it’s almost like she’s naked in my arms, but it’s not nearly the same as having a naked girl in your lap to play with. Marisa kisses me like she needs it—needs me. It’s so goddamn hot.
“Come inside,” she whispers in a slight purr.
Want to. Can’t.
I shake my head stiffly and try not to think about the last time I had sex, or what her tits would feel like in my hands. “I don’t fuck drunk chicks.”
“You could just sleep over. We don’t have to do anything.”
I pin my arms on either side of her head. “If I go in there, I know I’ll fuck you. I’ve self-control, but not that much.”
Not when a hot girl is practically throwing herself at me.
Dude, shut up and just fuck her.
“You just sober up and think about it,” I say in a soft voice. “If you still want my cock inside you, well, that can be arranged.”
“Shit,” she hisses, her face burning so brightly that it’s like a beacon.
I’m not trying to be a rude bastard, but she turned me on and now my head is filled with all the things I’d love to do to her body, and I can’t help it—I haven’t had sex in months. Suddenly I am vividly aware of that small fact.
“Joe,” she whispers, raking her hands up and down my chest. Her lips are slightly red from kissing me and just that alone makes my cock jump in my pants.
I take her hands in mine and hold them away from me as a growl leaves my throat. “I can’t. I am really sorry, but I can’t.”
You ’ re a fucking moron. Just fuck her!
She shakes her head slightly. “Why are you so—why are you doing this?”
“I’m supposed to watch out for you, remember?”
Her eyes look overlarge as she stares up at me, suddenly fearful. “Do you mean it?”
“Yeah, of course. Why? What’s going on?”
“Don’t ever leave me alone with him.”
The way she says him leaves no doubt who it is. Her brother. That psycho. I get a cold, nauseating feeling in my throat whenever I think of him. I’ve known guys like him and they never change. They just get better at covering their tracks.
“He scares me. He always has.”
I run my knuckles along her jaw. “I won’t. Promise.”
“Tomorrow I’m supposed to meet him for lunch. Can you come with me?”
Of course I can, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with her. “What are you going to give me in return?”
Her eyes widen. “Um—you want money?”
The hallway echoes with my laughter. I shake my head. “I don’t want your money.”
“What, then?”
“You. I want you.”
My hand wraps around her head and she gasps in pain as I grab her hair. My mouth descends over hers and she sighs into my mouth. It’s like I’ve just taken a hit of coke. My heart races forward, miles ahead. And then I reach around her back and grab her sweet little ass.
“Joe!”
God, I’ve completely lost it.
All control.
“You’ll be my plaything in return for my protection. Those are my terms, sweetheart.” I plant another kiss on her stunned face. “Take it or leave it.”
“I—I thought you had to help me regardless—”
“You thought wrong.”
Her throat moves up and down. I’ve stunned her into silence. “I guess you’re not such a good guy after all.”
MARISA
BAM! BAM! BAM!
My head jerks from the pillow and I wipe drool from my mouth. There’s a fist hammering at my door, mimicking the pounding in my head. God, what happened last night? It’s a confusing blur of shapes and sounds, and somehow I untangle the confusing web as I sit up in bed, blinking blearily at the sun. I catch a glimpse of myself on the mirror near my bed. I look like a horror show.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Who the fuck—oh, it’s probably my maid service. I changed all the locks when the mafia guys broke into my apartment and never gave the maids the new key. My insides freeze as I wrap a robe around myself. God, that’s probably how they got in. I should fire them.
The cold floor stings my bare feet as I tie the robe and head towards
“Come inside,” she whispers in a slight purr.
Want to. Can’t.
I shake my head stiffly and try not to think about the last time I had sex, or what her tits would feel like in my hands. “I don’t fuck drunk chicks.”
“You could just sleep over. We don’t have to do anything.”
I pin my arms on either side of her head. “If I go in there, I know I’ll fuck you. I’ve self-control, but not that much.”
Not when a hot girl is practically throwing herself at me.
Dude, shut up and just fuck her.
“You just sober up and think about it,” I say in a soft voice. “If you still want my cock inside you, well, that can be arranged.”
“Shit,” she hisses, her face burning so brightly that it’s like a beacon.
I’m not trying to be a rude bastard, but she turned me on and now my head is filled with all the things I’d love to do to her body, and I can’t help it—I haven’t had sex in months. Suddenly I am vividly aware of that small fact.
“Joe,” she whispers, raking her hands up and down my chest. Her lips are slightly red from kissing me and just that alone makes my cock jump in my pants.
I take her hands in mine and hold them away from me as a growl leaves my throat. “I can’t. I am really sorry, but I can’t.”
You ’ re a fucking moron. Just fuck her!
She shakes her head slightly. “Why are you so—why are you doing this?”
“I’m supposed to watch out for you, remember?”
Her eyes look overlarge as she stares up at me, suddenly fearful. “Do you mean it?”
“Yeah, of course. Why? What’s going on?”
“Don’t ever leave me alone with him.”
The way she says him leaves no doubt who it is. Her brother. That psycho. I get a cold, nauseating feeling in my throat whenever I think of him. I’ve known guys like him and they never change. They just get better at covering their tracks.
“He scares me. He always has.”
I run my knuckles along her jaw. “I won’t. Promise.”
“Tomorrow I’m supposed to meet him for lunch. Can you come with me?”
Of course I can, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with her. “What are you going to give me in return?”
Her eyes widen. “Um—you want money?”
The hallway echoes with my laughter. I shake my head. “I don’t want your money.”
“What, then?”
“You. I want you.”
My hand wraps around her head and she gasps in pain as I grab her hair. My mouth descends over hers and she sighs into my mouth. It’s like I’ve just taken a hit of coke. My heart races forward, miles ahead. And then I reach around her back and grab her sweet little ass.
“Joe!”
God, I’ve completely lost it.
All control.
“You’ll be my plaything in return for my protection. Those are my terms, sweetheart.” I plant another kiss on her stunned face. “Take it or leave it.”
“I—I thought you had to help me regardless—”
“You thought wrong.”
Her throat moves up and down. I’ve stunned her into silence. “I guess you’re not such a good guy after all.”
MARISA
BAM! BAM! BAM!
My head jerks from the pillow and I wipe drool from my mouth. There’s a fist hammering at my door, mimicking the pounding in my head. God, what happened last night? It’s a confusing blur of shapes and sounds, and somehow I untangle the confusing web as I sit up in bed, blinking blearily at the sun. I catch a glimpse of myself on the mirror near my bed. I look like a horror show.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Who the fuck—oh, it’s probably my maid service. I changed all the locks when the mafia guys broke into my apartment and never gave the maids the new key. My insides freeze as I wrap a robe around myself. God, that’s probably how they got in. I should fire them.
The cold floor stings my bare feet as I tie the robe and head towards
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