The Drazen World: Torn (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Torn #1) (8 page)

              “I’ve wanted you too.  I just don’t think I’m ready for a commitment.” 

              “I don’t need commitment to make you scream.”  I don’t do commitment.  “I just don’t want to hurt you.”  I whisper on her lips. 
Where the hell did that come from? 
Since when do I care if I hurt someone?

              “And I don’t want to hurt you either.”  She nips at my lower lip.

              “Then why don’t we just take this one day at a time, see what happens.  Deal?”  I look at her though hooded eyes. 
If I don’t fuck her soon, my balls are going to turn blue.

              “Deal.”  She leans forward, threading her fingers through my hair.  Pulling me close, her lips fall to my mouth, breathing life into my core.  She’s like a fucking angle sent here to rescue my black soul.  Her kiss is like a confession, her voice is full of sin.  Her body is the alter that I intend to worship at for hours.

              My fingers grab the hem of her dress pulling it over her head.  “You are perfection.”  I growl as I throw her dress to the side, admiring her full tits and flat stomach.  Slowly her hips start to rotate against my cock, making me groan.  She’s fucking with fire and I’m about to give it to her. 

              “What do you want Faith.”  I reach back and unhook her bra, her tits bouncing free.

              “You to…”  She licks my bottom lip, taking my mouth with urgency.  Her fingers pull and tug at my shirt until she has it over my head.

              “I want to fuck you now.”  My fingers trace her nipples, pinching and twisting them until she moans.

              “Yes.”  Her fingernails lightly scratch up my back, threading her fingers in my hair.

              “Fuck it.”  I roll, pinning her under me, slamming my mouth to hers, nipping and biting her bottom lip.  “You want me to fuck you Angelo?  I fuck you, but it’s gonna be hard.

              “Yes, Tony.  Fuck me.” 

              I slide down her body, tracing my tongue over her nipple.  “You are perfection.”  I such her nipple deep, flicking it roughly.

              “Oh God.” 

              “I bet you’re wet, aren’t you Angelo?”  My fingers dance across her stomach, sliding her lace to the side.  “So wet.”  I kiss down her stomach, pulling her lace down her thighs.  “Open your legs for me Faith.”  I watch as she spreads her legs, opening herself to me.  “You are perfection.”  I kiss down to her mound, sucking her clit hard.

              “Ah god Tony.”  I watch as her back arches off the cushion.  “More.”  Her fingers thread through my hair pulling me to her.  I flatten out my tongue, holding her open with my thumbs.  “Say what you want Faith.”  I stiffen my tongue, plunging it deep.  I grin as I feel her legs tighten around my head. 

              “I want you.”  Her needy words float through the air, stoking the need building between my legs.

              I wedge myself between her legs, positioning the head of my cock at her opening. 
God I have dreamt about this for weeks.
  I rotate my hips, running the length of my cock through her slick juices.  “Fuck your pussy is wet.”  I grunt.

              “Please Tony. Take me.”  Her eyes plead with my soul, as her body begs for my cock.

              I rotate my hips, positioning my cock at her opening.  “You sure Angelo?”

              “Ye...  Ah!”  Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her legs tighten around my hips.

              I slam into her before she can answer.  Thrusting hard.  “You take my breath away.” 
Fuck, her pussy feels perfect. 
I pin her to the ground, thrusting hard, making her accept every inch I have.  “Feel good Angelo?”  I try to hide the need in my voice but fail miserably.  I seal my mouth around her and move, thrusting hard and fast.

              “Tony, I’m going to come.” Sharpe
ah’s
escape her throat with every thrusts of my hips.

              I feel her walls start to tighten around my cock.  “Then come Angelo.”  I thrust hard, grinding against her clit.  At this rate I won’t last much longer.

              “Ah god, Tony!”  Her hips buck and grind, meeting mine thrust or thrust.

              I slam into her, feeling her juices flood her warmth.  “Come Faith.”  I lower my mouth to her nipple, sucking it deep and thrusting hard. 

              “I’m.  Coming!”  Her body stiffens then arches, as her walls squeeze and quiver around my cock.

              “Oh fuck.”  I can’t wait anymore.  I thrust deep, my hips moving and grinding against her center.  Suddenly, I feel the electricity pulsing in my balls.  “Oh shit.”  My cock twitches, coming between her pulsing walls. 

              “God Tony!”  Her nails dig into my shoulders as she comes again, only prolonging my ecstasy. 

              We both thrust and grind, working each other’s organisms to the end. 
Fuck,
I can’t hold myself up any more.  I collapse onto her, feeling her soft curves beneath me.  Just feeling her labored breath on my neck, and her chest heaving beneath me has my cock hardening for round two. 

