Chapter 3

Ishould warn him. Tell him who I am. It’s obvious he has no idea, but I kind of like that. I like not being known as the mafia princess. As the Valentino Princess. It’s refreshing.

Or maybe he does know and just doesn’t care.

If that were true, he’d be the first person I’ve come across who, one, didn’t fear my family. And two, didn’t want to try to gain something through me. I’ve gotten used to it. I’ve never really known any differently.

Right now, the only vibes I’m getting from Travis are the ones telling me just how much he wants to get in my pants. Which I’m totally on board with. A girl has needs, and those needs went into overdrive the moment I saw him in nothing but a white towel. Water dripping down his body. And what a freaking body it is.

My legs squeeze together, trying to ease some of the building pressure.

“You doing okay over there?” Travis asks, humor in his voice.

“Just fine. How far is your place?”

“About twenty. Why?”

“No reason,” I tell him. I can wait twenty minutes before I jump his bones. It’s only twenty minutes. I can do this. I try to distract myself, think about anything other than the hunk sitting next to me.

Travis’s hand lands on my upper thigh. I jump at the contact. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t have to come home with me, you know. I can drive you to your place,” he offers.

“I’m fine. I just… I’m horny, okay? So if you could speed this whole thing up a bit, I’d appreciate it,” I admit.

His neck snaps in my direction and there’s a huge smile on his face.

“Don’t look like you won the golden ticket. I like sex. It could be with anyone really. You just happen to be the one I’m going home with tonight.” It’s a lie. Not the whole liking sex part; the I’d go home with anyone part. I don’t. I wouldn’t. But I needed to wipe that cocky-ass smirk off his face somehow. And it worked.

“So you do this often then?” he says, his tone much more serious.

“Not really.” I shrug.

The rest of the ride is silent, the feel of his thumb rubbing up and down my jean-clad thigh driving me insane. I think he knows exactly what his touch is doing to me too.

Travis parks the car. I don’t have the chance to grab the handle when he’s jumping out and prying my door open from the other side. And before I manage to take a step forward, my back is pressed up against metal and his mouth finds my neck. My fingers grip his hoodie, holding onto him.

“Just so we’re clear. I’m going to fucking ruin you for life. No other man will ever be able to give you the kind of pleasure I plan to give you tonight.” His raspy voice sends shivers right down my spine.

“You talk a big game. Sure you can deliver on that?”

“Let’s find out.” He steps away and I’m suddenly left cold, wanting to pull him back against me. I drop my hands from his hoodie.

Travis wraps his arm around my shoulders and starts leading me towards the elevators. That’s when I notice where we are and dig my feet into the ground.

“You live here?” I ask him.

“Yeah, last I checked.”

“What floor? What apartment?”

“Fifteen, apartment twenty-two.”

“I’m going to follow you up. Give me five minutes,” I tell him.

“Why?”

“Just… trust me. If I go in there with you, the night is not going to end the way you’re expecting.” Shit. How do I tell him my family owns this building? That they have cameras everywhere and the men who monitor them aren’t just regular security guards. They work for my father. They’re his soldiers.

If they notice me going inside with a guy, they’re going to report that back. But if I walk in by myself, no one will care. They’ll just think I’m using the penthouse.

“Okay. See you in five.” Travis pulls a card from his wallet. “Use this to get in,” he says.

I nod my head while feeling like a complete idiot. But it’s either this or risk having his door broken in. Travis looks back at me as he enters the elevator, and he keeps looking when the doors close on him. I briefly consider turning around and running. It’s a very brief thought, before the need to ride that man until the sun comes up overtakes my better sense.

I wait a minute. Then I press the button on the elevator, praying that whoever is manning the cameras in this garage isn’t watching or at the very least hasn’t noticed that I’m here. I step into the elevator and press floor number fifteen. When I get to Travis’s apartment, I swipe the card he gave me and push the door open. The next thing I know, I’m being swooped up into a pair of arms. Strong, muscular arms.

“Ah, what the hell?” I scream as I’m spun around and pushed up against the closest wall.

“I thought you’d changed your mind,” Travis says, nuzzling my neck.

“I thought about it, for about half a second,” I tell him as my arms wrap around his shoulders.

“What made you decide to come up?” he asks.

“The promise of being ruined for all mankind.” I smile at him. “I need to see if your game is as good as your talk.”

“Oh, babe, my game is way better than my talk.” Travis picks me up. And my legs wrap around his waist as he walks us through his apartment. My body flies through the air and I land on something soft. Not something, his bed. Travis stares down at me. “I’m torn. I want to strip you naked, but I also want to fuck you while you’re wearing my jersey,” he says.

“Why not do both?” I challenge him. “Or are you a one-and-done kind of guy? It’s okay if you are.”

His eyebrows turn down at me. “No, I’m not. And both is exactly what I’m going to do.” He reaches for my right leg and unzips my boot, tossing it onto the floor next to the bed before he repeats the process with my left side. Then he undoes my jeans and slides them, along with my panties, down my legs in one swoop.

“Fuck me,” Travis hisses when his eyes land on my now-bare pussy.

“I was kind of hoping that’s what you’d be doing to me.” I laugh.

Travis’s hands grip my thighs, pushing my legs open wider. “Fuck yes, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll be lucky to walk tomorrow,” he says, talking at my vagina and not my face.

I can feel myself get wetter with his dirty promises. “Best get to work then,” I tell him.

Travis removes his hands from my legs. He pulls his hoodie off and then slides his sweats down. Leaving absolutely nothing to my imagination.

Holy freaking cow!

I’ve heard of the term hung like a horse. But, sweet baby Jesus, what the fuck is that thing dangling between his legs? Well, not so much dangling anymore.

Maybe I’m not as sexually experienced as I thought I was, because I’ve never come face-to-face with anything like Travis’s cock before now. Seriously, is this guy from outer space?

“Like what you see?” Travis smirks as he looks down at me. His fist wraps around his cock, pumping it up and down slowly. The tip glistens with precum. My tongue darts out and I lick my lips.

“I want to taste,” I blurt out the thought I was intending to keep to myself.

Travis’s smile widens. “All in good time, babe.” He winks at me again. Then I watch as he walks around the bed and opens a drawer in the nightstand before pulling out a string of foil packets.