Chapter Eighteen

I breathed heavily, my head hanging forward, my balls still pulsating from my orgasm. This had been… fuck. A wild ride. Fucking Anna’s mouth, that was something I’d never forget. It wasn’t what I wanted, not nearly enough, but it was all I could have. Anna was taken, and I had to deal with it.

I opened my eyes. Anna was still in the bathroom. She was probably pissed for whatever reason. I stared at the door. I felt the irresistible urge to go to her. I wanted her close. With other women, I’d wanted to get away from them as fast as possible once the sex was over.

But I still longed for Anna, for more than what we’d just had, and not just on a physical level. I was a moron. Anna saw me as her plaything, as a nice way to entertain herself until she had to enter her marriage with Cliffy. I was a comfortable choice. I was always available and as an added bonus she could blackmail me. And I sure as hell was a better lay than Maurice, that was for sure.

I shook my head and dragged my eyes away from the door. I wouldn’t run after Anna no matter how much I wanted her close. I wouldn’t turn myself into more of a fool than I had already done. I had to draw a line somewhere.

I reached for a tissue to wipe my fingers and cock clean and paused when the white came away pink. I stared at my fingers and immediately my gaze darted to the bathroom door.

“Fuck,” I groaned. Anna had played me well, had made me believe in her little charade.

Damn it. I’d fingerfucked her so hard I’d taken her virginity.

I ran a hand through my hair. I should say something. I stepped closer to the bathroom. “Anna?” I called. Damn it. I hadn’t just fingerfucked her. I’d practically fucked her mouth too.

I was going to hell. Not that that was news but today I’d cemented a cozy place in hell for good.

Anna didn’t react.

“Anna, we need to talk!” I jerked up my pants and closed them, but didn’t bother pushing my shirt back in. “Anna, come on.”

The door opened and Anna stepped out in her nightgown. She wasn’t wearing makeup and if I wasn’t mistaken, her eyes were slightly red. My heart plummeted. I stared at her, searching for something to say. Anna had played me so often, but I knew the tears she’d cried in the bathroom weren’t fake.

I racked my brain for something gentle to say, maybe even apologize even if Anna had wanted what we’d done, had practically seduced me. Still, I felt like I had done something wrong.

I cleared my throat, making my voice as gentle as I was capable of, which still wasn’t much. Being gentle wasn’t my strong suit. “We should talk.”

Anna shoved past me. “I’m not in the mood to talk. You gave me what I wanted, now I want sleep.”

She breezed away and into her room before I had the chance to say another word, then she closed the door audibly.

I stayed where I was for a while. Part of me wanted to follow her, but what was I supposed to say?

And maybe it was better if I didn’t seek her out now because I was angry too. Angry because she’d pretended to be something she wasn’t. If I’d known she hadn’t done the deed with Maurice, I may have been able to hold on to my meager control.

Fuck, who was I kidding? I would have given in eventually.

I decided to wait until the morning to confront Anna again. We both needed time to clear our heads.

Of course, I couldn’t fall asleep that night. All I could think about was Anna lying in her bed and possibly crying. I wanted to protect her. Over the years my duty had become a deep urge. I wanted to keep her safe, even if she managed to make me want to kill her half the time.

I must have dozed off when I heard shuffling in the corridor. My eyes darted to the door, which opened a second later. Anna’s slender form appeared in the doorway. She leaned against it, regarding me. The light from the street allowed me to make out slightly more than outlines.

“I can’t sleep,” she said. Her voice was calm and quiet.

I sat up, the covers bunching at my waist. “I can’t sleep either.” Silence settled between us. “Do you want to talk?”

Anna nodded and came in. She perched on the bed, and I lifted my covers, not even thinking about it. She looked like she needed to be consoled and I wanted to be the one to do it. I couldn’t fight it. I wanted to have her close even if I was pissed.

The briefest smile flitted across Anna’s face, not her usual provocative or challenging smile, it was a small sweet smile, one that made my pulse speed up in a way it had never done because of a woman before. She crept under the covers and sat beside me with her back against the headboard. Then she looked at me. She didn’t say anything, only looked at me. I almost leaned forward and kissed her again. Having her in my bed was bound to lead to more unfortunate events.

“You should have told me the truth and not pretended to be experienced.”

“Who says I’m not experienced?” she asked haughtily.

I turned on the lamp on the nightstand, wanting to see the expression on her face. “Cut the games, Anna. There was blood on my fingers.”

