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Chapter Four
I took a sip of whiskey as I brooded in my booth in the VIP section of my club, The Lounge. It was where I conducted business in the evenings, where I socialized with other men like me, and where I picked up women when I needed to scratch an itch. One perk of opening this club in my neighborhood was its proximity to the college campus of Fordham University. Downstairs was usually full of college students.
My eyes lazily glossed over my empire, pausing at each cluster of customers lounging on black and red velvet chaise lounges and low couches that surrounded low cocktail tables. Trying to maintain an air of classiness, a series of large black crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. I scanned the row of scantily dressed women sitting at the bar, advertising their availability to men like me. Blonde, brunette, my eyes squinted, purple, and blonde again. This was where women looking for a hookup or more sat. For me, it never went beyond a hookup. I had too much on my mind to spend more than a night with the same woman.
My business meeting had concluded, but the slew of women hadn’t yet noticed the vacated spot beside me. When they did, a little catfight might ensue before a couple of them made their way to my booth. There were rules to hooking up with me. For one, I never gave out my number, and if by some unfortunate misstep, they did get access to it and dared send me a text, I made sure they regretted the violation. If I happened to have the same woman more than once over the years, it was just that. Happenstance. I was a busy man; I might have repeats, but never on purpose.
Almost a week had passed since I saw Nina, but thoughts of her never drifted far from my mind. Goddamn, it had been a mistake to touch her. A few touches, a few kisses, and I was going half mad with lust. That woman was something else. Her full, warm tits had filled the palms of my hands just right. Her beautifully stiff nipple rolling between my fingers was a teenager’s wet dream. And the way she tasted? Like jasmine, vanilla, and fucking. Hard as a steel pipe, I’d let her hands rove over me. What a pity it was such a brief taste.
It was almost too much to stop, but I’d forced myself before it went too far. There was no denying it was a struggle, but I had little choice in the matter. With three egotistical brothers, Tasa was the lone girl in the family. Nina was more than a best friend; she was like a sister. Tasa had been my father’s favorite, and Nina was possibly the most solid relationship Tasa had since his death. I couldn’t tear their friendship apart and deprive my sister when she’d need it most, once I dragged her back home.
Nina was almost too much to take in. I’d noticed her since she was in her late teens. Long dark hair cascading down in waves like a waterfall. Large doe eyes the color of tempered chocolate. She was as sweet and delicious as the chocolate Bunica used to make for cakes when we were children. She tasted like home.
I’d known the girl most of my life, so I knew how loyal she was to her family. To Tasa. And there was the rub. I’d wanted her for a long fucking time, but I’d never touched her, even after she caught me fucking that girl in the mouth all those years ago. One time alone with her, and my infamous control collapsed. I wanted to dive into her like one dove into the refreshing waves of the ocean on a hot summer day. She was an oasis for my soul, that woman. Soothing and yet stimulating in all the right ways.
But Tasa was coming back, whether she liked it or not. Knowing my sister, she’d need all the emotional support she could get. After Tata’s death, Nina helped Tasa through her grief, and she’d be there for her again. I couldn’t pull the rug out from under Tasa by snatching away her closest confidante. The way she’d see it, I shut down her joyride and then poached her friend. I could practically hear her sarcastic tone demanding, “Of all the women in the world, you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You just had to take Nina!”
I adjusted the gold cuff links on my sleeves and took hold of the glass of whiskey. My grip tightened around the glass when, speak of the devil, Nina stepped past the velvet rope my bouncer graciously lifted for her. What the hell is she doing here? Christ, she was crafted by the gods for the sole purpose of tempting me.
She was wearing a red dress that left little to the imagination, especially around her tits, and my teeth audibly clanged together. When she turned slightly, I saw her slinky red dress was backless. Backless. Leaving her beautiful porcelain skin gleaming under the brighter lights by the entrance. The possessive brute inside me wanted to rip off my tailored jacket and throw it over her shoulders to hide what was mine.
Mine.
Fuck, that word should not pass through my head when it came to her.
Even her lips were painted red. She rarely wore makeup, so it was noticeable from my seat, halfway across the room. Knowing those red lips were near, my cock stirred. Hell, they were made to wrap around my cock and leave a ring of red around the base.
