I don’t know what the fuck this crazy bitch wants from me. One minute I’m flirting with this hot broad who brought me a drink, and the next she’s grabbing my dick in a bar full of people.

Jesus.

I didn’t know what to expect when she made a beeline for me at the bar, but I was fully committed to spending the next fifteen or twenty minutes torturing her before taking her home and fucking the shit out of her. Then her hand moved up my thigh and my cock sprung to life. Heat rushed into my veins like whiskey and all I could think about was how it felt. It was as if we had fucked many times before. She surprised me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from my cock, my heart pounding in my ears as my dick twitched and twitched in my pants.

What a crazy bitch.

What a crazy, hot bitch.

Red flags blaze at me at the back of my mind, but her hand rolls over my groin and squeezes. It lengthens underneath her delicate fingers. She’s a Mafia princess. I thought that she was probably uptight and boring like the rest of the girls connected with the life.

Within a few seconds of apologizing, she grabbed my cock.

So much for that theory.

Elena’s pretty smile makes my heart clench again, or maybe it’s the fact that she keeps stroking my cock. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate. Unconsciously I slap some money on the bar and catch Tommy’s eye near the back. He grins at me and shakes his head, disappearing to the back.

Go ahead and tell Johnny about this, I don’t give a fuck.

I love easy pussy, and this one seems wild. What the fuck would possess a chick to grab a stranger’s cock? She’s either horny out of her mind or on drugs, but her eyes look clear to me.

I close my hand over her wrist and pull her body over my lap. “Hold on a second, hon.”

She sighs, shifting her hips over my lap. My cock makes a loud protest that I try to ignore.

“What is it?”

“Tell me what you want.”

The last time she saw me, she asked me to kill her ex.

An irritated look flashes over her face. “Do you want to take me home or not?”

Whoa.

“I’ll take you home and fuck you in due time, but first I want to know what you want from me.”

Her fingers brush against my neck and her lips fall against mine. She kisses me, if you can call that a kiss. Tantalizing lips and tongue brush over my mouth, barely there. It heats my chest and makes my heart pound.

“I haven’t had good sex in months.”

“What changed between now and the last time you saw me?” I say in a low voice.

“I—I was overwhelmed with personal things.”

I don’t buy it—not the fact that she doesn’t want to fuck me—but that she doesn’t want anything from me. She asked me to get rid of her ex the first time. She’ll probably ask again.

Whatever. I just want to fuck her.

“All right, let’s get out of here.”

Elena returns from the back of the bar, all dressed up for the outdoors, but leaves her wool coat open, probably so that I can’t miss her cleavage.

Nothing about this girl makes sense. She acts like an unapologetic slut, but she doesn’t look like one. There’s very little makeup on her face, and what little there is enhances her natural beauty. She looks like the girl next door. Innocent. Fresh.

I stiffen as she bumps against my side and slides her small hand in mine. Then I smile to myself. Definitely not a whore.

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” she says immediately.

My cock stirs when she looks at me under her eyelashes. Damn, this chick fucking wants me. It’s suspicious, but my dick could care less. I take her to my car and my hand slips from hers. I open the door for her, and she smiles and gets in.

She rubs her fingers for warmth as I start the car and gives me a wide, playful grin.

I’m going to have you every which way.

I must be driving 80 kilometers per hour down these fucking streets. Her hand lies on my thigh like a hot brand. Her fingers make small movements, driving me nuts as she slowly inches closer and closer to my groin.

I nearly blow through a red light, and she laughs. The sound of her laughter echoes in my car, and I catch a glimpse of her smiling face. Strands of her hair cling to her mouth as she laughs and then she slowly pulls them away from her face, and I want to keep looking at her.

Jesus. Get in control.

Finally I park outside my brownstone. My heart beats steadily, slowly picking up the pace as it realizes how close I am to getting my cock wrapped in her pussy. Then her hand curls around my arm just as I’m about to open the door. I turn my head, and she curls her arms around my neck and kisses me. She shoves her goddamn tongue down my throat. It’s fucking hot, I immediately go for her tits. I unbutton the top of her blouse, exposing a black lace bra and her creamy-white tits. She inhales a sharp breath as I slide my hand under her bra and squeeze her. I love her warmth.

