Better to Eat You

by Savannah Skye

  This woman was killing me.

  She stood up and yanked my shirt over my head. Her eyebrows rose as she gazed at my naked body and I let my eyes run over her again as well. She was so gorgeous, both toned, and shapely.

  Bella wasn’t just a dancer, she was all woman.

  “Turn around for me,” I demanded in a low voice and watched as she did so. Her ass was pert and perfect. “I’m gonna take a nibble on that,” I said as she faced me again.

  I was already hard again, and here we both finally were, with plenty of night left.

  Bella

  Nerves and excitement bubbled in my chest as I stared at Colt. Dark hair swept across his chest and down his stomach. Miles of long, hard muscles swelled under his olive skin.

  Deeply ridged abs, pop-out pecs, and broad shoulders.

  With a massive, hung cock swinging between his thick thighs.

  And this God was gazing at me like I was a gift to him.

  He flashed a condom between his fingers, then he opened it and rolled it over himself.

  Reaching out, he leisurely pulled me to him. A sigh escaped me when our bare skin met.

  This would be the time to back away from this before I drowned in him. This would be the time to run before he ate me alive. But my brain was in a deep freeze and I was an animal of pure instinct. All I wanted was to be devoured by him again and again, and then return the favor.

  Colt was walking me backward. Then he slammed me against the wall again. “This is what I wanted to do when I first walked in. I could barely even think straight. Could barely hold back.” His gaze was that of a starving man who’d found salvation. “Now I don’t have to.”

  In one motion, he picked me up, holding the bottom of each of my thighs in his big hands, and his cock pressed against my pussy.

  “Oh, yes,” I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Don’t hold back. I want you, Colt. I want you so bad.”

  Propping me more firmly against the wall, Colt reached down with one hand, and teased my folds with his big fingers.

  I let out a long cry as he slipped a finger into me. Usually I was quiet in the bedroom, but Colt made me loud. Uninhibited. And I liked it.

  After playing with me with his hand, he pulled out and dragged his already-hard-again shaft against me. Moans fluttered from my throat. I’d no idea how something that big was going to fit inside of me, but I didn’t even care.

  All I wanted was to be ravaged by Colt. Spanked. Tied up. Screaming his name till I lost my voice. His big hands on my bare skin. His cock inside of me. More and more of that ecstasy.

  I didn’t even know who I was anymore, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Especially when I was in Colt’s arms like this. About to be fucked out of my mind.

  “You want this, don’t you?” He teased my entrance again.

  Biting my lip, I nodded, and said in a breathless voice, “Yes, please, yes.”

  “Right answer.” Colt grunted and slid the head of his cock in. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Rabbit. Just like I’d thought. But also even better than I’d imagined.” He slid in more and my brain began to turn to mush.

  Struggling to hold on to a fraction of rationality, I asked, “You-you thought about this?”

  “Bella.” Colt looked me deep in the eye and I caught my breath. “I dreamed about this.”

  And then sliding back out a little, he jerked his hips forward, and slid all the way in.

  My head fell back against the wall as his girth filled me, stretching me, and rubbing that deep little button of mindless gratification.

  When he pulled out and slammed back in, I begged, “Yes, more, please more.”

  With a snarl, Colt began pummeling me. I held on to his shoulders tightly, as incoherent whimpers and squeaks burst from my lips.

  All I was conscious of now was the sensation and Colt’s scent. It washed over me as our bodies rose and fell together. My breasts bounced against his hard chest, his six-pack moved against my stomach, and his fingers clenched my ass. Meanwhile, I dug my heels into his back, and my fingers into his shoulders.

  Our skin was rubbing, and sliding, soaked with sweat.

  Then our lips met again as he moved even faster, my arms locking around his neck. Raising me higher, Colt began to pound into me at a faster, deeper angle.

  Finally, I had to break our kiss, barely able to pull in oxygen.

  White light burst over me and I felt my walls squeezing hard around him. Pushing my face into Colt’s neck, I cried out his name over and over again. Wave after wave of pleasure rose, crested, and then rose again. It kept going, as multiple orgasms shook through me.

