Page 23 of King of the Bronx

Chapter Nine

Raven

“Why are you here so early?” Erica asked with a hand on her hip while I poured myself a cup of coffee. I should be at home getting some sleep, but I didn’t feel very tired. After sex, I slept like a rock for a few hours—until I heard the front door close and I realized I needed to leave. I couldn’t afford to get comfortable. It was only a matter of time before I’d steal his money and I’d never see him again. Plus, I didn’t want to stick around for him to throw me out. I had more decency than that.

“Dr. Eric is coming by,” I said, offering a lame excuse.

Erica squinted her eyes. “So? He comes by every week to give us our STI tests. Why do you…” She trailed off and her eyes lit up as understanding hit her. “You had sex with him!”

“Shhh.”

“And you didn’t use a condom?” Erica shook her head, but a smile stretched across her face. “You dirty dog.”

I leaned against the counter, cradling the warm coffee in my hands. “It was just one night.”

Erica jumped up to sit her butt on the counter across from me. “So tell me. Was it good?”

Heat surged up to my cheeks, and I felt like I was in high school again. So stupid.

“Yes, it was good,” I admitted.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m stealing $30,000 from him. Remember?”

Erica shrugged. “You have to steal the money anyways, so why not have fun with it?”

I looked into my caramel-colored coffee. That would be easy if I didn’t feel anything, but last night wasn’t just sex. I liked it too much. I couldn’t get used to the feeling of someone being there for me, because when he left, I’d be the one who was hurt. He would take a piece of my heart with him when all this was over. So I had to stay away, take my money, and never see him again.

I didn’t get a chance to answer Erica because a knock at the door interrupted us. Erica jumped down from the counter. “I’ll get it.”

I took a sip of my coffee, letting the warm liquid heat my throat. Heavy footsteps too loud to belong to one of the girls continued down the hall until Enzo was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Hey, baby.”

My breath caught in my throat as I got a good look at him. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a tight shirt that stretch across his muscular chest, a chest I had laid my head on last night until I’d fallen asleep.

“You left my apartment pretty fast this morning,” he said with accusation in his eyes.

“I needed to get back to work.”

He looked behind him, as if searching for customers, before taking a step inside.

“Wait,” I said, stopping him in his tracks. “We shouldn’t…”

“Why not?” he asked. What could I tell him? That I was planning to take money from him and didn’t want to get hurt at the end? That I was scared he’d kill me once he found out what I’d done? Instead, I just stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He smiled at me and continued toward me. I set the coffee down on the counter behind me. His scent reminded me of his soft bed that I’d woken up in.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

His words were like a direct line to my pussy, and I was powerless against Enzo’s advances. I wanted this just as much as he did, but I was terrified of the inevitable fall that was just on the other side of this little affair.

I didn’t fight him or offer another excuse as to why he needed to leave because I wanted him. It was reckless and stupid, but when had I ever been anything but reckless?

I hoped up on the counter and opened my legs. I wore nothing under the sundress I had on. Enzo stepped between my legs and grabbed a fistful of my hair. I gasped as he pulled my head back and sucked on my neck. It was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care. If Enzo wanted to claim me, I’d let him. My hand moved to his pants, and I quickly pulled him out. His cock fell heavy into my hand. He replaced my hand with his and I gripped the counter as I watched him plunged into me. As he pounded into me, his thrusts weren’t gentle like the night before. It was like he was punishing me for leaving this morning. My body responded to his roughness as every part of me grew hot. One of his hands gripped my hair while the other grabbed one of my boobs through the thin material of my dress. He didn’t play with my clit or tease me. This was all for him, and I was more than willing to give him everything he needed. I grabbed onto his ass encouraging him to keep up the pace.

“Fuck!” he groaned before his body shuddered and his muscles relaxed under my touch. He didn’t give me time for my heart rate to slow. Instead, he pulled out, causing cum to drip out of me and onto the kitchen floor. He pulled up his pants, gave me a quick kiss, and walked out the door, leaving me shocked and frustrated.

*****

After taking a quick shower upstairs in the bathroom, I got checked out by Dr. Eric and stopped into Erica’s room. She was pulling her hair up in a loose bun, probably getting ready to go to sleep for the day. She smirked at me as I walked in and sat on the end of her bed.

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