Page 34 of Hostile Bond
And then Matheus had invited the Sapori yacht crew to join our reunion, because his dick needed attention from the girls. Can’t blame the guy. He was cursed with a supersonic libido like mine.
Giovanni, on the other hand, that fucker could be stone cold when a woman sidles up to him. He typically fucks hard at the devil’s pace, withdraws, pulls up his zipper, and instantly retreats to his isolated mansion, alone. Just the way he likes it.
My tolerance levels are quickly depleting. Alcohol can’t settle my racing thoughts and my smokes aren’t doing much either. I’m restless, because Sinéad will always view me as the monster who’d won her hand in a game of cards. No amount of dead bodies would ever reverse that fact.
Still, I wouldn’t stop trying to prove to her how much she means to me.
“Do you have a crew like those girls on the Sin Pretty?” Matheus leans in. “When can I throw a party on it? A ship like that would turn heads and reel in more influential clients. Imagine the deals I could make.”
“Whenever things settle down, you can take it out whenever you want, Mat. You know that already, brother.” I sigh heavily, gripped by discontent.
If the blonde-haired woman shaking her tits in my face doesn’t fuck off in five seconds, I’ll drown her in the ocean. That would give me some real entertainment at least.
Christ.
I inhale a lungful of hash, not recognizing myself anymore. A few months ago, I’d be screwing that same titty shakingseñoritaon the bar in the rustic cabana while everyone watched us. The thought of doing it with a stranger doesn’t get me off anymore. Not a single growl from my aggressive dick. Not even a fucking whimper. The love-struck muscle only rises for its queen.
“I saw what you did.” Titty girl prances over to us, barefoot and daring. “You saved me before blowing up the yacht.”
I shrug. “I didn’t do anything. You’re mistaken.”
She licks her lips and twiddles the tips of her hair. “It’s okay…I won’t tell anyone…but I would like to show you my appreciation.” One of her knees settles near my boot on the lounger cushion.
“It’s not necessary.” I flick my leg to the side, preparing to ditch the party and convince my beautiful wife that she’s my one and fucking only.
As soon as I stand, the blonde’s crowding me with those juicy tits, purposefully brushing them against my bicep like I’d want them there. “You saved my life—which means I owe you a debt.” Featherlight fingers dance over the tense muscles on my stomach and suddenly my brain explodes. “Whatever you want—I’ll do it––” she purrs.
In a flash, my temper snaps. I reach for the gun wedged in the back of my jeans, step away, and point it at her forehead. “I said it’s not fucking necessary,puta. No one gets to touch this…” I pinch the fabric of my shirt and wave it outward, so she can easily see my chest. “… this belongs tomy wife. So back the fuck up!”
I’m one breath away from detonating when my scalp tingles with awareness. Keeping my aim strong, I look past the pretty girl’s shoulder, rip off my sunglasses, and toss them to the side.
Blinking, my vision slowly focuses on the sexy as fuck stunner walking toward me from the shadows. My dick instantly turns rock solid and my heart actually skips a beat—and continues to have weird palpitations in the wake of her slow approach.
Jesus, fuck.
It’s the love of my chaotic life who clearly had a parley with the Angel of Darkness and requested a killer body to slay me with. Crystalline eyes stare straight into my warped soul and command my undivided allegiance. Ebony strands are so shiny and long that they harmonize with necromancy. And to top it all off, her lips are glossy, stained red like she’s tasted the blood of our enemies after eating them alive.
She’s breathtaking.
My pulse skyrockets as her hips sway, every seductive stride eating up the distance from her sinful body to mine. A deeply magnetic attraction paralyzes me as she halts beside the half-naked girl, plucks the blunt from my lips, and brings it to her own.
Inhaling a little smoke, she ejects it from her lungs before saying, “You summoned your wife, Hotshot?”
Fuck, I’m dead.
The raspy cadence of her voice has my balls in a choke hold. From her left, Matheus chuckles and raises his beer bottle in our direction. “I never thought I’d see the day, Dré.”
Beyond the impulse for bloodshed, a surge of dark lust scalds my veins until a shiver runs over me like a fever in the fall.
This womanis the one I want to fuck all night long—and for the rest of my life.
“Well, Hotshot? If you aren’t going to invite me to join you, then I’ll fetch myself a drink, shall I?”
Sinéad swivels on her high heels and, in two short strides, swipes Matheus’ beer bottle and takes a sip. It’s that simple act that fires up my feral cylinders and sends waves of possessiveness into my chest. I don’t want her to share anyone’s drink. Only mine.
With eyes trained on my wife, I lower the gun and growl out a command to the insignificant annoyance who had ventured too close to my demons without an invitation. “Go fuck my twin. He needs to loosen up.”
I neither care nor look when she scurries away. Tonight isn’t her lucky night and after announcing she saw me fire the rockets, her days are numbered.
