Desired Too (9 page)

“And you better believe this is
my
dick,” I declared strong and purposeful.

He grinned at me, grabbing my face and bringing it closer to his. “You’re damn fucking right it is.”

I heard my phone go off, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t actually, mainly because I had a beautiful woman lying on top of me who was fast asleep. Seeing her in the club on Friday was something I wasn’t expecting. Getting into her again, tasting her, was something I never thought would happen again. Yet, here I was, holding the one woman that had the power to end me.

I meant every word that I’d said to her in English and in Italian. She was mine. She belonged to me. Most importantly, she was never leaving me again. That wasn’t an option for her, and it will never be an option for her. That might sound a little sick and twisted, but it is what it is. All those years ago, I let her live her life. I let her go, but now that she’s home, I was claiming what had been mine the moment I laid my eyes on her years ago.

My cell went off again. This time I moved Raquel slightly so that I could get from underneath her. I padded to the desk where my jacket was and I pulled out my cell, acknowledging it was 6 am before I answered it. “What is it?”

“Good morning to you too,” Eddie replied.

“What do you want?”

“Wow, aren’t you a joy to talk to?” When my silence showed my annoyance, he kept going, “Look, I’m calling you to remind you about our meeting this morning at Waters.”

I glanced over at a sleeping Ms. Waters. “You don’t have to remind me of business. I’ll be there.”

“Yeah, well, make sure you’re on time. Oh, and you need to be ready in about an hour. Pops wants me to pick you up from your place. He wants to have breakfast together so we can go over…”

As he was running his mouth, I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. I pulled it from my ear and read a text that had come in from Darrell that only added to my frustration with hearing Eddie’s voice this early in the morning.

What the hell is Eddie doing at my apartment?

I frowned, pissed off even more than I was, and barked, “Cut the shit, Eddie. I’m not at home, as you very well know. You’re sitting outside my fucking apartment. If Pops wants to meet for breakfast, fine. Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there. What I won’t be doing is riding with you. That’s bullshit.”

There was a long pause then Eddie said to me, “Why the hell do you have to make this shit difficult?”

“Why are you still on this phone talking to me? Take your over-eager ass to Pops and tell him that I’ll meet you two.”

I hung up the phone, mumbling, “Stupid son of a bitch.”

I shook my head, then moved to the bed trying not to let that silly motherfucker get in my head. I wanted to get into someone else’s head this morning before I left her. I needed it in order to start my day.

I crawled into bed, and I started kissing her stomach, trying to resist “my pussy” for the moment. I’d gone in on her last night. I tried to hold back as much as I could without hurting her. I just couldn’t help myself. I had a feeling she’d be sore when she woke up. She wasn’t used to me yet, but soon she’d be ready and the real fun would begin.

“Ummm, what time is it?” I heard her say in one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard.

Damn, she was a turn on.

“It’s time for me to get a taste of
my
body,” I told her as I pushed her thighs open and buried my face in between her legs.

The first sweep of my tongue, shit, it got me fucking excited. I felt her trying to push me off saying something like she needed to freshen up. I didn’t let her up. I didn’t care about anything but getting my fill, and nothing or no one was going to stop me.

We got lost in each other for as long as either one of us could handle before I finally let her up and off of the bed. She stumbled slightly, which made me chuckle.

“Payback is a bitch, Angelo,” she muttered, giving me the finger as she disappeared into the bathroom.

“I look forward to it,
Cara Mia,
” I replied loudly as I laid back on the bed, completely satisfied and giddy as shit.

Man, if Lincoln knew she was back…

And… just like that, my fucking mood was gone.

“Shit!” I mumbled at the thought. I wanted to beat the shit out of that stubborn motherfucker.

I got up and went into the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth. I ignored Raquel’s protests and cussing behind the shower curtain while I used the bathroom. She’d have to get used to that shit.

As I contemplated taking a shower with her, my cell went off again. I moved out of the bathroom, toward the desk and snatched it up.

“Did you find out what the fuck he was doing at my apartment?” I answered before Darrell could say a word. I fell on the bed and closed my eyes, awaiting his answer.

“No. He walked up to your door, looked around, then moved to the sides of the building before getting back in his car. He sat in his car for about thirty minutes before he drove away.”

“Yeah, he called me about some dumb shit. I think he was casing my apartment.”

“I already got the guys over there looking around, just in case he left something, but I doubt it,” Darrell told me.

I had to agree. “Yeah, so do I. My dear brother is clever, but he’s not that stupid to leave anything at my place. He was probably checking the place out to see what security I have on premises.”

“Do you want to put a body on him?” Darrell asked, but my head was already shaking my head in the negative before he finished his question.

“No, let him be. I have plans for my brother. Don’t worry about him.”

I heard the shower turn off, so I sat up. “Come pick me up at Raquel’s hotel in about thirty minutes. I need to hit the penthouse to get showered and dressed. I have to meet with my father and Eddie before this meeting today. Then we have the meeting tonight, and we have some shit to do before that meeting too, namely figuring out the aftermath of announcing my brother as Lincoln’s replacement.”

Darrell was quiet on the other line, and I knew what he was thinking. This shit was wrong on so many levels. However, I planned to follow directions and do what my father wanted, up to a point, mind you. It seemed that if I wanted to rid my family of the poison that was my brother, I had to do it myself, and that’s what I planned to do.

Darrell told me that he’d be downstairs across the street in twenty. I hung up just as Raquel emerged from the bathroom.

“Shit, I’m going to be late for work,” she exclaimed, towel snugly covering her body.

I got up from the bed, moved to her quickly, and snatched the towel from her body.