I break from her mouth and grab a fistful of her hair. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right now in this car.”

“You can do anything you want with me.”

I let out a small groan as I look at the door. It’s all the way over there.

Take her inside. The last thing Johnny needs is one of his guys getting busted for public indecency.

“Get out of the car.” The voice I use surprises me, but she obeys instantly.

I get out with a little bit of difficulty and drape my coat to cover my rock-hard erection. Smiling, she walks up to me and takes my hand, leading me toward the door.

When we’re at the top of the steps, my head burns with the things I want to do to this broad. Her chest flushes with color as I pin her against the door, and I dig my cock into her thigh so that she knows how hard I am. Elena’s dark eyes flash at me when I take her small chin between my fingers.

“Not many girls get me this turned-on.”

Her tits bump against my chest as she straightens. My heart flips when she kisses me, and I sigh into her, moving forward, but she pulls back with a slick smile. She’s got me right where she wants me.

Fuck.

“I want to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

It turns me on to hear how eager she is to please me, but I really doubt she’ll make that much of a lasting impression.

“What makes you think you’re going to be the best? I’ve been with a lot of women, and I’ll be with a lot more after you.”

She gives me a smoldering look. “Because I want you more than anyone else you’ve been with.”

Wow.

Her fingers splay over the back of my neck, making my skin tingle as she plants another soft kiss on my mouth.

Well, fuck me.

This girl could be completely out of her mind, but I can handle her. I’ve fucked crazy chicks before.

Who the fuck cares, moron! Shut up and fuck her!

She tries to open the door, even though it’s locked. My laughter echoes in the street, and she turns to me with a blush.

“Slow down, ma belle. You’ll taste my cock soon enough.”

When I finally approach my door, she slips between my arms. Her hot mouth descends over my neck and she unbuttons my dress shirt, and I know there won’t be any bullshit the moment we step through that door. No getting drinks or making boring small talk or watching a movie. We’ve barely said any words to each other, and I’m hard enough to pound nails. The keys miss the hole several times—it’s hard to concentrate when her hand’s on my dick and she keeps jerking me off through my slacks. Finally the door bursts open and her hands yank my coat, pulling me inside.

Normally I like to take control, but this is so fucking hot that I just let her. The door slams shut and silence descends over us, but it’s not awkward. It’s simmering.

Her eyes widen slightly as she stands in my apartment, suddenly looking vulnerable. My hips bump into hers, and I sweep back her hair from her face. A strange feeling clenches my heart when I look at her. I don’t understand it.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

A switch seems to flip inside her and her hands sweep off my coat. Then they latch over my belt and she pulls me forward, grinning.

“It’s my turn to fuck you the way I want, since I asked for it first.”

Actually I asked for it first, but I let her take control. I don’t know how long I’ll last—there won’t be anything in the world to stop me from throwing her over my kitchen table if she keeps teasing me.

I pull her close to me, the very smell of her hair arousing me. Everything about her makes it so fucking hard not to act out on my urges. “I can’t promise you that I’ll wait for my turn.”

Elena smirks in response and leads me into my living room, where there’s a large mirror. She drags a chair in front of the mirror and pushes me hard into it. It makes me laugh, but I pretend to stumble backward into it. She stands close enough for me to see the stitching of her clothes, and then she rips them off. I follow the hem of her shirt as she pulls it over her creamy-white skin, over the swell of her breasts, and then I watch her toss her head as the shirt sails into the air. A seductive smile spreads over her face as she slowly undoes the clasp of her bra. Fuck, she’s good at it. I feel as though I’m watching a professional strip show, except none of them ever made me this fucking hard in my life. The straps torturously fall down her arms one by one, and then the bra falls from her tits, which are big enough for me to lose myself in.

