Sick bastard, p.14
Sick Bastard, page 14
Whipping my head around, there stands Dante, only a foot behind me. He’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and an eyebrow quirked up. “Fuck, Dante! How long have you been there?” I shout.
“Have you always had such a dirty mouth?” He retorts, giving me a wicked glare.
“Have you always been so fucking creepy?” I fire back immediately. My question makes him laugh. That wasn’t meant to be a joke.
Shrugging a shoulder, he answers, “Since meeting you, yes. And fifteen minutes.” He’s been watching me since I got in? Now he’s just a pervert.
“You’ve been watching me for fifteen minutes?” He simply nods. “Jerk. You’ve gone from stalker to pervert. Congratulations.”
“I’m not going to disagree there.”
“Why are you watching me?”
“Why not? And why can’t you ever just answer a question with an answer?”
“Don’t have a good answer for your there, but why on earth wouldn’t I watch you? I have a hot, naked woman in my bathtub and I’m a man. What else would I be doing?” Fair enough.
“So why not knock or something?”
“It’s my bathroom, is it not? I didn’t know I had to knock to come into my own bathroom.” Asshole.
“Well when someone you’re not sleeping with is in here, you do.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Walking further into the bathroom, he casually leans himself against the counter. His hair is a mess this morning in that mad scientist style and he needs a good shave. He looks disheveled, messy, and sexy. Legs crossed at the ankles, he starts twisting that watch while he looks at me. Around and around it goes, but he looks relaxed instead of nervous, so I won’t complain about the watch bullshit.
“I can see your tits, London.” His deep voice informs me, catching me off guard. Looking down, I can see them just below the water. Taking a page from his book, I go with uncaring.
“I’m sure you got an eyeful during the fifteen minutes you stared at me in here so what should I do, hide ‘em?”
“No, don’t hide them from me, but damn, I’m thinking of a lot of things I’d love to do you’re your tits.”
“Good.” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Good? Why would you say that’s good?”
“It’s payback.” Now he really looks confused. This is kind of fun.
“Payback?” Again I play from his playbook, a question for a question.
“Are you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” He rolls his eyes and I almost jump for joy. I got to him so I win this round, but really, that was too easy. For such a hard man, he sure breaks easily.
“London,” He mutters impatiently. Fine.
“For our dance last night, remember? You were touching me, licking me, and kissing me, so this is payback. It’s a bitch, I hear.” He laughs, and it’s a deep, genuine laugh.
“Baby, I’ll pay up and then some. I’m not in the business of leaving beautiful women hanging.” I’m sure he’s not.
This is kind of exciting. A little dirty flirting while naked is a turn on, so why not have a little fun. “Promise?” Licking his bottom lip he nods once.
“I promise.”
A loud voice startles us both.
“Boss?” A man calls from the bedroom, and the bathroom door is wide open. Oh shit. “Boss?” The voice repeats.
“Put a foot in this bathroom and I’ll blow that motherfucker off, do you hear me?” Dante growls as he heads to the door.
“Ah, I see. You got a bitch in there, don’t’ ya.” The voice teases.
“Out.” Dante looks thoroughly pissed.
“Alright, Capo.” A different voice says. Fuck, how many are out there? Looking back at me, Dante’s face softens.
“I set something for you to wear on the bed. Let me get these dipshits downstairs. I’ll only be a few minute.” As he turns to leave, I do something I shouldn’t do. I say something that I know I’ll regret in the near future.
“Dante?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m holding you to that promise.” I hear him growl in frustration before the door closes a little too hard against the frame. Now I can’t help but laugh.
~~~~~~
I look like I stepped right out of rap video. I’m wearing way too big baggy sweats and a white tee. Dante’s stuff is about three sizes too big, but it’s comfy and smells like him. I’ve wrapped my wet hair into a messy bun on the top of my head since I have no hairbrush. I’m as ready as I’m gonna be.
