Chapter 3-3
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Junior
Sonofabitch.
Desiree’s beautiful back shakes with sobs and I nearly lose my s**t. I roll her over, doing my best to keep my hands gentle when urgency makes me want to yank and tear.
“Desiree. Baby. Fuck.” I gather her into my arms as she tries to hide her face in her hands.
Merda.
“I didn’t mean to break you, doll. I really didn’t.”
It’s exactly what I was trying not to do. It’s why I went in hot and f****d her instead of turning on the ice and scaring the s**t out of her with threats or force.
What am I saying? I didn’t even mean to f**k her. I didn’t know what to do—all I knew was that the usual s**t I spew to people when I’m threatening the lives of the people they love wouldn’t come out. So I smacked her a*s.
And then she spread her palms out on the door and thrust her hips back like she liked it, and I was a goner.
But I must’ve misread her cues.
Something went terribly wrong because now she’s hiccupping and mopping up tears like she can’t stop.
She struggles to sit up. “It’s good. I’m good.” She wipes her tears with both fingers. “I don’t even know why I cried. Just the release, you know? I’m overtired, and this has been stressful and”—she waves her hand, a rueful twist of her full lips—“it all came out. I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? f**k that.” I won’t let her go even though she’s fighting for sovereignty. Instead, I pull her around to straddle my lap, hold her tight against my chest. “You’re really okay?” I stroke up and down her bare back.
She gives a watery laugh. “Yes. Can we please forget this happened?”
“Stop,” I command. “I don’t give a s**t if you bawl your eyes out every time you come. Hell, I don’t care if you puke. As long as I know it was good for you.”
She laughs against my neck, still hiding her face there. “It was good.”
“Too rough?” I’m still shell-shocked from thinking I hurt or scared her.
“No.” Her lips move against my neck. Is she kissing me? “I liked it.”
I keep holding her tight, partly because I love the feel of so much soft skin up against mine. But also because I figure she needs to be held even if she’s trying to pull her s**t together and pretend nothing happened. And I’m not oblivious to the fact that I caused the stress she had to release through her tears.
“I had this fantasy…” I hear her say in a very small voice. Like she’s telling me a secret, here in the dark. “Back when I worked for your mom. I used to imagine you forcing me to have sex.”
I somehow manage to not stiffen. She’s talking about a fantasy. It doesn’t mean she believes I would actually force a woman to have s*x with me.
“You get hot for a little violence in the bedroom, doll?”
She leans her chin on my shoulder. Her bare breasts push against my chest. “I don’t know. Yeah, I guess so. I mean, just a fantasy, right? Of course I would never want to be forced in real life. And any guy who did that—”
“Yeah, yeah,” I interrupt. I’d rather stick with her fantasies than discuss r**e. I pull her hips against mine. Her cunt is still slick with her juices and it rubs over my c**k, getting me semi-hard again.
Her lips find the place where my shoulder meets my neck again. This time I’m sure it’s a kiss or love bite or whatever.
“I can’t even believe I’m telling you. It’s just that you kinda just made it all come true. In a good way,” she rushes to add. “I don’t mean I really felt forced.”
My d**k lengthens. “Well—” I keep stroking her back, palming her a*s, consuming her. “I’m happy to act that fantasy out with you over and over again.” I squeeze both her a*s cheeks roughly, lifting and lowering her slowly over my c**k. “Let’s just say while you’re in this house, you might be subject to forced f*****g any time I feel like it.”
Her breath catches and she goes still, like she’s thinking it over.
“We’ll need some kind of signal, I guess,” I suggest. “So I know if you really don’t want it.”
“You mean like a safe word?” Her warble is small again, and it kinda kills me to hear her that way, because she’s usually so full of confidence.
“Safe word. Right. I guess so.” I don’t know s**t about b**m, but a safe word makes sense.
“How about if I say…peanut butter if I want it to stop?”
I smile. “Peanut butter. Got it. You gonna remember that, doll? If I have you pinned down and nervous?”
“I’ll remember. Will you?” she demands, her sassy attitude returning.
“Yep. Did you just agree to be my on-demand p***y for the rest of the time you’re here?”
She bites my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. “No. You just agreed to be my gigolo.”
I chuckle, stroking her soft skin. I’m not sure when I’ve last smiled or chuckled. But then again, I haven’t had s*x like that in...well, maybe ever.
Even with Gio in critical condition in the next room, the heaviness that usually hangs over my head seems temporarily lifted.
And I hate to end it, but Gio’s waiting. And I need to get things straightened out with his nurse.
I ease back so I can see Desiree’s face and catch her jaw in an overhand hold. “Okay, doll. We still have serious s**t to talk about.”
Her eyes widen.
“Why were you leaving?”
Desiree sags a bit. “I didn’t leave,” she insists. “I was considering it.”
I force myself not to smile. It’s so cute how she always argues with me.
“Okay. Why?”
She shrugs, a slightly mulish expression settling over her. “I’m not really sure I’m going to walk out of here alive.” She lifts her chin, a direct challenge flashing in her big brown eyes.
Now it’s my turn to sag. As much as her fear pisses me off, she’s right to worry. She’s gonna be a loose end, and if I were smart, if I were ruthless, I would make sure she didn’t walk out of here and talk.
“Oh, baby.” I release her jaw and let my grip trail down her throat. It’s not a threat, but she swallows convulsively beneath my hand. “I don’t off innocent women.” I trace her jaw. “Especially not ones who work their asses off to save my brother’s life.” I cup behind her nape and pull her toward me to kiss her neck. “Especially not ones with little freckles on their upturned noses.” I tap her nose. “I promise you’ll walk away from this with the rewards you deserve. I know how to show my appreciation to the people who prove their loyalty. I’m going to take care of you, Desiree.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll talk? I mean, there’s a reason Gio’s not at the hospital, right?”
Regret washes through me. I wish she wasn’t pressing me on this. “Oh, baby, I have hundreds of ways to keep you from talking, and none of them involve putting you six feet under. But I don’t want to make threats. Not with the taste of you still on my tongue. Not when you just made me come harder than I have in years.”
I watch the veil of l**t drop back down over her face and she writhes over my lap in an intoxicating swivel.
“So I’m gonna say this, and I’m only gonna say it once. I need you to stay here and take care of Gio. I need you to promise you won’t tell anyone where you are, or who you’re with. Not now or ever. And I need you to know that if you disobey me again, there will be serious consequences. Capiche?”
Her face goes pale and I detect a little pissed-off in her expression, but mostly she keeps it hidden. She pushes off my lap, and this time, I let her leave. “Yeah, I got it.” Definitely a sullen ring to her voice.
Well, that’s good. She needs to be scared of me.
I can’t just f**k her into compliance, as much as I’m gonna try.
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