Camouflage (Predator and Prey #1) (5 page)

He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at me dead on. “And if I do not agree?”

“Then we have no more to discuss,” I said evenly. “What would be the alternative, anyway? I tell you I’m finished with you so you take me against my will?”

“Absolutely,” he countered wickedly. “On second, thought that could be fun. Rocco,” he instructed his driver, “let us take the lady to dine.”

His voice was baritone silk and laced with old world charm. His English, though unbroken and smooth in delivery, lacked modern colloquialisms. He was a complete contradiction to the men I’d usually be attracted to, and yet it was undeniable.

We said little as we stared one another down. I was all for conversation. I was curious about him, but it wasn’t in the cards for our drive to dinner. I saw his erection grow in his jeans as we wordlessly expressed to each other our intentions. The cabin grew thick with tension as we fucked each other without touching. My hunger for him had reached unbearable.

“Did you enjoy watching me?” I asked, referring to the valet buried between my legs.

“Not at all,” he snapped. “I intended to finish what I started.”

“You’re going to have to move faster than that,” I said coyly.

“You did not enjoy it, either,” he remarked coolly.

“It was your game,” I said heatedly. “Still is.”

“Tonight, my game is simple. I am going to fuck you ...hard. And I am going to hurt you.” His eyes were deadly.

Instead of his tone setting in fear, it set me on fire.

“Your game, Daniello, though I must warn you since you were kind enough to do the same. I’m not so easily broken.”

“I have no intention of trying to tame your will. It is one of the things I like about you.”

I smiled. “It’s the
only thing
you know about me.”

“Well, you can tell me more at dinner.” He gestured as the driver opened the door.

“Thank you,” I said, taking Rocco’s hand and stepping down from the truck. Without acknowledging me in any way, Rocco closed the door behind us and resumed his seat behind the wheel.

“What polite help you have there, Mr. Di Giovanni.”

“He is not a fan of Americans,” Daniello remarked, amused. “Do not bother trying to befriend him.”

“Fine by me.”

Daniello grabbed my hand, ushering me into the small seaside restaurant. Though I may have demanded dinner, Daniello seemed to have arranged it already as we were led to a very small and intimate private dining room. As I sipped my white wine, I asked my first question.

“So, you clearly aren’t a fan of American’s either, seeing as how you criticize our ways of keeping sexual acts behind closed doors. Exactly which country should I frequent where finger fucking is allowed at a local bar?”

He smirked as he sipped his brandy. “You people lack passion, romance.”

“And that was your idea of romance?” Though my voice was steady, I was having a hard time hiding my reaction to the sight in front of me. Every inch of Daniello was perfection, from his brown toned skin to his dark hair and perfectly etched but full features. His size was an absolute turn on. He filled his clothes out perfectly and I knew what lay beneath was a solid, if not muscle covered body. I also knew his cock was massive and just as beautiful.

He crossed his arms. “No, that was easy gratification. Her eyes told me she wanted me and so I gratified her with my fingers. I appreciated her lust for me and I returned it to her. She was in need and did not require romance.”

“Is that what you call what you did?”

“Yes, that is what I call what I did as I spread her out on her back that night and filled her pussy with my cock.”

I sat shocked as he leaned in. “I see the jealousy in your eyes, Taylor.”

“You see what you want to see,” I quipped. “And for the record, it’s not my concern what you do with other women.” Frustration rolled off of me. “I could end this before it starts. You come off as a pompous ass right now, which I do
not
find attractive. You talk a big game and have a beautiful face, but you should know those traits are not isolated to wherever you came from. In fact, that’s
very
American. I could throw a stone and hit another man just as full of himself. You came after me, try not to forget that.”

“I have offended you. I apologize,” he said, picking up his water glass.

“Are you sure you know the definition of passion? Because from where I’m sitting, all I see is boasting. For all I know you may have no clue how to use that beautiful cock.”

