“Romeo, I see you can’t get enough of me, yeah?” A smile tugs at her face, showing bright white teeth. I smirk, looking to the last of the amber liquid in my glass. I don’t have problems getting women, but I’d rather pay for ones who comply with what I enjoy rather than traumatizing some woman at a bar just for the sake of a one-night stand.
Standing, I set my drink down on the wet bar in passing and step around Denise, looking her over. Her soft milky skin calling to me like a siren as I circle her like prey.
“You know I’ve given you my personal number, you don’t have to go through the company,” she reminds me. Reaching for the drawer to the left of us, I pull out one of my favorite toys, at least when it comes to Denise.
“Sweetheart, if you want someone to pillow talk with, you can hit McAdams bar down the block. Now if you want to be fucked until your knees shake and you need to come for air…”
I present the ball gag, a strap in each hand. “Then open your mouth and quit talking.”
Her eyes gleam with arousal, and my cock grows in my pants. I love that she’s a kinky little bitch. Strapping the apple red ball into her mouth, I adjust the straps around her perfect face and silky hair.
Leaning in behind her, my lips brushing behind her ear, I whisper, “That’s a good girl.”
Grasping her by the hips, I turn her and push her forward a few steps to where she’s able to grab on to the kitchen island if she needs to.
I bite her shoulder, kissing it afterward, the smell of her perfume causing my cock to throb, knowing what’s to come.
She moans behind the ball gag, and I lift a brow at her excitement.
Running one smooth finger under the elastic of her thong, I slip them down her round ass and let them free fall to her shoes. Using my hand, I bend her over, and undo my pants with the other hand, pulling my cock out, I pump it a few times before letting go and swiping it between her folds, testing her pussy for how ready she is for me. She’s practically dripping.
Pleased with her arousal, I grab the condom I set out on the counter and slip it on, and then fist my dick, slip the tip of myself into her. She gasps as I fill her, and my head draws back with satisfaction. She’s so warm and hugging my cock deliciously. Digging my fingers into her hips, I begin to thrust in and out of her, my only goal to climax. Aside from my hands on her hips, I keep contact minimal, not wanting to convey a different message than what is happening here. Fucking. A transaction between two consenting adults.
She squeals, moans, her eyes watering as I slip in and out of her, her cunt not able to take all of my cock. I keep slamming into the back of her until pressure shoots up my thighs, and I come. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath as I fill the tip of the condom. She heaves for air so I unclasp the gag just as I pull out of her. Tearing the condom off myself, I push my pulsating dick back inside my pants. Turning, I find wetness on her cheek from her eyes tearing up, her legs shake as she walks across the room to her coat.
“I already wired the money to your account,” I inform her. Pulling up her panties, she nods, still trying to catch her breath, her milky skin now a blush of red. “You can use the restroom if you need.” Lifting my hand, I gesture to the dark hall to her left that holds my bathroom.
“I’m fine,” she insists, pulling her coat over her body, concealing it from me as if nothing just happened.
Grabbing my tumbler from the wet bar, my pants still undone, I refill it and head back to my chair, the tension in my shoulders now gone.
“See you around, Romeo,” she says softly, her breathing at a normal pace now.
Lifting a finger, I point at her in goodbye, and she shuts the door behind her. I take a long swig of my whiskey, the thought of having a female in my house making me wish I was normal. If I was, I would call Denise, we could do dinner, and I could spoil her with my blood money.
But I wouldn’t wish my mood swings on my worst enemy, let alone someone I care for. It wouldn’t be fair to ask them to put up with my severe anger, the things I say and do when I’ve become manic.
No, it’s better this way. They come, I come, they go, and I move on with my evening.
Sighing, focusing on the whiskey, I know deep down I want to be selfish and be with someone, especially after seeing my brother with a woman and how in love he is, the care he has for her, and how he spoils her.
Thinking about Leona makes my dick grow.
She always smells good, like she just came from a secret garden of forbidden flowers, looks gorgeous, and she’s all his. Reaching in my other pocket, I pull out a pair of panties. Leona’s panties, I stole them from their house. I don’t know why I did it, I could ask Denise for hers and she’d gladly give them over. I guess it’s about having something of my brother’s that makes my dick hard. In a secret way, I wish we could share his wife to be, I could fuck her and enjoy the things of a relationship like spoiling her with shopping sprees, having her lay next to me in bed just so I can smell her shampoo, and get those fuzzy fucking feelings when I see her toothbrush next to mine. Kieran could deal with the tantrums and other shit that comes along with having a relationship that I have zero compliance for.
It’ll never happen though. Feeling the tension settling in my shoulders again, I crack my neck. The feeling calming me and bringing me back to realization. I’m meant to be alone.
My phone buzzes on the glass coffee table in the other room, the screen lighting up as it skids across the top. Getting up, I go into the sitting room and grab it, it’s my father.
Taking a deep breath, I pick it up.
“Hello?”
“Romeo, it’s time we talk.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I look forward, the door to my bedroom in my line of sight. I knew this was coming, I knew the devil would summon me.
2
Romeo
“About what?” I sigh into the phone. Agitation making my hands ball into fists. This man’s voice alone makes me want to smash this fucking phone. Sometimes I think I’m solely on medication so I don’t kill him.
“You know what, stop with the games.” He raises his voice, and my nostrils flare. Doesn’t matter my age or position, he always talks down to me. Verbal and mental abuse takes a toll, but if you tell him that, he calls you a pussy. He doesn’t have a link of kindness in his DNA.
“I’m not the person for this…” I grit quietly into the phone. I can’t be like him, I refuse to.
“No shit, but again, let’s talk. Meet me at the Shady Tail in one hour.” The phone goes quiet as he’s hung up on his end.
I love my brother, but hate him for leaving me to deal with this shit. We had a good thing going. He was the underboss and I was… well, whatever he needed. We worked good together. He knew me, is why, and I trusted him. I can’t help but wonder if I should betray our father and follow Kieran over to the other side, against our father and everyone we ever knew.
Something uneasy settles in my stomach thinking about that kind of betrayal. I don’t have it in me to do that, at least not yet. The night is still young.