CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

WANTING HER PUSSY

DRYSDAN

I didn't like the fact that she was talking a lot. It was one of the reasons why I avoided her. Cassandra happened to be related to me, but it is quite tricky.

We shared the same mom, but different fathers. Our mother was quite the player in her own way. But I wondered who exactly the father of Cassandra was, because she was definitely like him and not our mother.

"Can you stop talking?" I said. I needed to think because the vicinity was suddenly looking familiar.

She stopped at the driveway and faced me. "You haven't been in Velmora for a long time now and you haven't seen me either and you say you want me to stop talking?"

But my mind wasn't on what she was saying. The place, it felt like I'd been there. I noticed movement in the house through the window.

"You have company?" I asked.

"Oh, now you're interested in my friend?" she said and headed for the door.

But I didn't. I stared at the lady staring back at me through the window. It was her. The same lady I had handed an umbrella to the previous night. Wait, how was it even possible that she was friends with Cassandra?

Fucking coincidences.

The feeling of wanting her came back stronger than ever. I believed that I wouldn't see her again, but it seemed that fate had other plans.

I headed for the door. She was waiting. The world stopped at that moment. Her clothes were dried but rumpled. So the tank top was drawn up a bit and her flesh exposed. The darkness in me wanted to consume her.

"Why are you looking at her like that, brother?" Cassandra asked, her eyes watchful and curious.

"He's your brother?" she asked, and I smiled.

"Yes, he is my brother. Do you know him?"

"The beautiful umbrella belongs to him," she said, and the way her lips moved, I wanted to put my dick in her mouth and see how they would move while I mouth-fucked her.

"Oh. I see. Well, I ain't standing here. Let's go in."

"Your decor lacks touch," I told Cassandra, my eyes roaming until they came to land on her.

"So what? Not like yours is any better."

"At least I own paintings and artifacts."

"You literally live like Dracula and I live like Barbie. What's there to like about your place?"

I didn't give Cassandra and answer to that question. Someone more important wanted to speak.

"Thank you for last night. My name is Roseanna."

"Like the flower?" I asked.

"Like the flower," she said and gave me a bright smile that drowned my darkness.

"Delicate," I said.

"You know, I actually liked the stranger last night, but not this one. You try to use her and I'll make sure you have no cock."

I smiled at that. "I only fuck certain women, Cassandra. And only when they want my cock. Does she?"

It was so hard for Rose to stop herself from blushing but it was obvious. Did that mean she wanted me the way I wanted her?

"Her car is bad. Drop her off when she feels like going home. Make yourself useful like last night. Keep doing so and maybe some light can come into your life."

"Does she talk that way to you?" Roseanna asked, after Cassandra left the room.

"She is sarcastic. And we aren't close."

"She's never told me about you."

"She won't."

She didn't say anything to me again. We remained close and I didn't know what to say to her either. I wasn't used to having conversations with women. We usually communicated by our actions. We get on the bed, she takes off her panties, she bends over, I raise her legs, she opens her mouth for me to stick my dick in, those sort of things.

But sitting where, just opposite her, I was speechless. I just looked at her. Took in every bit of her beauty.

Finally, I said, "You are beautiful."

She looked at me with those doe eyes and I curled my hands into fists. It took me great control not to take her right there and then. I didn't care if Cassandra was in the house. She had never been an obstacle to me before.

"Oh, thank you," she said, and picked up the opened book on the sofa.

I read the title. "You read romance books?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"No," I said. The reaction on her face told me she wasn't comfortable with my response.

"Then why are you holding that?" she asked, possibly read the title already.

"It's for Cassandra. She made me her handyman," I said and dropped it on the table.

She smiled, and that bright smile of hers again just tore the strength of the darkness inside of me. She was so pure, and so innocent, and so ethereal. I felt like my presence would vilify her, would make her become like me.

I was a killer, someone who brought ruin to the lives of others who crossed their boundaries. I worked for the strongest mafia families in the world and only took jobs that were expensive. This depended on who the target usually was. His or her status in the society. I didn't care if anyone would miss him or her. That wasn't my problem because I never got caught.

Sitting across from her felt like I was making a mockery of myself. Or rather, life was making a mockery of me.

A woman who read romance books, I was pretty sure she'd know something about bedroom sex. This thought just made it clear to me that I needed to find out for myself.

I wanted her pussy. Roseanna's pussy.

But it was better I warned her about what I wanted.

"I am going to be very frank with you, Roseanna," I told her. "You are the kind of woman that I want to fuck. Now that you know this, will you still be willing to let me take you home?"