“The boss, that’s who.” Seeing my blank expression, he notes my confusion and thankfully, spares me from having to extract answers like I’m pulling teeth. “You seriously didn’t think he picked up your tab out of the kindness of his own heart, did you?”
“Wait, the boss? How would he know where Nes and I were going to go out tonight?”
Frustration takes over his face as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. His knuckles begin to turn white from his firm grasp as he directs his angry eyes ahead.
“Jesus Christ, Sienna, I hope you have your shit together tomorrow more than you do right now.”
I take my hand off the car window and cross my arms, deep in thought.
“Goodnight,” he says as he brings the car window up and drives off into the still lively city streets.
I walk to meet Nessa, who is still waiting for me in the lobby. She’s on the phone with from the sounds of it is Miles from The Sandy Claws.
We head into the elevator and once it reaches our floor, I grab the keys out of Nessa’s hand and lead the way as she continues to talk on the phone. I unlock the door, leaving it a crack open for Nessa, who is taking her time walking down the hallway to let herself in. I put the apartment keys in a glass bowl on the entry table and head straight for my room. As I shut the door, I lock it behind me.
Anger, confusion, and booze all mix in my system, leaving me drained. But as I slip off my heels and begin to take off my dress, I feel the lingering warmth from earlier in the bar. When I saw him. Whoever he is.
I let my dress drop to the floor as I stand there in front of the mirror by the closet. The bare windows reveal a bright night, lit from the apartment buildings and streetlights that surround where I stand. The outer glow reflects against the mirror, highlighting my now almost naked body.
Arousal takes over as I slowly run both my hands to the lace sides of my thong, bringing the lace down my thighs. The lower I bring the lace, the more I feel my clit begin to throb. I drop the smooth fabric, letting it fall to my ankles, and with one hand, retrieve it swooping it up and tossing it across the room.
Now completely naked, I can’t ignore the way the city lights shine against my now glistening center. I lay back on the bed, spreading my thighs apart as I inch my hand closer to my clit. I dip my hand deeper into my wetness as I settle into the pillows, allowing myself to release the arousal that has been building within me.
With each motion I make to please myself, it is not my hand I envision but his. The charming Devil whose ink-drenched hands I wish were here on my swollen warmth, eager to relieve me of the aching desire he has left me with.
I close my eyes, imagining his dark irises consuming my soul as he devours my body in the process. The more I think about him ravishing my every curve, the closer I am to release.
Moving my hand faster and deeper into my needy center, I lift my hips up, trying to brace myself for the euphoria that is about to take over my body. I let out a muffled moan as my whole body begins to quiver. My pulsing release leaves my body tingling.
As I lift the covers over my naked skin, I can’t help but indulge my mind as I think back to the way his eyes felt like they were searing into me. His piercing stare felt ominous, like a flare warning of impending danger that lay ahead. Even with my eyes closed as I lay in bed alone, I feel hypnotized by the mark he has left on my subconscious with his memorable stoicism. His gaze haunts me as much as it has suddenly unearthed something deep inside of me that wants to come out and play.
Chapter14
Carmine
“Son, we have a bit of a dilemma on our hands,” my father says in an irritating, nonchalant tone. The fact that he can display such composure, while briefing me of a supposed dilemma on the eve of our Halloween Gala, is absolutely maddening.
“Care to elaborate, or are we going to keep pussyfooting around the issue?”
My father takes a step toward me, as if that has any ability to intimidate me. He is incapable of striking any emotion in me other than pure disdain. I, too, step forward, meeting his stern eyes with mine. Except, I tower over him, which I know intimidates him as he looks down to his scuffed-up shoes.
He clears his throat before looking up to respond to me. “First of all, don’t you fucking forget who brought you into this world, boy, you hear me?”
Ah, don’t remind me.
“Again, Father, the fucking point.” I gesture with my hands for him to go on with whatever was so important that he had to disrupt my evening. Granted, a part of me is grateful for the escape route. It’s not that I didn’t want to stay longer at The Sandy Claws in the presence of my ink-stitched goddess. Though, if I stayed any longer, it could have made for a disastrous meeting tomorrow morning at Marked Inc.
Even in the few minutes I was in her presence, I began to feel all semblance of self-control leave my body. And if it wasn’t for her friend, Vanessa, pressing me with her questions, I would have swooped her up and taken her to the back office to spread her luscious thighs open and eat her for dessert.
Fuck, I feel the blood rush to my member just fucking thinking about it.
Lost in my hedonistic thoughts, I snap out of it as I hear my father’s sadistic cackle echo in my eardrums as he turns to one of his henchmen.
“This kid, always out in fucking la la land,” he sneers, snapping his fingers in my face. My jaw tenses, as I swallow my pride so I can get whatever information my father has when, really, all I want to do is bash his head into the brick wall his fucking minions are standing in front of.
“The problem, Armando,” I remind him. “Fucking get to it.”
He calms down from his obnoxious chuckling, choking on his saliva, causing him to hack.