Holy fucking Christ.

“Maddon, you have great tits.”

I’m desperately trying to keep my cool—to not grab her—

“You think so?” she says innocently, as if the bitch doesn’t already fucking know.

The small pink nipples contract in the air, and I want so badly to grab her fucking waist and fondle her tits. I want to bite her neck and her nipples and sink my teeth into her collarbone. I want her.

She bends over before I can act on it, and I stare at her tits drooping down into perfect teardrop shapes. Her leggings snag at her waist and she pulls them all the way off her small, hairless thighs. Then her shaven pussy glistens in the low light.

Oh Jesus.

She plays with my belt. The sound is almost painful to my ears. I want to rip it off and fuck her, and use the belt to make big welts on her ass for taking so fucking long. I’m completely out of my element, and I’m not used to it. I’m used to ordering the girl around, getting what I want.

I’m about ten seconds away from losing all control.

My slacks pull down to my knees, and my cock jumps as she rips my briefs down. Then she straddles my waist, grabbing me in her fist, her tits in my face. Oh God, tits. She sinks down, right over my throbbing cock. Her wet cunt completely swallows it.

Condom!

I don’t give a fuck right now. Elena’s beautiful body rises, her tits slapping my face as she sinks back down on me with that incredible, wet heat gripping my cock. She moans in my ear.

“You’re so fucking big. So deep—ah!”

She fucks me hard, riding my cock like I’m a goddamn bull, and I take her hips in my hands. It’s overwhelming—her tits in my face, her tiny waist moving up and down. Her sweet pussy swallowing me. God, it’s been so long since I’ve fucked a girl bareback, I forgot how good it was.

Her lips attack mine with a passion I’ve never experienced before, even in all my drug-induced, frenzied fucks. Her hands fuck up my hair, and then she yanks as she drops down hard, my balls smacking against her pussy. Then she turns my head to the side.

“Look.”

I see myself in the mirror, laughing and half-dressed as a naked girl bounces on my lap, her tits slapping my face. She grinds herself on my cock as she twists with a moan. Fuck, it’s an incredibly hot sight. I could stare at her all fucking day.

“Do you like this?”

“Fuck yes.”

The sounds of her body bouncing on me are almost enough to make me come. She pants from the exertion of bouncing on me, moaning when I lift my hips to fuck her deep. Then suddenly she raises herself from my waist, and cold air hits my wet dick.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Sucking your cock.”

She’s already between my knees, gripping my iron rod of a dick in her hands. Her mouth slides over my length, and it’s like slipping into paradise. Tight, hot, wet. Her tongue slides down me as her mouth sucks the juices from her pussy. Fuck. Holy fuck.

My nerves scream as she moves her wet little mouth up and down me, nearly gagging at times. The sweet, innocent Mafia princess can suck cock like a champ. It blows my mind. A growing pressure behind my dick fills me with a burning desire to fuck the shit out of her mouth, but she’s determined to control everything. I get a nice view of her body as she sucks me off, and then she does something with her mouth. A stream of precum flows out of me as she uses my cock like a lollipop, the obscene, sucking noises almost too much for me. I pop out of her mouth and she grins at me, still fisting me.

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

“I like that idea.”

Suddenly she climbs over my lap again and aims my aching cock toward her pussy. A delicious sigh leaves her mouth as she sinks down. Her thighs smack against mine as she fucks me furiously, her tits smashed against my face. I’ve never been fucked like this before—Holy shit!

My hands curl over her shoulders and I drive my hips upward, my lips meeting hers. Her tongue, honeyed with some sweet drink, sweeps into my mouth as her teeth bite down. She’s fucking wild. My heart pounds in my chest like a battering ram, and then she sweeps my hair from my face and kisses me again. It’s intense, almost as if I’m some kind of long-lost lover.

Her cunt squeezes me as she sinks down hard enough to hurt my balls, and then they tighten. It’s building up—this girl’s going to make me fucking come in five minutes like some kind of chump.

