Desire in Lingerie: Lingerie #7 Page 7

I woke up to the sight of Vanessa wrapped around me. Her slender leg was tucked between mine, and her arm was draped over my hard stomach. Her dark hair was a mess across the pillow, tangled from the way I fisted it last night. Her plump lips were slightly parted as she breathed during sleep, and I could see her small teeth behind her lips. She hugged me like I was her favorite teddy bear, the comfort that kept her asleep all night long.

  I turned over and rolled her to her back before I got out of bed. I pulled on a new pair of boxers and sweatpants before I glanced at her one more time. She was so tiny in my king-size bed, drowning in the sheets due to her petite size. She hugged the pillow like it was me and kept sleeping, her olive skin contrasting against the crisp white sheets.

  I walked down the hall and into the kitchen, my bare feet tapping against the hardwood floors. My place in Milan had large, floor-to-ceiling windows that let the natural light into the house. It had a great view of the enormous city, of the ancient cathedrals and old buildings. The windows were tinted on the outside so no one could see in—and they were bulletproof.

  I put on a pot of coffee then opened my laptop. One thing I liked about my job was the freedom. I didn’t have to work all the time, and I had weeks in between hits to recuperate from my travels. The money was directly deposited into my account, out of sight from the feds who were unable to monitor it.

  Once I told Vanessa the hit list was never innocent people, she seemed a lot more accepting of it. The man she loved was a stone-cold killer, and I respected her for not trying to change me.

  I wouldn’t change for anyone.

  I drank my coffee and looked through emails. Richard gave me updates on the property in Lake Garda, and Max sent emails about business, nothing too confidential just in case someone took over our servers.

  I got a text from Max. Call me when your lazy ass is out of bed.

  I just got Vanessa back, so I wasn’t interested in leaving for a few days. It’d been so long since I’d had her incredible pussy that I was making up for lost time. It didn’t matter how well the job paid, I would pass.

  I called him back.

  “You’re awake?” he asked in surprise.

  “It’s nine, asshole.”

  “But I know how lazy you are. So, what happened to that woman you met the other night?”

  “You owe me five hundred euros, by the way.”

  He sighed into the phone. “I’ll pay you, asshole.”

  “When?” I pressed.

  “Like you need the money.”

  “It’s not about the money, and you know it, asshole.”

  He chuckled. “I’ll wire it to you. Happy?”

  “A little happier than I was before.”

  “So, what happened to you and that sexy lady?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t be coy,” he said with a laugh. “You’ve never been a gentleman before, so don’t start now.”

  “I’m being serious. I walked her to my truck, and then Vanessa caught up with me.”

  “Vanessa…?” His grin was obvious in his voice. “Jealous?”

  “Extremely.”

  He laughed. “This is getting good. What happened next?”

  “Vanessa said she wanted me back.” I remembered the way she looked in the short teal dress, her heels held in her hand. Tears burned in her eyes and had ruined her makeup. She was hurting so much…in agony as she watched me touch another woman. I enjoyed watching her suffering because I’d been in so much pain myself. Every time she pushed me away, it was like a blade right in my heart. I wanted to watch her suffer, to know I wasn’t alone. She hated loving me, but I hated loving her just as much. Her family had ruined my life. I should have been a man and killed her. She dropped her heels on the ground and kissed me. The shoes remained on the sidewalk after we left, and I don’t know what happened to the woman I met at the bar… I couldn’t even remember her name now.

  “Then what happened?” he asked.

  “What do you think? I took Vanessa home.”

  “What about the other woman?”

  I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me. “No idea what happened to her.”

  “So where does that leave you two? She’s still a Barsetti, and she’ll always be a Barsetti.”

  I sipped my coffee and looked out the window. “When did we start having these girl-talk sessions?”

  “Come on, we’re brothers.”

  “Doesn’t mean we need to talk about this shit.”

  “This is your first serious woman. We’ve gotta talk about it.”

