I closed my eyes for a moment, searching my entire being for the courage for what I was about to do. “Fine. If I can’t have you, then I want right now. I want right this second to feel you.” I tentatively pressed my palm to his chest. “I want to taste you.” I lowered my hand to the bulge in his pants. “I want to feel your cock between my lips.” I quickly undid his pants, releasing him from the confinement. “I want to show you that I can be just as dark as you if you would allow me. I want to rape you with my mouth.”
Matthew stood still, never making a move to stop me in my mission. I took this as a sign to continue on.
Maybe this was his language. No begging. No talk of reason. Nothing but filth and erotic indecency.
I knelt down, placed his hardened cock on the base of my tongue, and closed my lips tightly around him. Looking up into his eyes, I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft. Matthew never looked away. He never closed his eyes for a moment. He watched as I began my seduction. I tightened my lips and worked my tongue in small circles along the entire length. His taste, his smell, and his entire aura was everything to mesmerize me.
The weight of the demon rested on my tongue, and I nearly orgasmed because of it.
Matthew reached for my hair to stop me. “Aria,” he moaned.
I looked up into his eyes with his cock still in my mouth. I pulled it out enough to whisper, “Don’t, Matthew. I’m not the scared little princess you once took from her father’s house. I am a woman with desires, needs, and a hunger for you like nothing I could have imagined.” I lowered my mouth down to the base of his cock and slowly back to the tip. Removing his penis just enough to speak again, I rasped, “I want to be bad. I want to show you that I can dance in your world if you’ll let me.”
He closed his eyes and threw his head back in euphoric surrender. I knew I had won this battle. I smiled wickedly at my success and continued my quest to please Matthew like he had never been.
“Fuck my face,” I mumbled, ready to take it to the next level of kinky debauchery.
Suddenly the back door of the kitchen opened with a gust of wind. Standing in the doorway, was good ol’ Tennessee. Thin lips worked their way into a smirk as he crossed his arms across his chest.
“Oh, don’t mind me. Please continue on,” he offered with a chuckle. “It’s not like this is the kitchen we cook in or anything for fuck’s sake.”
I scrambled to my feet in shock and embarrassment, wiping signs of our act from the corners of my mouth.
“We were,” Matthew began, shoving his cock back into his pants, “just saying goodbye. It’s time to head back to New Orleans tomorrow.”
“New Orleans?” Tennessee asked, wide-eyed. “Our little vacation is over?”
“Yeah,” Matthew said, giving me a sad but also stern look that left no question his mind had been made up. “It’s come to an end.”
20
Matthew
I was an arrogant bastard. You had to be in business. Never show fear. Never show doubt. And most definitely show you are willing to bend. That’s how I built my empire to its strength, and I wasn’t about to falter now.
Luckily, I had six other business partners who were taking my security and my life seriously when it came to meeting up with Vittorio. My arrogance could have gotten me shot, or even worse—captured and tortured, if I did it my way. I would have just walked up to him with his daughter in my arms and handed her over as he handed over the paintings. Nice and simple. Black and white.
But it was far from that.
Vittorio had men. I had men.
And nothing about this situation or my situation with Aria was black and white. Gray was a murky arena that I could not just gladiator my way through toward victory.
I watched Aria walk to the middle of the large parking lot with two of my men on each side of her. Four men from Vittorio’s side also approached the middle carrying my paintings with them. I could see Vittorio Costa in the distance watching just as he could see me.
The exchange happened quickly and flawlessly.
And Aria never looked back as she joined her father on his side of the black terrain.
She never looked at me once. No goodbye. No fuck you. No hidden message. Nothing.
“Come on,” Lennon said. “We got them all.”
“It’s over,” Harley Crow said. “A deal’s a deal, and you both are honorable men for conducting the transaction cleanly.”