by Penelope Sky
“And you brought Landon too…”
“I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“You’re a good man, Cato. Even if you still kill me, my opinion won’t change.”
That would only make killing her more difficult. Listening to her hate me would make it a lot easier to shut her up.
“That was a sweet thing to do. I still can’t believe it happened.”
“You did everything to save your father. You failed, but you still deserved to bury him. It’ll give you closure.”
“Yes…it will.” She faced forward again.
I stared at the side of her face, examining the subtle beauty of her high cheekbones. Her freckles gave her a hint of girlish charm against the rest of her distinctly womanly appearance. Her lips were plump like pillows, and her slender neck was as long as her legs. If she gave me a daughter, I knew I would have a serious problem on my hands. “I shot Damien for you.”
She turned back to me, her eyebrows furrowed. “You shot him?”
“In the left shoulder. But he’ll live.”
The sadness left her eyes for a moment, replaced with heated vengeance. “Thank you. I just wish you’d aimed for his head.”
I smiled, liking the fire that roared out of her mouth. “Next time.”
Two weeks had come and gone.
I hadn’t gotten laid.
For a man who got sex on a regular basis, two weeks was equivalent to two months.
I considered going out and picking up pussy. But my mind always wandered back to the mother of my child, the woman I’d fucked more than anyone else. She was already pregnant, so I never had to worry about knocking her up again. I didn’t need a condom, but I would need to wear one with someone else.
But I was still pissed at her.
I could do whatever I wanted with her. I could force her even if she said no. I could chain her up and turn it into a punishment. The idea was arousing.
But I was too stubborn to do it.
After what she did, I should never want her again.
I was sitting on the couch in the private living room of my master bedroom when there was a knock on the door. Giovanni had already served me dinner, so I knew it wasn’t him. He wouldn’t bother me at this hour unless it was important. I could see the bedroom door from the living room, so I called out, “Come in.”
Siena walked inside, dressed in pajama shorts and a white tank top without a bra.
My eyes immediately went to her nipples.
Her hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail and her face was clean of makeup, but I started to realize I actually preferred her that way.
“Can I talk to you?” She stayed by the door, her long legs tanned and toned.
All I could focus on was those legs in those shorts, those tits in that shirt, and that gorgeous neck I used to grab. “Yes.”
She shut the door then joined me in the living room. She moved to the couch beside me and watched the soccer game on the screen. “Sports fan?”
“Yes.”
She looked at my glass of scotch on the table like she wanted to take a drink. Of course she couldn’t, so she sat back and turned her gaze on me.
I tried not to stare at her legs in those little shorts. I tried not to look at her tits in that thin cotton shirt. Even though she genuinely looked ready for bed, she’d never looked sexier. She could have walked in here in lingerie, and my reaction would have been the same. Maybe she was intentionally antagonizing me under the false pretense of going to sleep. “Something you need?”
She looked at my shirtless chest, not bothering to hide her need for affection. Maybe she’d tried to fuck me last week to screw with my head. Or maybe she just missed sex as much as I did. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“I’m listening.”
“I do nothing all day while you’re out and about—”
“You aren’t going to work.” Being a prisoner meant she had no freedom. Working was a freedom that she didn’t deserve. “You will stay here constantly unless you accompany me somewhere.” Not even her sexy legs could change my mind about that.
Disappointment was in her eyes, but she pushed on for another request. “Then can Landon come to the house and visit me? He’ll want to spend time talking to the baby. And I could use the company…”
“You think I’m gonna let your brother, who tried to talk me out of killing you, come into my house?”
“Even if he wanted to, there’s no possibility of him doing anything. You don’t need to worry about that. He’s not happy about the situation, but he does admire you for what you did for our father.”
Only certain people were permitted on my property. It didn’t matter if Landon was outnumbered a hundred to one. “No.”
“Then can I meet him for—”
“No.”
“Can I talk to him on the phone, then? Can I have a phone?”
Denying that request would be extreme. There was no harm in it. “I guess.”
She sighed, appreciation in her gaze. “Thank you. But I hope you reconsider letting him come to the house. This is his niece or nephew, and he has the right to spend time with them.”
“Has the right?” I asked. “That implies you have rights—which you don’t.”
Her eyes narrowed at the insult. “Even when I’m gone, Landon will still be family. One day when our child grows older, they’re going to be curious about me. They’re going to ask questions. And it won’t be that hard to find out exactly what happened to me. What will you do then?”
“Tell them what you did.”
“I think anyone other than you understands how difficult the situation was.”
“Don’t care.”
“You don’t care that your child may hate you?”
I looked at the TV. “No.”
“You say that now. But when you hold that baby in your arms, that’s all you’ll care about.”
I still couldn’t believe I would be a father. Even with all the help I could hire, my life would be completely different. Bates and my mother wouldn’t be the only family I had. Soon, it would grow.
“I hope you reconsider.”