“I-I’m going to—”

Cold air stings me again as she leaps off and sinks to her knees. Her hot mouth swallows me again, a ring of pressure around the base of me. She takes my hand and places it behind her head, and I ball my fingers in her hair.

She wants me to fuck her mouth.

I oblige the filthy slut, digging my cock inside her as deep as she’ll take me—which is really fucking deep. Her lips brush the base of my balls and her tongue sweeps me from side to side, igniting a million pleasure nerves. I choke her throat. It makes me fucking insane to hear the sounds my dick makes when it moves down her bulging neck. Then I grab the sides of her head and I feel it—a hot rush of cum bursting through my cock.

My moan echoes throughout the kitchen as I bury myself deep, my manhood spurting long jets in the back of her throat. She keeps her mouth sealed and sucks every drop from me. Ecstasy shakes my thighs as I keep pumping inside her, until finally her lips pop from me. She rises to her feet and sits on my lap.

And then I feel incredibly unsatisfied.

I wanted her pussy, and I got her mouth.

She wraps her arms around my neck, still giving me that unsettling, deep stare. “Next time, you get to fuck me however you like.”

A grin spreads across my face. Next time? Who said there would be a next time? But I know that there will be. She’s too damn hot and willing. I know it’s against my rules—I know that I’m supposed to kick her out now, but I can’t help it. I want her again. And again.

“I liked what you did with your mouth.” My fingers trace her lips, and then I lean forward, inexplicably drawn to her. She kisses me as though she wants me again, and then I reach underneath for her pussy and it’s still soaking wet.

Well, well, well.

“I’m on birth control, by the way.”

Part of me doesn’t believe her, and part of me doesn’t give a shit.

She squeals as I stand up with her in my arms and pivot on the spot, heading for my bedroom. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight. You won’t be able to walk straight for a week because you’ve been with me. I let you have your fun, and now it’s my turn.”

Elena gives me a coy smile as I set her down on my bed, and she immediately plays with my cock. It grows in her hands as I feel the blood pulse through it. Goddamn it. How does she do that to me?

Her hair fans out behind her as she lies on her back, her knees pushed together. My eyes wander down her thighs to her swollen pussy, still wet for me.

“I want you to fuck me until I’m numb. Even when I beg you to stop.”

“Yeah? You want more of this?”

She does. Elena smiles under her eyelashes.

“Go ahead and suck it like a good slut.”

A faint blush tinges her cheeks as she sits up on her knees and does exactly what I asked her. I sigh as her lips pass over the head of my cock to make that wonderful, sucking noise that immediately gets my dick hard.

She’s good enough to make me want to come inside her pretty mouth again. Watching her lick every drop from me was amazing, but I want her to get hot for me. I want her to beg me for more.

I pull my hips away from her and she looks up at me with a questioning look. Then I smooth my hand over her flushed tits and gently push her back down.

“Spread those beautiful legs for me.”

They’re so soft. I run my hands along her inner thighs as she opens them for me, exposing her pink pussy. My mouth waters just thinking about having her buck against my tongue.

I spread a hand over her belly as I kneel down between her legs and breathe in her scent. It’s heady with the smell of us combined. She looks at me.

“Tony.”

Then her voice lifts into a cry as my mouth smothers her pussy. My tongue flicks her clit, already swollen with need, and then I lick her all the way back to the front. Her back arches and her legs shiver. She reaches out, trying to touch me, and her knees tighten around my head.

And I smile against her cunt.

“Please, Tony—please don’t!”

It sounds as though she’s crying for the opposite. She fists the sheets, bucking madly as my chin runs with her juices. My tongue fucks her deeper as my mouth sucks her little clit, and then I pull back when her breathing quickens.

“Fuck me!”

I want to. My cock is hard enough so that I feel every painful throb of my heart through the veins in my dick. She’s soaking wet and her pussy will let me glide through without any resistance, and everything inside me thinks that I’m fucking crazy for not fucking her already.

