When she sank as far as she could go, she quickly pulled back to take a deep breath. Her eyes watered at the pain then she tried again.
I liked watching a woman choke.
She slowly moved up and down, her flat tongue cushioning my dick as I slid deep inside. She kept her teeth far away and never sliced me, even though there wasn’t much room in that little mouth. Her nails dug into my thighs as she kept moving, her mouth filling with saliva that she had to pull away to swallow.
The booze was long gone so I expected her to stop, but she kept going for it.
I wanted to roll on a condom and fuck her, but I was paralyzed by the things she did to me. One hand left the armrest and slid into her hair, pulling it away from her face so she could keep up her excellent work. “Look at me.”
Her eyes lifted to meet mine as she kept sucking my dick, giving me long strokes that started at my head and moved all the way down to my balls. She could fit most of me, but sometimes when she tried to go too far, she had to pull away and suffer the consequences of her gag reflex. Her eyes watered further until beautiful tears formed and cascaded down her cheeks, sparkling like diamonds. One hand remained wrapped around my dick, holding it for support as she got the air back into her lungs. “I’m sorry…you’re just big.”
“Don’t be.” I guided her face back to my dick. “I like it.” My fingers rested on her neck as I guided her down my length the way I wanted. I wanted to come inside her throat, fill her with enough come to make her choke again.
She kept going, and now that I was so deep in the moment, I couldn’t stop for anything. My neck tilted back toward the chair, and I inhaled a deep breath as I prepared for the explosion. The pleasure started in every part of my body before it moved down, slowly approaching my fat dick as it slid inside her. I moaned even before I came, my fingers digging into her neck. I closed my eyes at the moment of release, feeling the explosion as it entered her small throat. “Fuck.” I opened my eyes again and watched her take it all, not gagging even though it had to be uncomfortable, having her airway clogged like that.
It lasted an eternity, pleasure reaching new heights I’d never experienced. Time and space seemed to disappear, and I could feel every sensation to the micro levels. My dick had been sucked hundreds of times…but not like that.
She pulled my dick out of her mouth then moved into my lap. Her palms planted against my chest, and she straddled my hips with her knees. Her back arched as she leaned into me, her hair falling around my shoulders. Her hand slid into my hair, and she kissed me intensely, her tits pressing against my body as she leaned into it. “Now me.”
My fists were planted firmly into the mattress behind her knees as my hips thrust into her body at a rhythmic pace. It was an instance where the sex was so good that speed wasn’t a priority. It felt amazing, no matter what we did. Just being together was enough to make us both writhe in pleasure.
Eyes filled with fire looked up at me, perfect tits shaking with my thrusts, and the sexiest woman I’d ever seen stared at me like I was a god. Like I was the only man in the world who could make her feel this way.
She was flexible, so bending her into the perfect position was easy. I could get my entire length inside her while doing the least work possible. We moved together, our wet bodies sheathing each other in an orgasmic marathon.
I lost track of the number of times she came. Ever since she’d walked in the door, we’d been at it like two rabbits in spring. The furniture in my bedroom had been blessed with her naked body, and now I would never be able to look at my couch or dining table without thinking about her fine ass.
It didn’t matter how long we screwed; she was always wet.
That was such a turn-on.
Her hands slid up the back of my neck and into my hair, and she brought my lips to hers for a slow kiss. She breathed into my mouth as she ground against me, little moans escaping her lips and combining with mine. “Damien…”
My hips started to thrust harder as my instincts kicked in. My dick wanted to come, and it couldn’t resist the sexy moans of a woman like that.
“Yes…” Her lips stopped caressing mine altogether because she got swept away by the heat. She was a passionate lover, a woman unafraid to hide her high in the most obvious way possible. Her fingers dug deep into my hair as she started to buck against me.
I ground against her clit harder and got consumed by her performance. My body lost control, and I filled the condom as she released at the same time. We both lost our minds, surrendering to the euphoria created by our bodies. “Annabella…” I’d never enjoyed saying a woman’s name in bed as much as hers. It was such a sexy name, sexy enough to match the woman it belonged to.
We finished together, sweat on sweat, breath on breath.
I rested my forehead against hers as my breathing returned to normal. I was hot from the exertion but also so comfortable. I normally wanted to roll off in pursuit of space as quickly as possible, but I didn’t mind being this close with her.
She continued to breathe hard as she looked at me, her claws slowly withdrawing and releasing my skin. Her eyes looked deeply into mine, seeing something no one else ever saw. Then she gave me a kiss in conclusion, a final embrace that was still filled with longing.
How could I continue to want a woman so much?
I finally moved off her and cleaned up in the bathroom. The condom was disposed of in the trash for my maid to clean out, and I washed my face in the sink because the sweat made my skin shiny. Normally, I’d be in the shower, but I was eager to get back to her…for whatever reason.
When I returned to the bedroom, she was wrapped up in my white sheets, turned on her side with her eyes closed like she was ready to fall straight to sleep. I watched her for a second before I poured two glasses of water. I set one on the nightstand for her before I moved to the other side of the bed.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, a slight smile on her lips in satisfaction but also a look of exhaustion in her pretty eyes. Then she pushed the sheets aside, inviting me back into my bed.
I put on my boxers then moved beside her.
She clearly had no intention of going home tonight.
But I didn’t mind.
Once I was comfortable b
eside her, she took it a step further and cuddled into my side, hooking her leg over my waist. Her face rested beside mine on the pillow, her fingertips feeling my warm chest. She was affectionate with me, wanting to touch me at all times. She said she wasn’t ready to move on to a new relationship, but she treated me like she never wanted to lose me.
“Can I get you anything?” I’d slept at her place because everything was new. I’d wanted more sex, as much as I could get it, and she woke me in the middle of the night just to have it. We were perfect for each other.
Her hand glided over her stomach. “I’m hungry…”
I’d been too busy fucking to think about dinner. Now that she mentioned it, I was hungry too. “Yeah? What do you want?”
She shrugged. “I’m not a picky eater.”
Patricia knew me well enough not to bother me when I came home with a woman. Normally, she would knock on my door with a tray of dinner or leave it on the dining table. I grabbed my phone and texted her.
“That’s all you have to do?” she asked. “I thought we’d order a pizza or something.”
“I can have Patricia make you a pizza.”
“No,” she said with a laugh. “Anything is fine. I’m just impressed it’s that simple.”
I was surprised it impressed her at all. “You didn’t have a maid before?”
“Well, yes,” she said. “But I cooked dinner most of the time.”
“You can cook?”
She nodded. “And I’m pretty good…not to be braggy.”
“Let me get this straight. You can fuck and cook?”
She chuckled. “I’m a woman of many trades, I guess…”
“The two trades that matter the most.”
“I don’t know about that.” She stared at her fingers as she caressed my chest. “I’m not good at making money, and that’s pretty important.”
“For now.” She seemed bright, resourceful, and possessed a good amount of pride. I could imagine her being perfectly independent on her own. “You’re starting over, and that’s rough for everyone.”
“True. But I don’t have any skills or a university degree. I suspect it’ll take a while for me to find my footing.”