“You forget that I don’t owe you anything.”
“But I don’t forget that you have a heart.” She stared me down like a predator that had just cornered its prey. “I understand you’re still mad at me right now, but you do still care about me the way I care about you. You’re also just as stubborn as I am, so you’ll come around on your own time. I’m patient enough to wait.”
I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. My peaceful evening had been interrupted by this obnoxious woman. “I don’t care about you.”
“You say that, but everything you do contradicts it. Why did you return my father? I never asked you to do that, and it wasn’t your obligation. But you made it happen anyway.”
I would never admit the answer she was looking for. I would keep lying until I couldn’t do it anymore. “Everyone should be able to bury the ones they love. It was the humane thing to do.”
“To the woman who betrayed you?” she asked. “You called a truce with a group of men you would ordinarily slaughter—for me. You’re going to have to give me a better answer than that.” She shifted closer to me on the couch then tucked her leg between my knees. She turned into me and rested her face close to mine, her lips dangling just inches away. “I said I was sorry, Cato.” Her hand moved to my cheek, and her fingers brushed against the scruff of my beard. “How many times do you want me to say it?” Her perfume washed over me in delicious waves. Her fingertips felt like rose petals against my skin.
I felt the same pull I’d felt last time, the magnetic energy between us. It seemed like I wanted her more now than I had when she was mine. My hand ached to yank down her shorts so I could see the panties she wore. I wanted to yank up her tank top so I could see those beautiful tits. “What do you want from me, Siena?” I pulled her hand off my cheek.
“Just you.” Green gems looked into m
y eyes as she whispered to me.
I wanted to trust this woman, but I couldn’t. I could never trust someone who’d lied to me for so long. “You want to fuck the man who’ll kill you? Or do you think you’ll be able to fuck me so good that I won’t kill you? It can’t be the first one, so it’s gotta be the second one. And I’ll save you the trouble of hoping. I will put a bullet in your brain the second your purpose is fulfilled. So, tell me, do you really want to sleep with a murderer?”
Her hand slowly glided down my chest while her eyes stayed locked on mine. “I guess I don’t believe you’ll do it either way, whether we’re together or not.”
“Trust me, I would have shot you already if you weren’t pregnant.”
“But you would have regretted it—and you know it.”
My eyes shifted away.
“And if you really are going do it, I would rather enjoy all the nights I have left with the only man I want to be with.”
I refused to look at her as my body hummed to life. My sweatpants did a terrible job concealing my hard-on. Within seconds, I was thick and hard, the outline so visible, it couldn’t be ignored.
Her hand grazed over it, starting at my balls and moving to my head through the material. “You want me. I want you. Stop fighting it.”
I kept my lips away from hers, fighting her seduction.
“Cato.” She dug her fingers into my hair and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth.
My eyes closed involuntarily.
Her hand slipped into my sweatpants until I was hot in her hands. Then she kissed me again.
This woman seduced me. She was smarter than I gave her credit for, and she was using my desires against me. She knew I cared about her, saw through my lies and noticed my actions. When she got me between her legs, I would be lost. I pushed her off. “Suck my dick and leave. Or just leave now.” I pushed my boxers and sweatpants down and let my cock rest along my stomach. I wouldn’t fuck her, but she could suck me off like a whore. That was the best she would get out of me.
That seemed to be a compromise she liked. “I’d love to.” She moved to her knees on the floor and pulled her top over her head. Her perky tits came into view, with their hard nipples and firm size. She pulled her hair out of her ponytail and let it fall around her shoulders. “I want to thank you for what you did…and I can’t think of a better way.” She wrapped her hand around my length, stared at it lovingly while licking her lips, and then deep-throated me instantly.
My head immediately rested back against the couch. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed getting my dick sucked until now. Her flattened tongue rubbed against me perfectly, and she practically unhinged her jaw to accommodate my girth. The best part was the way she stared at me as she sucked my dick, like getting me off was more than enough pleasure for her.
Her hand played with my sac while she kept moving up and down, keeping those plump lips wide apart.
“Harder.”
She moved deep and hard, slobbering her saliva all over my length. She pushed me deeper like I asked, slightly gasping every time my crown penetrated her as deep as it could go.
I hadn’t had any action for two weeks, so this became the greatest sexual experience of my life. My hand moved behind her neck, and I pulled her at the pace I liked, making her work hard to take that big dick.
I didn’t give a damn about pleasing her, so I had no inhibitions. I yanked her mouth far over my dick and came in her throat, groaning and thrusting my hips upward. I dumped a mound inside her, but she didn’t gag. She swallowed it as I gave it to her, taking my come like a pro.
When I finished, she licked all the drops from the head of my cock, getting every single ounce of my seed before she licked her lips. She pulled her shirt over her beautiful tits then walked out without trying to stay.
