Act 8

Silas Pov

 

I had to be the most fortunate bastard in the entire world.

 

Here I was, cruising down one of the lanes of Rome, trying not to fucking explode in my pants or pass out from eagerness.

 

I was fucking close to stepping on the brakes and swerving into any random sidewalk and take her exactly how I wanted to.

 

Patience Silas, my mind cautioned. I had waited this long for her, I could manage a few more minutes.

 

I glanced at the woman sitting beside me. She was the epitome of pure perfection in the fucking flesh. She had her hair down her shoulders, beautiful waves, layered around those round, feminine shoulders. 

 

It had taken a lot of self control to not yank that flimsy black dress she wore down and kiss her softness.

 

I wanted to uncover it all, all of her. Every arch, every nook, every curve, every cranny. I had spent the past few days imagining that and more. 

 

I never expected her to call.

 

Fuck! I had almost walked right into a wall when she did. When I had seen the strange numbers displayed on my screen I had thought it was business or a deal gone wrong. Shit, like that wasn’t new in my world, there were crazier things to deal with.

 

Yet, instead I’d heard a soft hello that ran right down my cock.

 

Imogen, my brown eyed Princess.

 

As if sensing my thoughts, she glanced at me and smiled sheepishly. Her face turned red as a fucking tomato as she blushed and my jaw locked, trying to rein in the rush of desire that swept through me.

 

I’d want to see other parts of her blush. Ah hell, she’d look so fucking pretty with her ass all up in the air, pale creaming skin, red from my spanking. With that pink, perfect pussy shining in the air dripping all that fucking juices.

 

Ah hell!

 

I pulled my eyes away from her, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Patience, Silas. She was all mine tonight, wasn’t she? And that time, I was going to make sure, she won’t slip away. 

 

I had planned this for a long time for it to go to shit, so I had to be patient.

 

Crap! What the hell was I to do? She stepped out of her cab looking like a damned vision.

 

The first thing that had slipped through my mind when I watched her alight was how badly I wanted to tear down that V neckline until she was bare and open to me. I had wanted to back her up against the car, spread those smooth legs and then eat the life out of her pussy.

 

Somehow, all the hunger and maddening desire I had felt for her descended all at once and I had to touch her or I was going to lose my damned mind.

 

And knowing just how ready she was, feeling that cunt drip all over my fingers, hearing those tiny cries she made when my hands played with her pussy, fuck! That made me almost lose my shit right there.

 

I was taking her to another club of mine. Rome was a wild town and the Italians were as wild as hell. The club business thrived and as a business mogul, it would be plain dumb not to have at least 2 clubs. While the Blue Eyes gained more popularity for its drinks and music, the club I drove to had a more darker edge.

 

THE ESCAPE

 

“Another club?” Imogen asked, her eyes flickering with confusion when I swerved into the car park.

 

“Si,” I replied and turned off the engine.

 

“You’re not Italian, are you?” She asked leaning closer to me over the arm rest between us.

 

Her breast propped up too closely to each other, revealing creamy pale skin that begged for my attention. I wanted to free those tits but I couldn’t exactly walk through the club all bare and sexy with all those scumbags smashing each other in there, could I?

 

“Perhaps I am,” I teased, flicked her on the nose and slipped out of the car.

 

She followed suit and we made our way to the door. I swiped my card against the card reader and heard my little play thing gasped when it popped open.

 

“That explains why there isn’t a bouncer at the door,” she mumbled.

 

If I wasn’t so damned turned on by her innocence, I would have laughed at how adorable she sounded. 

 

The air in the club was sensual. A slow music serenaded the customers while half dressed bartenders served drinks. I had only taken 3 steps into the damn place when the bartenders stopped mixing drinks and began hollering like a bunch of vagabonds.

 

“Welcome back, boss!”

 

“Good evening, boss!”

 

I glared at them and they got the memo to quiet down, hanging their heads in apologies.

 

 

“Boss?” She asked, and I looked at her, those fuck me brown eyes were as round as saucers. “Why are they calling you boss?”

 

Hell, so damn adorable.

 

Without thinking, my lips split in a sharp grin and I folded my arms in defiance. “Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies.”

 

She stared at me in disbelief then did the most amazing thing I had ever seen that night.

 

She laughed.

 

She fucking laughed.

 

Fuck!

 

I stood there, still as a dumbass watching her throw her head back and letting it all out. Her fell behind her shoulders then, swaying with each movement of her head. Her eyes closed as her cute nose scrunched up, and then there was the sound slipping out of her mouth.

 

It was loud, carefree and her shoulders trembled with each wave of laughter.

 

Beautiful was all I could think about as I stared at her. She was fucking beautiful. 

 

I walked towards the counter holding my hands out as Piero, one if the bartenders got the memo. He reached into the drawers behind the counter and tossed me a key. He had the audacity to wink at me as he did so.

 

I considered punishing him immediately for a minute but I decided I would deal with him later.

 

For now, only my princess fucking mattered.