I watched as a shadow passed by one of the downstairs windows of Mia’s apartment—the silhouette of a woman as she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. With a curse, I got out of my car and headed for her door.
5
Mia
I’d just changed into the new nightie I bought earlier in the day when the doorbell chimed. Hastily wrapping the matching short, silk robe over it, I hurried to the door. I was flabbergasted when I looked through the peephole and saw Dantes standing on the other side. My nipples peaked in excitement just seeing him, and if I’d been wearing panties, they’d have been damp. It was ridiculous how I automatically responded to him. I didn’t know anything other than the fact he had a stronger pull on me than anyone I’d met in my life and the uncanny ability to know where I was at any given moment. Everything about him screamed, “Beware!” but I opened my door to him, powerless against the unstoppable force he was.
“Dantes, what are you doing here?” I said as soon as I was face to face with him. “How do you know where I live?”
“Let me in, Preciosa,” he demanded as I stepped aside. His eyes traveled over my skimpy pajamas before he grabbed me and dragged me close, kicking the door shut with his foot. He hauled me against his chest, tangling his fist in my hair so tightly, it made my scalp sting.
“You shouldn’t undress in front of the window. You never know who could see,” he growled, gripping me so forcefully, I expected to be bruised the next day.
“Were you watching me?” I asked, bewildered, but more than a little turned on.
“I’m always watching,” he said. Dipping his head, he crushed his lips against mine. His other hand slid down my back to flip up the hem of my nightie and cup my ass. He pulled back, hissing out a breath when he realized I was bare beneath it.
"¡Carájo, Bella! Were you expecting someone? Were you planning to give this pretty pussy to someone else?” he asked harshly. “Tell me the truth.”
“N-no. I just don’t usually sleep in underwear.”
“It’s a good thing because I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you. No one else ever again. Do you understand?” I nodded quickly, panting with excitement. No man had ever been so demanding with me, so possessive, and maybe it didn’t make sense, but it thrilled me. David could barely be roused to notice me at all toward the end and had often hinted at having an open relationship. Here was a man who unequivocally did not share, and it made me weaker than I already was.
He buried his face in my neck, biting down on the soft skin beneath my ear. My knees buckled as he kicked my feet apart and thrust his hand under my nightie. His rough fingertips slid over my wet slit, making him swear under his breath.
“You’re like this for me? Do I make you wet, sweetheart? Do you want me inside you? Fucking you, giving you what your body is begging for?”
Any words I had deserted me in a soft whimper. He pushed his fingers between my lips to rub softly against my throbbing clit, holding me fast as I melted against him, one swirling pool of need.
He swung me up into his arms, then looked around.
“Your bed?” he demanded.
“Up-upstairs in the loft,” I stuttered as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He strode purposely toward the stairs, marching up them with precise but heavy steps.
As soon as we hit the top, he moved past the easels holding the canvases of my current paintings straight to the futon I had set up in the corner.
“You call this thing a bed?” he muttered as he gently placed me in the center of it. “How am I to make you cross-eyed on this piece of shit?”
I didn’t have an answer, only knew we had to figure something out soon, or I’d catch fire.
“Fuck it,” Dantes cursed as he ripped off his suit jacket and threw it to the floor. My eyes widened as I took in the gun and holster strapped over his shoulders.
“What do you need a gun for?” I whispered, knowing it should scare the shit out of me, but just when I thought I couldn’t be any more ready for him, I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs.
“I don’t pretend to be a good man, preciosa. If I were, even a little bit, I’d tell you to throw me out of here, bolt the door, and never speak to me again. But since I’m not,” he continued as he took the holster off and set it on the small table I had next to my bed, then kicked off his shoes. “You’re going to take what I have to give you.”
I laid motionless on the futon, reclining back on my elbows as I watched him unbutton his shirt with rapt attention. He was wearing a ribbed tank-style undershirt that showcased the bulging muscles of his chest and biceps, along with a dark tattoo that decorated one shoulder. I couldn’t make out what it was, but that was the least of my interest once he whipped the undershirt over his head, and I was treated to the sight of the most incredible chest, one that looked like it was carved from marble. Every ridge and valley was cut in strong relief, and I itched to run my hands over them.
“Pull up your nightie, spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy,” he insisted as he knelt on the thickly padded cushion. Before I could react to his command, he gripped both of my ankles and shoved them apart. Without hesitation, I lifted my ass and wiggled my nightie up to my waist.
“¡Coño!” Dantes hissed as he stared down at me hungrily and settled between my spread thighs. In contrast to his forceful demeanor, he gently placed his index and middle fingers on my labia, spreading it apart to gaze at the slick pink skin beneath. “Mia, tú si estas buena. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than you.”
He dipped his head slowly, his tongue slipping through his lips to lightly flick against my clit. I moaned and squirmed, dropping my hands to his head and locking my fingers in his thick hair. I tried to push him closer, but he resisted my touch.
“Not so fast, corázon. I’m going to take my time eating this sweet cunt. You’re under my control, not the other way around.” Before I could object, he sealed his lips over my clit and sucked hard, pulling it into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. I moaned in pleasure, the sound deep and throaty, as he took his free arm and laid it over my hips to pin me down. Just as he promised, all I could do was take what he had to give.