              Looking into her beautiful brown eyes, I now see so much more than hints of gold.  I let my face fall into the crock of her neck, licking and kissing her soft skin.

              Raising my head, my eyes flickering between hers.  “Are you okay?”  I kiss her lips.

              “Yeah.  I’m fine.”

              I roll onto my back, pulling out.  Reaching for her I pull her onto my chest.  “Grazie.”

              She chuckle sweetly, tracing her fingers along my chest.  “No, thank you.”  She nuzzles softly against my neck. 

              We lay quietly, the only sounds are random fireworks going off.  All of a sudden terror slams through my system.  “I didn’t use a condom.  Fuck!”  I whisper into the night. 
Stupido.

              “I’m okay, I’m clean.”  Her worried eyes search my face.

              “I’m clean.  I’ve always fucked with protection.”  I run my fingers through her silky hair.

              I feel her body deflate as she releases the air from her lungs.  “Thank god.”

              Is that all she’s worried about?  “What about…”

              “I’m on birth control.  I have been for years.”  I feel her smile against my chest.  “You’re safe.  There won’t be any little Tony’s running around.”  She yawns, laying her head on my chest.

             
No little Antonio’s? 
Why does that bother me?  I need my fucking head examined.  I look down, her eyes are shut and her breathing has evened out.  She’s beautiful, she’s mine.  Well she’s mine for as long as I’m here. 
How long will that be?

              Fuck! 
I screwed up.  It not her that’s needy it me
. 
Was Paulie right?  Had I made a mistake?

              Laying here, tangled with her body, I know I want more, I need more.  Guilt slams through my chest.  We will never work, how can we?  She doesn’t even know my real name.  I’m not an American attorney, I’m a killer. 
What would she do if she knew?

              
Faith

              I stride into my office, my ponytail swinging happily.  I hum to myself, I had a wonderful weekend.  Tony and I spent the weekend together.  We spent Sunday at his place, watching movies and eating takeout.  I met his friends Paulie, Otto and Zo.  I snort out loud,
what a group of characters
. 
Jesus,
for grown men they sure can act like children. It’s especially funny to watch them bicker in Italian.  Words flying everywhere, trying to keep up was impossible.  A sense of belonging fills my chest, they were all so nice to me, well except for Paulie.  I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about him I don’t trust.  I’d catch him staring at me when he didn’t think I was paying attention. 

              I head straight for my desk, noticing a huge vase of red roses sitting on the corner. 
Tony.
  A warm sensation floods my body, I like him. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.  I set my briefcase on the floor next to my desk and pluck the card from its clear plastic holder.

             
Angelo,

              Roof.  Tonight.

              I’ll bring the wine.

              Butterflies erupt, making my inner thighs tingle with anticipation.  I slip the card back into the tiny envelope and slide it in the front pocket of my purse.  I slide into my chair and fire up my computer, I’ve been nervous about seeing Johnathan today.  I’m still pissed at him for leaving me hanging to take a call from his ex-wife. 
Really? 

             
My face falls into my hands, how am I going to tell Johnathan that our relationship is strictly business. 
Do I want it to be strictly business? 
If I’m honest with myself, I like Johnathan too.  Not only is he sexy, he’s got a great sense of humor.  Realization slaps me in the face,
Shit, I like both of them.

              I jump as the intercom blurts out an annoying beep.  My eyes snap to the clock, it’s only seven-ten in the morning, who the hell could that be? 
Johnathan.  Fuck.

             
Stay strong,
I mentally give myself a pep talk.  I hit the blinking button, “This is Faith.”

              “My office.  Now.”  Johnathan’s voice snaps through the speaker. Then with a loud click, our conversation is over. 
Shit he sounded pissed,
well maybe pissed was good.

              I confidently stride to his office, knocking on the open door.  “Mr. Drazen.” My eyes find him behind a brand new mahogany desk. 
Shit, does he know I copied his files?  There’s no way he can know.

              “Come in and shut the door.”  His eyes snap up from the paper in his hands, locking on me instantly. 

              I slowly walk into his office, feeling the air in the room shift.  I purposely leave the door open.  I don’t know what’s going on, but he’s definitely not acting like himself.

              “What’s going on Faith?”  His deep voice is commanding, as he pushes out of his plush chair.  I watch as his powerful body strides to the door, shutting and locking it.

              I watch as he slowly stalks in my direction.  “Excuse me?”  I have a good mind to tell him to fuck off, but I keep my mouth shut.