  I didn’t think Vanessa and I had any kind of serious future, but I wasn’t thinking about that right now. I was just enjoying her, loving her. “We’re living in the moment. Her family doesn’t need to know about me.”

  “Could you imagine if they did know?” he asked with a chuckle.

  The entire Barsetti clan would hunt me down with all their weaponry. Her father would stab me in the neck even if I were already on the ground. I was his worst nightmare, the worst man in the world for his daughter. “Vanessa would never tell them, so I don’t need to worry about that.”

  “Does that mean you’re happy?”

  I’d finally been able to sleep through the night, and my heart wasn’t aching in my chest anymore. Happiness was difficult for me to grasp because I didn’t really understand it. Even now, I wasn’t sure if that was what I was feeling. “Yes.”

  “Good for you. Let’s go out tonight and celebrate. Introduce her to the guys.”

  “I don’t want to share.”

  “You know what I mean, Bones. I’ve talked to Vanessa a few times, but I’ve never really gotten to know her. If she’s your girlfriend, we should get acquainted.”

  “She’s not my girlfriend,” I said firmly. “Men like me don’t have girlfriends.”

  “Are you exclusive?”

  Like I’d let another man go near her. “Yes.”

  “Then she’s your girlfriend. Just accept it.” He told me where to meet him before he hung up.

  I set my cell phone down then finished looking through my emails. In the distance, I could hear the sound of little feet tapping against the hardwood floor. My constant alertness forced me to pay attention to the details people didn’t think were relevant. So I knew when she was coming without looking over my shoulder.

  A moment later, her hands went to my shoulders, and she massaged the thick muscles. “There you are…”

  I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the way she dug her fingers into the perfect sections. She found the knots in my muscles and rubbed them away, making the tissue flatten and relax. “Miss me, baby?”

  “Yes.” She pushed her hands down my bare chest then leaned over me so she could kiss my neck and chest. Her fingernails moved all the way down, covering my abs and skin. She kissed my neck then nibbled on my earlobe. “I woke up because my heater left.”

  “That’s all you want me for? To keep you warm?”

  Her hand glided down my stomach to the outline of my hard dick in my sweatpants. “I want you for other things too.” Her hand moved down my length, like she was petting an animal.

  Anytime her hand was on my dick, even through my clothes, my cock twitched in response. “Then use me, baby. That’s why I’m here.”

  She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck. “Come back to bed.”

  “What about breakfast?”

  She breathed against my skin. “I don’t give a damn about breakfast.” She repeated the words I’d spoken to her the other day, but she said it in a much sexier way than I did. “I only give a damn about you.”

  My cock hardened further in my sweatpants because she knew how to say the right things. She knew how to make me hard without even trying. Only Vanessa could make me swell so large, get me so hard it actually hurt.

  She kissed my shoulder then stood up. “Come on.” She stepped away and walked down the hallway back to the bedroom.

  I stayed seated and to
ok another drink of my coffee, purposely taking my time to make her wait. I wanted her to ache for me, for her body to drip with desire in anticipation. I rose to my feet a moment later and walked back into the bedroom.

  She’d abandoned her clothes, and now she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air and her sex gleaming with arousal. There was an enormous arch in her back before her perky ass pointed toward the ceiling. Her black hair trailed behind her, moving right down her spine. She looked at me over her shoulder, sex in her eyes. “Griffin…”

  I’d seen her in some of the sexiest ways, when she was underneath me in the midst of a climax, or when she was heartbroken seeing me with another woman. I’d seen her in lingerie that cost tens of thousands of dollars. But seeing her like this, her pussy wet and her ass in the air, was my undoing.

  I pushed down my boxers and sweatpants, letting my throbbing cock come free. I loved fucking her right before bed, but fucking her first thing in the morning seemed to be even better. My fingers wrapped around my length, and I pumped myself a few times before I approached the foot of the bed.