“You will not cover up around me… ever,” I told her as I backed her up against the wall. I brought my body flush up against her hot skin, saying, “
La sua bellezza porta via il mio fiato.
”

She looked up into my eyes. “Stop seducing me with your tongue, Leo.”

My mouth curled up slightly. “You don’t want me to seduce you with my tongue? How shall I do it then?”

She tried to push me away from her, but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Tell me,
Cara Mia
,” I ordered. “How shall I seduce you?”

She shook her head and closed her eyes as her head fell back. “You know what I mean.” She then opened her eyes and said to me, “Tell me what you just said.”

A grin played on my face again, “What? How shall I seduce you?”

“Urgh… Angel, you’re such an asshole. You know what I mean. Tell me what you just said in Italian.”

I laughed and as she tried to move from my grip. I picked her up by her waist, making her legs wrap around my mid-section. I walked back to the bed with her in my arms.

“I just said that I thought you were beautiful,” I told her without moving my eyes from hers.

I didn’t know why I had determination entrenched in me to make her feel everything I felt for her. Again, I shouldn’t care, and if this were any other woman, I wouldn’t have been there. However, she was more to me than I really wanted to admit.

I had driven by her hotel last night, on my way to my penthouse downtown, and decided to call her. I was glad that I had parked and called her from the hotel lobby bar. I would have gone out of my mind if I were driving in the fucking car after hearing her cum. Just hearing her breathe over the phone had my dick hard. It was the anticipation of hearing her voice that got me every time. She could talk about anything, and I’d want to fuck her. Fuck, she could even read some eighteen-century English lit, and I’d want to fuck her while she read it to me.

I laid her on the bed gently and settled between her legs. I moved right to her beautiful lips, ready to taste her again.

“Angel, you’re gonna make me late,” she whispered against my lips.

“I can’t help it,
Cara Mia
. It’s what you do to me. Just let me feel you… Let me slide…”

I’ll ask for forgiveness later.

I didn’t wait for her okay. I slid into her wetness with ease.

“Mmmm… Why do you feel so fucking good?” I asked her.

She sighed deeply and arched her back into me as I moved my hips. Shit, the feeling that covered me with each grind of my hips, the sensation that washed over me as I pulled out so that my head tickled her entrance before I fell back into her, was something that I wanted to feel repeatedly for the rest of my fucking life. This woman brought something out in me that I couldn’t explain. I
wanted
her, yes, yet the
need
for her was far greater.

Raquel grabbed my face and brought my lips to hers as I picked up my pace. I wanted to fuck her hard. I didn’t want sweet. I wanted raw. My hips moved faster. My thrusts got harder, more determined and demanding.

“Fuck, I want my pussy every night; every fucking night, do you hear me?”

“Oh, Leo!” she cried out. “Baby, yesssss… Right there! Oh yes! Right there! Fuck me, please.”

Hearing her cum fueled me to go harder. Yes, this was exactly what I needed. This right here was what I’d been craving.

Still, I didn’t take her where I wanted. I couldn’t or we wouldn’t be going anywhere that day if I did.

I kissed her silly, then ordered just above her lips, “Cum with me,
Cara
… Cum…”

I felt my balls tightening, and as I gave her one last thrust, I pushed all of me inside her… And that’s when we realized that I was bare.

“Shit, Angelo!” she exclaimed, pushing on my chest, face livid.

She wanted me off of her, but I stayed put and waited until she focused on my eyes. However, her eyes never focused on mine. They went straight to my left pectoral and she froze. I didn’t have to ask her what was wrong, nor did I have to move my eyes from hers to see what had her shocked. I knew what it was. Actually, I had been waiting since last night for her to notice. When she hadn’t, I chalked it up to us being too busy doing other things for her to pay attention.  Now in the light of day, “the morning after” if you will, and she had finally noticed.

She finally brought her questioning eyes to mine just as she brought her hands to my chest and softly traced my tattoo.

I have multiple tattoos all over my body. I have huge tribal style angel wings that spanned the width of my back. I have a cross in the middle of my abdomen, my navel being the heart of the cross. Along my left arm is a sleeve of tribal art, signifying prosperity, success, immortality, brilliance and the will and determination to destroy anyone or anything in my path. There were no words along my arms, only symbols and no one knew or understood them but me. No one knew the meaning of my newest addition to my pectoral muscle either. It was a tribal art style lion’s head that covered the complete left side of my upper chest. The lion’s mouth was open, roaring, showing it to be menacing and intimidating.
The tattoo itself wasn’t the reason for Raquel’s sudden freakout. It was the design of the tattoo. The lion’s head was partially formed using the initials R.A.W.

“When did you get this?” she asked softly.

I slowly pulled out of her and rolled on my back bringing her with me.

“A little bit after you left for California; do you like it?”

She traced the tatt with a lone finger absently and replied, “It’s beautiful,
so beautiful
, but… well, I have a slight idea of what it means, but it can’t be that can it?”

I sighed deeply. Ever since I got this tatt, no one had actually asked me about it. When you look at it, it’s self-explanatory really. I was the king of my family. I could be as raw as they come. I barely had a filter on my mouth, and I could be as mean and as heartless as a psychopath. Hell, I’ve been called a psychopath many times. However, this tattoo had multiple meanings, one of which had everything to do with her.

I brought my hand to the back of my head and looked up at her. I could smell the nerves coming off of her as she stared ominously at my chest.

I kept my voice level low and full of the emotions, which were silently bellowing within me. “Those initials mean a few things, but when I got it, it was the day after you left.” She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. I reached up and touched her face. “I’m sure you know that the letters describe who I am. However, it also signified how I felt when you left, how hard it was to let you go, and yes, they are also your initials.”