He had me writhing and shuddering in seconds. He licked me, top to bottom—and I do mean bottom—and back again, greedily devouring my tender flesh. When he finally speared me with his tongue, darting in and out of my core, hungry, wet sounds filling the room, I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath. I was so very close to the edge, but I didn’t want to let go just yet. I struggled against it, but Dantes just redoubled his efforts by thrusting two thick fingers inside me, pumping them hard and fast. His knuckles banged up against my pubic bone with each thrust until finally, his fingertips hit the one spot, triggering my destruction.
I screamed his name so loud, it echoed through the cavernous apartment, reverberating off the walls and ringing in my ears.
“Dantes… Dantes… please,” I heard myself wail over and over, awash in a sea of pleasure from which I had no desire ever to be rescued.
He raised his head and smiled at me, his cheeks and chin glistening with my juices. He made a show of licking his lips as he crawled over me, loosening his belt with one hand.
“Oh, Preciosa, you’re in so much trouble…” he whispered as he pulled the expensive leather strap free from its loops. Taking my wrists in one hand, he wound the belt around them, buckling them tightly together before raising my arms over my head.
He stood then, dropping his pants and shorts until he was gloriously naked. He stood for a moment, his large, throbbing cock tight in his fist, just staring down at me.
“You look better than I imagined, helpless like this. Just the way I want you—sweet, innocent, and docile as a dove.” He dropped back to his knees and grabbed me by my hips. Pulling me up to meet his cock, he pressed it against my center, the fat head nestled snuggly against me. His eyes found mine and held them.
“You’re mine, Mia. I meant it when I said no one
else ever again. I really will kill anyone who looks at you twice. Do you understand?”
I nodded vigorously, eager to feel him finally bury himself deep inside me. I’d have agreed to anything just to feel that hard, thick meat plunging in and out of me.
“Don’t just agree with me because you want the dick, sweetheart. Tell me in words you understand.”
“I do. I understand,” I said hurriedly, rewarded with one torturous inch of his cock.
“What do you understand? Tell me, and I’ll give you more.”
“I’m yours. No one but you, ever again.” He fed me another inch, my mind crawling with desperation.
“Now tell me… is this my pussy?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, bringing my legs up around his hips, trying to push him deeper.
“Say the words, Mia,” he growled.
“This is your pussy, Dantes. Please, please fuck me...” I whimpered.
“Only because you begged so prettily,” he replied, then thrust all the way in, seating himself firmly inside me. He threw his head back, eyes closed, a look of sheer bliss taking over his face as his thick cock stretched and filled me. He opened his eyes slowly, that fierce stare penetrating my soul as he set a hard, driving rhythm, fucking me relentlessly. He pounded into me with such force, it pushed me up the futon until my arms were tangled around my head, and I was thumping against the wall. Whether he didn’t notice or didn’t care, it didn’t matter to me. All I wanted was more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Long brutal strokes, claiming my body like a prize to be won.
Dantes was right. It had taken very little effort on his part, but I was his. There was no way I could easily fit a man like him into my life; nobody but Carmen would understand why I was even attracted to him. Despite the complications he was going to bring into my life, I surrendered completely to him, letting him take ownership of me entirely.
6
Dantes
Drowning in lust and desire, I reared up to my knees, throwing one of Mia’s legs over my shoulder. As I looked down at her—her arms trussed and folded over her head, her hair wild and tangled around her face—she robbed me of my breath. She was excruciatingly beautiful with her wide green eyes locked on mine, her lips bruised and swollen from my kisses. An arrow of pain whistled through me, piercing my heart. I tried to shake it off, pretend I hadn’t felt it, but no matter how hard I slammed into her, how much deeper I fucked her, I couldn’t dampen the sting that was pulsing inside me. I tried to clear my mind, dipping my head, and capturing one of her rosy nipples between my lips, feasting greedily on the soft, warm peak. Running from the thoughts trying to bubble up in my mind, I started to ramble.
“I’ve got a whole club filled with some of the best pussy in the city, just begging for my dick, but you’re the one I can’t get out of my head. Why is that, Mia? What’s so fucking special about you?”
Her whimpers made me even harder, made me crave to hear her scream my name again. Reaching down, I began to strum her clit with my fingertips as I fucked her faster, the sound of my thighs slapping against hers dirty, obscene, and so very arousing.
“Do you feel it, Mia? Do you feel me inside you? Not just in your pussy, but in your soul? There isn’t a part of you I’m going to leave untouched tonight. When I’m done, when I’ve worn you out so much, you can’t even stand, no one will ever mistake who you belong to.”
“I’m already yours, Dantes,” she whispered in the tiny voice that made my balls tighten every time I heard it. “I’ve been yours since you led me out onto that dance floor and took me in your arms.”
I groaned as I recalled holding her for the first time, how I’d imagined having her just like this, beneath me with my cock sheathed in her wet slit. I flicked her clit hard with my thumb and forefinger just once, giving her a bite of pain to send her over the edge. She didn’t disappoint me.
