Arthur
In the light of the morning, with the rays of the sun streaming through her bedroom window, her beauty was ethereal. The white silk sheets draped loosely over her curvaceous form made her look like a goddess. I traced her outline and stopped at the curve of her ass. Gaia was perfection. I’d been made to believe it was an illusion, unattainable, but lying beside me was the perfect woman. She was everything I didn’t deserve. She was everything a good man did. I was not a good man. I was evil. I was born a killer. I’d killed in hate, in rage and even in love.
When I left my meeting and found the dining room empty last night, I’d swiped the food off the table and stormed upstairs intending to teach Gaia a lesson. But when I saw her lying on her bed in that sexy but simple attire, I lost my inhibitions. I wanted to take her, I wanted to punish her, I wanted to.”
Looking at her now, all I wanted to do was protect her. From her father, from this dark world we live in, but especially from me. I would let her go, let her go back home and let her take her brother with her. It was clear that I’d been keeping her here for my own selfish needs, and Russo was not taking the bait, so I’d have to lure him in some other way. I’d made up my mind last night when she’d looked at me the way she had in the shower, like she wanted to know me. Like she wanted to see me. I was the beast the beauty had been warned about, and she’d fallen under my spell.
She didn’t know the things I did, about the whores I’d fucked while she was in my house. I hadn’t been with any women since the night I tasted Gaia in my office, but that counted for nothing. I was not a one lady man. I didn’t do love or commitment and all the things she should have.
She stirred, opening her eyes, which smiled at me before her lips did. I pushed a stray curl behind her ear and smiled back at her.
“Good morning.” She yawned, shutting her eyes for a brief second. “I thought I dreamed of you.”
“Good morning. You look harmless when you sleep.” I teased. Was this the right time to tell her this could not go on, or should I wait for dinner? I wasn’t used to being indecisive.
She climbed on top of me, forcing me on my back, making my decision for me. The fact that I let her take control scared me. “You’re always ready, aren't you?” I asked as I felt her wetness on my already hard cock. She gripped my length, lowering herself on to me slowly.
“Aaah, Gaia, fuck.”
“What happened to manners, Mr. Calthorpe?” She antagonized as she started to roll her hips against mine. She threw her head back as she built a rhythm. I knew I wouldn’t last long if she kept torturing me with her slow, sensual movements.
“I like it like this.” She purred and started to rock faster, squeezing her tits and moaning wantonly. “You like this, Arthur? When I fuck you like this?” She lifted herself up and down with her thighs, rocking faster.
“You have no idea.” I groaned, closing my eyes, the feel of her making me lose my senses. And then I felt it, the blade against my neck and my eyes shot open.
She continued to rock her hips, riding me wildly. Her eyes met mine, and they were full of hunger “I wanted to end you,” she groaned, picking up the pace. “Slice this throat while I fucked you.”
“Do it.” I dared, lost in the feel of her. “End me.”
I pressed my hands into her hips and lifted up off the bed to match her movements. She was riding me so fast, I knew I would not last.
I was not afraid. I flipped her, so she was under me, the knife slipping from her hands as I thrust into her hard, unrelenting.
“This is what you want, little bird? For me to hurt you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her movements matching mine.
She was lost in me, and I was losing my fucking control as I pounded into her. Her shouts of pleasure filled the room, and I didn’t care who heard. Everyone needed to understand this pussy was mine, that even when I let her go, no one would touch her, not like this. She was so beautiful when she was horny, so wet, so willing, so pliable.
Her eyes rolled back as I moved my hips, and she called my name as she unravelled. Even the way she came was perfect. She didn’t care who heard, she just expressed it. Her moans pushed me over the edge, I was free falling.
* * *
“Arthur, this is fucking madness. You cannot go to this event. This woman is making you reckless.” Lance growled. He was the only one who used that tone with me and got away with it. “It’s my job to do that.”
“You’ll be joining me. I want to make an appearance. There’s a message I need to personally convey to Russo. And I want someone staying with Giuliana.”
`’And you’re letting the bait go too?” I clenched my jaw.
“They aren’t bait,” I said calmly. “I just don’t see why I should keep them anymore. Russo isn’t exactly father of the year.”
“I get that. I just-”
“Don’t question me, Lance, I taught you everything you know. I sure as hell can take care of myself at a fucking banquet.”
He lifted a brow at my swearing. “All right. But Bors is coming too.”
With that settled I went down to the basement to talk to Gabriel. He’d previously indicated his desire to stay on, to work for me. I had no problem with that, and I’d keep my promise to find him something in the ranks, but he needed to play along for this one night. I knew that it would be difficult to face his father again, but if he was to work for me, he’d have to grow some balls.