“Now you are the one being rude,” he snapped, pulling out his napkin and smacking the air with it before placing it in his lap.

“This was a mistake,” I said, pushing my chair from the table.

“One night,” he said, stopping me before I stood. “One night, Taylor.” I loved the way he said my name. The way his voice accented it so ornately it seemed important. And by the way he was looking at me, I felt that way. He didn’t want me to leave. There was no plea, no question. Just a simple command.

“I’ve got nothing to lose,” I rasped out, straightening in my chair as the food was set before us.

“That is where you are wrong.”

“Are we back here again already?” I rolled my eyes and nearly jumped back as Daniello stood quickly, took the two steps to my chair, and pulled me from my seat. “Taylor,” he breathed as his fingers brushed my face before he cradled my head and stopped his lips a hairsbreadth from mine. He held me snugly to him, as if I were precious, and I fought the urge to disintegrate the last of the space between us.

“I look at you and I truly want you, Taylor. You are not angry with me, you are angry with your need.” His breath tickled my skin as he leaned in further, brushing his lips against mine before he spoke. “What you need, what your body is screaming for, I want to give it.” I felt a strange tug inside of me as his hands held me delicately. He stood perfectly still as his eyes wandered to my lips. “If this night is the extent of our time together, I will try to show more restraint ...until I get you alone.”

All I could do was nod as his lips gently descended on mine. Once connected, the inferno took over. My moan reverberated throughout his mouth as I opened for him and his skilled tongue stroked me tenderly and thoroughly. All my anger vanished and anything left unsaid fell away as he tasted me completely with his tongue. Unable to control my reaction, I melted into him, gripping his shoulders to keep myself standing as we moved in unison, unable to get enough. Just as I expected him to pull away, he dug in deeper, completely ruining my chances of escape.

His tongue was velvet as it stroked mine and our mouths molded together. The only thought swirling inside of my head was that I didn’t want it to end. When he’d had his fill, he slowed our kiss, still tasting me gently with his tongue and swiping my lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. I kept my eyes closed as he finally pulled away, afraid he would see what was in them.

“Taylor,” he urged gently.

“One night,” I said, certain it would be all I could handle. I could compartmentalize lust, but this attraction was far too strong. He was like the opposite end of a magnet and I had no choice. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face carefully.

“I cannot wait to taste all of you,” he whispered, pulling my lip inside his mouth again as I kept my whimper inside. “Watch you come all over my cock.”

“Okay,” I said as my knees turned to Jell-O. He laughed loudly as I tried desperately to keep my cool. He let go of me and pulled out my chair. I took it, thankful. When we resumed dinner, the air had changed around us. It was no longer filled with contempt, just lust and longing. I finished my scallops with a low appreciative moan.

“That was delicious, thank you,” I murmured.

Daniello set down a large amount of cash on the table, stood, then held out his hand for me. I took it without hesitation as he led me through the front door and guided me into the waiting SUV. He immediately pulled me into his lap and our lips crashed together, as if not a minute had passed since our kiss in the restaurant. Daniello pulled his mouth away and leaned over, removing my heels before smoothing his hand up my leg, and not stopping until his fingers lightly brushed my sex. I jumped in surprise as he pulled my chin with his other hand so I was staring right at him as his fingers pushed my panties to the side and invaded me hard and fast.

“Oh,” I said, trying to get my face out of his grasp as he plunged in and out of my pussy with his skilled digits. In an attempt to control my reaction, I closed my eyes. His fingers squeezed tightly around my jaw and I opened them immediately, giving him what he wanted.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet, Taylor. You need me?”

Without hesitation, I moaned out a yes.

“Show me your desire for me. It pleases me,” he commanded. “I will be good to you, beautiful woman. I will covet you.”

“Please,” I pleaded, begging for relief. “Free me like you did her.”

“Were you jealous?” he asked as his finger flicked my clit with expert speed.

“I wanted to see her come,” I said truthfully. “But I wanted it to be me.”

