Page 48 of Born into Mayhem
She has the gall to laugh at me. “Cry me a fucking river, Dario. How many women have seen your cock? And not just seen. How many have sucked it? Tasted it? Ridden it?”
Each question comes out angrier than the last, and I wish I could tell her no one. I wish I could give that to her, but I can’t. I’ve been with more women than I can remember. I’ve been fucking since I was a teenager, and I’m a lot older than her. A high sex drive and a refusal to be tied down means the count, if I’d ever bothered to keep one, is substantial.
“So, yeah,” she says, keeping her voice low as she gets herself back under control. “Benny’s seen me naked, and you haven’t. Deal with it, Dario.”
She breaks out of my hold, grabs her bag, and heads for thebathroom, leaving me pissed and aroused and unable to think about anything but her. I was supposed to be the one keeping things in check. She’s supposed to be the lovesick one, and instead I’m the jackass who’s behaving like a jealous schoolboy. I’m the one chasingher,and I’ve never chased anyone in my life. This was supposed to be an easy assignment, but nothing is ever easy where Mia is concerned. She’s in my head, and she’s quickly sinking her fangs into my heart.
I have no fucking idea how to stop it. As if that realization wasn’t scary enough, the one that comes right on its heels is downright terrifying. Because as I watch her come out of the bathroom in nothing but a T-shirt and sleep shorts, I know with absolute certainty that I don’t want it to. I’ve fallen hard for the defiant eighteen-year-old who’s staring daggers at me, and I know it would be impossible for me to ever let her go.
For the first time in my life, I’m going to chase a woman, and when I’ve finally caught her, I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to convince her that she needs me just as badly as I need her. If that means I have to keep her trapped on my dick for the foreseeable future, then so be it.
My eyes rake over her, and I nearly groan when I see she’s not wearing a bra. Her pierced nipples press against the thin fabric, making me question my sanity and willpower all in one go. She ignores the heated look I’m giving her and instead crawls into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin before turning and giving me her back.
I grin at her attitude. I can’t help it. I love her fire and her sharp little fangs. Without a word, I stand, readjust my aching cock, and then head for the bathroom. It doesn’t take me long to brush my teeth, and when I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, I step out, not surprised to find she’s turned the lights out and shut the covers on the windows. There are small lights embedded above us that stay on no matter what, and they give me enough light so I don’t have to stumble my way to the bed.
While I remove my shirt and pants, I watch Mia pretend to sleep. She’s still facing away from me, but I know she’s faking because the covers are way too neat. If she were asleep, it would already look like atornado had gone through here. When I slip under the covers, I swear I feel her body tense, but instead of letting her sleep huddled up on the other side of the bed, I turn on my side, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her against me so I’m spooning her from behind.
“What the hell?” She tries to push me away, but I just squeeze her tighter and bury my face in her neck.
“Goodnight,vipera mia.” I whisper the words against her skin, fighting my desire to take her right here and now while we’re alone in this room and flying over a vast, dark ocean. Instead of violently ripping her sleep shorts from her body and sliding into her, I press my lips against her neck in a gentle kiss while keeping my arm locked tightly around her.
Her body is stiff in my arms. She fights the affection I want to give her, but I don’t let up. I’m not giving her an out, because there is nooutfor us. I’ve gone my entire life thinking and believing that I didn’t want or need a partner in life. I didn’t want to be tied down to any one woman, and I’ve never once regretted that choice, but lying here with Mia’s small body tucked in against mine, her scent filling my nose, and the feel of her slowly softening to my embrace, it changes everything.
“Don’t fight me,streghetta mia.” I whisper the words into her hair.
“I will always fight you,” she whispers back.
My heart tightens at her words, and I swear it doesn’t start beating again until she adds, “You and I both love it too much when I do.”
“As long as you submit in the end, you can fight it all you want.”
“I don’t want some guy who’s going tomake loveto me, Dario.”
The disgusted way she says those two words has me grinning as I nip at her neck. “I wouldn’t dream of it,vipera mia.”
“I’m being serious,” she insists. “Don’t you dare start getting all lovey-dovey on me. That’s not what we’re about.”
Running my hand up her thigh, I groan at the silky soft feel of her skin before I grip her hip, digging my fingers into her until she lets out a soft sigh and arches her ass just enough to press against my aching cock.
“I know exactly what we’re about,” I tell her, whispering the words in her ear as I rock my hips, letting her feel exactly what she’s going tobe getting. “And as soon as your sweet little temptation of a pussy is fully healed, I’m going to wreck it.”
“Fuck,” she whispers when I cup her breast with my other hand and drag my thumb over her piercing.
She’s wound tight, still so frustrated from earlier, and when I feel her start to rub her thighs together, I slide my hand from her hip and grip her leg, forcing her to be still.
“Go to sleep, Mia. We’ll be landing in the morning, and you need your rest.”
She gives an angry grunt, and when I nip at her skin again, she tries to wiggle away. Not having it, I keep her next to me.
“This is how I want to sleep with my wife,” I murmur against her skin.
“Jesus,” she groans. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
After a few seconds, her body relaxes back into mine. I’m not stupid enough to think this is her giving in. It’s a temporary acquiescence based on how tired she is. This isn’t a battle she can win, so she’ll accept my cuddling, choosing to save her strength for the next fight. I don’t care what her reasoning is as long as I get to fall asleep with my arms wrapped around her.
I hold her until her breathing evens out and I know she’s in a deep sleep. Just like last time, she doesn’t thrash around. Her body is still and calm, some part of her recognizing that it’s my arms she’s sleeping in. Her waking mind might not yet be at peace with that, but her subconscious mind sure is.
