MICHAEL
"Someone's gonna get laid tonight," Cole teased while sitting on one of the boxes they delivered to my cheap rented apartment.
Throwing him daggers, the bastard only laughed at my face. "If you're not going to say something necessary, you can get out of my place."
Raspberry, Cole stretched to his side to reach the neatly folded clothes Tasha left and smelled them. Perv.
"Hey, hands off."
Chortling like Santa Claus, he wiggled the skirt while making weird noises only a lunatic makes.
"Hey, Cole, if you're not going to help me with this couch, I'm gonna have your face shoved in Aaron's anus." His twin threw his shoes right at his face.
"What the--" Pointing his finger at Enzo, he lazily stood up and tossed the skirt at me. "Mr. Possessive is being sensitive whenever we talk about his 'the one that ran away'."
"Bet he would," Aaron snickered while pushing the new cabinet flat against the newly painted wall. "Who wouldn't get cranky after being celibate for months?"
Enzo laughed his heart out. "Celibacy? That's not very Michael Montero. The Mike I know sees sex as a sport."
It's a fact.
I always get what I needed as a man. But last night? I used my fucking hands while fantasizing about the woman who caused me a huge damned trouble.
Releasing a breath, I wiped my dirty hands with a towel and faced them. "Are you done in there?"
"I'm starving," Enzo replied, sitting on the brand new couch with his legs crossed.
"You always are," Cole retorted and plopped a pillow right on his face.
Aaron checked the cabinet before gathering in the small living room. "When are you going to meet the maiden?"
"In an hour," I replied. "That's why I want you all gone. Now."
Then the twins began complaining about their wasted efforts that didn't get paid.
As I entered the only room this place has, I took off my top and checked the time. Why do I feel pressured about meeting her?
"We're leaving!" Enzo shouted from the living room. "Since you're not paying, hope you suffer from celibacy in a year!" His voice was followed by the sound of a slamming door.
Fucking dickheads.
"A not-so-wise man said, he will find his lovely bride, drive her crazy in bed before forcing her to stand by the altar and finally get his money," Aaron, who decided to stay, recited while leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. "If so, what's with these?"
I watched him gesture around the whole place with his hands. "What's with what?"
"These," he repeated. "Moving in."
Transferring the clothes from the boxes to the cabinet, I chuckled to myself while fumbling for the right reason.
"You asked her for a date. Enzo said it, that's not Michael Montero's life," he said.
"She's currently living in the shadows of her believed freedom, let's not take that away from her yet. Besides, I think I'd like to play a game for a while."
"A game for you to play or to lose?"
Slumping my shoulders, I faced him with a deadpan look. "Look, I've got a plan. And as far as I know, this is my choice. No reason for you to meddle with it."
He scoffed and pushed himself away from leaning. "As if I didn't help you find her," he grumbled.
"You didn't because I paid you," I retorted. "Can you get out now? I've got a date to catch." Shooing him away, I entered the bathroom to freshen up and heard him curse at me.
Date. Michael Montero. Me. It was never the right combination from my perception. But right now, in the name of this vengeance, I have to walk down roads I was never fond of taking.
This was never my plan, but it's what's happening.
Women would beg me to please them, but here I am having a silly date with the young lady who awes me billions of apologies. Or if ever it's considered as a date.
She's leaning on the railings while watching the colorful fish under the bridge. She finds happiness in small things, the type who would cry just to show her appreciation if her grandma presented her with a knitted sweater.
Clad in a dress that seems to have been soaked in wine, her blonde hair dangles behind her back, and what makes my eyebrow arch, her face doesn't wear any colors.
"You're staring?" She said with a noticeable smile on her lips.
Caught red-handed, she can put me in cuffs. "Is it a crime to admire a good view when I see one?" Damn, that was lame.
My eyes fell to her lips that she bit when it was obvious that she was holding back a smile.
That was hot.
I'm pretty sure I'd make those luscious lips red and swollen if I were the one biting them, sucking them. Damn, I want her.
"Sorry," I mumbled, scratching the back of my head. "I'm usually good with words, but it's so weird that everything comes out cheesy when I'm talking to you."
Bursting out with a good laugh, she shook her head. "Am I not worth flirting with?" She asked, amusing my naughty side.
So, she wants me to flirt with her.
Pulling up one side of my lips, I felt my face heat up and the effect was shown on her blushing face.