I stayed on the couch with my pants around my ankles. All the muscles in my body relaxed as the chemicals in my brain kicked in. That was a damn good blow job. It made me wonder how good the sex would have been. But that was all she was getting from me. If she wanted me that bad, she would have to settle for sucking my dick.
7
Siena
I didn’t mind getting on my knees for Cato.
It was a treat for me.
When a dick was that beautiful, it deserved to be sucked.
The interaction was more than enough for me to return to my room and please myself. With the taste of his come still on my tongue, I could picture his focused expression as he came deep inside me.
I would rather have the real thing, but this would work for now.
Until he decided he would finally put out.
A few days later, Cato walked into my room unannounced. He was in a navy blue suit, like he’d just finished a meeting. The house was so big that I never really knew when Cato was home or not. Sometimes he was in Florence, and sometimes he had meetings in his parlor downstairs. I was told not to bother him during work hours.
He held up a cell phone. “This is for you.” He tossed it onto the bed.
Black and sleek, it probably had games and access to the internet. I didn’t have a laptop or a device, so it would be a nice change to have access to the outside world. “Thanks.”
“Your text messages and conversations will be tracked—just so you know.”
“I expected nothing less.”
He slid his hands into his pockets as he stared at me, towering over me by an extra foot. Whether he was clothed or not, he was gorgeous. That suit looked fantastic on him and made me picture what was underneath. His muscles stretched the arms of his suit, and even his thighs filled out his slacks.
We used to have sex constantly, and now that it was gone, it drove me wild. It was the best sex of my life, and it had vanished. I wondered if it was the abstinence that drove me crazy or if it was the hormones or if it was because of the generous thing he did for my family. Either way, I wanted him badly—especially when he looked that good in his suit.
I moved to him as my fingers reached for his belt. “Can you fuck my mouth?” I loosened the leather then unfastened the button on his pants.
His eyes narrowed on my face, clearly surprised by the abrupt question. He’d barely been in there for five minutes before I made an advance on his package. He wasn’t ready to have sex with me, but getting his dick sucked was enough distance that allowed him to enjoy it.
Little did he know, I enjoyed it more than he did.
All he did was provide a slight nod.
I unzipped his slacks and pulled his bottoms to the floor as I moved to my knees.
“Top off.”
I pulled my shirt and bra off and sat in my jeans. I pointed his big dick toward my mouth then slowly sheathed him, pushing him to the back of my throat slowly so I could stretch. If I fucked him too quickly, my gag reflex would be ignited. I flattened my tongue and adjusted my pace to the way he liked.
His hand dug into my hair, and he watched me with concentrated pleasure. He didn’t thrust his hips inside me, and instead, watched me do all the work. Whenever I pulled my lips away from his dick, a string of spit formed. I broke it with a swipe of my tongue then jerked him off with my hand.
His fingertips dug into my skull.
I put him back in my mouth and forced him into the back of my throat. I tried to hit his balls, but his length was just too long. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn’t make it happen anatomically. I gripped his powerful thighs, and I made love to his dick with my mouth, the dick that put a baby inside me.
When he was about to come, I pulled him out of my mouth and aimed him at my chest. “Come on my tits.” I jerked him forcefully, working his shaft as firmly as I could so he could come hard.
He exploded with a groan, coating my tits everywhere. “Fuck.” He dumped so much on me I wasn’t sure I would have been able to swallow it.
I stayed on my knees while I felt the come slowly slide down my chest.
Like his purpose was complete, he pulled up his pants and put his su
it back together. Then he walked out without conversation.
That was exactly what I wanted.
I dropped my clothes then lay on the bed and opened my legs. I smeared his come all over my pussy before I rubbed my clit. My eyes closed, and I pictured him on top of me, thrusting into me just the way he used to. The smell of his come was potent and only heightened the sensation. It felt like he was really there, even if his fat cock wasn’t inside me. It took me less than a minute to hit my climax.
Cato walked back inside and halted when he saw what I was doing. Men like Cato weren’t easy to catch off guard, but he was glued to the spot. Immobile, he watched me rub my pussy with his come. With wide eyes and shaking shoulders, he didn’t know what to do.
The climax hit, so I finished it, not stopping even for him. My head rolled back, and I rubbed myself harder, my thighs shaking because it felt so good. Cato’s presence made it even better, made it seem like we were really together.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.”
I lay on the bed and caught my breath, my fingers still between my legs. I didn’t feel any shame for what I’d just done. He didn’t want to please me, so that was fine. I could handle my own needs.
Like he couldn’t handle it, Cato stormed back out—making sure to slam the door this time.
8
Cato
Bates and I had just finished a meeting, and now we rode in the back seat of my car.
My brother rolled down the divider to speak to the driver. “Take us to that club you took me to last week.” He hit the button again and closed the divider. “After dealing with assholes all afternoon, I say we get drunk—on pussy.”
“I’ll have a drink or two. But I need to get back.”
“Why?”
I glared at my brother. “You think I’m actually going to answer you?”