              I gasp as my eyes run the length of his body.  His white shirt hugs his strong shoulders and his sleeves are rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. When our eyes lock, the air is sucked out of my lungs.  His eyes are a brilliant dark green, glimmering with an erotic undertone that you only read about in books. 
Shit.
I need to get out of this room before something happens. 

              I turn on my heels, quickly making my way to the door.  Grabbing the handle, I pull.  Before I can open it, his hard chest slams my front against the door, trapping me.  The scent of sage leaves on a foggy day invade my nose, making my panties instantly wet.

              “What the hell Johnathan?”  I try to push back, getting nowhere.

              “What’s going on princesses?”  His rough cheek rests against mine as he whispers in my ear.

              “What’s wrong?  Go call you ex-wife.  That’s what’s fucking wrong.”  I try to push off the door, only to have him grab both my wrists and pin them above my head.

              “Tell me Faith.”  His lips softly work their way up my neck, sucking on the sweet spot below my ear.  “Who are you meeting on the roof?”  He sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck, sending a jolt of pain flooding my core.  His strong lips, lick and kiss away the pain, making my press my thighs together.

              “The roof?”  My mind is muddied by his dry, clean scent.

              “The fucking roof,” he hisses.  “Who is the guy?”  He wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing slightly turning my mouth to his.  Before I can answer his lips attach to mine, his tongue fighting for entrance.  My resolve is nothing against his talented tongue and strong lips.  I open, our tongues twisting and licking, our mouths nipping and sucking.  Squeezing his hand around my neck, he forcefully pulls away from my mouth leaving me wanting and trapped.  “I’m only going to ask you nicely, one more time.  Who. Is. The. Fucking. Guy?”

              “Fuck off, it’s none of your business.” I snap. 
Who the hell does he think he is?

              A throaty growl emits from his chest.  “Wrong answer, princess.”  Abruptly, I’m flipped around, my back pinned to the door.  His lips crash to mine, his tongue roughly showing me that he’s in charge.  I can’t help myself, my fingers thread through his gorgeous copper hair, tugging as I suck and nip at his lower lip.

              “Fuck Faith.”  His hands roughly make their way over my ass to the hem of my skirt.  Jerking it up to my waist, I’m hoisted in the air and slammed against the wall.  “Tell me who he is, so I can get rid of him.”  He grinds his hips against my core, his cock rubbing roughly against my clit. “Johnathan.  Oh God.”

              “Tell me what I want to know Faith.”  His hands yank my shirt and bra up, roughly cupping my tit.  His fingers finding my nipple, roughly twisting and rubbing it with his thumbs.  “If I have to fuck it out of you, I will.  Now tell me.”  His hips grind against my core, the lace of my panties offering me little protection against his hard dick. 

              “Fuck – oh god – off.”  I grip his hair harshly, making him growl with appreciation.

              “Fine have it your way.”  He grabs my wrists trapping them against the wall.  Ripping my shirt open, buttons silently scattering on the carpet.  He grunts with appreciation as his hooded eyes roam my tits.  “Princess, you’re stunning,” his mouth locks around my nipple, sucking and biting it to a peak.

              My back arches off the wall, “Oh God Johnathan, please.”  I thrust, grinding my now dripping core against his hard length, cursing his pants.  “Please Johnathan.”

              “I wanna know who this asshole is.”  He flattens his tongue as he runs it down the swell of my breast toward my other nipple.  “Tell me, and I’ll fuck you.”  The tip of his tongue softly traces my nipple, flicking it gently.

              “Johnathan.”  I pant.  With each flick of his tongue my clit aches with need.  “Oh god, yeah.”  I moan.

              “You are so fucking responsive.  I bet you’re wet and ready, aren’t you Princess.”  His teeth sink into my nipple, sending sharp pulses of pain and pleasure flooding my snatch.  “Fuck.”  He grunts, “I can smell you.”  Releasing my wrists, he roughly cups my ass, hauling me against his chest.  I wrap my legs around his waist, as our lips hungrily twist together.

              I gasp when my back hits the hard surface of his desk, and he thrusts his tongue deep in my mouth.  “First you’re going to give me his name.  Then I’m going to make you beg.  Then princess, I’m going to fuck you.”  He stands and unbuckles his belt.  Pulling it roughly free, the tip snaps sharply against my inner thigh.

              “Ah God.”  I try to sit up, grabbing for his zipper only to be forced back, my hands bound at the wrist with his belt.  “Now princess.  I’m going to get the information I want, then I’m going to fuck this guy out of your system.”  His fingers wrap in my lace, ripping my thong from my body.  “So fucking wet.”  His thumb roughly circling my clit.

              “Oh Jesus.”  I whimper, rolling my hips, trying to satisfy the ache that’s raging between my legs.