"That came out wrong."
Letting out a chuckle and making sure it was sultry and smoky, I tilted my head to the side and fixed my gaze on her. "You set an attack, now you're pulling back. That's not how you play with me, Tasha."
Tasha, her name feels good to say. But I like my name better, especially when she gets to call it, chant it, and scream it.
My playful mind projected an unholy scene. Her, under me. Her, eyes closed. Her, mouth parted. While I ravish her, having her.
"Are you getting bored? Your eyes look sleepy," she noticed.
'No, Tasha, this is me having perverted imagination about you.' I wanted to say, but I held back. I wouldn't want to scare her. I'm not that heartless to give a young lady a heart attack.
But deep inside, I want to grab her in the parking lot, take her from behind, and wreck the hood of a car.
"I'm not really a nature lover," I honestly said.
She lifted her hand to brush her soft and silky hair back. My eyes followed every move she made, and everything she did made my pants feel tight.
She's so f-ing hot.
"What are your interests in life? I mean, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?"
'Sex.' That's the most entertaining thing I do every night. "Extreme sports," I answered instead.
It's like participating in a high-stakes horse race in bed, breathing as if I'm in a track and field competition, and then feeling the ultimate relief after reaching the climax, without even climbing a mountain.
"I like the adrenaline," I smirked, knowing exactly what I'm referring to. "What about you? Have you ever tried anything extreme for pleasure?"
"Me? Not really, but I'd like to see the world in my own way. I want to discover things for myself. I have a huge capacity for curiosity to feed," she chuckled. "If I learn something, that's where the pleasure comes in."
The breadth of her wonder about real life is as vast as her wild thoughts. Innocence is stained, and I enjoy willingly feeding her curiosity. Nine inches deep and she can choke on it.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but what if I asked you to experience something wild and extreme? Would you come with me?"
NATASHAArriving at my flat, I couldn't help but beam. I was overjoyed to have spent an entire day with a charming man like Mike."Here we are," he announced as he pulled his car to a stop. "Back home, safe and sound."I knew it was my cue to leave, but a part of me didn't want to.Turning to look at him, I was met with his incredibly handsome face. How could a man be so perfect?"Thank you, Mike," I said in a soft voice, clutching my bag and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I've never felt so liberated in my entire life.""I'm glad I could make you happy," he replied, his voice naturally seductive. I could listen to him all day and never tire of it.He was charming and flirtatious, albeit a bit quirky at times. His gaze made me self-conscious, but oddly, I enjoyed the attention he gave me."Just a friendly reminder, don't walk down that alley again. It's dangerous," he advised, referring to the incident from the other night."I wouldn't want a repeat of that," I agreed, my ga
MICHAELA kiss was all she asked for, but damn, she wanted more.Her body fit perfectly in my arms. Hell, her waist was so good to hold. I'd love to hold it while guiding her as she rode me."Oh, Mike..." she whimpered as I sipped at the skin of her neck.She smelled so good, and the soft noises she made sounded like thousands of angels singing in my ears, as if the gates of heaven were beginning to open."Do you really want this?" I asked, seeking assurance.I never asked the women I bed if they were sure about what would happen next. They were always the ones to initiate the battle in bed. But right now, what has gotten into me?There's nothing sweet about me. I kiss rough, I fuck hard."Yes," she breathed.Running my fingers through her yellow hair, I lightly tugged it to gain better access to her neck, savoring the growing fetish I had for her.Damn, I wanted to leave marks on every inch of her skin. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to have her.Setting her on the counter, our eyes
NATASHAI feel like I'm in heaven. Or, more accurately, he's the one leading me there.My skin is exposed to the night, and I should be feeling the chill. Yet, his tender caresses generate such warmth that I can't help but perspire.Although I'm lying in bed, he leaves me gasping for breath."Mike..." His name escapes my lips as a knot of anticipation forms in my stomach.Tonight, every sensation is a revelation. It's an exhilarating experience I never imagined I'd encounter.My hand finds its way to the back of his head while my hips instinctively respond to the tantalizing movements of his tongue exploring my intimate area.I feel like I'm scaling a towering mountain solo, and I can already glimpse the summit.As I grip and tug at the sheets, my eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure electrifying every nerve in my body.A swarm of butterflies takes flight in my stomach. Stars twinkle behind my tightly shut eyelids as I ascend to the clouds. My legs tremble with satisfa
