Chapter Nine
Vassago had intended to fuck her pussy their first time, but her mouth captivated him. And he hadn’t been disappointed. Now if only he’d learn to keep his fucking emotions under control. But what the hell was he supposed to do when she looked at him that way?
Gorgon still hadn’t given his permission for her to stay beyond the point where he and Digger could take care of business. Hell. Gorgon didn’t want them going to Brooklyn at all to take out di Stefano. He was skating on thin ice here, but the Thunderbolt had hit him. He had to have this woman, and that meant finding a way to convince Gorgon to let her stay.
But for now, it was time to taste her pussy and then shove his dick into it. He’d have her asshole, too, before this morning was over. There wasn’t a spot on this woman’s body he didn’t want to possess.
“Lie back and open those pretty legs. I want to taste all that juice you got going earlier.”
“You do have a way with words, Jimmy.”
“I know what I want.” He pushed her onto the bed, and she fell on her back, laughing. Vassago moved her so that her entire body was on the mattress, and then he opened her legs and dived for her pussy.
Marie cried out as he clamped his mouth on her vulva, sucking hard on her clit and pushing two fingers inside her. “Goddamn, you taste fucking delicious.” He moved his fingers in and out in time to the rhythm of sucking and licking her clit, until tiny contractions fluttered inside her pussy.
“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Her eyes were all soft and her mouth slightly open. He’d never seen any woman look this fucking beautiful. There was nothing he’d deny her. She only had to ask.
“Too bad.” He turned her over and straddled her upper thighs, effectively pinning her to the bed. “You’ll have to wait a little longer.” Hoping the room was as stocked as all the others, he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. Fucking A!
Vassago took out the box of condoms and donned one before all the blood left his brain and he forgot to use it. Not that it mattered anymore. This was the woman he wanted. But she didn’t know that yet, so he needed to tread carefully right now. There was too much at stake before he’d be free to tell her he intended to spend the rest of his life with her.
“I’m on the pill.”
“I use condoms on general principles. I’m disease-free, though.” Duh. Would have been a better conversation to have before he’d fucked her in the mouth.
“So am I.”
“Good.” Vassago slipped his hand underneath her groin and rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket. With the other hand, he massaged her ass cheeks. “You have the fucking sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.” He lightly slapped the mounds of flesh, alternating sides. “God, Marie. I want to put you over my knee and spank you until you cry before I fuck you good and hard.”
“Oh my God.” Her voice didn’t suggest she’d hate that. Not at all. But his dick was ready to burst wide open again. Maybe later. After he fucked her half a dozen times today.
“Oh Marie!” Vassago slid his dick into her pussy from behind, and it was so fucking tight at this angle he could hardly stand it. Tiny contractions inside her pussy fueled his lust, as did her load moans when he massaged her clit.
“Oh shit! I’m going to come again.”
“Go for it, beautiful. I love to feel a woman come when I’m inside her.”
That luscious ass jiggled as he increased his speed, fucking her hard and as deeply as possible now. But as sexy as this was, he wanted to see her face and tits. Vassago pulled out and lay on his back. “Climb aboard, Marie.”
She straddled him and gingerly lowered her pussy over his cock, but Vassago wasn’t that patient. He grasped her hips and rammed it into her, moving her up and down so her tits bounced. “Yes! That’s what I fucking wanted to see.”
Marie threw her head back and moaned loudly, reaching up to grasp her breasts. Vassago moved her hands between her legs. “I want to watch them bounce. Play with yourself instead.”
She rubbed her clit while he fucked her as hard as he could, holding off his climax until it was impossible to do so. Those taut, dusky nipples teased him, and when he came, Vassago pulled Marie closer and sucked her tits, one after the other, until all the jizz had been milked out of his dick.
He held her close, letting his breathing slow, while he inhaled her warm, musky scent. Fuck Gorgon and his fucking rules. He wasn’t going to send her away. Rai had come here running from a Mob boss, and Tannin had claimed her from day one. He’d defied Gorgon, and now Rai was his old lady and in charge of the staff, along with Chloe.
