The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4) (13 page)

“Can we just stay here all night? Order some dinner in?” her sweet-sounding voice asks. I take that back, her voice is husky as fuck. Sexy like a woman who’s been sexually satisfied. Christ. The dirty things I want do to her and her body. Fuck. I could have both her and I indulging in acts in this room or at my place that would be considered a felony.
She just gave you her virginity, you fuckwit. Now you’re thinking about tying her up and playing with her pretty pussy, while she has your cock in her mouth.
What the hell is wrong with me?

I have no problem staying here with her and enjoying every bit of privacy we can have. The storm waiting outside for us is cold, colder than the freezing temperatures. “I don’t think anyone could drag me out of here if they tried. Are you okay?” I stroke her long hair. The urge to grab a fistful of it while I drive into her from behind is overwhelming. Her perfect little ass red from my hand. Fuck. I want to do so many things with this woman. Here’s the thing. I have a feeling Anna has been holding out on me. I meant it when I said she’s naughty. She has a streak to her, dying to get out. To explore.

“Well, I can definitely feel I’ve had a big cock inside of me. But yes, Dilan, I’m good.” Those lips and tongue of hers are going to have my cock inside of them in about 2.5 seconds if she keeps her taunting ways about her. Mischievous little thing.

“Yeah, you’re good all right.” My words insinuate a double suggestion. My dick is still hard. I need more. Much more. “I’m only good because of you.” Aw fuck. She’s out of her damn mind.

“I think you have it backwards, baby. Women make men better, and I meant sex. My dick is still hard.” I trace the delicate skin above the curve of her ass, the tips of my fingers aching to go further. To sink one into her tight hole, while my cock sinks into the other.

“I know what you meant, you ass. I’m not sure how to respond. What I am going to do is take a bath. When I get out, I’d like to hear as much as you’re willing to tell me about the meeting today.” How the hell can we be talking about sex, and then she changes the subject to the last thing I want to discuss with her right now? Her naked breasts keep my dick hard though, while her words have him wanting to lie flaccid against my stomach. Her ass wins this battle of her body parts as I catch sight of her perky backside.

Oh, the things I want to do with you, my naughty Anna
, I think to myself. My cock may want to drive hard and deep into her tight, silky pussy, but fuck, those tits. Yeah, he wants those too. I’m taming down all control by a tight, thin shred. My mind is flittering back and forth from making love to her to downright fucking the hell out of her, or better yet, having her ride my cock and fucking the hell out of me, with her tits bouncing and her pussy gripping me skintight, while she glides her wetness up and down me. Fuck me. I’m a goner.

I reach for her before she has the chance to completely escape, dragging her up and over me. Her brows quirk up when she feels how hard I am, those luscious tits pressing up against my chest. I’m definitely fucking those sweet babies.

“Take your time in there. Just know though, I’m far from done with you. I’m going to fuck those sweet tits of yours, Anna, while I have your wrists tied above your head.” What I presume is eagerness spreads across her face as her eyes light up with anticipation. I know there’s a naughty, kinky side suppressed inside of her. I sense it. It drives me out of my goddamn mind.

“You can do anything you want to me, Dilan. Just know I will be doing the same.” Fuck, yes, she will. “Challenge accepted.” To say she doesn’t look tempted would be an understatement. Her facial expression turns devious. My cock twitches as all kinds of seductive ideas run like a herd of wild animals through my head. I swat her on her ass, roll us over, and grind my cock up against her pussy. I know damn well she’s sore, even though I took it easy on her when all I wanted to do was pound her sweet little body into the mattress.

“You’re beautiful. Now, go take your bath. I’ll order some dinner, turn on the fireplace, and then I’m going to explore every enticing inch of this body. Then we’ll talk.” But first, I need her mouth on mine. I take it hard, biting her lower lip, sucking it deep into my mouth, then grab a hold of her tongue like it’s my lifeline to salvation, sucking it deep into my mouth. She moans as she duels her dainty, little tongue, her lively lips with mine. She squirms beneath me. My cock can’t take any more, and I may have become the most lethal man on this planet. I want out of this place to explore life with her, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to stop me.

