Page 26 of Protecting Charity

“Be nice to my cat.”

I swung my head toward her tired voice to find her shuffling into the kitchen, no clothes, with her tits available for my viewing pleasure. My pants tightened, suddenly becoming an uncomfortable cage as she bent her plump ass over to fill her glass with water. I leaned my shoulder against the wall and licked my lips.

“He started it,” I said. She raised a brow as if I dared to blame her furball. “Good to see you are still alive, and you two didn’t murder each other.”

She laughed, causing my dick to twitch. I could hear her laugh all day long and never tire of it. “Give it time.”

I took a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of her body wash while admiring her naked body from a safe measure. I need to close the distance and run my hands against her soft skin.

“Bella, it’s not nice to tease a man,” I said.

I stepped behind her, giving in to the temptation. I slid my hands down her shoulders, took the cup from her hand, and placed it on the counter. She leaned into me, moaning from my touch. Running my fingers down, her soft skin caused tiny bumps to break out across her body until she wrapped a hand in my hair and the other around my neck while I rubbed my cock against her ass. She chewed on her bottom lip until I swear I’d start to see blood dripping from her mouth.

“Max,” she said breathlessly.

I spun her around to face me. I needed to look at her, to soak in her smiles and frowns, to watch the ecstasy cross her face as I did things to her that would scar a vanilla woman. I cupped her cheek and ran my thumb over her bottom lip, caressing the teeth marks she imprinted there. She sucked in, filling her lungs with air as if she expected never to breathe again. I wanted to take her. To set her on the counter, plunge my tongue between her thighs, and feast on her, but I wouldn’t. I could see the exhaustion settled on her face. Even though I knew she’d welcome my passion with open arms, I knew she needed to sleep.

Her lips parted, inviting me to taste her, and the inner voice trying to convince me to send her to bed slipped off into the distance as I claimed them. Groaning with need against her mouth, I slid my tongue across hers, coaxing her into a dance that promised delicious rewards in the end. She fisted her hands in my shirt, holding on as I wrapped my arms around her waist to bring her in close. Her breasts pressed against my chest as I pulled my hungry lips from hers to study her face. It gave me enough time for that voice to seep back into my thoughts, bringing reason between us and stopping me from making a mistake.

“Go to bed. You need to sleep.” I damned myself for saying such words with her sexy body pressed against mine.

As if I said nothing, her lips found mine again, this time with a new intensity just to prove to me she made her own choices. Her hand gripped me through my pants, and I jerked against her. Fuck, she was going to ruin me.

“My dick is going to hate me for this,” I said as I pulled away from her.

A smile tweaked at the corners of her lips as she turned to walk away without complaint or fight, which wasn’t Charity. And then, it hit me. She was teasing me, and I wasn’t in the mood. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, shoved her against the wall, and wrapped her legs around my waist. I’ll teach her to fuck with me when I’m trying to be thoughtful. I pushed my pants down enough to free my angry cock and slid inside her. She threw her head against the wall with a thump and cried out from my now fierce onslaught on her body. Her nails bit into my shoulders as I thrust into her, ready to teach her the lesson she needed. Never did I think this deadly angel would turn into a cock tease. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I raised her up and down to meet my hips with each plunge. She clenched around me, squeezing my cock tight as she neared her climax, then I stopped. If she thought I would reward unacceptable behavior, she was mistaken.

She moaned into my ear, knowing full well what I had planned for her, then bit me with resentment. I pressed into the pain and started where I left off, pumping into her forcefully. It didn’t take long before I surrendered my pent-up aggression. As soon as her feet touched the floor, I pulled my spent dick from her body and watched my cum run down her thighs.

I slapped her ass, making a yelp that was music to my ears. “Don’t fucking tease me again.”

I pulled my pants up and walked away, leaving her panting in the kitchen to learn her lesson.

Chapter 12

Charity

All I wanted was a glass of water but ended up back in bed with enough annoyance to kill a cow and thirsty as fuck—and I don’t mean for water. My mind wouldn’t settle after everything that had transpired today.

It took me, for what felt like hours, to finally fall asleep, and when I did, it was a restless tossing and turning, punching my pillow, type of sleep. The phone call from my brother haunted me to the point where I must have left him fifty messages during the night, all while trying not to wake up Luca.

How could he call me but not say anything? What was he going through? Where was he? If he could use his phone, why would he do this to me? Sure, I gave Josh a lot of shit, but that didn’t mean he had to put me through this. Josh is fucked in the head from all those drugs, and he’s emotionally damaged from being Arturo’s enforcer, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get his life right. Being an enforcer was the reason he turned to drugs in the first place; it was an easy out for him to forget all the despicable and grotesque things Arturo asked of him. Josh never reveled in it like I did. It was where we differed in our blood lust. Being an enforcer was a way for him to silently rebel against Dad and make money while doing it. But even with all of his demons eating at him, I still loved him. He was family—my brother.

When I finally fell into a deep sleep, something jerked me from my harsh dreams, and I found myself with a knife in my hand, ready to fight.

Luca must have made a commotion when he left because he wasn’t sleeping beside me anymore. One downfall of being involved in illegal activity—you must always be ready for someone to end you.

I shoved the knife back under the pillow and stumbled out into the kitchen just to be reminded of the irritation still controlling me. I never thought I’d get a kick out of teasing, more so than I do now.

Max was in a world of hurt if he thought I learned a lesson last night. I rubbed the lack of sleep from my eyes and grabbed a coke from the fridge, cracked it open, and chugged. Someone cleared their throat from behind me, causing me to spit the liquid from my mouth before I could catch it with my hand. I spun around to find Luca and Max sitting at the dining room table, their eyes glued to my nude body. They didn’t even try to hide the lust in their eyes, and it excited me.

I raised my brows, and an uncontrollable smirk ripped across my lips. “Gentlemen, it’s not polite to stare.”

Having learned a valuable lesson last night on teasing, I gave it my best effort. I bit my bottom lip, then grabbed a tit and squeezed, making sure they saw the full show. Both men groaned and shifted restlessly in their seats. I threw my head back and sighed, then spun on my heel, coke in hand, and swayed my hips to my room, then locked the door. I pressed my back against the door and chuckled to myself. No need to remind me, I already know I’m rotten.

I didn’t want to go shopping, so there was no reason to rush. I took my sweet-ass time, and Luca knew it. There was nothing enjoyable about finding a dress I’ll never wear again or heels that would break an ankle. Not to mention, after shopping, which will be unbearable, I have dinner with the parents, which will be another torture session all on its own.

Picking out my holy pants and a black tank, I dressed quickly then laced my boots. Once I felt confident enough to withstand whatever consequences might befall me, I took my empty can and peeked out the door. It was silent aside from the rustling of papers. Cannoli squeezed between me and the cracked doorway and ran into the kitchen, awaiting his daily serving of food. He sat by his dish, staring at me, his eyes pleading for me to feed him before he starved to death.

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