Page 25 of Deceitful Oath
Son of Dominic Romano. The Wolf. Lethal. Brutal. Ruthless.
Focus on your end goal. Don’t get soft.
“In the kitchen!” I call out, forcing myself to stay put and make her come to me. She wanders in, her heels clicking across the floor. She’s wearing a tiny pink dress tonight, her hair spilling down her back in loose waves.
She smiles and my heart stops beating for a second. “Hi, Wolfie. That smells amazing.”
I forget who I am or what I’m supposed to be doing. My body floats toward her like she’s summoning it. I grab her around the waist, kissing her deeply, feeling her smile behind it.
“Hi, Lux, you look…stunning.”
“Ah, this old thing?” she asks, spinning around coyly. “Just my work uniform.”
“I really don’t want to think about you serving drinks to rich old dudes wearing that.”
“They’re mostly harmless,” she says, brushing it off. “My boss, Carlo, is probably the weirdest one out of the bunch.”
“Oh, yeah? Tell me about him,” I say, keeping my voice level. Finally, something I can use.
She perches on a stool at the kitchen island, slipping off her heels, and moans in pleasure. The sound connects to a memory of my face between her thighs. I almost throw her over my shoulder and drag her to the bedroom like a caveman.
“He’s fine, not creepy or anything,” she starts, her little heart-shaped face resting on her hand. “I mean, depends on your definition of creepy, I guess. But he doesn’t try anything weird with me.”
“What makes him weird then?” I stir the garlic and onions slowly, hoping she’ll reveal something that implicates her and confirms everything.
At the same time, my heart hammers in my chest, praying she doesn’t.I don’t know if I even want to know the truth anymore.
She laughs, shaking her head. “Okay, so he loves to give us a motivational quote before the start of each shift, right?”
“That’s not that weird. Sounds like a good leader to me.”
“Well yeah, if the quote is something like…don’t give up until you reach success,” she says, using a fake deep voice to mimic Carlo. “But they’re usually Al Capone quotes. Or some other long-dead gangster. I think Carlo’s seen too many mafia movies.”
I go still, waiting for her admission, “and I work for him, one of the biggest mafia dons in the city”.But nothing happens. I spin around and she’s dreamily staring off into space, swinging her legs lightly.
“Maybe Carlo is part of the mob?” I egg her on, raising my eyebrows.
“Carlo?” She stares, her eyes widening. Then she bursts into laughter, a tear streaming from each eye. “Carlo looks big and tall and mean and rough, but he’s kind of…well, a bumbling idiot. Not exactly Al Capone.”
Hmm. I look deep into her eyes, seeing nothing but truth there. There’s not a single trace of the usual tricks that liars use—just raw honesty and joy. I clear my throat and turn back to the stove, reminding myself that I’m cooking dinner for her.
“Glad to hear it,” I say lightly. “You don’t want to get mixed up in that.”
“Nah,” she says, clearly not giving it a second thought. Suddenly, I feel her arms circle my waist as her face presses into my back. She sighs sweetly. “I missed you.”
On second thought, dinner can wait.
I turn around, hoisting her up onto the island by her waist, and kiss her deeply. She spreads her thighs, pulling me closer to her. My fingers tangle into her hair as the kisses turn more aggressive, like neither of us can get enough.
Last time she set the pace—sinfully slow. This time, we’re moving at lightning speed, needing the connection, the skin-on-skin contact. She rips off my shirt and gets to working on my belt buckle as I push her dress over her hips.
A tiny triangle of fabric covers her pussy, already soaking wet. My pants slide to the floor, and I lean down, grabbing one side of the thong with my teeth. She gasps, laughing, as I pull it down over her thighs like an animal.
I haven’t seen her in two days. I haven’t tasted her in three. It’s been driving me completely insane.
I even slipped into my security room earlier today just to get a glimpse of her on the cameras. She was getting ready for work, walking around her apartment in this exact thong. I toss it across the room.
“Wolf,” she says, shaking her head. “You’re a wild one.”