Barun
If I could kick myself, I’d do it this very second. Closing the door after me, I leaned my head against the wall next to Katy’s room, willing my heart rate and my dick to go down. I only had to look at Katy, inhale her sweet scent, and I was a goner.
Seeing the genuine hurt and agony in her eyes had killed me. Thanks to her fucking brothers, I couldn’t open up about the threat she’d received. No amount of reasoning worked with them. They didn’t want her to worry and were adamant she should know nothing about the specific threats that had come via email. My cyber expert was trying to trace the origin, but we couldn’t crack the source. Not yet.
Damn it all to hell. I hit my head against the wall in frustration. This past month, I’d held on to my control through the day, taking utmost care not to cross any boundaries. Until I stepped into my temporary room, right next to hers. Only then did I let all my filthy fantasies take shape. Every night, in the shower and in my bed, I jerked off to the image of my sweet girl giving herself to me.
Katy had grown into a breathtaking woman, full of life and vitality. Her heart was huge, filled with love for her brothers and their women. Even Gio, who was usually a grump, had a soft spot for her. Whenever she spoke about how she wanted to help women find themselves, I listened from afar, my heart expanding with pride. The scared girl I knew had morphed into this brave, beautiful woman, inside out.
And that curvy body. Christ! Seeing her walk around in her nightgown had been the purest form of torture. One small touch was all it took for her body to open up to me. Fuck! I’d give my right arm to make her mine. To experience her sensuality. But even I knew it was stupid on my part to want a mafia princess. Especially one as special and pure as Katy.
Yet it didn’t stop me from imagining taking her, corrupting her innocence in the most delicious ways. Thoughts of her filled my mind until I fell into an exhausted sleep. Even then, there were several nights I’d dreamed about Katy. I prayed we neutralized the threat before my control snapped. God knows, this cycle of wanting her and fantasizing about her repeated itself every single day until I lived and breathed Katy Falcone.
Now, needing to do something… anything, I asked one of the Falcone men to stand by outside Katy’s room while I walked away to call my partner. Work, I hoped, would save me from this fatal attraction.
Fifteen minutes later, I realized nothing would save me from Katy. Not when she tested my limits. Apparently, today was going to be ‘Yoga Day’, and I knew I was well and truly fucked.
Grunting my response, I pulled on a jacket over my t-shirt. Five minutes later, we were in the gym, alone, with soft and sensual music playing from Katy’s phone. She had conveniently decidedto work out in black leggings and a black sports bra. Seeing her curves moulded in this gear, my knees trembled.
Fuck me! Gritting my teeth, I briefly wondered if this was payback for the sins I’d committed. Did she realize she was playing with fire? Ready to smash something in frustration, I walked behind her instead. Watching her hips sway sensuously, I wondered how it would feel to deliver a spanking. Would she be a good girl and take it?
I watched helplessly as she stretched with a grace that left me salivating. Her bends and moves were in perfect sync with the soft music, each blending to create a wave of synchronous dance. When she bent down to get into the downward dog pose, I had to physically move away to keep my hands off of her.
Was she doing this deliberately? Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her moving into the warrior pose before she began the sun salutation poses. At the corner of the vast space, I sat on the couch, giving myself the luxury of looking at Katy with no restrictions. My eyes leisurely skimmed her from her head to toe, reveling in her curves and dips. I stored every single second of this sensuous show for later, when I was alone in my room with my hand for company.
Shifting to ease the pain in my crotch, I bit back a groan when she went on all fours. Pinching my nose, I closed my eyes, praying for some relief. My dick was straining against my sweatpants and couldn’t handle this any longer. I was too old to embarrass myself like a teenage boy. God! How did she reduce me to this?
“Barun?”
At her pained whimper, I looked up immediately. “What happened?” Did my voice sound funny and strangled? Well, given the circumstances, it was a miracle I was responding with control. I was by her side in seconds, realizing she was in pain.
“Can you help me stretch my hamstrings? I think I’ve pulled a muscle.” She grimaced, clearly hurting.
My cheek twitched as I nodded. Hamstring stretch? What the hell! Looking up for a second, I mentally asked why I was being tortured like this. Wanting to ease her pain first, I helped her to lie on her back before proceeding to help her.
Stepping close to her body, I knelt between her legs, slowly raising the painful leg to my shoulder. Immediately, Katy closed her eyes and groaned softly. My manhood hardened further in response even as I told myself she was in fucking pain. Ignoring my racing heart and raging wood, I helped her stretch her hamstring gently, observing her face for any sign of pain.
After a few minutes of stretching, when she let out a quiet sigh, I lowered her leg slowly. Katy breathed deeply before opening her eyes, her gaze clear and guileless. A lone drop of sweat moved from her neck to her chest, traveling over her cleavage before disappearing beneath her bra.
Mouth dry, I traced the path of the drop with my eyes, desperately wishing I could follow it with my mouth. Placing my hands beside her head, I watched the rise and fall of her chest, noticing her nipples peak beneath the fabric at my stare.
“Barun.” When she called out my name in that breathy tone, it did something to my insides. Her voice was a siren call, beckoning me to take her.
Fuck! What the hell was I thinking?Before I could move away, Katy pulled me to her, moving her arms around my neck. My jaw ached with tension when she shifted, causing my length to brush against her center.
“Oh!” Her mouth parted in surprise, in tandem with her widening eyes.
Clenching my teeth, I stopped myself from moving against her. A feat that wouldn’t have been possible if not for my rigorous, military-like training. “Princess, please…” I begged her to let me go.
Biting her lip, she seemed uncertain all of a sudden, making me aware of her possible inexperience. Thankfully, before things could escalate, a noise broke us apart. I sprang up just in time to see Gio enter the gym, his face painted with worry.
“Boss wants to meet you in the study right away.”
Instinctively, I knew it was something to do with the stalker. Immediately, I removed my jacket and held it to her. “Wear this, Princess. Don’t go around the house dressed like that.” I didn’t realize I sounded like a possessive lover until Gio threw me a sharp glance.Shit!
Without saying another word, I nodded at Katy before walking to where Gio stood. Sensing Katy’s worry and knowing I couldn’t do anything to reassure her at the moment, I felt frustration bubble up, my unsatisfied desire added to the fuel. I briefly wondered if there was someone I could torture or kill today to ease my pain.
As Gio and I hurried through the long corridors, I asked the one thing that mattered. “Did the stalker make his next move?”
