The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(9)

We were so close that we were almost the same person, in a way. I was  supposed to be pretending to be somebody else, but he'd brought parts of  me to the surface I wasn't even sure I had, and knew me in ways nobody  else did.

"You're incredible," he whispered.

I smiled, even though he couldn't see it from his vantage point, then  bit my lip when he started working that crazy voodoo magic again on my  skin just behind and below my ear. The next thing I knew, Ryan was  slowly thrusting his cock in and out of me again, kissing me hard.

Was this normal? Didn't men need a break? How long could I keep up with him for?

I started moaning again.





Ryan





No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I could feel myself drifting up  through the layers of consciousness, until my eyes popped open and I  squinted at the bright morning light streaming in through my windows. I  felt like I'd been in the deepest sleep any man had ever achieved, but  only for a few seconds.

That wasn't exactly true, though. The night sky had only just begun  lightening when Sarina and I had passed out after the longest non-stop  sex-marathon I'd ever had and, whatever time it was now, it was at least  full daylight.

That poor girl took everything I could possibly give her and, fuck she  had felt good wrapped around my cock. Of course, I'd never had sex that  didn't feel good, but this was something else. This was heaven on Earth,  a pussy that imparted so much pleasure it should be worshipped day and  night.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked towards the other side of  the bed, memories of what it felt like to be inside her doing their best  to fend off the sleepiness. She wasn't there. I looked around my  apartment and couldn't spot her anywhere.

The only sounds came from the distant traffic far below and the general  hum of the building. Had she really run away while I was passed out?

I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. My muscles ached as I  rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands. Holy shit. Her off-the-scale  hotness had driven me crazy, I'd fucked her even after I was running on  empty because it felt so good.

Pleasure like that was a real mind-bender. I almost thought she might  have been a hallucination, until I spotted her panties sitting in a  crumpled heap on my bookshelf.

I laughed, imagining her frantic and silent search of my apartment for  that last elusive piece of clothing before she had to give up and cut  her losses. Even the quiet chuckle made my abs hurt. Wow.

With a shake of my head, I rose to my feet. The downside of fucking a  girl as hot as Sarina was that going back to the usual girls was going  to be like a kick in the balls. She was so tight I could still feel the  grip of her pussy on my cock.

Turning to look at my bed, I saw a war zone. The sheets were all messed  up, and covered in the aftermath of our fucking, including spots of  blood.

I breathed in, then let my air out slowly with puffed-out cheeks. A  virgin. I'd never had one of those before. By all accounts they were  supposed to be the worst lays, not the fucking best.

A virgin. How could a girl that hot be a virgin? It was a damn good  question as far as I was concerned, but it did kind of put my mind at  ease about another little thing.

The cops wouldn't send a girl in to tempt me with her virginity, any  more than a virgin girl would offer up her first time for the sake of a  police investigation. That was really un-cop-like behavior.

Not only that, but if she did go to bed to me to earn my trust …  why  would she bolt in the morning without trying to use her position to her  advantage? The cop hypothesis didn't hold up.

I laughed again as I headed for the shower, remembering the dopey look  on that Cannibal's face as he got fucked up by a champagne bottle over  the head. What got into those guys anyway?

She was a …  unique girl to say the least. I thought about her as the hot  water worked on my aches and pains, but was unable to wash away the  memory of how hard she made me cum.

A screamer too. There were times I thought that my neighbors might call  the cops because they thought somebody was getting murdered, she was  that loud.

Maybe, since she was screaming "Yes!" and "Fuck me!" that put everybody  within earshot at ease, because there had been no interruptions. I dried  myself off and wrapped the towel around me as I headed to the kitchen.         

     



 

I was sipping my coffee and waiting for my toast to pop up before I looked at the clock on the microwave.

"Fuck!"

Ten past eleven. I slammed my coffee down on the counter and it sloshed  over the top. I was already half-dressed by the time my precious  caffeine settled back down in the mug.

The Acardis gave me my own lab to run, with a few assistants who had  standing orders to clean the fuck out of everything if I wasn't there to  tell them otherwise. The Acardis didn't care what hours I worked, as  long as I met my quota, but today I had a meeting with Giovanni Acardi.  At eleven o'clock.

I hadn't slept this late in years. I'd never been late for my monthly  meeting before. It was probably going to make things even more tense  than they normally were.

With only one piece of dry toast and my backpack for company, I was out  the door and heading down in the elevator in record time. I drummed my  fingers on the wall as it descended at what felt like a snail's pace, as  if somebody had hit the slow setting on the fuckin' thing.

These meetings shouldn't have been such ordeals, but Giovanni was a real  cocksucker. Hell, the higher up in the family you looked, the bigger an  asshole the Acardi tended to be.

All that should have happened was Giovanni ticking a box in a notebook  that my quota was met, as agreed, they pay me my fucking money, and I  give them a list of things I need in the next shipment of supplies and  equipment. Instead, we did all that, plus Giovanni had to give me a  spiel about how great the Acardis were, how lucky I was as a lowly  non-Italian to be blessed with working with them, don't forget my place,  what the fuck do I need all this shit for, blah, blah, blah, it was  never-ending.

Out on the street, I hailed a cab and gave the driver the directions.  Thank fuck it wasn't the same cabbie from last night. That would have  been awkward.

It was eleven twenty-nine when I stepped out on to the sidewalk again  and craned my neck up at what was officially called the Trafford Tower,  but which everybody in the know called the Acardi Building. Construction  workers milled around, looking like they were doing nothing in the kind  of way that only construction workers could.

Even with all the rebuilding work going on in the city after the  earthquake last year, it was a quick and relatively hassle-free trip.  The real ordeal would happen way up there at the top.





Ryan





"Do you know who I am?" Giovanni asked.

"Met you dozens of times, haven't I?"

You could almost see the steam coming out of Giovanni's ears. It was so  fucking easy to get these guys pissed off. You didn't even have to know  what buttons to push, just push any fucking button and that would do it.

"Johnny, do me a favor and hold a gun to this cocksucker's head."

The soldier behind me and to my right stepped up and pressed the barrel  against my ear painfully. It was an empty threat, and Giovanni knew that  I knew it. And that was pissing him off even more.

I'd been very careful to keep the intricate details of my manufacturing  process to myself. The people working under me were doing very specific  tasks, and none of them were involved with too large a chunk of the  entire thing.

Much of it was over the heads of all but the brightest chemists working  in the industry at the moment, but I was always careful to look out for  new guys who seemed to know a little bit too much about what they were  doing. They tended to get mysteriously sick and have to leave.

The fact was that Alberico Acardi would have Giovanni's head on a stake  if Giovanni had me killed, even if they were cousins. I tried to  calculate how much money my product was making for the family, based on  how much I used to sell it for. It could very well have been in the  billion-dollar range by now.

All from little old me. They didn't want that cash cow's milk to dry up.  Still, the gun was hurting my fucking ear, and it was a pain I could do  without.

"OK, you're Giovanni Acardi."

"I snap my fingers and you end up in a dumpster, motherfucker, don't you  forget it. Alberico is too soft on you. If I had my way, you'd be in  that lab in chains, not in here smart-mouthing and getting paid a king's  fucking ransom every month."

Yeah, Alberico was a real fucking peach. The first time I realized I'd  come up on the Acardi's radar was when six guys jumped me and I was  given this deal that honestly confused me as much as it did Giovanni.

Get paid, great autonomy, run your own lab …  or we kill your mother and  bury you alive with her corpse for a while until you have a change of  heart. I thought Alberico must have been reading some crazy Art of War  kind of shit at the time, like I'd be a better chemist for them if I was  under the illusion that I was valued.