Chapter Two-Goddess.
ADONIS'S POINT OF VIEW
I was sitting in the V.I.P. lounge with my brothers, finalizing a deal with the vice president of the Hells Angels. I was annoyed that the president sent his vice, but he explained that he had a family emergency, and I understood.
Family comes first.
We are four brothers. I’m the oldest at 34, followed by Liam, 32, Blaze, 29, and Fabian, the family's baby, who is 22.
We are the sons of Cornelius Vincenzi, known as the king of the Empire, and I’m his successor. I’m not officially in charge yet because my dad thinks I’m missing something, but I strongly disagree. He thinks I should wait until I find the right woman to keep me in check.
Right. I’m laughing right now.
Yes, Mom keeps him in check; she’s the only one my father fears. Well, we all fear her, but not because she’s a killer—she is anything but. It's because we love her, and she can hurt us in a way that no one else can, using any weapon whatsoever, simply by looking at us with disappointment in her eyes. Anyway, my dad believes there’s a woman out there for me too, but as I said, I’m 34, a manwhore, and crazy as hell. I could go as far as to say I’m a psychopath. And I don't believe in love. Not romantic love.
I have feelings only for my family, and I doubt that any woman will magically make me love her the way I love my blood relatives. So, I just wait for my dad to realize that fairytales like his and mom’s don’t happen in our time, and officially take over.
At the moment, I’m bored as fuck, and all I want is to finish, have a quick fuck, and go home.
“So, we get a 10% discount on every shipment, " my brother Liam says to Lohan.
“Yes,” Lohan answers politely because he knows we’re not to fuck with. We’re all a bunch of crazy motherfuckers.
“We need at least two shipments a month. Can you deliver?” I ask in an emotionless voice, and he nods confidently.
I don’t understand why my dad insisted that I come, too. Liam could have handled the guy just fine by himself.
I lean over and take the bottle of whiskey from the ice bucket to pour myself some, but before I can tip the bottle, out of the corner of my eye, I see something that makes me freeze.
Fuck me sideways.
A stunning brunette with long, toned legs, wearing a red, elegant yet sultry dress that hits just above the knee, revealing just the right amount of skin. As she moves through the crowd, people make way for her, but her eyes are fixed straight ahead, unbothered by the attention.
Her head is held high, but not in a condescending or narcissistic manner; she’s just confident and doesn’t care what others think of her.
A guy stops her and says something, to which she replies. I don’t think the guy expected that answer because he looks surprised. Then, she gives him a small, polite smile and walks away gracefully without looking back once.
Shit, she’s hot.
As she approaches, I can see she isn’t wearing a bra, and even though the dress isn’t tight over her breasts, I can still see that they are round, and the fucking nipples... fuck. me. dead.
The red dress is paired with black stilettos, bright red lipstick, and a pair of eyeglasses you see in porn movies.
Teacher fucking style of glasses.
Fuck my life.
She is elegant, confident, and fucking gorgeous.
She walks like a queen, looks like a queen, and for some reason, I hope she acts like one, too.
“Bro...” My other brother, Blaze, pulls me out of the spell the stunning brunette cast over me, but not completely.
“Adonis!” Liam calls my name louder, and I turn, my eyes blazing at him.
Goddamn, if they weren’t my brothers...
“What the fuck do you want?” I snap angrily, and I bet I just killed them with my glare.
“Relax. We need to finish this…” Liam says in a low voice so Boris won’t hear and realize that I lost them a while ago. Even if we’re not afraid of them, we don’t need unnecessary wars.
“So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?” Boris asks, but honestly, I didn’t hear what they were discussing, and I don’t care either. I just want to finish and keep looking at the goddess who is now sitting next to our lounge. Liam subtly nudges me, reminding me that I’m the one who has to make the deal.
“As long as you keep your end of the deal, we shouldn’t have a problem. But, if you fuck with us, and I hope for your own sake you are not that stupid, it won’t end well for you. So, now, I ask you. Are you sure that you still want to go further with the deal?” I threaten in a cold voice.