  I gripped both of her ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart before I pressed my face into her lips. I kissed her, dragged my tongue across her most sensitive areas.

  Like she hadn’t expected me to make her feel so good, her hips immediately bucked, and her face burrowed into the sheets. “Oh…”

  My large hands kept her ass cheeks apart, and I sucked her nub, my nose right in her sexy little asshole. I felt her moisture on my tongue and added more of my own. Eating pussy wasn’t my thing, but since Vanessa was my woman, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to cherish her cunt the way I treasured the rest of her.

  I sucked her good and hard, pushing her to the brink of a deep orgasm. But then I pulled away, wanting to torture her because she was torturing me. Having her on her hands and knees on the bed like this, begging me to fuck her, was more than my dick could handle. My mouth pleased her first since my dick already wanted to come in that pussy. I needed to get her ready to explode before I shoved myself inside her tight wetness.

  “Griffin…please.”

  I licked my lips and tasted her as I jerked myself with my hand, watching this gorgeous woman beg for me. She could have anyone else she wanted, but she wanted me. She wanted the man who almost killed her. She wanted me, all the good and all the bad.

  I moved onto the bed and positioned myself behind her. I grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her up, forcing the arch in her back to deepen and her chin to point toward the ceiling.

  I pushed down on my shaft and slid inside her, feeling my saliva and her own arousal. I pushed in, stretching her small cunt to full capacity. I moved completely inside until my balls were right against her body. One hand wrapped around her hair like a line of rope, and I secured her in place. My other hand gripped her other hip, and I started to thrust deep and hard inside her, giving her forceful strokes that made her body lurch forward.

  “Yes…” Her legs were wide apart so she could take me, her ass looking even more beautiful when she was so open for me.

  I clenched my jaw and suppressed my moan, knowing if I enjoyed it too much, I would come sooner than I wanted. I kept my grip on her hair so her body would remain still as I shoved my entire package inside her, sliding through her tightness and making her moan. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

  “Yes…yes.”

  My ass tightened with every thrust I made, shoving my big dick inside her and getting soaked in her juice. Her pussy was so wet, so indescribable. I’d fucked a lot of pussy, but nothing like this. Her little asshole stared back at me, gorgeous like the rest of her. I had this beautiful woman underneath me, someone who wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I was the only man she wanted to give herself to, the only one who was worthy of this stunning sight.

  Finally, she came. Screaming toward the ceiling and bucking her hips wildly, she had a climax all woman would envy. She clawed at the sheets and thrust her body back toward me so she could get all of my dick over and over. “Griffin…”

  Hearing my name from her lips spurred me on, and I pounded into her harder, my cock piercing her relentlessly.

  It made her climax last a little longer, made it a little better.

  When she finished, she slowed down and caught her breath, the satisfaction deepening in her veins.

  Now it was my turn.

  I released her hair and gripped the back of her neck. I forced her cheek to the mattress, pinning her down so her ass was higher in the air. I shifted myself closer to her, getting my cock deep inside her, and then I fucked her pussy mercilessly. “Hands behind your back.”

  She locked her hands together and rested them against her back, her thighs spread wide for me.

  I squeezed her throat as I kept her pinned down. I took her pussy without protest, dominating her completely because she was mine to do with whatever I pleased. Sometimes, I wanted to make love to her. And sometimes, I wanted to fuck her like this, fuck her so hard that she would see stars.

  I came inside her with a deep moan, dumping all of my come inside that perfect little slit. I gave her everything I had, the white come building up along the outside of her cunt. I loved looking at it, loved seeing the white color contrast against her dark skin. I slowly pulled out and wiped the head of my dick on her asshole, getting some more of my come there.

  Vanessa lowered herself to the bed, staying on her stomach as my come leaked out of her. She closed her eyes and caught her breath, her fingers resting on the sheets.

  I got off her and pulled my bottoms back on. “I’ll make breakfast.”

  “Save me some.”