Kayla had been a total diva when she first came, but now she was Mastema’s old lady and one of the hardest workers they had here. Liz worked in the same law firm that represented Donny, for fuck’s sake. Rahab hadn’t even asked if she could come here to live. He’d simply brought her here after her apartment had been vandalized and she no longer felt safe.
Marie had come here under false pretenses, but she wasn’t the first person to walk into this building and lie about why she’d come. And, she had a perfectly valid excuse for her deception.
Digger had forgiven her, and the others had accepted her apology. Gorgon would just have to fucking deal with it, because Vassago wanted no other woman in his life from this day forward. He wasn’t going to send her away, and he would do everything in his power to make sure she chose to stay.
Vassago drifted off to sleep for a while, and when he woke he wasn’t sure how long he’d been out. Marie stood by the windows. He sat up. “You okay?”
She turned and smiled. “Yes. It’s snowing.”
“It does that a lot here this time of year.”
“Not so much back home most years. It’s so pretty.”
“We’ll be decorating the club for Christmas soon.”
“You put up Christmas decorations in a strip club?”
“Yeah. Just a tree and some Santa and reindeer shit. Not too much. The customers like it. And the dancers wear red and green outfits, or choose Christmassy songs to dance to.”
She faced the windows again. “Nothing says Christmas like doing a striptease to Santa Baby.”
Vassago laughed and rose, walking over to put his arms around her from behind. “Mmm … you feel nice.”
“So do you. You’re an amazing lover, Jimmy. I have a confession to make.”
He kissed her neck. “What is it?”
“I used to picture you in my mind whenever I played with myself.”
His heart hammered. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Considering they met when she was six, Vassago wasn’t sure how to respond. “How old were you when you started doing that?”
She laughed. “Don’t worry. I never told anyone.”
“Okay, but seriously, how old were you?”
“I don’t know. Twelve, maybe? Thirteen? Somewhere around there.”
It was way too pervy imagining a pre-teen masturbating with the face of a twenty-three-year-old man in her head. “That was after I left and came back here to live.”
“Yeah, I know. Sometimes I’d picture you when I fucked another guy, too. Of course, I wasn’t fucking at thirteen.”
He laughed to cover up his squeamishness at her comments. “You don’t need to tell me how old you were when you had your cherry popped.”
“I don’t mind telling you. I was seventeen.”
“So Vince wasn’t your first?” Why the fuck had he asked that?
Now it was her turn to laugh. “Jimmy, for Christ’s sake. I’m thirty years old. Hell no, he wasn’t my first.”
“Did Vince know you were picturing me when he was fucking you?”
“Of course not.”
Now he was glad he’d asked, because it gave him a sick satisfaction to discover that she’d been picturing him when she was fucking Vince.
“And yes, so you don’t have to ask, you’ve more than lived up to my fantasies.”
He hadn’t intended to ask, but he kissed her neck again in response anyway. Vassago wasn’t insecure about pleasing a woman in bed. He’d fucked enough of them know what he was doing. And, it had been quite obvious that Marie had enjoyed herself.
“Oh look! It’s snowing really hard now.”
“Want to go and take a walk outside?”
She turned and gave him the sweetest look, as if no one had ever asked her to do such a thing. He had no clue why he’d asked. He didn’t even like snow. The question had simply popped out.
“I’d love to.”
He’d rather fuck her again, but the look of adoration in her eyes won out. While he left Marie to put on clothes, he went to his room and donned as many layers as he could. Despite living all his life in states that had real winter and saw snow, he’d never grown to love the cold.
He met her in the back hallway, and grinned at the matching boots, coat, hat, scarf, and gloves she wore. “You look like you’re going to a fucking fashion show.”
“As least I’ll be warm out there.”
“So will I.”
“Not without a coat or gloves you won’t.”
He shoved his hands under her coat, and his dick grew hard when she laughed. “I guess I’ll just have to find a way to keep them warm.”