MICHAELHer scent, her whimpers—the softness of her skin, the sight of her beauty.Damn, I want her. I still do."Yes! Yes, Michael! Fuck me hard, please?" The voice of the woman I have as Tasha's replace begged.Handpicked. She's got the blonde hair and nice soft skin just like Tasha. But I have to take her from behind. I don't want to see her face, for all I can think of is banging the shit out of that young woman.I pounded hard, imagining Tasha's face when I ate her. Her moans still ring in my head.She was begging for me, she wanted me to have her. She wanted me to be her first. But why the fuck did I refuse? I have rules.Fucked up rules. I want to break them."Michael! Oh, Michael!" She chanted my name like I'm a saint. But that's not the voice I wanted to hear; I want Tasha.I love the way she held my shaft, the way her warmth wrapped around me. How she opened her legs wide for me. How she tasted on my lips.She was so tight. I must have hurt her.I didn't know. I didn't know
NATASHAIs that what he called it? Stupidity?Last night, Mike left me hollow, his words echoing in my head, the pain between my thighs a raw reminder.He began making me feel special, so he should end it by making me feel extraordinary.I knocked on his door, bringing nothing but myself, clad in a red floral dress, just as I am.Standing there, anxiety gnawing at me, I expected him to push me away as soon as he opened the door. Instead, an unfamiliar face of a handsome man munching on raw lettuce greeted me.If Mike's hair is dark, this guy's is a mix of black and blonde. Piercing blue eyes scanned me from head to toe, but his cold gaze didn't match his warm smile.Despite his good looks, Mike's charm would always outshine his. Why am I comparing them? Where is Mike?"Hello," he greeted, leaning on the door frame, shifting his weight onto one leg. "Has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?"His cliché pick-up line made me grimace.Extending his free hand, he grinned. "You must be
MICHAELI enjoyed an exhilarating yet exasperating breakfast in bed. It was the most intense intimacy I had ever experienced, yet it was also somehow vexing.She was a virgin, or rather, she used to be.I took that. I fucking did.My gaze was locked on her bare back. She had fallen asleep from exhaustion. I had drained her strength.'Did she enjoy it?' I laughed at that thought. Of course she did, I made sure of it. I fucked her right.The evidence echoed off these walls and probably reached the ears of the neighbors.The bed bore the brunt of every thrust I gave her. The pillows had tumbled to the floor from the force I exerted on her, and the sheets were barely clinging to the bed after I had her the way she desired.She felt so good, so tight around me. So young, so untouched. So delicate that she bled.The duvet bore the mark of her innocence that I had taken, and a part of my heart swelled with a strange joy knowing that it was me who had been her first.She's mine now."Yeah, yo
NATASHAWith a sigh of relief, I placed the tray on the counter, marking the end of my shift and the end of the day's toil. However, I couldn't escape the prying gaze of Doris."What?" I questioned, removing my apron."I've watched you for months, moving around the diner with such elegance. Your posture is impeccable - your back straight, head held high, and your walk, like you own the runway," she observed.There was no escaping her scrutiny."But I've noticed something different these past three days. You've been waddling like a penguin," she squinted at me. "Did Mike wrecked that pussy?" She shifted her eyes below my waist.Caught off guard, I choked on my own spit, staring at her wide-eyed while clutching my throat. "Doris!"Her laughter echoed around the room. "I knew it! You've always had good taste in men, but I didn't expect you to fall for him so quickly. You've only just met him, right?""I never said I did," I defended myself, but Doris remained unconvinced."Your silence s
MICHAELI've never been one to sleep with women more than once, let alone linger for pillow talk or cuddles. Yet here I am, comfortably lounging in her bed, twirling her golden locks around my fingers while she nestles into me.Her head rests on my chest, likely attuned to the rhythm of my heart, which had been racing just a few hours ago.Three days, I was gone.Three days of madness and turmoil, during which I was so out of sorts that I nearly unleashed my frustration on my father. Thankfully, I managed to keep him at bay.The dinner with the Solons went surprisingly well, despite the persistent bitch they wanted me to marry causing my skin to crawl.After such stressful days, rest was essential. And I found it with Tasha."Would it be intrusive if I asked where you've been?" She queried out of the blue."Thought you were asleep," I responded.She propped herself up on her elbow to face me, her hand tracing the contours of my chest as her eyes followed her fingers' path.Meanwhile,