Chapter Four-Nico

Let’s get one thing clear,

I tell my conscience as it starts to rear its ugly head, I have every intention of fucking Anna Keller tonight

Obsessions aren’t a good thing for a man like me to have. I have to admit, since I learned of her existence, I’ve been more than a little preoccupied with the curvy beauty.

I’m not a good man. Pushing forty, I’m the king of one of the most hated criminal organizations on the Eastern Seaboard. The Vipers have fingers in a lot of pies.

But we grease the right palms, we keep business smooth and only take out the trash that fucking deserves it. So, the authorities are happy to look the other way.

Stalking someone isn’t exactly my thing. But I’ve been creeping into Anna Keller’s life without her knowing ever since little Sammy started playing in the Den.

Yeah, I knew he was getting in over his head. But I allowed her brother to run up a tab with one sole purpose.

And that’s getting Anna into my bed without all the hassle of wooing and pretending to be something I’m not.

I can’t offer her anything.

Nothing more than a ride on my dick. And something tells me that’s not Anna’s style. I still want her, though.

And even though I’m pissed she’s willing to give in to me for her shithead brother’s sake, I’m gonna take her.

If she wants to be a sacrifice, who am I to refuse?

I’m not a good enough man to say no. Especially not when her pink pussy is glistening, fucking soaked, and all for me.

Jesus Christ.

I want to make a meal out of her. I can’t help myself. I gotta taste her.

But I’m not satisfied with her juices coating my tongue and lips. No, I need to hear how much this good little girl likes it when I tongue fuck her.

I have to hear her tell me how it feels when I lick into her sweet, dripping cunt. Need to know if she wants me to eat her ass, which I’m gonna do, anyway. So, right before I lick her asshole, I ask her.

“Taste so good. Does it feel good? Gonna eat this ass next, Mama. You want that? Tell me.”

“Y-yes. God, yes. It feels so good, Nico. Please.”

Anna is on her knees, and she is begging me.

Fucking begging me.

I groan, and I bite her cheek, her moan echoing around the room as my tongue slides between her slick folds.

She tastes so fucking good.

Like promises. Like hunger.

Desire.

And relief once my mouth is on her.

I can’t take it anymore. I move, lining my cock with her slick entrance. Lust consumes me.

It’s been a while for me. I haven’t touched a woman since I saw a picture of her.

My Anna.

No. Not mine.

It’s important I keep that in mind. She isn’t mine to keep. There’s no place for roses in my world. Except maybe at funerals.

And that’s a thought I refuse to acknowledge.

Anna is sweet, good, and pure. She’s way too good for me.

But I don’t fucking care. Not tonight.

Tonight, I need to feel her pussy convulsing around me.

“Fuck, Rosebud, you’re so tight. Goddamn.”

I slam my hips against her soft ass. For a second, I wished I had her on her back so I could see the expression that went with her yell.

She’s stiff at first. Like she can’t possibly comprehend her body’s reaction to mine.

But I know women, and I can feel how desperate she is to have me.

My poor pretty Rosebud.

It’s been a long time for her, too. I hate the thought of other men touching her, but I’m glad it’s me tonight. Glad I’m the one who’s knocking her socks off.

I reach around and find her clit with my fingers, strumming the tiny little nub until she’s squirming and pushing back into my thrusts.

“That’s it. Give it to me,” I grunt, taking her harder with each pass.

Her body is warm and soft and jiggling against me, and it’s the best damn thing I ever felt. I turn my head, watching her in the mirror, and the sight is so damn sexy, I almost come.

But I need her there with me. I pull out, grabbing her wide hips, I flip Anna over onto her back. Her big whiskey eyes are lust-glazed and she’s panting.

So fucking pretty.

I press her legs wide apart, and I slam back inside her, catching her cries with my mouth.

It’s the first time I kiss her, and she gifts me with a flood of warmth where my dick is stroking deep inside her.

So this is what she needs. My little Rosebud craves kisses.