  At one point, I was aware of Colt also coming, his breathing rasping in my ear, and his guttural groan.

  “Bella.”

  When he said my name, I almost came again.

  Either way, it seemed to take forever for me to come down from my ecstasy. Even though it consumed me in an instant, ripples of satisfaction kept darting through my body, lighting up every single nerve ending.

  Colt was holding on to me tightly, letting his fingers run through my hair. Finally, he slowly slid out and I whimpered with the loss of him.

  For a while, Colt held me like that, as though his body was still recovering from our intensity, too. Then he pressed a soft kiss to my temple, as he slid an arm around my back. His other hand was drawing circles on my ass.

  Then he slapped it, jolting me out of my daze.

  “Hey!” I exclaimed, raising my head, and Colt grinned mischievously.

  Kissing my nose, he gave my ass another slap, and whispered, “Break’s over.”

  “Who said I wanted a break?” I retorted. “You were the one—”

  But I didn’t get to finish, as Colt walked over and set me on my feet by the chaise lounge. Then he spun me and slapped my ass again.

  About to say something, I instead squeaked as he pushed my hair to the side, kissing the nape of my neck. His hands circled around to my stomach, fingers massaging all up and down it.

  Then he began to explore me, running down to my thighs, teasing close between them, and back up to my breasts. His expert fingers had my nipples hard within moments. I arched against him, stretching my arms overhead, and letting them dig into his scalp.

  “You’re gonna pay for that, you know,” Colt whispered, kissing behind my ear.

  “We’ll see.” I smiled and then gasped as he shoved me forward. I fell onto the chaise lounge, my hands propping me up, and ass in the air. I wiggled my bottom against him.

  There was something dark and delicious about this position. Something about being exposed and at Colt’s mercy that was making me half-delirious with anticipation.

  Plus, I’d never been taken like this before. My sex life pre-Colt seemed hilariously vanilla.

  “Fuck, Bella. I thought I was a handful.” He gave me a smack and skimmed his fingers across my cheeks. Then suddenly he kissed the base of my spine.

  My entire body jumped at the caress. I’d never imagined that spot was so sensitive. Then Colt began to kiss his way up and down my back, and my arms began to shake.

  The heat between my legs was getting unbearable and I tried to rub my thighs to release some of the tension. But he just put his hand on my back, holding me in place.

  I thought I heard a crinkle of foil at one point, but he still didn’t take me, and I bit down a wail of disappointment.

  Suddenly Colt bit my ass and I let out a half-moan, half-laugh. He peppered kisses across my cheeks, alternating with bites, and now my legs were shaking.

  “Colt!” His name escaped my lips in a breathless whine.

  Suddenly his cock impaled me and I cried out in satisfaction. Colt reached up, tweaked my nipples, and then began to move against me. Gyrating his hips, he hit me in ways he hadn’t before, making spots appear behind my eyelids.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I pushed against him, and met him thrust for thrust. At first, our pace was deliberate, but then it picked up. Soon
he was filling every inch of me in rapid-fire strokes. His balls slapped against my ass.

  “Deeper, harder, faster,” I begged again and again. Vaguely, I felt almost surprised at myself.

  With a grunt, Colt obliged and soon I was clenching around him.

  “Colt, yes, oh, Colt!” I screamed out as I came, the orgasm spiraling through me like a white-hot flame, before bursting into an inferno.

  Erotic pleasure sparked up and down my spine. From my fuzzy brain to my curling toes. Every last inch was fulfilled, just as Colt had promised.

  He came a second later, snarling in satisfaction, and then gave my ass a hard slap. The pain ricocheted another orgasm through me and I clenched around him again.

  When Colt pulled out, my legs trembled, then gave out. I slid to the floor, resting my upper body on the chaise lounge.

  Suddenly Colt’s arms went around me and in another second we were snuggled together on the lounge, our bodies hopelessly intertwined. I rested my head against him, listening to his heartbeat pound under my ear, and rubbed my cheek into his chest hair.

  Then the bastard began to tickle me.

