Neighbors (Twin Estates #1)

by Stylo Fantome

  “Jesus, you real estate moguls and your multiple properties. In all your sexually active years, how many women have you actually slept next to? Like all night?” she was curious.

  “I don't know, a handful, maybe – if you hadn't fallen asleep the other night, I would've woken up with you the next morning.”

  She was suddenly cursing herself for not forcing a pot of coffee down her throat when he'd shown up.

  “You're very annoying,” she groaned, rubbing at her forehead. “In all your sexually active years, how many women have you invited to your residences, and then allowed them to spend the night?”

  He stared at her for a long, long time.

  “One.”

  Katya was a little shocked. She'd spent many a night at her ex-boyfriend's place, as well as the boyfriend before him. Hell, she'd spent the night twice at Liam's already. What had happened to Wulf in his life that he didn't want to let anyone inside? And more importantly for her, was he a lost cause? If he was always going to keep her at arm's length, she'd rather know now, so she could protect her heart from him. Or protect what little he hadn't already stolen.

  Just one. I wonder who she was – must have been someone pretty important to him.

  “One,” she sighed. “You underestimate the power of a good cuddle session.”

  “I'm sure, but I've survived pretty well so far without them.”

  “Okay, okay. We don't have to go to your apartment, on one condition.”

  “What?”

  “You can't come to mine anymore.”

  “Good luck with that.”

  “I'm serious. You don't get to see mine until you show me yours,” she told him.

  “I've already seen all you've got to show.”

  She sucked air through her teeth, but refused to be rattled.

  “Wulf, you haven't even begun to see all I have to show.”

  Such complete and utter bullshit, but she held his stare and refused to back down. He was very good at making correct assumptions about her, but just maybe she could bluff her way through some things.

  “Holding out on me, Tocci,” he finally said in a low voice. “Very naughty. I think a punishment is in order.”

  “I'm trembling in fear.”

  “You will be. Get on the table.”

  “Why do you -”

  “I didn't ask a question.”

  Just like every time he said a command, her body automatically heeded it. No conversation with her brain or heart whatsoever. It was like she was standing outside herself, watching as the cute auburn haired girl stood up and moved to kneel on the edge of the table.

  “Good enough?” she breathed.

  “Stand up.”

  She did so.

  “Anything else?”

  “I was hoping for a show, since you were bragging about having so much to see.”

  Katya wondered what the hell she was doing. What the hell he was thinking. If the fucking door was locked. She wasn't sure what it was he was asking for. A show? Did she know any magic tricks? Was she supposed to get naked and just lay down?

  Get naked …

  Liam's words from the other day started whispering around in her brain. About how sexy and confident she'd been at her aerobics class. He'd gotten hard just describing it to her. What would happen to Wulf if he saw it in action?

  You can do this. You've done this. Be that woman.

  There was no music, but Katya started rolling her shoulders to an imaginary beat. Moving her hips from side to side. Wulf looked a little intrigued, but not half as much as when she kicked off her shoes. He stared at her fingers as she slowly pulled her dangly necklace off from around her neck.

  She sank to her knees at the same time as she peeled her shirt off. She dropped it off the edge of the table while she crawled forward. Then she rolled onto her back, looking at him from upside down while she arched her back. She was wearing all black that day, even down to her underwear, and his eyes lingered on the cups of her bra.

  After fanning her legs in the air, she spun back around, always moving slightly closer to him. She moved her hands over her body as she walked down the table. When she was only about five feet away, she finally stopped and did a straight-legged bend, forcing her ass up and high, all while she slid her leggings off. With a flick of her foot, she kicked them into his face.

  By the time he'd thrown the fabric into a corner, she was on all fours, crawling towards him again. He'd looked aloof for the most part of her dance, but now that she was closer to him, she could see the hunger in his eyes. Like he wanted to take a bite out of her. She stretched out flat on the table, kicking her feet up behind her and making sure her butt was popped up. Then while still staring at him, she reached out and grabbed his tie, gently yanking on it. He rolled forward in his chair till he was against the edge of the table.

  “Not what I was expecting, Tocci. I'm impressed,” he said to her, his voice low. She smoothed her hand down his tie. Over his chest. Across his stomach. Clear to the bulge in his pants, which she cupped in her hand before stroking up and down.

  “I'm flattered. I get the feeling there isn't much you've seen that impresses you,” she said. His hand went down over hers, pressing down harder, showing her how fast to stroke.

  “Katya,” he whispered, and she shivered. He so rarely said her first name. “I've never seen anything like you.”

  Words like that, and Wulf didn't need to make any deals. She never had to see his apartment. He'd barely finished talking, and she was all over him. His assistant was somewhere in the building, Katya was positive the conference room door wasn't locked, and she didn't care at all. Not even one little bit.

  She dropped into his lap with such force that his chair rolled backwards, almost threatening to tip over. She was able to kiss him once, but then his hands were in her hair, yanking her away.

  “Ah, but this is supposed to be a punishment, remember? Who said you could kiss me?” he said, and she felt him nipping at the side of her neck.

  “Wulf, please, I don't want to – AH!” she ended in a shriek when he bit so hard, she wondered if he broke skin.