“Yes, and believe me, I know better than to double-cross you,” he says in an honest voice laced with awareness and my favorite, fear.
“Ok, then, we have a deal.” I nod and gesture with my hand that he’s dismissed.
“Nice doing business with you.” He shakes hands with my brothers, but everyone knows that I’m not so touchy, so I just nod.
“Now, let’s party and fuck!” Blaze exclaims, but I ignore him and everyone else, turning my attention back to my Goddess.
The moment I did, I lost connection with the world.
She is about ten feet away from me, and I’m incredibly frustrated because she has her back to me, and I want to see her beautiful face. However, I’m not completely disappointed because I can see her sexy, naked back.
Her white skin looks softer than silk, adorned with just a few beauty marks, and just a bit of the two dimples that I find sexier than sin on a woman. Her sexy, feminine back muscles move as she brushes her long hair to the side, revealing her shoulder and slender neck. Why have I never noticed how hot shoulder blades are?
I never thought that a woman’s back could turn me on, but God… all I can think about is kissing every inch of her spine, neck, shoulders, and two dimples, then go down to her ass-- I should probably stop right about now.
Then, another girl joined her. She’s pretty too, but she doesn’t compare to my Goddess; no woman here does.
Have I ever seen a woman as beautiful as her? I don’t remember, so it must be a no. Her friend notices I'm staring, points her finger at me, and the beauty turns around to look at me for a second. No smile, nothing. I'm intrigued, even a little offended. I’ve never received this kind of reaction from a woman.
I see her and her friend standing, and my heart starts beating awkwardly fast. Is she leaving?
I want to stand up and go to her, but I calm down when I see that she stands up to dance.
And what a dance...
She is sensual and sexy, her ass is perfect, round, and firm, and I bet that it would fit perfectly in my hands.
She slowly turns around and looks straight at me, and my half-hard dick gets fully hard, and I shift to find a slightly more comfortable position.
With a small, knowing smirk, she starts moving in the most sensual way possible, touching her body teasingly.
I would kill to be the one who touches her. Literally, kill!
I can see from here that her nipples are hard, so she is enjoying this as much as I am. I enjoy it so much that my dick is painfully pressing against the zipper of my suit pants, making me feel like it will rip.
The smirk on her face fades as my eyes roam her body, and I’m pretty sure she knows what I’m thinking about, what I’d do to her.
I lock eyes with her once I’m finished eye fucking her body, and it feels like gravity shifts. As if the universe's rules are bending and breaking just for us, and as if in slow motion, everyone around us disappears, their voices muted by the electric connection between us. She is now dancing for me, and me only, and the feeling is intoxicating, foreign, and exhilarating. I did coke, tried everything that didn't require a syringe, but I only did it once because none were exciting enough to make me want to use again. Just like fucking. But her... my gorgeous Goddess... I could see myself fuck her more than once.
Her lips are slightly parted, it looks like she's moaning, and her chest is rising and falling heavily as if she’s panting, gasping for air as I fuck her. At least that’s what I choose to imagine.
At some point, I feel someone touching and rubbing against me, but I push her away, not wanting to break the erotic bubble I’m in with my Goddess. The girl says something, but I can’t hear a fucking thing, and, to be honest, I don’t fucking care what she has to say. I am hypnotized and I don’t want to be pulled out of my trance.
The plan of a quick fuck flew out the window. My brain and dick want only her, for the fucking eternity if it’s possible. To kiss and touch every inch of her perfect body, be inside of her, feel the warmth of her skin against mine, and bite those sensual red lips until they bleed.
I want to fucking worship her!
The song ends, and I’m not sure whether to feel grateful because if it had lasted a bit longer, I swear I would’ve come in my pants, or angry that she turned around and broke eye contact.
She says something to her friend, then bends… Holy shit… Fuck me dead! My mind is already picturing her naked, me behind her, slapping that perfect ass, grabbing her hips, and fucking her senselessly.
I was already hard as a rock, but damn, now I am about to explode.
She grabs her purse, and my heart starts racing again.
She's leaving.