10–Temptation's Edge

GUSTAVO

I almost sprint to the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face and take a few deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Why am I attracted to the one girl I shouldn’t sleep with? She’s Gary fucking Diego's daughter.

If it were any other girl, I could just fuck them until it got out of my system. But I’ve also never had this problem with any other girl. I’ve never been this attracted to one to the point where I’ll go out of my way for her. The other girls were meant strictly for release, and then they go.

What has Maryjane Diego done to me.

I manage to get my throbbing dick under control and make my way back to our table. Two men are hovering over Maryjane and she has cowered back as far possible to get away from them. My rage flares as I see them lean closer to her.

My first instinct is to beat them into the ground. They’re approaching what’s mine, and they’re going to pay for that. But, I can’t let her know that I’m The Devil.

“If you’ll excuse me gentleman,” I say. “I need to get back to my date.”

They scoff at me. If I was having a bad day, I’d beat them into the ground. It’s fortunate that logic wins today.

“It would behoove you to leave us alone.” I stretch my tattooed arm along the table. It’s covered in Mafia tattoos, and my devil mark is clearly visible.

They’ve both gone white. One of them tries to talk. “The De—”

I don’t let him finish speaking. “I appreciate your cooperation.”

“How did you…?” Maryjane asks, right as the older man drops the pasta at our table.

“I’m very persuasive.”

The look in my eye tells her not to ask questions. Maryjane knows I’m a criminal. But she’ll never find out the full extent. She looks away from me and focuses on her pasta. “This isn’t a date you know.” Maryjane has gone bright red again and is staring intently at her gnocchi.

“What?”

“When you were talking to the men. You said you had to get back to your date.”

I laugh. “I just wanted to see if they’d back off the easy way, Sweetheart. Most men will stop talking to a girl if they think she’s taken.”

“I just…oh.”

We finish our meal with light conversation, and I manage to keep my hands off her. I am hyper aware every time our hands accidentally brush, or our feet touch under the table.

“Thank you for dinner,” Maryjane says as we walk towards her apartment.

“Thanks for keeping me company.”

Maryjane peers into an empty lot we pass by. “Oh. Did you see that?”

“See what?”

Maryjane crouches down, and I can’t figure out what she’s looking at. I squint my eyes, trying to see what she does in this darkness.

Two golden sets of eyes stare at us.

“Kittens,” she says.

They are partway hidden under cardboard boxes and trash.

“Oh,” I say. “That’s nice.”

I don’t like animals. They leave fur everywhere, vomit on the carpet, and it’s too much work to take care of them. Maryjane would be the type to like those rodents. She probably sees them as ‘cute’ and ‘cuddly.’

I’m about to continue walking, but Maryjane has other plans. She starts to squeeze herself in between a small hole in the fence.

“What are you doing?!” I ask.

“Trying to get them.” She ignores my protests and walks towards the cats. After making some ‘pspspsp’ and clicking noises, the two wander over to her. Maryjane quickly scoops them up before they have a chance to change their mind.

“Can you hold them for a minute?” She passes them through the hole in the fence.

I want to say no, I don’t want to hold the flea ridden animals, but I’m not going to upset her.

“I guess.”

I take the cats. The kittens immediately curl up in my arms and start purring, and it feels like the least manly thing in the world. Stupid pests.

“Tch.”

“They like you!” She gives me a smile. I would hold a hundred purring kittens to see it every day. “Hopefully Slippers doesn’t mind roommates for a few days.”

“Your cat?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

How is she so good? No one should have a heart this pure. And why is it her? She’s the daughter of Gary Diego, the most corrupt businessman in the U.S. She should have been born with evil running through her veins.

We reach her apartment, and even though we’ve spent a few extra hours together, it doesn’t feel like enough. It’s agonizing walking her to her apartment door knowing I’m about to say goodbye.

“Thanks for dinner,” she says.

“Thanks for the company.”

Maryjane laughs as the cats cuddle further in my arms. “I may have to rip them away from you.” She leans towards me and starts petting one behind the ear.

That’s it. She’s too close to me, and I want more. I only need one arm to hold the cats. I take the other and wrap it around her lower back. She gets over her initial shock and leans into my body, wrapping her arms around my neck.

She feels so small when I wrap my arms around her. The trained, instinctual, part of me should be snapping her neck, but I have a different feeling right now. It’s a desire burning only for her, and a strong need to protect her.

“You do very bad things to me, Maryjane,” I growl.

“I get the same feeling when I’m with you,” she whispers back.

She kisses me in the same area I mark her. The shy girl starts to nibble at my neck, mirroring what I do to her. I let out a moan as her tongue licks my pulse, and I wonder what that tongue would feel like on other parts of my body.

I can’t take it anymore. My cock has filled with blood and my urge to take her is stronger than ever. I grab her hip and grind my stiffness into her, silently showing how much I want her.

She gasps and pulls away from me.

“I, I have to go! Sorry.”

She doesn’t even look at me as she grabs the cats and shuts the door. Fuck. I was too forward. That was stupid of me.

There’s no doubt. I need to fuck Maryjane Diego. If I don’t get this out of my system, she will overtake my mind. Her pure hearted nature. Her smile. How she’s too shy and can’t hold my stare for long periods of time.

Yes, fucking her will be the only way to fix this problem.