I was a fool. It was true. I was an absolute idiot for wanting to be with Tony. Of course, there were warning signs about him, obvious ones in retrospect. He worked late almost every night, and the whole nightclub thing was shady from the start. But I closed my eyes to it all because I thought I knew Tony. I thought I knew him.
I didn’t. Not at all.
Slowly, I got myself under control. I cried and now I was done crying. I wasn’t going to cry anymore for this. Tony had taken enough from me already and he didn’t deserve to take any more. I was going to get away from him no matter what.
I just had to figure out how.
I stood up and opened the bedroom door. The smell of cooking food hit me and I felt my stomach turn with hunger. I blinked away the sleep and walked down the short hall, turning into the kitchen.
Gates stood in front of the stove, spatula in hand, doing something in a pan.
“Good morning,” he said without turning.
I blinked. “Uh, good morning. How’d you know I was there?”
“Heard you,” he said and grinned at me. “You stomp when you walk.”
I made a face. “That’s not true.”
“It’s very true. You walk like you’re punishing the ground.”
“Don’t be a jerk. It’s too early.”
He shrugged. “There’s coffee over there,” he said, gesturing at a pot. “It’s instant, but it’ll do. I’m also making some eggs.”
“How do we have eggs?” I asked, pouring myself some of the coffee. I took a sip, and although it was bitter and acrid and not good at all, it was the best coffee I’d ever tasted just because it was exactly what I needed in that moment.
“Eggs are powdered,” he said, laughing. “They’re not great, but they’ll do.”
“Perfect. I could eat anything right now.” I sat down at the table, sipping my coffee.”
I watched as Gates cooked. I couldn’t believe he looked so comfortable behind a stove, but he moved like he’d been practicing. Gates was cocky and sometimes a jerk, but he was just so damn handsome. The memory of his hands against my body came rushing back to me, ad I didn’t know how I was going to restrain myself from him.
And I realized that I didn’t want to restrain myself. I realized that I was in the most dangerous moment of my life, and the time for restraint was so far gone. I’d lived for so long with restraint and look where it got me. A mafia ex-boyfriend that wanted me dead.
I stood up and crossed the kitchen. He smirked at me as I approached him, but didn’t say a word. I put my hands on his chest and kissed his lips softly.
He grunted, turning toward me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him, kissing me fiercely. I threw myself at him, pushing him back up against the stove. He grunted into my kiss as I ran my hands down his muscular chest.
I felt his strong arms as I slowly moved my hands down toward his pants. I unbuckled his belt quickly and pulled them down.
“Someone’s impatient,” he said, grinning. “You couldn’t wait for another taste, could you?”
“No,” I said simply as I dropped to my knees. “I really couldn’t.”
His eyes burned with lust as I pulled down his boxer briefs and took his thick cock in my hand. I began to stroke his shaft, needing him to get hard as hell. I wanted to make him come, wanted to taste his hot cum in the back of my throat.
He groaned as I took him between my lips and began to suck his cock. I licked him base to tip, savoring his taste, loving the way he groaned. He laced his fingers through my hair and pressed my head down, forcing me along his shaft.
I began to suck him like that, rolling my hand along his shaft as I sucked his cock. I took him in my mouth, slowly moving down into my throat, as he grunted his pleasure. He pressed me down further.
“Fuck yes,” he said, “I want to feel that cock against the back of your throat.”
I gagged then suppressed it, taking him further, swallowing his whole hard thick cock. I pulled back, gasping for air, as a string of saliva rolled from my lower lip to his cock.
He bent forward and kissed me hard, licking that saliva from my mouth. When he was done, he pressed me back down as I sucked his cock faster, deeper.
“You’re not fucking shy,” he said. “You love having this dick in your mouth, you dirty fucking girl. You love getting sloppy on my cock.”
I moaned, sucking him, sliding up and down his shaft. I let my saliva roll down his skin, not slowing down, sucking his cock like a dirty girl. I wanted to be his dirty girl, wanted him to destroy me, make me his. I loved sucking his cock because it meant I was his. I loved getting sloppy on his cock because it meant I couldn’t hold back.