My fingers slide right through her pussy, curling upward. When she makes a sharp moan, I know I’ve hit the right spot. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I tongue her clit. It’s so fucking wet, and then she pounds the mattress with her fist.

“Just fuck me already! Please!”

I laugh, my breath billowing over her clit. “You want me that badly?”

My mouth makes a seal on her inner thigh and I suck until there’s a bright-red mark. Her face twitches as if she’s in pain, and then she grabs my hand.

“I wanted you the moment I saw you.”

I’m ready with a sneer the moment the words leave her mouth. She has no idea how many women I’ve been through. I don’t give a fuck about anything, but when she looks at me like that, I believe her.

I take her in my arms—she doesn’t weigh a thing—and I carry her to the living room, dick throbbing. My high-rise has a wall of glass separating the building from the outside. Elena’s cheeks darken when she realizes what I have planned, but she doesn’t object.

I want the whole world to see us fucking.

She slides from my waist, and I rip the shirt and tie from my body, gazing out into the cold outdoors. There are countless glowing windows on the other side of the street. We’re easily visible. Everyone’s going to be able to see her tits pressed up against the glass as I fuck her from behind.

Elena hesitates as I turn her around so that she can see the faint outline of her reflection.

“This is—I—”

My lips bend to her ear. “If you want my cock, you’ll bend over and place your palms flat on the glass.”

My arm wraps around her tits and gives them a squeeze, and for a moment I think she’s going to chicken out. She freezes.

Then she bends over obediently, palms flat against the glass. She waits for me, her thighs quivering. Her head lifts so that anyone looking will see the expressions on her face. Her cheek presses against the glass as I aim my dick inside her slick pussy and ease in. Fuck, she feels good.

Her walls let me glide right in, opening up for my cock. She lifts her head and gasps when I grind against her hips. I jerk toward me as I pound her in earnest, screams ripping from her throat to bounce all around us as I nail her against the glass. She forgets all about her embarrassment and flattens her elbows against the cold wall.

“Tony! Oh my God!”

Yes, that’s what I was fucking waiting for. Scream for me, honey.

She’s bouncing against my cock so hard that her tits swing back and forth in beautiful, teardrop shapes. I reach under her and grope one of them as she tries to turn her head with a smoldering look that makes me want to come all over her face.

I want more of her.

She straightens her back as I tighten my arm around her waist, lifting her up to fuck her hard against the glass. Her tits press against it and I imagine the sight from the other side: two huge tits in perfect circles, the side of her face a mask of frustration and pleasure. I think I see a light flicker from the opposite side of the street, and a dark figure stands silhouetted against the light. He’s facing us.

A thrill shoots up my spine as I hammer her wet cunt, her cries almost frantic now. What a beautiful sound, and it’s all for me. The pressure builds up in my balls, and I see myself thrusting behind her sexy ass, arms wrapped around my woman as I claim her pussy.

Then it rips through me like the force of a bomb. My groan mingles with her shouts as I bury myself deep, and then incredible relief fires into my veins as I blast cum into her soaked pussy. I grab her throat as I thrust hard, and she twists in my arms slightly to kiss me. Her stung lips part into a small moan as I slide in and out of her.

I feel lightheaded.

I pull out, watching as cum slips out and runs down her legs. Anxiety suddenly punctures my euphoria. I always use a condom. Always. How did this girl make me forget to use one?

We collapse on the couch together and she sits across my legs, nuzzling my neck.

“I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”

Calm settles over my limbs as I let her curl up next to me. I always hate this part—the coming down from a high that always makes me feel a goddamn void. It’s usually also the time I start my countdown to the minutes I gently ask the girl to leave, but I don’t feel like I’m in a hurry this time.

I rub the back of her neck as she plants kisses on my throat, and it’s more than pleasant. Something uncomfortable bristles inside me.

Fuck. I shouldn’t let her stay long.

“I know.”

“You’re a confident guy, aren’t you?”

“I am when it comes to fucking.”

My skin shivers when she gives me a kiss right under my ear.

“You should be.”

