Page 8 of Octavious
The silent war that has been brewing between our families could rival The Cold War between Russia and America. No shots have been fired just yet, but I’m ready for it.
My issues? My only weakness could kill me and leave my family unprotected. I wouldn’t doubt Aliki has a member of his family here to watch the transaction that just place. He probably filmed it to figure out a way to blackmail me.
Fuck.
I push the thoughts of the war brewing to focus on the little minx in front of me who is giving me thefuck-me-eyes.Her eyes are daring me to pull down her leggings and hoist her up on the counter. I want to.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask her before taking her to my hotel room I have reserved at the lodge.
She looks over to the left into the reflection of the mirror and has a silent conversation with herself. It is when she looks back at me, she nods her beautiful head.
“Yes.”
I place my hand on the small of her back and begin to lead her out of the lounge area of the lodge. We pass by several of my men and a couple of the men who just lost the lodge. The men who lost this fine establishment are looking at me as if they are plotting my death. It wouldn’t be the first time these mother fuckers tried to kill me.
“Why are they looking at you like that?” Vera asks with her eyes squinted.
I can tell one thing about this woman; she knows a lot more than she let on in the lounge. Any other woman would have ignored that exchange or wouldn’t have said anything.
“Bad poker game,” I retort.
My hand slips down the small of her back to the waistline of her leggings. I pull on the waistband just enough to tease her a little. She gasps.
The hallway to the rooms needs to be redecorated. It looks old and understated with the whites and beige colors of the decorations. I’m going to have to get one of my girls in here to spruce it up. I need to be selling some elegance and something others can’t offer at my lodge to make money.
My hand is reaching for the door handle when Vera spins to look at me. I can see her working through something in her mind before she just shakes it.
“Is everything okay?” I ask her. I can get plenty of ass. I don’t need to force a woman into bed with me. I like the chase just as much as the next person, but I don’t need to be a rapist.
Vera nods. “I’m sorry. It has been a long week.”
I smirk. “Let’s just go inside.” I swing the door open and she looks at me with sexy eyes.
Her hands are on my chest and gripping my shirt in between her fingers. I feel her bringing me closer to her body. My hands wrap around her waist and I pull her close until she is flushed against me. My mouth descends on hers.
Her lips taste like a combination of cinnamon and something stronger. It must have been the drink she was sipping on. And my tongue dives in.
My hands slide up her back until I’m gripping her luscious hair in my hands. She moans a little into the back of her throat. I follow the curve of her body to rip her sweater off. She allows me the ability to take it off.
I break away from the kiss to look down at the woman in front of me. Her tits are overflowing from the lace bra she is wearing. Her curvy hips, waist and the smooth skin are all calling me at once.
My mouth is back on her but this time on her neck. My lips suck on the delicious skin of her neck causing her to throw her head back. Reaching up again, I pull the cups of her bra down to free her nipples. My fingers play with the stiff peaks of her buds.
“Jesus,” she moans.
I smile against her neck.
My mouth slides down to her collarbone and then down to the mounds of her tits. She thrusts her chest into my face even more. I suck on her left nipple and tease the other one with my hand.
Vera is so responsive to me. I love it.
Bending my head down, I begin to tongue her tits, moving to her stomach, around her belly button and finally to the waistband of her leggings. I lick the top of it to taunt her.
Chapter Eight
Vera
What a perfect way to get my mind off my dead fiancé. I know it makes me seem like a whore, but if you saw the man in front of me who is about to pull my leggings down, you would understand.