“Go, baby.” I knife up off of her, watch her saunter off the bed, her ass inviting me to take it the way it sways when she walks into the bathroom. I wait until I hear the water running then pull the comforter off of the bed when I notice small specs of blood from her innocence. A purity that belongs to me. One I will do everything in my power to not forget. To seal it tight inside the book of her in my head. I toss it on the side of the bed facing the window. The signs of nightfall flash through the small hole from the closed curtains. Standing there naked, my cock slowly dwindling, I notice small amounts of blood on me. I cannot help but smile. She’s mine in every way. Not a possession, she’s her own woman, and yet the feelings I have for her run extensively through my veins. I clean myself up at the sink in the tiny kitchen then reach for my sweats, tugging them up and over me.

I should call my uncle, pass on the voice mail I received to him. The water is still running. No fucking way she needs to know about this. Especially after what the two of us shared. I’ve invested way too much of my time, learning every damn thing I can about these motherfuckers. From the time they take a fucking shit to the time they fall asleep in their fancy ass fucking beds. I’m not giving them my time with Anna. Not here. I wish to hell I could say not ever, but the truth is, I can’t. I have to tell her something. She’s worried and I get it. What my uncle needs to know can’t wait.

Therefore, I snatch my phone and find his number. When his voicemail picks up, I leave him the message, telling him what the dumb fuck told me, then let him know to call the room phone if he needs me, praying to god he doesn’t. I want him and my aunt to enjoy themselves too. Especially with the shit that went down last night. That bitch is fucking crazy. I can only imagine the state she left those men in. Gutted down to nothing. I cringe when visions of their bodies flash in my mind. She needs to be gone. She’s a serious waste of space on this earth. How can one person be evil like she is, have a heart so black you would never be able to see through it? And then there’s the one who gave herself to me. A heart so pure it glows without her even trying. I’m one hell of a lucky man.

It pains the hell out of me to know those guys were doing their job, and out of nowhere that cunt slices the shit out of them. Hell, what their families must be going through right now. Pure fucking torture.

Like last night when Anna and I talked briefly about this… I’m pushing that shit from my mind. It will be there for the rest of my life, the guilt, the shame, and the anger. It won’t matter if we wipe every single one of them out. Kill them all. The memories will always be there. “Shit.” I toss my phone down on the couch.

“You all right out there?” Anna calls out. “More than all right. Trying to decide if I want to dip the strawberries in chocolate or champagne, then lick them from your sweet pussy.” It’s no lie. I do need to order, and I do want to lick her pussy. Fuck the damn food. I can go without the food, but one taste of her, and I’m at the mercy of needing her to survive.

“Come here, Dilan.” I chuckle at her bossiness. I also know if I walk in there and see her in that big tub, we won’t be eating any form of sustenance. Well, she won’t. I sure the fuck will.

“Good lord, Anna, are you trying to make me have heart failure?” I freeze, my hands gripping the frame to the bathroom door, my eyes bouncing all over this bathroom floor like those tiny bouncy balls you get out of one of those gumball machines from the sight of this naughty little temptress. “Closer,” she demands. I study every inch of her spread out across the long vanity in the bathroom. Her body is dripping wet. Her legs are spread open, her fingers playing with her clit. Fuck, for a woman who lost her innocence only a few minutes ago, she sure as hell knows how to play with fire. Fire that shoots straight to my dick.

“Sweet Jesus, Anna.” All rationality tells me to go to her, take her finger off of that sweet little nub and replace it with my mouth, but that look of pure female satisfaction on her face as her mouth parts and her head tilts sideways with those damn hazard warning eyes flaring, sends enough sparks straight to my cock, that if I were to take two steps to my right and fall in the bathtub, she would kill me. I’d fucking electrocute.

“You wanted my breasts, come and get them.” A shameless smile plays at the corners of her mouth. Her body may have been innocent, but her mind and the way she plays with her pussy sure as hell aren’t. This goddess is a handful. I can envision nothing short of pure, blissful bedroom explorations with her. She’s a live wire. A man’s definition of perfection.

“You’re going to play with that sweet pussy while I slide my cock in between your breasts, down your stomach, and back up into your mouth. Don’t take your finger off of it. Do you hear me?” She moans instead of answering me, then we stare at each other as I glide my sweats down my legs, grip my cock, and move to stand directly above her.