  “Dissension. Tsk tsk, Ms. Tocci. You're on a roll tonight. Get off me.”

  She wasn't given a chance to comply. He pulled harder on her hair, and she was forced to follow his hand. She slid off his lap and managed to get her feet under her, still following him as he stood up.

  Katya was dragged across the room and pressed up against the window. She gulped at the feeling of cold glass on her hot skin, then moaned when she felt his lips on the back of her neck. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him – their last time together, he hadn't been so aggressive. Maybe she was seeing a new side to him. Or the real him.

  Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Stone.

  “Please,” she said again, pushing her hips away from the window and rubbing her ass against his crotch. “Please, I need you.”

  “Hmmm, that's nice, but I don't think that's what you mean,” he whispered. As he kissed his way down her spine, his hand slowly slid out of her hair and crept over the back of her neck.

  “Please, Wulf.”

  “'Please, Wulf'. She begs so sweetly, yet still can't get what she wants.”

  His free hand was at her hip, yanking and pulling at her underwear. Shoving them down, letting them fall to her ankles. Leaving her in only her bra.

  “Please.”

  She could feel his suit against her bare skin as he stood upright, and his hand slid around her neck, gently wrapping around her throat. She gasped as she was pulled back, her spine forced to arch as her head was drawn into his shoulder. She planted her palms against the window and started panting when his free hand moved across her stomach.

  “Please what?”

  “Wulf, I want ...”

  The hand on her throat squeezed tighter, the hand on her stomach moved lower, but neither pushed her over the edge she was so desperately seeking. She stood on the balls of her feet, almost crying from the ten
sion running through her body.

  “If you can't even say what you fucking want,” he growled, his breath hot against her face. “I don't know why I should bother giving it to you.”

  “Please, I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. The chuckle she heard sounded more like a growl, and she moaned when she felt his tongue against her ear.

  “What was that? I couldn't quite hear you,” he hissed.

  “Just fuck me,” she hissed right back.

  “Just fuck you? That's it? My, your demands are so very simple.”

  Alright, Wulfric. You win.

  “Please, Wulf,” she purred, placing one of her hands over his own and moving it down between her legs. “Fuck me right now. Right here. Against this window. Fuck me so hard, people down on the street will hear me screaming your name.”

  She'd never spoken like that before, to anyone. She briefly wondered if it was too much. If she sounded ridiculous. But then he was slamming his dick into her, and she realized it wasn't too much at all.

  Jesus, I should've been talking like this years ago.

  “I thought that was going to take you all fucking night,” he groaned as he bucked his hips against her. Slow and gentle certainly wasn't on the menu that night – he just instantly started fucking her like it was his job. She couldn't even respond. Could barely breathe. He was pounding the air from her lungs, and the hand on her throat was ensuring she couldn't suck any of it back in.

  “See what happens when you do as I ask? You get rewarded,” he panted, finally moving his hands. She sucked in air greedily and managed to nod.

  “Yes. Yes, thank you. God, thank you so much,” she moaned. He gripped her hips and yanked them further away from the glass, forcing her to bend at almost a right angle. The new position enabled him to fuck her even harder, something she hadn't thought was possible. She shrieked with every thrust, her hands beating against the window.

  “So polite. So sweet. Katya Tocci, best fucking dessert I've ever had.”

  She shrieked again as she was whirled around. She thought she was going to fall over, the position she was in wasn't favorable when competing against gravity, but she didn't have to worry. Wulf always had a plan. She was slammed down against the conference table top. She pressed her cheek to the hard wood and let out a long groan when his hips started slamming against her again.

  “The best. God, you're the best,” she was whispering. Babbling, unsure even of what exactly she was saying. She had her arms stretched out to the sides, gripping the edges of the table, but he roughly grabbed her right arm and yanked it back.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded, lifting her hips enough so she could work her hand between them and the table.

  “Oh my god.”

  One press of her fingertips, and she shot off like a starter pistol. Screamed as an orgasm rocked every single nerve ending. She went to pull her hand away so she could bathe in the sensations, but Wulf's hand flattened over her own, his fingers working above hers. She whimpered and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Became too much for her. Overwhelmed her. Yet still, he forced more, his fingers pressing even harder. It wasn't until she was lifting her feet off the ground, her free hand pounding on the table top, begging him for mercy, begging him to stop, that he let her go.

  And immediately, she missed his touch.

  Before she could plead with him to start all over again, though, he had his own orgasm. He came with a shout, dragging his nails down her back before grabbing onto her hips. Digging his fingers into her flesh. While he throbbed inside of her, bruises throbbed on the outside of her, and every nerve ending throbbed within her.

  “Holy shit, Tocci,” he panted, and she felt him lean forward. Felt his forehead against her back.

  “You … you were … that was incredible,” she whispered, still finding it hard to breathe.

  “I know.”

  “Jesus, it was like you were angry at me.”

  “I was. You should've given me that show a week ago, how dare you keep something so wonderfully inappropriate from me.”

  She managed a laugh.

  “Duly noted. Next time I learn a new trick, I'll share it with you immediately.”