“Ahhh, and I wanted your attention. That is passion, Taylor, no?” He still had me gripped in both of his hands as I braced for freedom. His hand stilled and I damn near burst into tears. “I asked you a question, Taylor.”

“Yes, yes,” I said in agreement, pushing against his hand for more friction.

He lifted me from his lap, so I straddled him and pulled my skirt up so it sat at my sides. I moved to unzip his pants but he stopped me by placing my hands on his shoulders. I leaned in for a kiss, which he granted with a greedy tongue. He pulled my legs farther apart so my pussy was hovering over the bulge in his pants and then snapped my underwear away at my hip so it lay on my opposite leg against my thigh. Pulling away from our kiss, I looked down at the exposed dripping mess between my legs.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Keep your hands on my shoulders,” he ordered roughly. I nodded as he slipped his middle and pointer finger in my shuddering mouth and I sucked quickly, wetting them. The wet digits moved between my thighs and I damn near jumped at the spark that ignited with the regain of his touch. His fingers worked quickly as I studied the beautiful heat residing in his ever changing brown eyes.

“Obedience pleases me, Taylor.”

I looked upward, briefly unable to hold our gaze, and felt the sharp slap of his hand on my thigh. It was painful and I bucked into his teasing fingers as my angry eyes met his. His smirk told me he liked my reaction.

I felt the wave of pleasure begin to pulse and bloom as he plunged in and out and then covered my needy clit with my desire before diving back in. He repeated this until I began to come apart at the seams, my body begging for relief though I remained wordless.

“Patience,” he whispered as I played into his hands. The SUV slowed and stopped and I moved to pull my skirt down.

Removing what was left of my panties, I tucked them into my purse as I questioned him. “I don’t play Russian roulette with my body. Are you covered?” He seemed surprised by my question. I had an implant in my arm that ensured no surprises, but needed reassurance from him regardless.

“I do not, either. This is not an issue.” I nodded as the door opened. All members of The Rabbit Hole had to be tested monthly, so I didn’t bother arguing with him. When I recognized where we were, I looked up at him in question.

“Shouldn’t you be extended an invitation?”

“Your home is the only place we will have,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward my condo.

“Do you know everything about me?” I asked, slightly irritated.

“Only the geographical, the rest I learn from you,” he answered as I slid my key into the lock.

“I’m afraid there isn’t much to—” My breath was knocked out of me as he slammed my back against the door, knocking it closed. Before I had a chance to react, his mouth was on me and his hands caressed every surface of my body.

“Enough talk,” he barked as he pulled away, ripping the bottom half of my blouse open. He pushed my skirt up again so it cradled my hips and lifted me off of my feet. Carrying me down the hall, he spotted my bedroom and sat me down gently on my king bed. We matched breath for breath as I explored him while he undressed. His shoes and jeans went first. His build was more than I could have hoped for. Thick bulging ridges covered his stomach and chest, leaving a wonderland of exploration just inches away from my fingertips. His legs were thick, muscular, and perfectly proportioned to his upper body. I stayed motionless as he revealed the rest of himself to me. My mouth watered as his boxers remained, the only thing between me and the view I’d been wanting for months. Daniello walked up to me near the bed, his ripped stomach in full view and a light dusting of hair leading down into his briefs.

“Take,” he bit out on edge. “Take what you want just this once,” he insisted.

I wasted no time freeing him from his shorts and attaching my lips to the sparse hair on his abdomen. Flattening my tongue, I explored every divot, every hard ridge, and down past his waiting cock to suck his large sack, and then descended even further to lick the sweet spot behind it. His moan was welcome as he ran his large hands up and down my back to encourage me. He was perfectly groomed, which I appreciated as I gripped him hard in my hand, looking up to his stone face. Teeth gritted, jaw firm, he was holding back and I was further convinced as his length twitched in my hand when my mouth finally enveloped him.