“Then you walk away,” I tell her. “It’s that simple.”
“I don’t think walking away from sex that good is reallythatsimple.”
“Promise me, hellcat. Vow that you will not fall in love with me.”
She sits up a little straighter, holding my stare as she makes a show of drawing a cross over her heart. “Cross my heart and hope to die,” she says with a cheeky smirk. “I vow that I, Tilly Bardot, wild little she-devil, will not fall head over heels in love with the one and only Caesar Di Rozé, sexy silver fox from Vixen.”
I nod, satisfied for now, though something tells me she doesn’t fully understand the weight of the vow she’s just made to me. Where sex is involved, feelings always get twisted, which is why I keep my conquests to Vixen with women I know aren’t interested in sharing anything more than a wild night together. Tilly . . . I don’t know. She’s hard to read. She wears a mask of indifference, and despite her confident rejection of the idea of falling in love, it’s far too soon to tell what’s really on the inside.
Getting up from the couch, I make my way back into the kitchen and collect my whiskey off the counter, needing a strong drink after being inside such a beautiful woman. I turn and as I lift the rim of the glass to my lips, I find Tilly watching me all too carefully.
I raise a brow in a question.
“We’re not dating, by the way,” she says, reading the curiosity in my eyes. “Zeph and I. I know we covered this earlier, but we literally only met today. It’s just sex with us. I’m not really the type of girl most parents want hanging out with their sons. In fact, most actively try to keep me away.”
“You don’t exactly give off the good-girl-with-suitable-morals vibe, do you?”
She shakes her head and leans back on the couch, slowly spreading her thighs as her hand drops to her waist and trails down between her legs. From this angle, I see every delicious piece of her, but what really holds my attention is the way my cum slowly leaks out of her sweet cunt.
“Good girls don’t sneak out of a boy’s room so his daddy can fuck her and turn her into a cream pie while his son sleeps soundly upstairs,” she says, her voice lowering as she scoops my cum up with her fingers and pushes it back inside of her. “But something tells me you’re going to like it when I’m being bad.”
Her fingers move in and out, and I watch as color fills her rosy cheeks.
“Do you like being bad?” I rumble, finishing off what’s left of my whiskey before striding toward her, my cock springing back to life.
“I love it.”
“Then show me just how bad you can be.”
7
CAESAR
Walking into Di Rozé Security first thing on Wednesday morning, all I can think about is the deal I struck with Tilly. It’s plagued my mind since the moment she collapsed onto my couch after she spent an hour torturing me with her sweet pussy.
Our first time, she allowed me to take control, to dictate how it was going to go, which is generally how it always works for me. But she wasn’t willing to relinquish that control for long. After I watched her seduce me, watched her push my cum back inside her, she had me by the balls. Anything she wanted, I gave her, and last night, all she wanted was to ride me until I fell apart. And fuck, that’s exactly what happened.
Tilly Bardot knows how to bring a man to his knees, and if I don’t play my cards right, she’ll be my downfall.
Our deal is simple and as long as we’re both on board, and both stick to the rules, I don’t see why this won’t work. The way I see it, both Zeph and Tilly get what they want out of it, and inreturn, I get to have Tilly as much as I want without the risk of her falling in love with me.
Any man would be lucky to have a little spitfire like Tilly fall for him—I’d be so fucking lucky. She’d give any man a run for his money, give him the best kind of hell and still have him begging for more. But sexual attraction is as far as it can go for me.
I’m not a good man.
I have a dark past which saw me spend a good portion of a decade behind bars and if Tilly was smart, she’d run for the fucking hills before she becomes attached. I’ve had to work my ass off for the life I have now, but before this, my world looked very different.
I had an unfaithful wife with a newborn baby, and I lacked control. I was in my mid-twenties, too fucking cocky and possessive when that control slipped and darkness consumed me. I could have pulled back, could have dealt with the jealousy of having another man inside my wife. I would have walked away and forgotten she existed, but when that man walked into my home and tried to take my newborn son as his own, the rage was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
They had plotted to start a new life together, to take my son away from me, and the moment they realized I wasn’t about to take their bullshit, it got messy. Most of it is a blur. It was well over twenty years ago now, but that doesn’t keep the flashbacks from coming to torment me.
He fought me as my wife attempted to snatch my child, and the feeling of helplessness is something I’ll never forget, and something I will take great lengths to ensure never happens again.
That moment has defined my life.
I will never forget the sheer panic of watching her scoop up my sleeping child as her new boyfriend held me back, or how frantic I felt in that moment. It’s as though I became another man,and that new version of me wiped away anything good in a split second. I’d become a beast in my own home, and as I saw my baby boy slipping away, my fight-or-flight instincts kicked in.
I wasn’t about to let that asshole kidnap my son, and as the very last of my control slipped away, I snapped his fucking neck.
