I shifted to my elbows and pouted. We weren’t going to have sex again? But…he put his fingers in me and now I was horny. I wanted more sex!
“Why?”
“We’re going out. I wanna show you off tonight.”
I sat upright, gawking. “I…can’t go out like this. I have to go home and get clothes.”
He retrieved his cigarette and inhaled, blowing the smoke out while saying, “Okay. Let’s go.”
Sighing loudly, I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress and gathered my jeans and tee shirt. I did not understand this man, at all. He confused me, he infuriated me…he exhilarated and satisfied me.
Would I continue fucking Milo without the money? Hell yes, but I wasn’t a fool. I would keep taking the payments for my time. So, what if it made me a prostitute? I could turn a blind eye for twenty thousand dollars a month.
Chapter 13
Chastity Monroe
After crashing our way through the entrance of my apartment in the living room, we had stumbled down the hallway, kissing, groping, moaning, rubbing, making a mess all the way to my bedroom. Books knocked to the floor, knickknacks toppled over, clothes scattered about, we were a tornado of lust and energy, and nothing doused it until he threw me against the wall, hiked my dress, and fucked me without mercy in a burst of adrenaline that had us both screaming in a matter of minutes.
Before my orgasm had even receded, his fist was in my hair, yanking my face off the wall, and shoving it to the mattress. Our bodies still joined, he had fucked me again, slapping my ass almost as much as our hips crashed together.
My knees had given out and we both went to the floor, but he never missed a beat. Pinning me on the worn out carpet, he had taken me in a violent frenzy, scaring me when I burst with a release that had me shrieking in a tone I didn’t even recognize.
The rest of the evening had been a blur, my soul leaving my body after that. Somewhere along the lines, we’d managed to make it into my bed and that’s all I knew. We were somewhat leaning on the headboard, my back on his chest, his arms around me, our feet tangled together. The air conditioner clicked on, cooling the sweat covering our skin, our breathing finally regulating as my soul floated back to earth.
“Holy…shit…” he wheezed, kissing my ear.
“What…the hell…was that?”
“You’re lucky I didn’t fuck you on that goddamn dancefloor. Jesus, Chazzy, how the hell have you managed to stay a virgin this long when you can dance like that? I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off you, all night.”
I giggled, getting high off the compliments that never seemed to stop. He made it difficult to hang on to my resentment. “You liked it when I shook my ass?”
He groaned, nuzzling my ear. “I like it better when I shake your ass from fucking you so hard.”
“Mm.” My cheeks were hurting from smiling so much tonight. I had genuinely had a good time with Milo. Craning my neck to peek back at him, I breathed, “I like that, too.”
“Dammit, you’re going to just have to chill the hell out, woman,” he snickered. “I already know that look and my dick is out of commission for the rest of the night.”
Clucking my teeth, my bottom lip puckered. “Really?”
Snorting, he leaned away. “Girl, after this morning, then fooling around this afternoon, all that dancing and then tonight? Give me a fucking break!”
Rolling over to face him, I petted his cheek, draping a leg over his hip. “Your fingers too tired, too?”
His lids rounded and then lowered, a throaty groan rumbling his chest. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Opening my mouth to respond, I was cut off when there was a loud bang from next door. A second later, my neighbors were screaming at one another, throwing and breaking things in their rage.
Milo tipped his head to stare at the wall above my headboard. “Jesus, it’s like they’re made of paper. I can hear every word.”
“Yup,” I sighed. “This is a regular thing between them. They argue more than anything.”
He folded an arm beneath his head, dropping his focus back to my face. “How long have you lived here?”
“About five years.”
“It doesn’t seem very safe, Chazzy.”