Her gaze moved away and the hint of a blush traveled up her throat. Anna rarely avoided eye contact. She always held my gaze no matter how furious I was. I admired that about her. She was tough and clever, cunning even, which had made me forget that she used to be a sensitive girl. She’d learned to hide that side of her over the years. I wasn’t quite innocent about that development.

She shrugged as if it was irrelevant. “I’ve never been with Clifford, or Maurice, or anyone. What happened between us last night was the most I’ve ever done. I’ve always wanted it to be you who kissed me, touched me…” She shrugged again. “And I got what I wanted.”

I became very still.

“Now you know,” she said.

“Damn it, Anna,” I growled, focusing on my anger. Anna’s admittance wreaked havoc with my insides. “You should have told me sooner.”

“It doesn’t change anything.”

“It changes things.”

“It doesn’t. Don’t make a big deal out of it. I’m not. I just want some fun, and I know sleeping with you will be fun.”

“It’s a big deal. And we didn’t sleep with each other and we won’t.”

Fuck, but I wanted to. I wanted to forget my duties and Anna’s, and only listen to my body. And my heart.

“What about fucking? That’s what you’ve called it until now.”

“If I take your virginity, I’m not doing it by fucking you. Every time that follows after will be fucking.”

Did I really just suggest I pop her cherry? I should ask Anna to leave my bed and try to return to an appropriate polite distance. But when had we last managed polite distance?

“There’ll be more than one time?” Anna asked, angling her body toward me. She smelled of Yasmine and… me. This realization sealed my fate. Possessiveness and desire flooded me.

“There won’t even be one,” I lied, even as my body sprang to life, as I imagined making her mine at least temporarily. No other woman had ever made me feel such a myriad of emotions, and in such intensity, no less. With Anna, life was a rollercoaster ride. With her, I didn’t miss my days as Enforcer, never felt boredom.

“You don’t sound convinced,” she said.

“Because I’m not,” I admitted.

“Well, you could still fuck the French-Wench again if you don’t like my performance.”

What the fuck was she talking about? “I don’t care about your performance and from what I witnessed a few hours ago, I’d say it’ll be outstanding, but let me make something clear, I didn’t fuck Veronique or anyone else since we arrived in Paris.”

“Why not?” Anna asked.

I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t play dumb, Anna. You’re way too clever to be convincing.”

“Why not?” she repeated more firmly this time.

“Because of you, fuck it. You are in my head and I can’t get you out. I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life before.”

“I like the sound of that,” she whispered, smiling slightly, and leaned closer. She peered up at me and my gaze lingered on her lips. On lips that had given me pleasure yesterday evening. Seeing her now, without makeup and smiling sweetly, I couldn’t imagine fucking her mouth, but I knew there was another Anna. I wanted them both. Good girl Anna, and naughty Anna.

“I want this. I want us, in this moment in time. Like I said, I’m not bound to stay a virgin.”

“I’m sure your parents would disagree on this.” As if it still mattered. What had already happened between Anna and me was enough to make Dante kill me. I doubted he’d differentiate between me fucking Anna’s mouth or her pussy. I was a dead man either way. I couldn’t resist anymore and ran my palm over her arm and back. Anna immediately pressed into me, one hand on my chest.

“We’re both adults. If we want to have fun, then that’s our business. Don’t play noble, Santino.”

“I’m not,” I said with a smirk. Did she really think anything about me was noble? After what had happened last night? “But we’re both not acting like responsible adults when we’re around each other. I need to pretend to play by the rules at least. You seem to lose any sense of self-preservation around me.”

Fuck. I’d fucked her mouth and dipped my thumb into her ass before I’d even taken her virginity. I had a first class ticket to hell.

Anna pursed her lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You kept up the charade of being experienced just to prove a point.”

She didn’t say anything. I wished I knew what she was really thinking about what happened between us. She brought our faces closer. “I didn’t tell you because I knew it would have reinforced your will to stay professional. You wouldn’t have lost control if your protective streak had won out.”

I shook my head. She had me wrapped around her little finger.

“I’m fine, really.”

“You cried.” I still felt slightly sick thinking about it.

She actually rolled her eyes. “Because of our constant fighting, because it felt like you wanted to punish me for being with Maurice.”

“Not because you pretended to have slept with Maurice. I’ll be honest, I hated the idea of him being with you, but that’s not why I angry-fucked your mouth yesterday. I was just sick of your provocation, but mostly I was pissed at myself for my inability to stay cool and resist you.”