I broke my death stare on her because what the hell was she doing, waltzing into my club dressed like that? Was she trying to attract other men? Abruptly, I noticed a man’s hand settle possessively right above the curve of her luscious ass. My teeth ground down so hard I was surprised my jaw didn’t snap from the pressure. I was sure to crack the whiskey glass I was holding. What in the actual fuck?
My youngest brother, Nicu, leaned toward me and said, “Two o’clock.”
“Yeah, I see.”
“You see, and you’re not happy,” he observed.
“Thank you, Mr. Fucking Obvious,” I gritted out. Nicu was the smartest of us when it came to instincts and street-sense. I was certain he’d long caught on to the fact I had a slight obsession with the little girl next door. The strange man’s hand above her ass reminded me that she was no longer so little.
Since she was sixteen and grew a pair of tits on her that rivaled a porn star, I’d kept my distance. Even though she was jailbait, I couldn’t help spying on her from the office window in my family’s home, which looked directly into her bedroom. I caught her undressing once or twice, and quickly threw the curtains closed before I did something regrettable, like jack off to the sight of my little sister’s best friend.
Those pouty lips weren’t helping my cause, either. Her bottom lip was fuller than her bow-shaped upper lip, teasing and taunting me by its very existence. Speaking of which, her bright-red lips were curling up on the sides, throwing a brilliant smile to the fucker who ushered her to the far end of the room. She took a seat on a low sofa in one of the alcoves and he quickly followed.
Unable to take my eyes off them, I rubbed the stubble along my jawline and swiped at my mouth. I once entertained the idea that I lusted after her because she was off-limits. After all, Tasa would’ve cut my balls off for touching her friend. She was a vicious little thing and loyal to the core—one of the many reasons I adored my little sister, even if she made it her mission in life to make mine a living hell.
The other thing about Nina was that she was almost as shielded as Tasa. They spent so much time together that I knew as much about her as I did about Tasa. Despite Tasa’s little affair with her vocal instructor at The Juilliard School, I knew she was still a virgin. I didn’t even have to threaten her lover. He unequivocally confirmed to me, the day Nicu and I paid him a little visit at the beginning of their affair, that she had no intention of losing her virginity to him. My brother and I made it clear to him that we’d slit his throat if that changed in any way, shape, or form. I had hoped a lover would help her let off steam, but her running off clearly proved it hadn’t done enough.
Tasa was good by design, but Nina was good by nature. She was the epitome of everything sweet and soft. It was one of the reasons I got so hard around her. Although I didn’t think she was a virgin, just the idea of sinking into that tight flesh, the possibility of tearing through the thin but irrevocable barrier, had my teeth on edge. The way she’d looked at me in my office, bashfully peeking out from under her dark eyelashes, got me spurting a little in my pants. Her innocence was devious; it got under my skin like nothing else.
I had been able to stay far away from her, but the first time Tasa was out of the picture I cracked within hours. Yet, I managed to regroup in time and force myself off her.
Then, she had the audacity to walk into my damn club.
Fuck.
My eyes narrowed to slits as I watched Nina and the tall man. He might’ve been wearing a suit, but I knew, better than anyone, that was no guarantee of decency. Unbuttoning his jacket, he had the nerve to place his arm over the back of the couch. I squinted as his fingers lightly played with a few strands that had come undone from her upswept hair. The muscles of my stomach clenched and twisted. While she might not be inexperienced, she’d never had a boyfriend. Unlike Tasa, she didn’t have the duty to remain a virgin hanging over her head.
But what if her pussy was unused? By the way he was pawing at her, given half a chance, he’d rip into that soft, yielding flesh like a fucking animal. The thought tore at my gut. This was why I spent as little time with her as possible. Because I knew what I was. A possessive motherfucker.
Fists balled at my sides, I forced myself to remain still as the tall man loomed over her bombshell of a body and whispered into her ear. Even from this distance, I saw the telltale blush crawl up her throat. A waitress stopped to deposit drinks at their table. Swinging her glossy dark hair over one shoulder, Nina scooped hers up like an inflatable life ring and guzzled half of it down.