It wasn’t as cold as he’d been imagining, probably because there was no wind. After waving to the two unfortunate prospects who were on guard duty in the back lot this morning, he took Marie’s hand and led her along the trails.
Snow fell on her upturned face, making her look like an angel, or an actress in one of those feel-good movies. He’d never done this. Walk in the snow with a woman. She chattered on about friends back home, stuck out her tongue to try to catch snowflakes on it, and kicked at the piles of snow forming on the gravel already.
“How much are we supposed to get?” she asked.
“No fucking clue. What am I? A weatherman?”
“Meghan suggested having someone take me to Elyria to get supplies to do everyone’s nails.”
“Are you asking me to take you?”
“Will you?”
He hated driving in the snow, but if it meant spending time with her, he’d deal with it. Elyria wasn’t that far away. “It needs to be today or tomorrow.” There was too much for him to do on days the club was open.
“When will you and Digger go to Brooklyn?”
He didn’t need to ask what she meant. “We’re working on that.”
She stopped walking and looked up at him with a serious expression. “And how long will it be before Vince is dead?”
A nasty shiver ran down his spine. Would she even miss the guy? “Digger has a plan in place. He’s just waiting for confirmation from the guy he’s got taking care of it.”
“Let me know how much he paid this man. I’ll reimburse him somehow.”
Christ. “You don’t have to do that. We both know plenty of guys who owe us favors. This one’s on the house.”
They started walking again, but he had to ask. “Marie, will you be sorry he’s dead?”
“No.”
“Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
She stopped again. “Jimmy, I’m not asking this because I need to know the details of your sex life, but how would you feel in my shoes?”
He had no answer.
“Imagine you asked a girl to marry you, and you assumed because she agreed that she loved you as much as you loved her. Then imagine you discovered she was only marrying you to use you and your family to further her own ambitions.
“Marie, you have every right to be—”
“Imagine you found out she never really loved you at all. And then imagine she intended to kill you? How the hell would you feel?”
He wished he could take back the question. “I’d feel the same as you do right now.” The magnitude of everything she’d gone through in the past few days finally hit him. “But to be fair, he only wanted to kill you after you helped Sofia get away.”
“True.”
“But you did say he put you down all the time.”
“All the time. About everything.”
“Is that a reason to want someone dead?”
They locked gazes for a long time. Vassago understood that she was scared, but surely there was some shred of remorse in there for the fact that a man she had agreed to marry would soon be dead.
“No. It’s not. You’re right. You must think I’m a cold, heartless person.”
“I think you’re a girl who grew up the same way Donny, Digger, and I did. And I think you found yourself in a situation where you made an impulsive decision, based on an old friendship, and a chance to get back at Vince. I don’t think you thought it through. And then when you realized what had happened, you knew you’d fucked up.”
She nodded as those big brown eyes filled with tears.
“And I think at some point before that, you must have hoped the marriage would work out, even if you were doing it for the wrong reasons.”
“Yes. Of course I did.”
“But now you see what your life would have been like with him, even if you hadn’t helped Sofia.”
“Yes. That’s it exactly.”
“So would you have broken off the engagement if that hadn’t happened, or would you have gone through with the marriage to a man you no longer loved, just to spite your parents?”
The emotions crossing her face gave him the answer before she finally spoke.
“Jesus, Jimmy. I don’t know. Wow. I know I should have been asking myself these questions before now, but you nailed it. I don’t know what I would have done.”
“Then maybe you need to find out? Because I wouldn’t want you to do the same thing to me.” He’d never intended to say it, but out it had come, regardless.
She looked like he’d punched her in the gut. “I would never hurt you like that. I swear it.”
“I hope not, Marie. Because I’ve gone out on a limb with Gorgon to insist you stay.”
“I know you have. Thank you.”
He’d made his point. Pushing her motives or dictating which emotions she should feel wouldn’t accomplish anything further. Vassago pulled her close. “It’s too fucking cold out here. Let’s take that ride into Elyria so you can go shopping.”