“Answer me,” I demand. “Yes.” That barely-there word knocks the damn breath out of me. She gasps, obviously close to a release. “Don’t fucking come without me either.”

I admire the view once more of her pink, bare pussy as she rubs her clit. The countertop is at a perfect angle for me to skim my cock up her stomach. She groans and arches her back. I gently press her back down, teasing her with my jerky cock across her skin.

“I can’t fuck your tits, baby, not sideways like this, but I sure as fuck can stroke him while I rub over the top of this nipple.” I bend and pull the taut peak into my mouth. “Oh, my.” She squirms. I glance down to make sure she is doing exactly what I told her to do, her finger moving feverishly in circles. “Beautiful,” I whisper.

My cock damn near crawling to her tit himself, the minute the tip touches the hard nipple, he jerks, circling the pink flesh while I stroke him vigorously.

“Tell me, Anna. Do you think of me when you touch yourself? Do you wish those were my fingers, or my tongue on you, or better yet, my cock sliding in and out of you?” The devilish smirk on her face tells me she is. I want to hear her say it. “All the time, Dilan. From the first night I met you, I wished it were you.” Her words come out huskily, her voice raw and sexy as fuck.

“Me too, baby. Every time I stroked my cock while lying in bed, I fantasized it was you. But god, woman, not a goddamn one of those days or nights compares to the real you.” This position may be uncomfortable as hell, but I don’t give a fuck. I slant forward, the muscles in my stomach constricting, my balls tightening, ready to shoot my come straight to the tip of my cock. I take her mouth in a wild kiss of pure pleasure, relishing on the way her tongue strokes mine. My hand jerks my cock harder, the need to come all over her tit uncontrollable. Her mouth can suck me later, while I have my tongue inside of her. Right now, those tits are begging for me to come all over them.

“You close? Because I sure as fuck am.” I tell her when I pull my mouth from hers and draw my eyes back to the sweet spot between her thighs. “God, yes.” She blows out a gasp of air. I bring my free hand up to her neck and close my fingers delicately around her throat, feeling her pulse quicken from my touch.
“Let go.” When she bows her back and moans my name, I come all over her tit, marking her in the best territorial way, smearing and spreading my release all over her porcelain skin. Son of a bitch. I could do that again, mark her everywhere. Preferably her sweet ass.

I look at her, this naughty woman, who has my knees damn near buckling from under me. Her face is flush, her mouth is parted open, her wisdom of knowing exactly what she’s doing inscribed all over her. Her body may be innocent, but her mind sure the hell isn’t. She’s as devious as they come. In a damn good way.

Our food arrives about a half hour after our bathroom tryst. Both of us cleaned up. Anna is sitting cross-legged on the couch next to me, while the fire warms the room.

She takes the last bite of her cheeseburger, wipes her mouth with her napkin, and then tosses it onto her empty plate. I know what’s coming next. My uncle has already called me, demanding to listen to the voicemail. He wants to hear every word himself. I told him I’d call him back as soon as we finished eating. There was no way around her not hearing my conversation with him.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I’m ready to tell her a small part of it when there’s a knock on the door, startling the both of us.

“Anna.” It’s her mom.

“Coming.” Wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, she gets up to answer.

“What are you doing?” Grace saunters in, her eyes protruding when she takes in the messy sight of the room.

“Just finished eating,” Anna answers, her voice irritated.

“Hi, Grace.” I stand to greet her. Her eyes are flicking from my naked chest to the bed with no comforter. Shit. I love this woman, but if there is any mother who is overly protective of her child, it’s her. I understand it’s only been the two of them their whole lives, Anna’s father always coming and going. For the most part, Anna has always spoken highly of her dad, in spite of him leading a double life.

“I wanted to check on you. I haven’t heard from you in a while. I apologize if I interrupted anything.” Her eyes are begging me not to do anything to hurt her daughter. I meet her gaze, determined to show her I won’t.

“I’m fine, mom. Like I said, we just finished eating.”

“I need to go to my uncle,” I interrupt and grab my shirt from the floor, along with my tennis shoes.

“Okay. Don’t be long,” Anna expresses more out of worry than anything else.