Five pairs of eyes swing in my direction as soon as I set one bare foot into the kitchen. I know only one of them, and that’s Dante. The other four are men of varying ages who continue to stare at me.
“Holy shit,” one mutters, catching a smack to the back of the head. Another man openly gapes at me with his mouth opening and closing, reminding me of my old goldfish. It’s name was Shiny because it was. One grins like the joker and the other is busy stuffing food into his face.
“Who’s she, Boss?” The goldfish asks. Dante seems a bit smug.
“London, come here.” I don’t know why, but I do as he says.
“London, these are some of my employees. Meet Vinn, Rocco, Geo, and Pete. Boys, this is my London. Say hello and be respectful or I’ll kick your asses.” They all say their hello’s at the same time, and I wave and say hello back.
“Alright boys, you gotta go. Handle business in a timely manner and for fucks sake, don’t make a mess of it.”
The guys all get up and walk out the kitchen door. The tension in the room skyrockets the second the front door latches closed. Shit. Standing by the kitchen island, I glance up at Dante who is, as usual, staring holes through me from the other side of the room. “Yes?” I inquire, but I know what he wants.
“Are you looking to cash in on that promise now?” He asks softly. His eyes are dark and intimidating when he licks his lips. Yes! Hell yes!
“No.” I scoff in a lame attempt to seem uninterested, but I’m very interested.
Shaking his head slowly in mild amusement, he tsks me. “London, you’re a terrible liar. I think you do want me to fuck you, and I think you want me to do it now.” Oh I do, but I’m not letting him know that.
“That was some friendly banter, that’s all.” I inform him.
“It was so much more than that, so why are you lying to me?”
“I’m not,” I assure him. His lip curves into a painfully slow salacious smile.
“Baby, you’re awfully fucking beautiful when you lie to me.”
Pushing away from the counter, he drags his eyes over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He looks hungry. He looks feral, and he looks like he’s ready to get wild. Taking a step toward me, I instinctively step back. “London,” he drawls arrogantly, summoning me with a crooked finger.
“I don’t want you to fuck me.” Why am I acting immature and lying? We’re both adults. This could go one of two ways: We fuck and walk away, getting what we feel we need from each other, or this could turn nasty. Is it worth giving it a try and see what happens? Yes.
“If you’re going to lie to me, at least be convincing.”
“Bastard.”
He’s on me in an instant. I have no time to move and there’s no chance for me to run. His overpowering body is flush with mine, pinning me back. “You want me to fuck you. I can smell it on you. I could bend you over the kitchen island and stick it to you good and proper, or I could fuck you right here against the fridge, but either way, you’ll take it any way I give it to you.” I’ll take both. Fuck, I’ll take it all.
“I wouldn’t fuck you―”
“If I were the last man alive,” He finishes for me with a deep laugh.
He runs a hand under the shirt I’m wearing and works his fingers over my stomach and up to my tits. My head falls against the fridge in defeat. I don’t want to fight this anymore. A finger trails around my nipple before wrapping his full hand around it, kneading it slowly. He groans as I shove my chest into it.
He begins kissing up my neck to my jaw. Dragging his lips against my skin, he tells me the dirty things he wants to do to my body. Big, deft fingers pinch and roll my nipple as his lips work their way to my ear and I almost come. “So beautiful, so smart, and so goddamn mean.”
That big hand of his opens and drags down my stomach to the waist of my pants. They’re two too big, leaving no room for much of a fight. He pushes them down my legs, then shoves his own down where they fall to his feet. His hands curve around my ass and move to the back of my legs, lifting them up around his waist and with no hesitation, he shoves his dick inside of me. “But you’re a horrible fucking liar, baby.”
Once he’s in, he doesn’t move and it’s beautiful torture. “Please move,” I moan into his neck. He pulls back just a little and with one hard thrust, he buries himself deep and growls, “If you want me to fuck you, let me savor it. I’ve wanted this for a long fucking time, London, and I’m gonna enjoy every goddamn second of it.”