“Okay,” she said simply.

“I still can’t believe yesterday was the first time.” Someone fucked your mouth. With Anna smiling this sweetly at me, I couldn’t even say the words, much less let actions follow.

Anna lowered herself until she rested her chin on my chest, a teasing smile playing across her lips. “My first time with a cock in my mouth?”

Naughty Anna was back, and fuck me, I’d missed her.

“A cock in your mouth, and fingers in your ass and pussy.”

“I’ve had fingers in my pussy before.” She touched her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, obviously enjoying my facial reaction, the little vixen. “My own. Yours were slightly better.”

“Slightly, hmm?”

She shrugged, then lifted up on her elbows. Her face hovered in front of me. “I want to spend the night.”

I knew if she spent the night, we wouldn’t only be sleeping but I’d lost the fight today. I wanted more. I cupped her face and pulled her closer until our lips pressed against each other. Anna immediately leaned into the touch, her body softening against mine. Her softness against my hard muscles was a sensation I’d memorize forever.

“If you stay, you’ll know what’ll happen.”

“What?” she whispered against my lips but her hand already traveled down to my waistband where she found my cock tenting the fabric.

I kissed her again. “I’ll make you mine. You won’t sleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep. I want you.”

I rolled us over, pressing between her legs as I kissed her harder. Whatever happened tonight, I could still regret it tomorrow. I’d already lost control once. I wanted Anna, wanted her before anyone else could have her. Wanted her before Clifford got her.

Fuck, I just wanted her.

Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her pussy against my cock through our clothes. She began to shove down my sweatpants and I allowed her to do it by lifting my hips and getting up on my knees. I wasn’t wearing boxers so my cock sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around it, giving me a few firm strokes. She reached for her silk pants and pushed them down as well then tried to pull me down on her. I lowered myself, regarding the urgency on Anna’s face.

She reached for my cock and guided it to her opening. She seemed eager to get this over with. Was she worried I’d change my mind? Nothing on this planet would have made me change my mind now. My tip slid over Anna’s opening, which was slick but not nearly as wet as I wanted her, and I stifled a groan at how good the brief contact felt.

“Why the rush?” I murmured as I drew my lips across her collarbone and throat. Not that I wasn’t eager to fuck Anna, but she’d already bled with two fingers so I doubted shoving my cock into her without much preparation was a wise choice. “We have all night.”

“Why waste it on my first time when we could have sex multiple times?” she said with her trademark teasing smile.

I brought my hand between our bodies, stroking her sensitive flesh, my thumb drawing small circles on her clit. Anna kissed me impatiently. “I’m ready. I want this. Don’t hold back just because you think you have to. Treat me like you would any other woman.”

But she wasn’t like any other woman.

I kissed her then followed her demands as I hooked her leg over my waist and settled between her legs, my tip pressing up to her opening. I knew this wasn’t going to work but if Anna wanted something she wouldn’t stop until she got it.

I shifted my hips, pushing my tip into her. Anna winced, her nails digging into my arms. Her expression pitched with pain and her body tightened not just visibly. Her walls squeezed the life out of me, which caused a mix of intense pleasure and slight discomfort for me.

“I told you so.”

She scowled. “Don’t be a smartass now.” She pushed out a breath then shook her head. “Okay, you were right but I thought it would be easy because your fingers already did most of the job yesterday.”

I smiled wryly. “My cock’s bigger than two fingers.”

“Yeah.”

She couldn’t pretend anymore. And I didn’t want her to. Anna still wanted to prove a point, to show me she was all woman. But now it was my turn to show her I was a man who’d make sure the girl he was with enjoyed the ride. I pulled out of her slowly.

“I know you like to have things go your way, but now it’s my turn to be in control, and you’ll follow my lead. No more arguments. You’ll do as I say for once.”

“Yes, Sir,” Anna said with a laugh.

I chuckled then pushed up on my elbows. I helped Anna into a sitting position before I slid her chemise over her head, revealing her pretty breasts. I lowered my head, catching a nipple between my lips. Anna sighed, her hand cupping my head as I worshipped her breast. Her skin was smooth and smelled marvelous. I couldn’t get enough of it, of her. Of her moans, her twitches. I licked a trace over to her other breast, giving it the same attention that I had the first.