Well, I can do that.

I cup her face, angling her head, I deepen the kiss, not letting her up for air for even a second.

I just keep licking into her, savoring her flavors, memorizing each one. I suck on her lips, making plucking sounds as I release one only to claim the other. Then I nibble my way down her chin, and neck, to her big tits, sucking one nipple into my mouth.

I want to devour her. I want to consume every single inch. Stamp myself all over.

But I can’t keep her. And the knowledge is making me fucking furious.

“Fuck, Rosebud, this pussy was made for me. Tell me,” I grunt, licking a trail from her neck all the way up her cheek.

“Nico,” she says my name and fuck, I’m not ready for how much it affects me.

My cock pulses, and I rear up onto my knees.

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock with your cunt, but I want you to strum that clit when you do it. Now, Anna.”

Her breathing is labored, but I watch in awe as she obeys.

Three swipes across her needy little bud, and Anna is coming all over me. Which is a good thing, cause I’m right there with her.

I come so hard, I damn near pass out. It’s all I can do not to crush her beneath my weight as I collapse on top of her soft, warm body.

Usually I need some recovery time between bouts, but my dick is already hard again. And Anna’s soft moan tells me she feels it, too.

“Slow this time, I think,” I say to no one in particular.

I kiss Anna. My eyes open and on hers as I start to move my hips, rocking into her.

The mess of our combined release coats my way, making it easier to slide in and out, and fuck it feels good.

I know she’s on birth control. I hacked into her medical records, so I also know her last checkup was two weeks ago, and her blood work came back normal.

Just like I know I’m clean, too.

I never fuck a woman without a condom, but there’s something about her that won't allow me to do it any other way but raw.

I need all of her. Need to feel all of her.

We come together this time. My cock pulses inside her just as her pussy tightens, her walls sucking the cum right from my balls.

It feels—it feels good. Really good.

Being inside her is better than anything else I have ever felt. Anna trembles and I hold her to me.

We’re practically strangers. Everything I know about her, I stole. But she doesn’t feel like a stranger.

She feels big.

Important.

“I got you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her as she continues to quiver around me.

Matters of the heart are alien to me, but business deals I could handle. That’s all this is, I remind myself.

But I also remind myself I’m a fucking liar.

My body is ready for her again and isn’t that fucking new? I thought maybe sex had simply lost its spark for me.

But not with her. She is different. And it feels like maybe I could be different with her. Or pretend to be, at the very least.

Just for tonight.

This woman is throwing my wavering libido a lifeline, and I am a selfish prick through and through, so I’ll take it.

I’ll take everything she offers.

I press my nose to her hair and breathe her scent. She smells fresh and clean, like maybe she showered before she came here.

Her shampoo is floral, but not overbearing, and I like it. I breathe her in again, this time with my mouth open, savoring her essence on my tongue.

I thought one night of fucking would be enough to work out my need for this woman.

But I’m thinking I’m wrong.

So, instead of kicking her out like planned, I wrap her in my arms and tuck her close to my body, fighting to stay awake.

I found a sense of peace in Anna’s warmth I never expected. And I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet.

Lulled into the first deep sleep I had in years, I wake up hours later. Alone.

“Fuck,” I growl and heft myself out of bed, going right for the security feed on my laptop.

I don’t bother with clothes. No one is in my office. Not without my permission. No one would dare.

I watch the feed showing Anna as she dressed and left just a few hours ago. She paused by my bed, kissing my head before she takes off and I press my hand over my heart.

That long dead thing starts to pound.

She kissed me. Why?

“I wasn’t ready for you to leave,” I say to myself.

Unfortunately, she took the decision out of my hands when she disappeared.

Business matters take my attention for the rest of the day, but I can’t stop thinking about my little Rosebud.

One night didn’t quench my desire for her. But she’s gone. And I’m not sure if I should hunt her down. Honestly, it would be a mercy to let her go.

But I don’t know if I have it in me to be merciful anymore.