Lick them,he’d order me.Get them wet so I can put them inside of you.
My tongue would roll around Gaven’s fingers, between them. I’d soak him with my mouth, only for him to pull out and sink down to his knees before me.
Despite the haze of my imagination as it took over my mind, I continued my own movements—fingers practically flying over my clit as I reached for that pleasure again. Gaven’s head would disappear between my thighs as he lifted one leg and hung it over his muscular shoulder.
Those fingers that had been in my mouth would slip towards my pussy, spearing into me and then scissoring apart, stretching me open. He’d bat my hand out of the way and dip his head closer until his wicked tongue came out and licked at my pussy. I could picture it now. The way his tongue would flick out and run right up one side of my pussy and then the other, collecting my juices before it slid its attention to the opposite side. He’d make me wait. Cruel man that he was. He would keep me on the edge of release for as long as he desired.
In real-time, I could feel myself getting closer. My body tightened all over. My muscles contracted and released with my movements. I wanted to feel him deeper. As filthy and wrongas it was, I wanted more than just his fingers. He was right. I wanted him to fuck me.
My mouth opened on a fresh moan as it was pulled from me by my own imagination. My fingers moved down and into my cunt, shoving inside just as he had. I couldn’t reach as deep though. Gaven’s fingers had been far better than my own, thicker, more experienced, as if he knew exactly where my buttons were.
Little puffs of air escaped me as I groaned and shuddered under the water’s downpour. The Gaven of my imagination finally sealed his mouth over my clit. He sucked it between his lips and the pulse of his tongue as it flicked the sensitive little bean would skyrocket me into the first orgasm of many.
Ripping one hand from my pussy, I pressed my knuckles into my lips, and shoved them past until my teeth stabbed into my flesh. My thighs trembled as a great pulse sent my mind into a fog. I cried out, twisting against the tile as I came on my own fingers. A gush of wetness slipped from me, further tracking down my inner thighs. I sobbed against my fist as I rode the wave of my release for several more seconds. Once it finally abated, I found that my skin was littered with goosebumps and I was shivering from the cold. I reached for the shower handles and twisted them back to release the hot water once more and sunk to the floor. My legs came up to my chest and I wrapped my arms around them as water soaked into my hair.
“Gaven Belmonte…” His name echoed into the cold, lonely bathroom. I touched my fingers to my lips. “Angel … Price. Angel Belmonte.” I shook my head. No. If Gaven married me, then I wouldn’t become a Belmonte,hewould become a Price. Gaven Price.
If he were to join the Price Family, would that mean he’d take my name or would I take his?
Whatever the case, knowing that soon there would be other forms of ownership from the man known as Gaven Belmonte left me with a lingering sense of loss and … hunger.
It couldn’t be worth it. I couldn’t give up everything I’d ever wanted for a man like Gaven Belmonte, but I’d be damned if I didn’t say he made it difficult to say no.
Chapter 7
Gaven
Ihad never been a good man, nor had I ever been inclined to try to be. I liked the power I held over people’s lives, and my dinner with Angel had only proven that I was going to like it even more with my wife. She was more innocent than I’d expected, still feisty and fiery despite the fact. When the word “inexperienced” had come out of her mouth, I’d acknowledged two things: One, she was strangely more outspoken than I think even she realized, and two, when I planned to spread her legs on our wedding night and sank into that tight pussy of hers, it would be utter torture to not come immediately. If I were a betting man, I’d bet my entire life and all of the money I’d acquired throughout it on the fact that she was a virgin.
At the thought of our previous conversation, my thoughts drifted to ourdate. Dinner the night before had gone well, or at least I thought so. Angel had taken over every thought, every waking moment, as soon as she’d been offered to me. The girl she had once been seven years ago had turned into a woman. I wondered if she remembered the request she’d made, spoken with such conviction—to have me kill the one who’d stolen her mother from her. Did she remember me as the man who’d savedher then? Or had it been so fleeting in her childhood memory that I was entirely new to her now?
I certainly didn’t think of Evangeline Price as a child anymore. Our little bet and that kiss had been followed by my fingers in her cunt. If that didn’t prove my acknowledgment of the woman she had become in the last few years, nothing would. That small taste of her only made my desire for more grow. Once I had her fully under my control, my ring on her finger, my seed in her belly, she would be the perfect wife. Perhaps even … the perfect submissive.
The thought reminded me that there were other things she had yet to know about me. How funny it was that one simple kiss and just feeling her orgasm around my fingers made me want so much more. Cravings that made me ache. To feel her soft curves under my hands, to hear the sounds that she would make as I fucked her, to watch her come, not just on my fingers, but all over my cock as well.
Soon, she would be mine to own. Mine to corrupt. And I knew as I molded her with my wicked ways, I’d get to watch her fall from her innocence until she wasexactlywhat I wanted her to be. The thought was enticing, and I had to force myself to not seek her out and taste even more of her.
Thankfully, the echoing sound of my shoes on the mahogany floor of the Price mansion grounded me. The rhythmic noise bounced off the lavish decor and empty space, accompanying my thoughts. But as I turned the corner, hushed whispers sobered me. My senses sharpened, focusing on the private conversation only a small ways down the hall.
I found myself slowing to a stop as I listened to low laughter accompanying two male voices.
Raff’s men, of course, but while I had trusted Raff with his deal, his men were another matter. They weren’t yet mine, and to them, I was a stranger coming in to take over. There were, nodoubt, quite a few of them that were hesitant and suspicious of my arrival, even if they weren’t willing to say as much to my face.
“Raff’s gone and done it now,” one voice said. “Calling in a hired killer? He’s a lone man. Men like him are always out for themselves. Raff must finally be losing it.”
“Quiet,” Another, deeper voice replied. “Be mindful of where you are.” At least one of them had something other than shit for brains. His associate, however, didn’t heed the warning.
“I’m just saying,” the first man replied. “I doubt the other families are going to take this well. Raff should’ve chosen one of them to marry his daughter. Bringing in an American?” He paused, and I could just imagine the man shaking his head in mock shame. “It’s not going to go as smoothly as Raff is hoping.”
“What Raff does with the family is his business, Giuseppe,” the second man replied, finally giving a name to the first. “Now, move. We’re meeting the others outside for shift change.”
“Fuck, Matteo,” Giuseppe muttered. “Lighten up—you know I’m right. If Raff isn’t careful, then…”
Whatever Giuseppe had been about to say was quickly cut off as the sound of a door closing reached my ears. The conversation had been insightful, at the very least.Some of Raff’s men were not happy about having me on board, while others were obviously quietly biding their time and waiting. Either for me to prove myself or for something else—only time would tell.
“Oh, Gaven!” a sickly sweet voice called out, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned as Raff’s eldest daughter hurried up the hall toward me.
