Savage Little Games: Chapter 44

Vanessa screams my name again when she throws her head back against the shower wall. Her pussy throbs around my cock, trying to pull me in deeper as I fuck her slowly.

The urge to slam inside of her hard and fast creates a battle of wills. But since I meant what I said about staying buried inside of her all night, I know I have to go easy. In the morning, when the sun comes up, I’ll take her hard. Until then, I’m going slow and easy, moving just enough to make us both crave more, to make Vanessa keep coming for me.

Her green, heavy eyes blink open again once the last of her tremors pass. “You feel…so good. Don’t stop, even if I fall asleep.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I tell her honestly. “You’re mine. Your body belongs to me. In the morning, neither you nor your pussy will be able to forget who fucking owns it now.”

Rather than be indignant that I’m laying claim to her body, Vanessa just gives me a satisfied smile before she says, “Good.”

We hold each other’s gazes with our bodies joined. I continue moving gently in and out of her, lifting her up and down the wall. It feels good to not be in a rush for the finish line, to just enjoy her slick warmth embracing me, every second of the buildup because she made me work for this. It feels like I earned it. Earned her.

For once, I’m not just going through the motions that are part of the act of fucking someone. No, this is our night of reckoning.

After twenty years of fighting fate, Vanessa is finally mine.

And when I come inside of her for the second time with her staring into my soul, I feel stripped bare, more naked than I have ever been in my entire life.

Vanessa knows how much I love her, that I would do anything for her, and that there’s no going back now.

By the time I turn the water off and wrap a towel around us to dry us off, Vanessa’s head is slumped on my shoulder. She’s still sound asleep when I take her to bed, the glow of the nightstand lamp the only light in the dark room. With both of us lying on our sides facing each other, I pull her close to my chest. My palm runs up and down her leg that I eventually hike up over mine. Taking my half-stiff cock in my hand, I swipe the head over her damp entrance, then sink home again.

Her tight, wet pussy surrounding my flesh makes me lengthen and harden again in a hurry. I rock in and out of her body three times before Vanessa wakes up and moans.

“Yes. More.” Eyes still closed, she swivels and thrusts her hips searching for more friction that I withhold on purpose.

Brushing the damp hair back from her face, I say, “First, tell me what happened back, what, twenty-one years ago?”

That question has her waking up fast. Her eyes are wide open and clear again in an instant. “You…you want to talk about that? Now?”

“Yes. Tell me. The faster you talk the faster we can…”

“Ah, okay,” she quickly begins. Her gaze lowers to where her fingertips are travelling over my arm that’s resting on her raised leg thrown over my own. “Well, I crushed on you hard from afar, or at least I crushed on the of you. And you, you flat out rejected me.”

Reaching up to lift her chin so she’ll look at me again, I tell her, “I was never rejecting you personally. I’m sorry if you thought that was the case.”

“It felt personal to me. I was a silly, sheltered, barely sixteen-year-old girl. My father wanted me to meet you, to try and seduce you before you refused, but I wouldn’t. I was too nervous, had never even dated anyone before. So, then of course he blamed me for the arrangement falling apart.”

“He hurt you?”

“It wasn’t like it was the first time he took his temper out on me. He did the same to my mother, beat her so much that eventually she just kept her head down and her mouth shut unless she was pouring bottles of wine down her throat.”

Cupping her face in my palm, I tell her, “I’m sorry he did that to you. Is that when you ran away?”

“Yes. I had to…I hurt three guards to get away, maybe even killed them. I never found out…”

“You did what you had to do,” I assure her. “Those men, if they worked for Petrov then they weren’t saints.”

“Still. I had to live with the guilt, the selfish thing I did, hurting others to escape.”

“Put all that blame on Petrov for what he did to you, no one else. My father beat the shit out of me too.”

“He did?”

“When your father was so pissed that he wanted me dead, my father beat me then sent me to stay with distant relatives of his in Italy. My old man hated me, but he knew that if I died, Petrov and the Russians would take over his territory when he was gone. He considered me a better option than losing his empire entirely. Then, weeks later, Petrov suddenly called a truce.”

“That was because he couldn’t find me to drag me back even after months of being on the run,” Vanessa explains. “If you had changed your mind, there wouldn’t have been a bride at the altar when I turned eighteen.”

“Where did you go?”