  “Had a feeling you were ticklish,” Colt said in a satisfied voice, as tears streamed from my eyes.

  “Ah, not fair,” I gasped. Then I reached up and asked, “Are you?”

  I tried to tickle him back, but he grabbed my hands. Our eyes met and our breathing became heavy. In another moment we were kissing again.

  My last coherent thought was a simple, impossible, heart-breaking wish.

  I never wanted this night to end.

  Because when it did? We would still be enemies, and I’d have no choice but to finish the job I’d started. But it was Colt’s words that would haunt me, like a premonition.

  “You’re destroying me, Rabbit. And if I’m going down, you sure as fuck are going with me.”

  Chapter Ten

  Colt

  As I made my way back into the bar, my heart was jack-hammering so loud, I could hardly hear myself think. But that was probably a good thing. Because the one thought I couldn’t shake was just how badly I’d fucked up. If I’d ever doubted that Bella was hiding something, the terror and guilt on her face as we separated that last time, still gasping, was enough to erase that doubt for good.

  One second we were laughing and playing, the next, it was dead serious. Instead of fucking, we were making love. Sweet, soft and slow. When we broke apart, that trademark smile was gone. She’d looked haunted, like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. And I couldn’t lie. I felt the same fucking way, because whatever that was? Whatever had just happened between us? Had knocked me on my ass.

  From the second I saw her on the dance floor, something had taken over me. I was like a man possessed. I’d risked insulting a potential client, danced the goddamn Argentine tango, and then broken one of the family’s most important rules by sleeping with my employee.

  But worst of all, I’d let her in. This sexy, hot-as-fuck dancer who was hiding something dark. I’d let her into my head, and she had her claws in deep. What I needed to do was get some distance between us again, ASAP.

  I’d barely glanced at her as I made my escape, telling her that I had to get back and entertain the guests. Bella just nodded and looked relieved. Then she’d avoided looking at me as she picked up her clothes and got dressed. Her response, in a flat, distant voice, was a request that I close the door tightly behind me.

  She may as well have told me to not let it hit me on the way out, too.

  Heading back out into the club felt like stepping into a different world. It was like hours had passed. Years, even. For a second, I was disoriented, watching the band play, people drink, and talk. It was unreal, almost dream-like. Like I was looking at a fun house mirror.

  Bella, with her messy hair, smudged makeup, and bright freckles. Now that was real.

  Forcing a smile onto my face, I strode across the dance floor, trying to slow my heart rate, and not think about her.

  Don’t fuck this up more than you already have.

  Important night, rich guests, and a family name to uphold with lots of people counting on me and this venture to pay their bills. How had I allowed myself to lose sight of that, even for a second?

  Then Bella’s green eyes, soft with desire, invaded my brain. I leaned against a wall, trying to get my bearings and find the fucking bar. Damn, I needed a drink.

  Nearby, I saw Dante entertaining a crowded table. He excused himself when he saw me and hurried over. Then his eyebrows shot up as I dragged him into a quiet corner where we could talk. I couldn’t take it anymore. In fact, I was almost tempted to tell him to slug me in the face and wake me the fuck up. Not that sweet Dante would do it, but still.

  “Where you been, man? People are lookin’ for you,” Dante hissed at me, folding his arms, and looking aggrieved. I must have been gone even longer than I thought. Shifting from foot to foot, he shook his head. “I was making up answers to some of the questions people were asking. I hope I didn’t fuck anything up for the club. Colt, are you okay? If you got the flu, go home, call Mama Ange to make you some soup or something.”

  Shaking my head, I smoothed a hand over my jaw, at a loss as to what to tell him.

  “No frigging way,” Dante snapped, staring as his arms fell to his side. “No way! Axe was right? I thought he was just being sappy ‘cause of the pecorelle.”

  Now that he’d solved the mystery, there was no point in trying to lie. Better to admit it and move along. “I was with the redhead. Shit happens, but it’s fine. Now I can concentrate.” I offered him a ghost of a smirk.