  “You aren’t going to eat with me?”

  She kept her eyes closed. “I’m going back to bed…”

  She looked at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair. She wore a short black cocktail dress with heels, and her black hair was pulled back in an elegant updo. She put diamond earrings in her lobes then placed a white gold bracelet on her wrist. The eye shadow came next, a green color, accented by thick black lashes and eyeliner.

  I watched her in the reflection of the mirror, enjoying these rare moments where I could study her without her noticing. I saw her candid expressions, the way she examined herself objectively without even understanding just how perfectly beautiful she was. From her bright green eyes to her dark skin, she was so perfect she didn’t seem real. She didn’t need makeup in the first place, but when she put it on, she looked absolutely stunning.

  I stood with my hands in the pockets of my black jeans. I wore a black t-shirt with my leather jacket on top, choosing to wear black because it was the predominant color in my wardrobe. The cold didn’t bother me, so I probably didn’t need a jacket at all.

  It was for her.

  She always got cold but never bothered to bring a jacket, assuming my body was enough to keep her warm.

  When she finished, she finally spotted my stare in the mirror. “How long have you been standing there?”

  “Not long enough.”

  She put her makeup away in the drawer, making herself at home at my place. Now she wasn’t just stuck there to keep her family safe. She shared my life with me, so she inhabited my place like it was her own.

  I liked it.

  I liked seeing her blow-dryer on my counter and her favorite cereal in my cabinet. I liked seeing her shoes by the front door. “Are you ready?”

  “Yeah.” She walked up to me, her heels tapping against the tile floor. “You look handsome.” Her hand ran up my chest in the opening of my jacket, and she rose slightly on her tiptoes to kiss me on the mouth.

  “And you look so sexy I’m thinking about making you change.”

  She smiled playfully. “Never gonna happen.”

  “Then I’ll just have to break a bunch of necks tonight.”

  “Nothing you can’t handle, right?” She walked back into the bedroom and grabbed her clutch that was sitting on the bed.

  I came
up behind her, still a foot taller than her even when she wore heels. I knew one of the reasons she was attracted to me was because of my strength. When she was with me, she felt untouchable. She’d grown up in the presence of strong and fearless men, so naturally, that was the kind of man she wanted.

  Since I was the most powerful man in the world, it wasn’t surprising that I was the man she loved.

  The only man she’d ever loved.

  My hands moved to her hips, and I pressed my lips to her ear. “I can’t wait to take this dress off…” I kissed the shell of her ear and pressed the outline of my dick against her back. “And this thong.” My fingers moved over her bare ass underneath the dress and felt the lace of her thong. “You’re gonna sit on my lap and take my fat dick nice and slow. You’re going to look me in the eye and please me until I give you permission to come. And you’ll only come when I say so.” I pulled my fingers away from her panties then pulled her dress back down over her ass. I listened to her breathing quicken as my words made their way right between her legs. “You understand me?” I spoke directly against her ear, my cock hard against my fly.

  She swallowed, her throat shifting with the moment. “Yeah…”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I arched my neck down and kissed her on the mouth. “Good.”

  We sat in a booth in the corner, the lights low and drinks across the table. We ordered a few appetizers to snack on, but we focused most of our attention on ordering more rounds of booze. I drank scotch, like always.

  Vanessa had a glass of wine.

  Shane grabbed a handful of chips before he dropped them on his plate. He was the only member of the group who was married, and his black wedding ring sat on his left hand. He wore it everywhere he went—except when he was on the job. “Vanessa, I don’t mean to sound rude, but what the hell do you see in this guy?”

  “I keep wondering the same thing.” Theron sat on the other side of him, grinning at me because he enjoyed pissing me off. “You’ve got a beautiful woman with a killer smile, and then you’ve got Bones…who looks like a gargoyle.”

  Max was about to drink from his beer but stopped himself because a laugh escaped his throat. “Shit, he does look like a gargoyle.”