Elena pulls back and beams at me. The smile she gives me makes me want her again, but I’ve already broken my rules once. She needs to get the fuck out.

“I’ve got work to do tonight.”

She stiffens as she recognizes the dismissal and her eyes suddenly look so sad that it’s like a knife to my gut.

“No you don’t.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “Sorry, hon, but I do.”

Her lip quivers and I see the destruction all over her. Her eyes swim and a tear runs down her cheeks. I’m used to seeing chicks crying all the time, most of the time from rage, but this is different. This makes me feel bad. Not just in a general guilty sense, but in a way that makes my blood cold.

She takes my face in her hands and bites down on her lip viciously. “Please let me stay the night.”

There’s a tugging feeling in my chest that I despise. She runs her thumb over the stubble on my jaw and pleads me with her eyes. I think about those bruises on her neck.

“Why?”

Let her fucking stay!

Elena shakes her head violently. “I just need to stay here for one night. Just let me stay here, and I swear I’ll never bother you again if that’s what you want.”

The red flags are in flames.

The sweetness evaporates from my voice. “All right. I don’t usually do this, but I’ll let you stay so long as you don’t give me drama in the morning.”

She flinches from the coldness in my voice, but nods gratefully.

“Thank you.”

The warmth from her body disappears as she gets up from my lap and pads to the entrance to gather her clothes, and I hate the sting of cold from her absence. Blood pounds in my head as I go back inside my bedroom and pick a pair of boxers. The nagging feeling grows as I brush my teeth in the bathroom.

She’ll give me a hard time in the morning. I just know it. She’ll cry. She’ll moan. She’ll complain.

Fucking idiot. Shouldn’t have told her she could stay.

The mattress sinks as I sit down and wait for her to come inside. Ten minutes later I stand up with a growl and search for her. What the fuck is she doing?

Then I see her body curled up on the couch, trembling from the cold.

What a fucking asshole you are, Tony.

It hits my gut, seeing her like that. She thinks I want her on the couch, that she’s not good enough for my bed. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I just don’t want attachments. My shirtless reflection glares at me from the glass window, and I fix my expression, walking toward the curled-up girl. She stiffens when I lay my hand on her head.

“Come.”

“It’s okay,” she says in a reedy voice. “I’m fine.”

“Come.”

My mother didn’t raise me to be an asshole to girls. I take her hand and she follows me into the bedroom. I crawl under the sheets, and she follows swiftly, adding her warmth to my king-sized bed.

“Thanks, Tony.”

Don’t thank me.

I don’t want to feel anything for her. That’s the whole fucking point of my “one night” rule. I turn my back on my guilt and shut the light, imagining the grateful smile on her face in the dark.

* * *

A soft feeling on my cheek, and then lips kissing my eyes open.

It’s peaceful. Beautiful. Then I look directly into her dark eyes, slightly creased with sadness.

The warmth in my chest disappears and I adjust myself under the sheets, noticing with a delayed fog that her naked tits press into my chest. My cock wakes up sharply and my eyes flare open. From the look on her face, she isn’t wearing anything else.

Well, that’s one way to wake up.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle.”

“Hi.” Elena’s lips seal against mine as her hand anchors over my cock. It stiffens almost immediately, and Elena pulls back, smirking.

“I didn’t fuck you hard enough last night?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

My mouth gapes open slightly as I feel heat rolling from her body. She’s not lying—I can feel her wetness when I curl my hand between her thighs. It comes back soaking.

I just can’t let her leave unsatisfied.

Fuck yes.

My body rolls to the side and I yank open the nightstand drawer, fishing for a condom. Using my teeth, I tear it open and roll it over my rock-hard cock. No frills. Just a quick, hard fuck. She wraps her legs around me and gasps as I fuck her pussy, hammering her hard until she clutches my shoulders, screaming. It’s different when you can see their faces clearly in the daylight. Every vulnerability is laid out in the open for me, and Elena bares it all. She doesn’t hide.