  “Che cazzo,” Dante uttered, looking shocked, and then he crossed himself like Mama Ange was standing right there. “Cuz, I love you, but have you lost your goddamn mind?”

  “I think I might have,” I admitted, staring around the club unseeingly. Before I could even blink, Dante punched me hard in the shoulder. More stunned than hurt, I choked back a string of curses. “What the fuck was that for, you dumbass?” Dante wasn’t Axe, hauling off whenever he got the slightest bit tweaked.

  “You’re the dumbass here. Wake up, Cosimo! You think Uncle Sal would be okay with you even looking at her? Besides Bella’s…” Dante lowered his voice. “She’s not a hooker, she’s a dancer and our headliner. You know hookers are off-limits, never mind employees. She’s been around less than a month. Who knows what her motives are?”

  That had always been Pop’s biggest concern. You fucked the help and didn’t marry them? Then they had all the dirt about the business and could use it to fuck you.

  Not in the good way.

  And never had Dante said wiser words. He was dead right. I didn’t know anything about Bella, or why a dancer like her was working at a club like this, and it was time I found out.

  Rubbing my shoulder, I nodded. “I know, Dante. I fucked up.”

  “You sure you know? ‘Cause you could’ve fooled me. You gotta knock it off, walking around, and acting like you own these girls.”

  “It’s not all the girls,” I muttered, feeling shamed and fighting the urge to laugh. Rarely did I get scolded by Dante. Especially a serious Dante. The sense of the surrealism of the situation increased.

  “What?” he asked, tilting his head towards me.

  “It’s just her,” I admitted. “Bella.” My voice was all grit as I said her name.

  Dante held up his hands and shook his head. “Whatever. You’re the boss, cuz.”

  Then he walked away, and threw a hard, speculative look over his shoulder that said it all.

  You do you, bro. But it’s gonna bite you in the ass. And soon.

  A flustered hostess materialized at my elbow, diverting my attention.

  “Mr. Capestrana, I’m sorry to bother you like this, but some of the clients are getting a bit upset about the delay of the tour. Some of them were planning on leaving by now, I guess. But I didn’t know whether to start without you.”

  “Tour? Shit, that’s right. I’ll
take it from here, thanks,” I said, padding over to where a cluster of people were waiting by the stairs.

  “What’s going on, Capestrana? Rooms not done yet?” asked a slick-haired suit. “I need to get home soon or the wife’ll start asking questions.”

  Resisting the urge to deck him, I smiled. “Just building the anticipation, folks.”

  I led the group upstairs, trying to focus, but my entire body was on high alert like I’d just downed a bunch of espresso shots laced with tequila. My mind kept darting between Bella and business.

  She was winning.

  Climbing faster, I brought them to the top floor first, so as to work our way down. Opening the door to one of the suites, I let them inside and my heart lurched as I followed them in.

  Oh, fuck me.

  Each suite had been decked out based on a popular fantasy. Rooms were designed in every kind of style, everything from an ocean liner stateroom, to a tower in a castle, to medieval dungeons, and even sci-fi spaceships. Costumes could be rented, too.

  But of course, without thinking, I’d brought the tour group right into the one that was a play on Wonderland. Exotic plants burst from the corners, the walls were decorated with playing cards, and phrases like “we’re all mad here”. The bed was piled with pillows, covered with a gorgeous silk coverlet, and the posts were carved like trees.

  Fun, wild, and sinfully decadent, all at the same time.

  Bella would love this.

  In spite of myself, I walked over to the bed, and held on to one of the posts. As I stared at it, images of my redhead, wearing bunny ears, and cuffed to the headboard darted into my mind.

  Throat tight, I grimaced, and turned around, starting the pitch. Meanwhile, Bella lounged on the bed behind me in just a pair of bunny ears, licking her lips. Somehow, I managed not to look at it again.

  People were intrigued and started asking questions. One woman was obsessing about using the rooms after someone else had already used them, and I couldn’t even think of a goddamn joke to chill her out.

  After her eighth question, I finally snapped. “Madam, I understand your concern, but surely you know people fuck in hotel rooms as well? We will be diligent about making sure our rooms are clean.”