My back hits the fridge in jarring thuds, but I could care less. My thighs and ass are a wet mess and I can barely hold on, but it’s just too good to stop. Dante is relentless as he pounds into me. This man is not overcompensating for a fucking thing. His dick fills me, stretches me, and then some. I’m a fucking mess.
When I come, I come hard. He keeps thrusting, letting me ride out my orgasm and I finally hear him grunt, right before he pulls out. I watch as cum shoots out of his slit and all over my stomach, all the way up my chest while he groans and shudders. Holy shit.
I lost my shirt at some point so he could suck on me, and now I watch him do something I would never expect, but Dante doesn’t do anything I expect. He runs his hand through his wet, sticky cum and rubs it all over my belly and around my tits while he watches himself do it, looking fascinated. It reminds me of a caveman, but it’s so fucking hot.
“You made a mess, London,” he whispers against my mouth, running the tip of his tongue over my lips. I watch him glance between my face and the lovely mess he’s made on my body. I see pride glowing in his black eyes when I look down too.
“I need a shower.”
“The fuck you do. I like you covered in me.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.”
“Yeah, but I can see it in your eyes that you love it.”
No truer words have ever been spoken.
Dante
My chest heaves and my legs feel fucking weak, but my dick is still hard and throbbing. All I can smell is London all over my skin; coconut and sex. I feel complacent and satisfied, which is an awful combination of lethal emotions.
Taking a deep breath, I try to hold it off. I try to push back the need to fuck her again. I got a taste and the opposite of what I thought would happen, happened. I’ve lost all my goddamn sense with her, and now I’m mess of disturbing emotions.
Looking over my shoulder, I see her spread out on my bed. Her naked backside with that perfectly round ass has me wanting to go again, especially when I see that messy hair that I held in my fist just moments ago.
After I fucked her in the kitchen, we brought it to the bedroom where I could spread her out and feast on every inch of her. Just like I got myself all over London, I’ve got London all over me and I love it.
“That was … that was intense,” she says with a satisfied sigh. Yeah, that shit was definitely something.
She touches my shoulder blade and traces my skin―her soft hands make me tense. “You have tattoos.” She states.
“I do.” Do they bother her? Does she hate them? Does she not like mine? Fuck, someone just shoot me already.
“But you wear suits,” She says, sounding amused.
“And you’re college student with one.” Turning my head slightly, I catch that rosary snaking around her ankle with the cross resting on the top of her foot.
“Good point. Well, I like them,” She muses softly. Good.
The bed dips behind me and the sheet around my waist pulls away as she sits up, “I should go.” That’s not gonna happen, at least not yet.
“You’re staying.”
“I am?” I can hear the challenge in those two words and the answer is yes, she is. After having the hottest, most amazing fuck of my life, I want more. Plus I’m hungry. I worked up an appetite and need fuel to keep going.
“I ordered food when I got up to go to the bathroom, so you’ll stay and eat with me.” Getting off the bed, I grab another pair of sweats and leave her in the bed. If I stay in here with her any longer, looking freshly fucked, neither one of us will be eating food any time soon.
~~~~~~
She sways her hips when she walks into the room and I almost choke on my coffee. I thank God that she takes the seat at the breakfast bar across from me because if she were closer, I couldn’t promise I’d keep my hands to myself. For just having sex with a complete stranger, she’s not the least bit nervous or self-conscious around me.
I’ve never done the after sex thing ... ever. I take them to a hotel and when I’m finished, I escort them to the door and slam it in their faces, yet here I am now, feeding one. What’s the rule? Don’t feed them or they’ll come back? I push a few plates toward her. “Hungry?”
I ordered one of everything in hopes I’d find something she likes, and she goes straight for the muffin. She doesn’t pick at it or pop dainty little bites into her mouth like other women do. No, London takes a hearty bite.
