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“You were with three guys and a girl. One of the assholes was looking at your ass while you were talking with your friend.”
So he did watch.
“You pushed everyone aside and came straight to me, like an ogre. Remember how you dragged me to the car, like I was yours to take?” He nodded without taking his eyes away from mine. “That’s when it happened.”
“How so? You talked my ear off all the way home about how I embarrassed you, princess.”
“Because you treated me like I was your woman, and it felt…good. I wanted to be. Ever since that night, I wanted to end up just as we are right now.”
I’d had eyes for Hugo long before that night, but when he took me away like King Kong taking a hostage, something snapped. I wanted him. He took me to Gino’s office to tattle on me like a bitch, and I remembered struggling to escape his grip, but when he let me go, I wanted his touch back immediately.
“I can think of something better.” He hooked one of his arms under my ass and lifted me to fit his dick at my entrance. In one push, he was inside me, and all the air was knocked out of my lungs, but I didn’t get any time to adjust. “Move, baby girl.”
I listened to his order like it was the word of God and start sliding up and down on his lap. The tension started building inside me immediately, and it only made me to want it harder.
“Hugo, baby…”
“No, baby girl. I just made you cum in the car, now you have to work for it. I gave you the dick, princess; it’s pulsating inside of you. Find your pleasure.”
His words made me go crazy. I was like a bitch in heat when my ogre pushed my buttons. I set my nails deep into his shoulders and found my pleasure. Again. And again. And again. And again. Until both of us were catching our breath and grasping onto each other, trying to come back to earth.
“Damn it, Cat.”
“What?”
“You will make me lose my fucking mind. Too good, baby girl.”
I rested my cheek on his shoulder and smiled. I had him right where I wanted. My ogre. My Monster. My Hugo.
~~~
After humping each other at the dining table, we moved to the couch, where he gave me another shattering orgasm before going into Gino’s office and calling Roman to talk shop. I wanted to stay with him, but the moment Roman said something about ‘packages coming in’ and ‘clearing the way with the cops’ he kicked me out and slammed the door. When were the men in my life going to realize I was neither blind nor stupid? I knew their business very well; it was part of my legacy. It was mid-December, the last week before winter vacation. With the holiday season coming, there was a high demand for flashy gifts in the city, so the package they were talking about was probably a ship full of fish that were stuffed with diamonds. Gino had one or two of those coming every year from Africa.
After I’d been so rudely sent my way, I showered, organized my clothes and picked out my outfits for the week – it would have taken too much time to try and pick every morning – and I killed some time watching Friends. I considered trying the Rachel hairstyle after the New Year and starting fresh. After all, I was feeling like a new person with my new found sexual appetite. When midnight rolled around, and Hugo still hadn’t shown his face, I turned off the TV and went downstairs to look for him, but I found the office deserted and all the lights off, so I went to the guest apartment downstairs. The door was closed, but I walked in anyways. The bed was untouched, but before turning to look for him in the kitchen, I heard the shower running so I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him.
Minutes later, he appeared out of a cloud of steam, gloriously naked, with a towel hanging on his shoulders. He stopped when he saw me.
“Everything alright?” he asked, looking at me questioningly.
“Yes.”
It was more than alright. With the bathroom lights shining behind him and the steam floating around, Hugo looked like a Greek fucking god. Every inch of his body was covered in pure muscle. He was indeed the deadliest weapon the Nucci family had.
For a few moments, I just stood there and took him in. Even with all his imperfections, Hugo was a mighty specimen of a man. He had three scars in his shoulder from bullet wounds, a crooked nose that had been broken at least twice, and a lot of cuts and scars all over his stomach and arms, but none of that diminished his beauty. I found myself mesmerized by his crude image.
He was covered in tattoos, which wasn’t unusual. He had a cross on his chest, roses, vines and thorns going down his fit legs, and the number 1974 inked on his abdomen in thick, gothic-style digits.
“Like what you see, princess?” His throaty voice made me snap out of the trance.
“I do. Very much, actually.”
The corner of his mouth raised, and he shook his head.
“Then you have shit taste in men, Cat.”
“Are you fishing for a compliment, Mustafa? Because if so, I have a mile long list for you.”
“I’m just saying it as it is. You should be with someone gentle, with soft hands, and a face…I don’t know, pretty.”