My cock rubbed over the covers torturously, mourning the loss of Anna’s tightness, but fuck, I’d make good on my word and give Anna a marvelous time. I trailed my hand down her belly, over her brown triangle to her pussy. Her lips were slick with arousal, far more than before, and I pushed her legs apart to have better access. My lips found hers for a deep kiss as I began to scissor her slowly, really taking my time to make her feel every stroke. Anna’s eyes brimmed with desire as she locked eyes with mine. Her cheeks were flushed and she was beginning to sweat as our bodies garnered heat from our closeness. I stroked a finger over her sensitive opening, and she answered with a tilt of her head, seeking penetration. I kept teasing her, my fingers brushing her folds and her opening lightly.

Then I finally slid my middle finger into her while my other fingers pressed against her folds, massaging them. She clutched at my arms, her breathing growing more labored. I fucked her slowly, savoring the moment. I hadn’t done nearly enough of it yesterday. I lowered my mouth to her hard nipple once more, teasing it with my lips and tongue, while my thrusts sped up. Anna met me thrust for thrust, desperate for release.

I added a second finger and slowed briefly until she relaxed around me. By now Anna was close, her body taut as a bowstring as she got closer to the edge. I pressed my thumb against her clit as I thrust into her and Anna arched up, her eyes pressing shut as she cried out. I lifted my head to watch her but never slowed my fingers which slid in and out of her easily now. When Anna stilled, I stopped too, and gently pulled out my fingers. This time there was no blood. I smirked and lowered myself on top of her once more. Tracing my nose along her cheek, I sucked in her scent once more. Now she smelled even headier, sweeter, and more like me.

Almost mine.

Anna and I kissed for a few minutes, legs entangled, our sweaty bodies flush against each other. My cock was nestled between Anna’s thighs, my tip sliding along Anna’s clit as I shifted my hips. She moaned softly. “Try again.”

I chuckled at her impatience, then shook my head. “Not yet. There’s no price for rushing this, trust me. I want your body desperate for more, ready to take all of me.”

“I’m ready to take all of you,” she muttered stubbornly.

“What did I tell you?”

“To be a good girl and obey?”

I closed my eyes with a groan, then shook my head. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

“Take me.”

I chuckled again then opened my eyes and climbed down her body until I was nestled between her spread legs. “Soon, but first…” I kissed her swollen pussy lips, then brushed her clit with the tip of my tongue. “…this.”

I welcomed the subtle saltiness as I dragged my tongue over her puffy pussy. It was slightly red and sore from my finger fucking and my tip. I pressed my cheek against her inner thigh, putting my head down comfortably before I began to lick her. Anna was still sensitive from her orgasm so I took my time. This time I didn’t devour her in fury. I savored her like my last meal and was rewarded with moans and even more arousal. Soon, even I couldn’t hold back anymore, too desperate to finally have her.

I climbed back up, reached for a condom in my drawer, and rolled it down my cock before I lowered myself on top of Anna. “Was I good enough to be rewarded?” Anna asked.

“More than good,” I said in a low voice, then added roughly. “I want the real you. No pretense, no games. Be you when I’m in you. Give me the real Anna.”

Anna swallowed but softened further. I bent down for another kiss and shifted my hips, sliding into her. She felt like perfection, and as wet as she was her body welcomed me readily. When she tensed, I went even slower, allowing her body to adapt.

When I’d settled all the way in her, we stared at each other, our breathing labored. This felt right in a way I’d never be able to put into words.

Anna never took her eyes off me when I began to move inside of her, slow and controlled at first, but soon I held back less, letting Anna’s moans guide my movements. A few strands clung to her sweaty forehead and she clutched my biceps every time I pushed into her. Her hips rose to meet my thrusts with breathless moans that sounded like music to my ears. Soon my control began to slip and despite Anna’s moans and her eagerness I could tell she wouldn’t come again, so I let loose, really allowing myself to focus on the feel of Anna’s walls around my cock.

When I came, her hold on me tightened and I pressed my nose into her throat as I succumbed to a wave of pleasure. Anna raked her fingers through my hair, her nails scraping my scalp in a way that sent another pleasant shiver through my body even as my cock still twitched inside of her. This had been… wow.

When I stilled, Anna did too. She released a small, happy smile, sounding almost relieved, which made me chuckle in turn. I lifted my head with a sardonic smile. “Glad it’s over?”

She grinned that cheeky grin I usually despised but now found almost endearing. “Far from it.”

“Good,” I rasped. Because there was no way I could stay away from Anna now.