Her back arches, thrusting her tits into my chest as I bury myself as deep as I can. If I could fuck every feeling away, I would. Then my legs shudder and I groan into her neck as her pussy clenches over my cock. She digs her nails into my scalp and then sinks into the sheets as the orgasm wipes every worry from her face.

I collapse beside her, breathing hard. My dick is fucking sore, and for once I’m not in a hurry to make her leave. I’m just exhausted. She curls next to me, her arm splayed across my chest.

It’s a nice view. Christ, she’ll be masturbation material for a long time.

The events of last night slide over my eyes like a highly graphic porn video, and I smile to myself as I stroke her back lightly. Then I remember her tears when I asked her to leave and the smile disappears. She nearly begged me to stay the night. Why?

“Why were you so upset last night?”

I tell myself I shouldn’t care—I don’t care, but it’s a curiosity.

Elena’s face freezes, but she stays silent.

“I did what you wanted. Can’t you at least tell me why I had to let you stay?”

The breath hitches in her throat and she opens and closes her mouth. I start to get impatient, but I force myself to wait it out.

Let her talk.

“I needed a safe place to crash.”

I thought it had something to do with the ex.

“Call the cops.”

“He’ll kill me before I can get a restraining order.”

I won’t lie, it’s not uncommon to hear about a wise guy slapping around his girl. It’s frowned upon, but tolerated because no one ever sees the abuse. There’s always an explanation for the bruises, even though we all know the truth. It sickens me. One of the many things I can’t stand about the life.

“So your solution is to what? Fuck me? Get him jealous or something?”

“No, I just didn’t want to be home.”

Acrid bile rises in my throat when I look at her worried face.

“Johnny told me to keep an eye on you.”

She lets out a sound through her nose. “What the fuck?”

“He just wants to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

For a moment she looks furious and I brace myself for the hell storm that’s sure to follow, but she deflates almost instantly.

“Please don’t make me go back to him.”

The fear trembling her voice makes me curious. It also adds a bad taste to my mouth.

“No one’s going to make you do anything, but no one’s going to help you either.”

She says nothing for a while. “I just don’t want to be with him.”

A gaunt look overcomes her face. Her eyes are listless as they stare into mine and then drop away. She slides away from my arms to sit on the edge of the bed. There’s nothing but the coarse sound of her legs moving over the sheets, and somehow it’s grating to my ears.

Something goes through me when I watch her bent-over back. Self-disgust, maybe. Elena bends her face into her hands for a few seconds before inhaling a long breath, and I have a sudden desire to slide next to her and wrap an arm around her, but I don’t make a move. She picks up her clothes one by one and pulls them on. The misery on her face bothers me more than I’d like to admit, but there’s nothing I can do for her. Nothing. If I laid a hand on him, I would get killed. Made members aren’t allowed to be touched without permission.

I’m willing to fuck her, but not to stick my neck out for her.

I really am a bastard.

I open my mouth, but there’s really nothing to say to her. Not when she’s leaving my place, and I’ll probably never be alone with her again. Though I suppose I’ll see her if she works at Tommy’s bar.

“Can I have your number?”

The question startles me, and I hate myself even more when I have to turn her down.

“Sorry, but I never see a girl twice.”

Disappointment floods her pretty face as she nods. Thank God, she doesn’t cry.

I walk her to the door, grappling with changing my goddamn mind, and then she whirls around to grab my shoulders. Hanging in the doorway, she kisses me as though it’s the last time. I suppose it is, but no one’s ever made me aware of that quite like her.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Her thigh bumps into my cock as she crushes her mouth against mine. A weak feeling spreads through my limbs and I grin when she reaches around to grab my ass.

“I guess I should count myself lucky that you fucked me more than once.”

I like the fact that she just brushes it off as though it’s nothing. She’s not a crier. She’s tough.

Elena’s flushed lips pull into a sad smile as she steps back from me and gives me a little wave.

“See you.”

“Bye.”

Then I watch her flounce down the steps and walk down the street. I keep watching her even though the cold rolls over my bare feet and makes them numb.