  “You had better,” he growled, and she yelped when she felt his teeth against her skin.

  “You're going to leave marks,” she commented, raising a hand to rub at the bite on her neck.

  “Good. Every time you see one, you'll think of where it came from. Who gave it to you.”

  Before she could respond to such a bold statement, he moved away from her and yanked her upright. She stumbled a little and he laughed, then helped her wiggle her panties back into place. He put his own pants back to rights while she struggled with her leggings, but before she could put on her shirt, he was kissing her again. She coiled her arms around his neck and sighed.

  “I thought we were having dinner,” she snickered as they stumbled around the room.

  “We were, but then someone decided to do a strip tease on my conference table. Do you know how hard it's going to be to have meetings in here now?”

  “Good, you deserve it. Jesus, that was amazing,” she moaned, rolling her head on her shoulders. “What got into you? You were so wild.”

  “You,” he whispered, bending his head down to kiss the hollow of her throat. “You sit there, so pretty. So perfect. So completely unaware of how fucking sexy you are. Sometimes … I can't help myself when I'm around you. I have to make you aware.”

  She made him lose control. Never in a million years would she have thought she could have that effect on a man, let alone one as amazing as Wulfric Stone. Katya groaned and lifted her leg to his hip, trying to get closer to him. Wanting to feel all of him, all over again.

  “You can do that any time,” she whispered.

  “I know – I wasn't asking permission,” he whispered back, and then his hands went down the back of her leggings.

  Who needs to eat when I can just feed off his passion? Food is overrated, anyway.

  12

  Liam was in trouble.

  Smiling and selling himself came second nature to him, it's part of what made him such an effective business owner. He could smile in someone's face and make them laugh, even as he fired them. He could sell a woman in white gloves a ketchup popsicle. He could certainly sell himself to Katya as a charming, happy-go-lucky, only interested in sex kinda dude.

  Because that's what he was, usually. He'd seen her profile, learned about her, and wanted to push her buttons. Tease his prim-and-proper next door neighbor. He'd never expected her to explode out of her shell the way she had – he was still blown away by their first night together.

  But he hadn't expected her to be so endearing. Sassy. She was funny, and watching her discover herself, seeing her test her own boundaries, was special to him. She was a very willing student, and Liam was an excellent tutor, so they fit well together in bed. They fit even better outside of bed.

  That was the problem, right there. Every time she smiled at him, teased him, complained about him, he liked her even more. Less and less of his time was being spent thinking about what new and nasty thing he could get her to do, and more was being put towards figuring out how to just spend time with her. How to get her to look at him the way he looked at her.

  Stupid fucking New Guy. Fuck him. And fuck Liam for taking it so far. It was all his fault, he was very aware of that – everything. He should've fucked her, then just let it go. Goal attained, mission accomplished. It had all been for a laugh.

  Now, he was in too deep to pull away from her. He spent almost more time at her building than he did his own. He was addicted to pushing her buttons, to seeing her reactions, to hearing her laughter. They hadn't slept together in a while, she'd backed away from that aspect of their relationship, and he didn't even care.

  “I am so fucked,” he whispered, dropping his head to his desk.

  This is gonna be bad. This is gonna be so bad. How do I tell her everyt
hing? It won't end well. Correction, it will end. Completely. She'll never speak to me again. And I don't know if I can handle that.

  *

  Katya spent most of her time in a lust induced haze, anymore. She managed to turn everything off for work, that was the only time she could concentrate. She would not put her job in jeopardy for those boys. But from the moment she woke up till she got in the door of the bakery, and the second she left the bakery till she went to bed, she was thinking about them. Answering texts from Liam, making plans to meet on the roof and have pizza. Talking to Wulf, meeting him for stolen kisses in alleyways between their work places.

  It was overwhelming in the best way possible, but still – despite all that and her case load from work, she was finally able to pull her head out of her ass long enough to realize something.

  “Holy shit, you lost your job, didn't you?”

  She and her roommate stared at each other. Katya had gone home for lunch, something she rarely did. Tori had left the house at the same time as her, around eight in the morning, yet there the other woman was, sitting at the kitchen table, wearing shorts and a hoodie. It was like tumblers fell into a lock in her brain, opening Katya's eyes. Tori had been home a lot, always showing up at lunch time, staying home when Katya stayed home. Always around.

  “I'm … I'm sorry,” Tori whispered, then burst out crying.

  I'm an awful friend.

  Katya dropped the bags she'd been carrying and she hurried to her friend. Tori had been there long before boys had ever been a thing to Katya – they'd met their sophomore year in high school, had been inseparable ever since, much to Katya's mother's chagrin. Tori was a “bad influence”. Oh, if Mrs. Tocci only knew how much.

  They sniffled and cried, then Katya bundled Tori up in a blanket. While her friend tried to get control of herself, Katya made soup and got down the special reserves. Vodka.

  “Why didn't you say anything?” Katya asked. She'd called in at work, letting them know she wouldn't be back, then she'd changed into her yoga pants and a hoodie of her own. She sat next to Tori, her legs propped up on a chair across the way. Tori's feet were in her lap and Katya was absentmindedly massaging them.