Page 15 of Big Bad Wolf

Ralph slaps his hand over the man’s, clutching him tightly before he twists back in a defensive move and brings him to his knees. The wife screams. The man cries, holding what I can only assume is a broken arm.

Vasily steps out of the car and holds the door. “Are you ready for our date, Miss Rossi? I hope you bought that dress for me.”

ChapterEleven

My father married my mother when they were nineteen years old. It was arranged by their fathers, and neither were consulted. From the start, they loathed one another and spent five years at each other’s throats. Fortunately, they stopped arguing long enough to conceive me. My arrival made them civil, but their union was always destined to self-destruct.

Shortly after they separated, my dad hooked up with a woman named Charlotte, who wanted his money more than she wanted him. They were never married, but their breakup was as messy as his divorce. However, they managed to have a daughter, my sister Vivienne, before separating. She’s the apple of my father’s eye and maybe my father’s most outstanding achievement. That doesn’t make me jealous. Vivi is a great girl and has always been a dream as a sister.

Charlotte was his last relationship. It was such a horrible experience, he swore off women for good. At least he had a chance to fall in love. He didn't love my mother, and she has repeatedly admitted that she never loved him.

When I was younger, I convinced myself that I would never fall in love because I wasn’t born out of love. Like I didn’t deserve it. It wasn’t part of my DNA and would always be an emotion meant for others.

I don’t feel that way anymore.

“Come here, doll. I’ve waited all day to see you,” I growl into Scarlett’s ear, pulling her across the bench seat into my lap. “And seeing you in this dress makes it all worth it.”

Scarlett would look sensational in a potato sack, but she’s never looked more beautiful than she looked walking out of the gala, strutting confidently in sexy heels and a tight black dress hugging every fucking curve. I wanted to rush out of the car, haul her over my shoulder, and steal her away to Brooklyn.

“I’m glad you like it.” Scarlett smiles, wiggling her tight ass on my lap while she adjusts her dress.

I don’t understand how I fell under her spell so fast. But I know I never want to recover. She feels right. She makes me feel complete, like I’ve been nothing but an empty husk until she walked into my life. What do I need to do to keep her? How will I ever make her happy?

I know how to kill people. Until now, I’ve never given much thought to making someone happy.

“I love it. I’m going to buy you twenty more just like it.” I bow my head and press my lips to her bare shoulders, relishing the feel and scent of her skin against mine. I’m struggling to maintain control in the face of so much temptation.

“I snuck out. My father tried to set me up with Davide La Morte. He says he knows you. How do you know him?” Scarlett peers over her shoulder, her eyes widening as she waits for me to reply.

There’s no way I’ll confess that I asked him to make himself available to a setup and how worried I’ve been that her father would fix her up with Bruno or fucking Diego—although I hear the latter is already arranged.

“A few years ago, a member of a rival bratva from Staten Island kidnapped Davide’s little sister for ransom. I heard about it and wouldn’t normally interfere with another family’s business, but she was just a kid, my sister’s age, and scared out of her mind. I asked my father to intervene, and of course, they relented. We delivered his sister before the end of the day. Over the years, we’ve done favors for one another, but we’re not close.” I try to be as vague as possible. Our friendship is far too complicated to explain quickly, and I don’t want to waste a moment of this precious time talking about La Morte.

“You rescued Romola? That was so brave of you.” Scarlett leans her back onto my chest and sighs, lifting her arm behind my head to run her hand through my hair. It feels good. Everything she does feels so good. It’s like someone somewhere wrote an instruction book on what turns me on, and Scarlett read it cover to cover.

“How do you know the La Mortes?” I close my arms around her waist and lift her skirt, holding it up until she spreads her legs and straddles my thighs. A faint moan escapes her lips as she ever so slightly grinds her ass into my jutting cock.

"Romola and I grew up together. I know Davide through her.” Scarlett lets her head fall back on my shoulder and continues in a breathy voice. “And why didn’t you tell me you have a sister?”

I bring my lips to her neck and let my hand roam down her inner thighs. Her warm skin turns to gooseflesh at my touch. “I’ve been trying to know you better, Little Red. My sister was not at the forefront of my mind. But you’ll meet her soon—her and my father.”

“You want me to meet your family?” Scarlett whimpers as my hand slips into her soaked panties. She's so drenched, my finger easily slides through her slick folds, up and down and inside her pussy, pumping two fingers and fighting the urge not to shove my entire cock in her cunt.

In due time. All in due time.

“You are my family, Little Red. And we’re going to make a bigger one together.” I grunt like an animal in heat. That’s what I’ve become. I’ve gone from a killer who had no use for relationships to a man who wants to claim his woman and fill her with as many babies as she’ll allow. I know I’m moving at lightning speed, but I know what I want, and no amount of time will change my mind.

“Vas,” she whimpers when my fingers find her clit, stiff and swollen, ready to be teased. She sucks in a breath as her anticipation mounts, stiffening her muscles when my fingers massage her tight little nub. She stretches her body, pointing her toes and lifting her knees to spread her thighs wider.

I stroke harder, faster, observing every tremble and listening to every moan to understand what she likes.

“Do you want me to make this pussy come? Are my fingers enough, or do you want more?” My racing heart makes me pant in her ear, warming her cheek before I lick off the sweat trailing down her temple. “Does my Little Red want her big bad wolf to pop her cherry?” I drop the volume of my voice and press my lips against her neck, letting the vibrations sink into her skin. “You taste so sweet, baby. I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Scarlett's filthy question almost makes me come.

“More than anything, Little Red. I want to fuck you tonight, tomorrow night, and the night after that. I want to fuck you raw and spill my seed inside you, over and over, until there’s no space inside you that isn’t dripping with my hot cum. Is that what you want, baby girl? Do you want your wolf to mark your sweet pussy as his?”

She nods, her back arching, her legs trembling as she softly whines, “I don’t know… you’re so big. You could break me.” She places her hand over my cock and massages my shaft, sizing me up, and outlining it with her fingers. Her lusty curiosity makes me harder, lengthening my cock and making my zipper dig into my flesh. Discomfort makes me unzip my pants. Desire entices her to shove her hand into my boxers and pull my dick out.

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