              Suddenly his fingers are gone.  “Don’t stop.”

              “Don’t worry princess, I’m just getting started.”  He leans over my body, running his hands over my curves, admiring and adoring.  “You are truly gorgeous.”  Sinking to his knees, he nips and sucks his way down my stomach and over my mound.  “I’ve wanted to taste you, princess, since I met you.”  He flattens his tongue, running it the length of my opening.  “So fucking sweet.”  Sucking my clit harshly, he thrusts his tongue through my folds.  Pinning my hips to the desk, he opens me with his thumbs.  I sit up trying to reach for his head.  “Keep your hands above you head, or I won’t let you come.”  His teeth nip the inside of my thigh.

              I pray for relief, as a long needy groan fills the room. “Please.”

              Lapping at my center, his strong finger trace my entrance.  My hips buck, trying to find satisfaction.  Suddenly his mouth is gone, the cool air hitting my center.  “Don’t stop, please.”

              He hovers over me, his lips slick with my juices.  “Tell me who he is, or I won’t let you come?”  Slowly, he slide two fingers through my folds.  A needy groan escapes his throat as he latches onto my nipple.  In unison he works his fingers and mouth, bringing me to the edge.

              “Oh fuck.  I’m…”  He removes his fingers, gently running his thumb over my clit.  “No!  Oh God please!”  I thrust my hips trying desperately to find anything to relieve the ache screaming between my legs.

              “You want to come Princess?”  His voice is heavy with a seduction, as he looks at me with hooded eyes.

              “Oh god yes.”  I squirm.

              “How bad?”  His fingers slide through my slick center, curling and hitting their intended goal.

              “Please, Please Johnathan.”  I grind, thrusting my hips in rhythm with his fingers.  He slowly works me toward the edge, sucking and nipping my nipples.

              “Tell me who he is, and I’ll give you the best fucking orgasm of your life.”  Erratically, his fingers pick up the pace.

              “Oh god.”  My body quivers with need, my resolve cracking open like an egg. I can’t take anymore.  “My neighbor.  Jesus, it’s my neighbor.”

              His eyes flash with anger.  “Come princess.”  He pinches my clit, thrusting his fingers deep.

              My orgasm rips through my system, cracking my soul wide open.  I only half hear his zipper and the tearing of foil.  A guttural moan escapes my throat as I feel the head of his cock at my entrance.

              “Now I’m going to fuck you princess, and I’m going to fuck you hard.  When I’m done you won’t even remember this guy’s name.”  Without warning, he thrust forward entering me with one thrust. 

              “AH!”  My scream echoes erotically off the walls of his office. 
He’s long and fucking huge.

              “When I’m done, your pussy is mine.”  Laying his weight on my body he stops, searching my eyes.  “Ready princess?”

              I feel full, stretched to the limits.  “Johnathan…”

              Before I can form a coherent word, he begins to move.  Slow at first, inch by inch he pushes in until his pelvis hits my clit.  Grinding his hips, hitting all the right spots, he slowly pulls out.  “Fuck you’re tight.”  His hips jerk, breaking his smooth rhythm.  A low throaty growl escapes his lips.  “Fuck it.  I’m going to fuck you hard.”  Thrusting deep, his hips start to move, picking up speed.  “So.  Good.”  His hard rhythmic thrusts changed.  “Fucking hell.”  His head rolls backward as he randomly slams into me.

              “Oh God.  I’m going to…”  I twist my wrists, trying to free my hands. 

              “Not yet princes.”  His lips cover mine, effectively stealing my sentence.  “You come when I tell you to.”  His fingers dig into my ass as he pounds his cock deep.  “Fuck. You’re. Spectacular.” His voice becomes strained as he slams into me, rotating his hips, his cock stroking all the right places. “Look at me when you come princess.”  Grunting, his thrusts becoming uneven, irregular, needy. 

              “Oh god please.”  I gasp as I feel his cock expand, hardening like steel.

              “Come for me princess.”  His warm breath tickles my neck as he growls against my ear.

              My back arches as a white hot ball of electricity explodes and rages through my body.  My walls begin squeezing and pulsating around his cock.  “O-h G-o-d! 

              “Fuck Faith.”  His lips pressed against the curve of my neck. 

              Suddenly, his body starts to quiver, his grunts turning into needy moans.  “Fuck.”  His teeth sink painfully into my shoulder, sending another orgasm raging through my system.  With each deep thrust, a low throaty
ah
uncontrollably escapes his throat.  His body stiffens as his cock spasms against my pulsating walls.  “F-u-c-k.”  He thrusts on last time, planting his cock deep.