Page 19 of Loyalties & Longings

“What I wouldn’t give to have that every day,” I mumble, bending to pull my underwear and jeans back up. When I stand, she is already sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at me, all happy smiles. She is so fucking cheeky. She looks absolutely smug and yet so satisfied that she’s pleased me.

“Sorry for being a bit rough,” I apologize, dropping to my knees in front of her, ready to return the favor. Dipping my head to her lap between her thighs, I inhale sharply. I can already smell her sweet scent. Her pussy smells so good, so ready for me.

“Don’t be sorry… it was fucking hot,” she says, lifting her leg and pushing me away with her foot. I urge my head forward, needing my head between those sweet thighs.

She gives a little giggle. Forcing my shoulder back more, she asks, “What are you doing?”

I look up at her a little confused. “I’m about to make you feel so fucking good.”

Lake rolls her eyes. “You can’t now. Dad really will be here soon looking for us. Or you, at least.”

“Goddammit,” I say with frustration, running my hands down my face.

“I’ll absolutely take a rain check, though,” she says, smirking.

“You are so fucking sexy, Lake. After I pay you back, though, I think we should stop whatever this is before I’m unable to control myself, take it too far, and you end up hating me. I’m a dangerous lover, Lake. I don’t want to hurt you or for you to think I’m a monster. I’m not, at least not anymore, but sometimes I think I’m just this side of doing some real damage,” I admit.

She looks at me, dead in the eyes. Intently.

“Blaze, all I’ve ever wanted is a good and proper violent fuck. The stuff people clutch their pearls over. Nobody has ever been able to give me it, though, not from lack of trying. It’s all I’ve ever fantasized about.” She looks so serious, almost as if she is broken.

I lean in and press a kiss to her mouth, deepening it into a desperate open-mouthed kiss, pushing my tongue between her lips. A promise. Fuck the taboo shit of not kissing a girl after blowing in her mouth. She still tastes so sweet, but now with justa hint of saltiness from my cum.

“So, is that you giving me permission to do whatever the fuck I want to you?” One of my eyebrows raises.

“Fuck yes. Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!” The look of excitement gleams in her eyes.

“Including danger? I told you, I’m a dangerous lover.”

“As long as it’s only you. I can’t explain it, but I trust you. More than I probably should, but I feel safe around you.”

“Then I think I can help you with that fuck,” I say with a smile, rising from between her legs. “But for now, get some rest. I’ll see you in a couple of days for our dinner meeting.” I lean down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Okay, good night,” she says sweetly as she scoots back to get under the covers.

“Night, Lake,” I say softly, closing her bedroom door behind me.

Walking quietly downstairs, I head toward the front door and notice Enzo out of the corner of my eye.

“Night, Enzo,” I say quietly.

“Oh, you’re still here?” His head jerks up, and he eyes me suspiciously. “Okay, yeah, good night. I’ll call you tomorrow about the meeting.”

I nod, feeling his eyes on me as I disappear out the door.

Shit.

Chapter Twelve

Lake

It took me three years to get my bachelor’s degree in business management after graduating from high school early. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to do, but I wanted to help my father with all of his businesses without getting too heavily involved with the inner workings of the mafia.

While getting some hands-on work at Dad’s three clubs, I’ve simultaneously been preparing a business plan and structure to open myownclub. It’s my ultimate goal. I’ve had a vision of how it’ll look, feel, and even run for a while now. It will be more of a bar than a full-blown club. That’s my ambition, though, to be a businesswoman in my own right. I’ve been throwing around some ideas and subtly putting out some feelers to Dad in passing, and so far, he has liked everything I’ve come up with. Which is great because now that I’ve finished my degree and made some final changes to my business plan, it’s ready to present to him.

Two of Dad’s clubs, Delirium and Golden Dawn, are flashy, all decked out, no holds barred. They’re his most popular clubs and are all gold everything—gold doors, gold walls, even gold toilets, with three bar areas in each, all with gold-topped bartops in them.

Danger Tamers is a little more discreet and a lot more derelict. It’s in a massive, run-down building in the middle of the city. It was gutted and had multi-levels put in with an iron mesh type of material. It has a couple of small stages for dancing, one long bar, and a DJ booth. The rest of the space is for the people who go there to dance, which is probably why I like it more. It’s basic but serves its purposes—drinking and dancing.

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