Taking the card from him, I politely smile and find Casper waiting outside.
“What took so long?”
I took a deep breath, “Bathroom had a line.”
Casper wrapped his arm around me, “Let’s go to my place.”
“I’m ready to call it a night,” I replied nervously.
After what I just experienced, I couldn’t sleep with Casper. It felt wrong. The tinged of guilt began to eat at me. I just cheated on my boyfriend. Casper wasn’t even a thought in my mind or a reason to stop me from what I did. He wanted some action for himself tonight; I knew it. He may have played it off that the party didn’t turn him on, but I knew that wasn’t the case. But I didn’t know how I would be able to enjoy anything with him after what I just did.
“I’m guessing we can put these parties on our bucket list as crossed out and done with?”
I nod my head, hiding my disappointment. “Totally.”
As I lay in my bed, the night replayed in my mind. That was the most scandalous thing I’ve ever done, and for the first time, no one was around to reprimand me. It felt exhilarating. Just thinking about the man’s touch had me tingling on the inside. Unable to fall asleep as images replayed in my mind, I reached toward my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator that was tucked away next to a bible my mother gifted to me.
Chapter 2
“Casper!” I giggled as he nibbled on my neck.
“I love the smell of you,” he mumbled into my skin.
We were in the back seat of his car, and the windows were fogged up from our deep and rapid breathing as our mouths never parted while slowly undressing ourselves. After the sex party, my sexual appetite was like no other. I was dying for another explosive orgasm without having to attend a party to get it. So I did the next best thing: I tried to train Casper. At first, he was hesitant but eventually began to get into it. Parked in one of Chicago’s secluded areas overlooking the city skyline, no one would interrupt what I had in store for tonight.
“Don’t leave a mark,” I slap his shoulder.
Casper ignored my plea, and I didn’t do much else to stop him. Lost in our world, a sudden blaze of headlights lights up the inside of the car.
“I think we have company,” Casper tried blocking the light with his hands.
“It’s probably another couple.” I hopped on top of him, and his hands made their way to my thighs as I comfortably straddled him while removing my shirt.
Still blinded by the light, Casper squints, “Why the hell are their brights on?”
“Maybe they want a show.”
With a smirk, “I guess another one of your fantasies will be coming true.”
Smiling at the opportunity, the thrill alone was enough to get me off. Quickly removing his shirt, our lips locked once again as I felt his hands trying to undo my bra. We’ve done this so many times you’d think he would have that part down by now, but he still seemed to struggle with it. Reaching behind me to remove it myself, our mouths never separated. As his erection grew through his pants, we both smiled through our kiss, knowing we would both leave satisfied. However, that quickly changed once we heard glass shattering around us. Startled by the sudden attack, I screamed while Casper froze in shock.
It happened so fast. The windshield's smooth glass was shattered into a million cracks. Before we could process what was going on, the driver and passenger windows were busted open. A hand reached into the driver's side and unlocked the doors. The backseat doors opened, and hands reached into the car from both sides—one pair pulling me out on one side while the other pulled Casper to the other. Terrified was an understatement; I was shaking uncontrollably. Once pulled out of the car, I was immediately covered with a jacket.
“Get off of me!” I shouted as I kicked and wailed my arms around.
I was tossed over the person’s shoulders and carried to the other side of the car. Placed back on my feet, I make contact with a pair of dark and angry-looking eyes, instantly sending me into pure panic. I knew this was bad, and there was no getting out of this in peace.
This is how everyone felt when being around Chicago’s leader: the man, the legend, the owner of this city—my brother, the one and only Luca DeCarlo.
Although my brother was always kind to me, in this moment, I never feared my brother the way I did now. He stood there unphased by one of his goons punching and kicking Casper.
“Please. Stop. Please.” I was begging as I stepped forward.
“Make sure to break a rib,” Luca says to the one kicking Casper as he looks at me.
“Don’t hurt him,” I plead at the sound of Casper whimpering in pain as he was kicked repeatedly in the ribs.
At the sound of a cracked rib, I took a step forward but was being held back by arms that wrapped around me, which only caused me to fight against it.
