“Oh! Oh, fuck!” I cry out. He grasps me firmly against him to keep my knees from buckling. His cheek is against mine, propping my head against his shoulder.
“Look atyou, pretty girl,” he husks out. “Do you like seeing my fingers in your cunt? Does it make you want to come?”
Dear God, it does…so badly! I jerk convulsively against him, and he drops his other hand to pinch at my clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. When I come, it’s just as he says; I drench his palm with my wetness. I can see it trickling between his fingers. But I don’t get a chance to see much more before he’s shoving me forward in front of him. My chest hits the dressing table as he grabs me by the hips and unceremoniously thrusts his cock into my still clenching pussy.
“Fuck!” he grinds out. The sound of his voice mingles with my own hoarse cry. The throes of my orgasm haven’t yet faded, and my inner muscles clasp and spasm around his huge girth. He puts his fingers over my lips, and I suck them into my mouth, surprised by the sweetness there. My head is forced back by his hand as he makes me watch our feverish coupling.
All I can think of are those eyes pinning me as relentlessly as the cock that’s within me. How is it that he’s the one inside me, yet I feel engulfed? I splay my thighs wide, trying not to let my knees sink as he pounds into me. Thankfully, he’s still holding my hip firmly because I seem to have little control over my muscles. Another wave is washing over me, and I wail with the pleasure of it.
“Fuck!” he says again. “Yes…come! Jesus, your cunt is like a vise.” He’s hunched over my back, still not taking his eyes off me as I writhe beneath him. And then he yanks his cock out of me and starts fisting it.
“Please!” I sob out. Even without him in me, my muscles are spasming into the start of yet another orgasm. He spurts over my back, his cruel, beautiful face twisted in pleasure. And then he lifts and smears the stickiness into my skin. Marking me.
He stands and straightens his trousers, with me still collapsed onto the table in front of him.
“I want you on contraception,” he says, and I wonder how he knows that I’m not. “Next time, I’m filling that sweet cunt with cum.”
He turns and walks out. My legs finally give out, and as the door clicks shut behind him, I’m left kneeling naked on the floor.
My flesh is still tingling. My mind reeling.
It’s only the first night, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
Chapter 5
Dario Caraldi
It’s been a busy day. There’s been a wage dispute among the kitchen staff at the hotel. After hours of negotiation, I’ve finally lost patience. If I had my way, I’d be busting kneecaps. But I don’t work like that.
Not anymore.
“Deal with it,” I snap at Mateo as I leave yet another meeting, anticipating more to come.
“On it,” he says curtly. I’m probably unloading too much on him, but that’s why he earns the big bucks. Besides, he’s probably better able to handle this than I am now.
I’m edgy. The next fucker who gets in my face is going to get a mouthful of knuckles. I’ve been itching to get back home almost since I got into the office. That’s not like me. I love what I do. This empire I’ve built is what makes my blood pump in my veins. The only thing I love more is my son.
Yet now I want to get out of here. Back to him, of course, but back tohertoo.
The solution had seemed so elegant when I’d thought of it after those first heated moments in the storeroom. With Ana leaving me in the lurch, I needed someone to take over from her. And Dani was clearly taken with Nikki when we’d encountered her in the pediatric wing. What better candidate to take care of him, then? And if there are fringe benefits for me, so much the better.
I feel my balls tighten as I think about her. About how sweet she’d been last night. The wet heat of her, how pliant she’d been…
“Boss?” It’s Mateo, his expression quizzical.
“I’m getting out of here,” I say. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“But what about training?” he asks. He and Raoul never miss our grappling session. It’s our ritual. And I’m the one who set it in stone.
“You and Raoul can go one-on-one,” I say. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment further. I’m sure he wants to push for details, but I don’t give a fuck.
When I get home, the sun is still bright. It’s a beautiful late afternoon, and I can hear voices drifting in from the pool area. I drop my jacket over a table in the hallway and walk silently to the door that overlooks the pool. I lean against the doorjamb, cross my arms over my chest, and watch the scene unfolding before me.
Dani is racing around the pool, leaping in at odd intervals that seem designed to keep Nikki Love confused. She appears to have her eyes closed and is randomly calling out “Marco” whenever there’s a quiet moment. Then Dani slips into the pool, yells “Polo,” clambers quietly out and tiptoes around. Until he dive-bombs her again. My kid’s a tricky player. It makes me grin.
My grin turns into something else when Nikki calls an end to the game and wades toward the pool steps. She wrings out her thick golden waves and rises from the water like an emerging Venus. Her swimsuit is a simple black one-piece, but it molds her lush curves in a way that is pure poetry. As she steps onto the paving surrounding the pool, I move out from my place at the door. Dani spots me at once and launches himself in my direction.
“Papá!” he yells. “You’re home early. Are you coming to swim with us?”