So she’s not one of those women who won’t eat in front of people. I’m a fan of appetites. It’s a quality I appreciate.
I’m glad she eats, really, because she’s gonna need the energy if she keeps wearing what she is around me. “Will you stop fucking staring at me? You’re creeping me out.”
“Do I really creep you out?” Creepy is one of those words that you don’t want yourself described as. It’s sort of like the word cute―a little offensive, and a whole lot of annoying. I’m neither creepy nor cute, but I’ll be whatever she wants me to be as long as she stays.
“Yes.”
“Why am I creepy?”
“You follow me around, show up wherever I seem to be, and you look at me like you wanna kill me sometimes.”
“I don’t want to kill you, haven’t I already covered that?” There are a lot of people floating around this world I’d like to kill, or have killed, but London isn’t one of them.
“I don’t know if I believe you.” Well at least she’s honest. It’s probably a good thing she doesn’t.
“Fair enough.”
Her eyes are still smudged in black, her lips are bruised red, and her hair’s a wet tangled mess on top of her head, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman so perfect. She’s beautiful just the way she is.
“Still being creepy, Dante.” I’m not gonna apologize for it. I do love when she says my name, though. Not many people in my life call me that and hearing her say it does bad shit to me.
“Do you care?”
“No, not really. It’s just you, I guess.”
“Get used to it.” I tell her plainly.
“Why? Do you plan to stalk me after today?” I do. I don’t plan to stop. It’s become a cruel compulsion I can’t just kick.
“Yes.” She licks her lips and gives me a slow, seductive smile.
“I would expect nothing less from you.”
For a while she eats and stares out the window absentmindedly. I hold my post across the island, trying desperately to keep my composure reeled in. After a long silent moment, she speaks.
“Can I use your phone to call Matt?” I use this as my one and only opportunity
“Only if you’ll finally have dinner with me tonight.” For a moment she’s silent. I know she’s thinking through her options here and she also knows she has none. She’s gonna finally have that dinner I’ve asked for twice now.
“So if I say no, then I can’t use your phone?”
“Exactly.”
“Well then. I’ll assume that I have no choice in the matter, is that correct?” Right again. She makes it sound like I’m putting her out or something, but I call it making her choices easier for her to make.
“Correct.”
Sticking a hand out, she grins. “Phone, please.”
I give her my phone and watch her wander over to the window. She talks with her hands and speaks loudly. She smiles and giggles throughout their conversation, and I can truly see that Matt means a great deal to her. She seems to light up anytime he’s around. If I’m going to continue this with her, I had better get used to their relationship because clearly, he’s not going anywhere.
“I can’t go with you tonight, Matt. I’m being forced to have dinner with a creep.” She smiles sweetly at me while listening for a moment and then she laughs. “Yes, he’s a very handsome creep.” She’s killing me here. “Sure, you can come,” she says and lifts an eyebrow, begging me to challenge her, but I don’t. I’m not a stupid man. I can give in a little to get what I want.
She hangs up and hands the phone to me, “So I’m a handsome creep?”
Cocking her head to the side, she levels me with a serious look. “Who said I was talking about you?”
She’s not like anyone I’ve met before. She keeps me on my toes and questioning everything. “You know, London, I’ve met so many people and most I don’t remember. I’ve been everywhere there is to go and done everything there is to do, and not once in my thirty-three years have I met someone like you.” I tell her sincerely.
“You’re thirty-three?” She yells at me. Out of all the shit I just said, that’s what she caught? “Seriously, London?”
“It’s a valid concern.” She points out. I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into with this girl. “Yes, I am. Does it bother you?” She looks a little embarrassed suddenly.
“No … and Dante?”
“Yes?” I counter hesitantly. I’ve no clue what’s about to pop out of her mouth. She smiles and wrinkles up her nose in a cute way I hate to love.
“You’re definitely not like anyone I’ve ever met before, either. As much as you scare me sometimes, I’ll admit that I like it, more than I probably should.”