“I got as far away as possible at first. But then, after I had Cole, I came back to Nevada. I knew he was probably still searching for me and wouldn’t think I would still be in the state.”

“And coming to work for me four years ago?” I ask, wondering what the hell she was thinking.

She shrugs. “I did need a job, and I saw the job posting online for a cocktail waitress, so I applied. I thought that if I got it, then I might get a chance to finally meet you face-to-face.”

“Meet me or tell me off?”

Smiling, Vanessa says, “I was planning to throw a drink in your face, call you an asshole, or something along those lines. But then you came into the lounge one night, and I couldn’t move. I just froze. You were this intimidating man with a commanding presence bigger than the entire casino. And then you spoke to me…”

“I remember that night.” I slide my hand around to squeeze Vanessa’s bare ass, then thrust into her hard enough to make her gasp and moan. “You looked like a doe in headlights. I asked if you were new because I was certain I had never seen your beautiful face around the casino before.”

She nods with her lips parted as I slowly thrust in and out of her. “And when I said yes, you offered to show me a good time.”

“I remember that too. Your black dress was so short and tight. You were so petite. I wanted to bend you over and take you hard right then and there on the table.” My cock twitches as it gets even harder inside of Vanessa. She must like the sensation because her walls clench.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip she nods, and says, “Yes. You made it clear that you wanted me. And I was so thrown off by that because I had assumed for years that I wasn’t your type, that you weren’t attracted to me. Then I realized you probably slept with every woman you meet. But at that moment you wanted me, and I finally had the chance to reject you back.”

“So, you did.” I remember how shitty all her rejections felt, how I thought I would never get to have the one woman I wanted more than any other. The memories have my hips pumping into Vanessa a little faster.

“I-I did.” Her words are breathless as if she’s getting worked up again when she glances up at my face. “Mmmm. And it felt so good. Better than throwing a stupid drink in your face and you killing me for the insult.”

That makes me freeze, my dick included. “You thought I would kill you for throwing a drink in my face?”

“Yes. Possibly. There were rumors about your lovers and guards…”

“That I killed them?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never killed a woman.”

Vanessa presses her palm to my chest. At first, I think she’s trying to push me away, until I roll to my back, and she follows with me still inside of her. Now she’s naked and riding me with her damp hair trailing over her bouncing tits. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I know that now,” she says as she begins to move on me. It takes me a minute to remember what we were talking about. Then I wish I didn’t remember. “Back then, you were just so scary. But I kept working here because I knew my father still hated you and wouldn’t ever think to look for me in his town, so close to his turf, on your property.”

Gripping her hips, I thrust up into her, unable to wait any longer, ready for this conversation to be over.

“And then I manipulated you into an agreement for Mitch’s life that put you front and center on the mafia stage again,” I grit out between my clenched teeth.

“I-I didn’t think anyone would figure out who I was after so many years had passed,” Vanessa says, bracing her palms on my chest while rolling her hips. “And nobody did. Not even the Russians, until I told them. They…they didn’t even believe me at first. None of them knew my father had a daughter.”

If we keep talking about this shit, I’ll lose my hard-on. Still, I tell her, “The crew who knew you have probably all died out.”

“Probably so. The ringleader in the SUV called Kozlov… sent him a picture he took of me. He told them to give him time to look into it.”

“So Kozlov knows who you are, and we have to assume Petrov and the rest of the Russians know too.”

I slam her down on my dick while thrusting up hard.

“Yes! I’m so sorry! If I had known…if I had known you would find me, that you would stop them…” she trails off.

Sliding my hands up to cup both of her breasts, I tell her, “You did what you had to do to keep their fucking hands off you. I don’t blame you. I’m glad you spoke up, because I would’ve lost my mind if they had touched what’s mine.”

Leaning forward, she says, “Now I’m done talking, and so are you,” before her lips slam down on mine. Our tongues clash as Vanessa rides me, until she slows down, about to get herself off.

Needing another release of my own, I sit up so we’re chest to chest, grabbing her ass to move her how I want, harder, faster.

Vanessa’s fingers thread through my damp hair and pull it. “Yes! Yes! Oh god! I’m so close.”

“Come on my cock, butterfly.” I reach underneath her to press my fingers to her clit, setting her off instantly.

With her head thrown back, heavy breasts bouncing in my face, she’s the most beautiful woman in the fucking world.

And she’s mine.