One night of complete sex.
No consequences.
Nothing to worry about.
It would be nothing more than a dream.
He added a second finger, stretching her ass, and within seconds, he pulled out of her, and his latex-covered cock was at her anus. Slowly, inch by inch, he began to rock inside her. He took his time, sliding in and out. The pain was there but he knew what to do to soothe it. How to work her body so it wasn’t too painful.
She wanted more of him. Hungered for him.
He took her harder and paused the moment he was balls deep inside her ass. There was nothing about her that was virgin anymore. He grabbed her hips and rocked within her, going deeper, filling her, driving her.
She touched her pussy as he fucked her, startling her with how quickly she came. Anal sex was shocking, strange, and she didn’t know if she liked it or not, but as she came for the third time that night, she knew she would never forget this.
Afterward, her mystery man came back with a cloth to clean up her ass. Any other time, she would have been embarrassed, but this time, she wasn’t. She lay on the bed and he joined her, wrapping his arms around her. She expected him to fall asleep, but they ended up having sex twice more.
She didn’t fall asleep.
When she was sure he was no longer awake, she climbed out of bed, gathered her clothes, and left the one crazy night behind, never wanting to see him again.
****
“Please tell me you had a better night than me. I need to know there’s some hope in this world and you had a much better time of it,” Raphael said as Antonio joined him for breakfast at one of their restaurants.
“You took home three girls. How could you not have a good time?”
“One of them was trying to get me to fuck her without a condom. Another kept wanting me to use her ass, and the last one couldn’t give head for shit. It was boring. Do you know what it’s like to be chased by women wanting to catch you? They really think I would marry one of their cheap asses just because they let me fuck it.” Raphael groaned. “How was your night?”
Antonio smiled. “Eventful.”
“I know that smile. You hit the jackpot with the woman, didn’t you?”
Antonio sipped at his coffee, not spilling any details.
“Damn it. You called dibs on the girl before I even got a look.”
From the moment she’d entered the bar last night, he’d wanted her.
“So who is she? Is she another gold-digger? A plant? A rat?”
“She doesn’t have a single clue about our world.” He opened his jacket, pulling out her driver’s license. He’d snagged it from her jeans while he’d been kissing her at his door. “Ellie Taylor. She used to be a foster kid. Never attended college even though she had high grades. Just no one wanted to give her a scholarship. No parents. They died when she was a baby and that’s why she ended up in the system. She does a lot of odd jobs, including waitressing and dog walking. Pays her taxes. No criminal record, not even a single complaint. All of her employers have nothing but nice things to say about her. All in all, she is a sweet, model citizen.”
“And you got all of that since last night?”
“Nope, a couple of hours ago when she snuck out of my apartment while she thought I was sleeping.”
“You stole her ID?”
“That I did.” He had to make sure he wasn’t wrong about her, and he hadn’t been.
His breakfast was brought to the table. The waitress gave Raphael a nice smile, which he didn’t return.
“You know, they’re going to start spitting in your food,” he said, as a way of warning.
“They wouldn’t dream of it. They know their place. It’s in my bed, and nowhere else. Why did you take her ID? I thought it was going to be a one-night thing. That’s all you do, remember?”
He didn’t allow himself to get close to anyone. Women were a pleasure for him, but he wouldn’t change the way he felt. They were useful for one thing only, sex. He didn’t believe in love or marriage. If the Family demanded it, he’d marry. They didn’t need anyone tied to their enforcer. They preferred him to keep up his appearance as being a cold-blooded killer.
It was what he was.
Taking Ellie’s ID wasn’t a good thing. He didn’t even like why he’d done it.
The sex had been amazing, but he’d fucked his fair share of women who’d been amazing. There was nothing special about this woman, apart from her sweetness and her complete lack of fear when it came to him.
He liked it. It was new.
Again, he didn’t fucking know why, because he had no problem with being the monster he was. He lived for the screams of his enemies.