This time, it was as if my name had been ripped from her throat, she screamed so loud and long. Her body spasmed under me, her legs kicking and thrashing, the one over my shoulder nearly connecting with my nose. I grabbed her by the ankle, holding it steady as I picked up speed, chasing my own release. Every thrust of my hips was a staccato punch to her cervix. It filled my head with ideas of pumping her full of my seed until she overflowed. With one last heave, I erupted like a fucking volcano. Every hot spurt into her pussy was like a knife in my gut. By the time I poured the last of myself into her, I was dizzy and breathless. I collapsed, gasping like a fish out of water. She didn’t complain about my weight crushing her into the uncomfortable padding of the futon. In fact, she looped her bound wrists around my neck and held me close as I shivered involuntarily.
As soon as I’d collected my wits, I reached up and removed my belt from Mia’s arms. Caressing the red marks it left, my chest swelled. It was a shame to mar such beautiful, creamy skin, but as I’d told Mia, I wasn’t a good man. I was all too eager to leave my mark on her. I slowly massaged the feeling back into her limbs, watching her face soften further. Pulling her closer to me, I tucked her head against my neck. The silky strands of her hair tickled my chest, making me laugh.
“First thing tomorrow, Preciosa, I’m buying you a new bed. This thing sucks,” I said, patting the dense cushion beneath us.
“In case you hadn’t noticed,” Mia responded, lifting her head to look at me. “I don’t exactly have a lot of space around here. Besides, I don’t need anything more than this.”
“Then we’re staying at my penthouse from now on. I won’t have you sleeping on this piece of crap anymore. I’m surprised you’re not jorobada by now.”
“A what?” she asked, her face the picture of confusion.
“Jorobada. You know, a… what do you call it? A hunchback.”
Her sleepy giggle made me smile. Combing my fingers through her hair, I tenderly worked out the tangles I’d made in it. I unconsciously began to hum as I laid there, completely relaxed for the first time in longer than I could remember.
“What is that?” Mia asked.
“What is what?”
“The song you’re humming. It’s pretty.”
“Oh,” I chuckled, suddenly feeling like an embarrassed teenage boy. “It’s nothing. Just a Spanish song.”
“What’s it called?”
“Me Enamoré de Ti,” I said, grateful she didn’t understand Spanish.
“What does it mean?” she asked, putting me on the spot. I could have lied, made up some bullshit so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea. The title translated to “I Fell in Love with You,” but that didn’t mean anything. I wanted her to be mine, I wanted to protect her, I wanted her in my bed. I wanted all of those things, but my heart wasn’t on the line. I didn’t have one.
“Here, let me sing you a little bit,” I replied, scrambling for a way to dodge the question. I began to sing the first few lines, things I had no trouble admitting.
“Your voice is beautiful,” Mia said, propping her chin on my chest and tracing a finger over the Grim Reaper tattoo decorating my shoulder.
“The singer is saying he wants the woman to be his, and no one else’s. If he’s going to be in her life, he’s going to stay in it. He’ll give her everything, she’ll want for nothing.”
“Who knew you were a romantic?” she replied, settling down next to me and giving a tired yawn. Thank fuck, she didn’t read too much into it.
“I’ll download it for you one of these days. Now, get some sleep,” I ordered as I went back to stroking her hair. “I’m going to fuck you at least two more times before dawn, so you’ll need the rest.”
When morning came, I learned Mia was an early riser. It didn’t matter I’d actually woken her three times in the night to fuck her again, she was still up bright and early at six. She professed to be at her most creative in the early hours of the day, and today was no exception. She came up with the wild idea she should paint me. Why she thought this ugly mug should be immortalized by her hands, I had no idea, but I wasn’t about to disappoint her. I hadn’
t heard a thing from Oscar, so there wasn’t any compelling reason for me to get out of Mia’s bed, except for the fact it was uncomfortable as hell, of course. Over the course of the night, I’d kind of grown used to it, enough it didn’t prevent me from indulging my laziness. Why shouldn’t I spend one day burying myself in a sexy and beautiful girl whenever I wanted to? If something came up I had to handle, I could go, but for now, I couldn’t find any reason to get dressed.
“So, what do you want me to do?” I asked as I enjoyed the cup of strong, black coffee Mia had made for me.
“Just lie there like that,” she replied, as she moved an easel and canvas directly across from me, followed by a stool. “I’m just going to sketch you first.”
I leaned my head and shoulders against the wall, bending one leg in front of me and resting my arm over it. I reached for my coat next to the bed where I’d thrown it the night before, then pulled my pack of cigarettes from the pocket and lit one. I inhaled deeply, letting the smoke settle in my lungs, relaxing me further.
Long moments of silence followed as Mia got to work. I watched her, what I could see of her around the large canvas. The light pouring in from a skylight set her hair aglow. The way it shone through separations in the strands made it look like gossamer threads. Her green eyes took on a luminosity that made them glow. Her beauty was unearthly. I’d never seen a sight like her anywhere, and if I wasn’t a man who always got what he wanted, I wouldn’t have been able to believe she was mine. The only thing now was, what would I do with her? I would keep her, of course, but it was going to be complicated.
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