The Black Silk

Chapter 7🖤✨️

The first thing I noticed about her was that she was wearing a dress that had a dangerously low cut back, it was just shy of her ass crack being visible. Her back dimples glistened in the pale moonlight, a tattoo of a fire phoenix in red snakes it's way up from the small of her back to the nape. I would love to put my thumbs over those dimples of her to steady her as I fucked her raw from behind. Her luscious locks were tied up in a loose bun with a few stray strands sticking to her swan-like neck. All I could think of was my hands wrapped around it as she chokes up in pleasure. She was a vision in red as the satin clung to her taut body like second skin, it really was her color as it made her beach tan stand out. Sure, I would be the first man on this planet to die from a case of blue balls for she was near but still so far.

She sat so regally on that high stool of the beach shack bar. It took a lot of patience in me to not run up to her, lift her up and eat her pussy out on that bar table. I remember the softness of her crotch, she would be perfect, I thought to myself.

'Oh my gosh! You are totally eye fucking that woman again?' Alessio sounded amused. This fico had a bad habit of intruding into my space, something needed to be done. Hadn't it been for his wedding the man wouldn't have left here without a trip to the hospital.

"Don't forget your place, you dirty swine or I will carve your intestines out!" My voice came harsher than I would have liked. Something shifted in his eyes as all that fun in his eyes was replaced with something akin to fear. He may have been taking his chances with me a lot lately but it was only because I had let him. Even though he was my childhood best friend, he should know better how to talk to the boss.

"Excuse me, sorry to intrude," was all he could sputter out as he practically ran away.

Anger was sweeping through my body as I diverted my attention back to her. I had to have her today or I would become a mad man. I had to have Cellina Vittori on her knees in front of me begging for mercy as I tamed her body into submission. I would burn the world if only I could have her warming my bed for a night.

With this in my mind I approached her. She turned her head away in disgust as if she had seen an ogre walking up to her with a marriage proposal.

"Fuck off! Go find some other table. This one is full, can't you see." There were empty seats all around her.

"Sorry I might have to sit over your invisible friend." I scraped the chair back to make myself at home.

She threw her eyes back in utter hatred as she twirled the straw in her margarita in boredom. She took a sip out of the straw, her lips coming together in a pout. Those swollen red lips wrapped around my shaft.

"I took you for a vodka girl," I spoke.

"Nah! She is more of the beer kind", a hoarse masculine voice I faintly remember spoke from behind.  Who could it be that knew Cellina's tastes so closely?  Before I could turn my head to see the source of the voice, the man walked up to her, a blur in black. In the blink of an eye I saw him stoop to her seated level, next thing I know he had his lips on her. He proceeded to suck on them as if he was doing CPR.

Hot lava-like anger flashed before my eyes as I threw a punch in his direction only for him to stop me midway and land a counter strike on me. He was powerful enough to send me reeling back into my chair as he knocked me down. My lip burst open as the hard edge of the table cut it. I wiped my blood off with my finger. WHO WAS THIS FUCKER ? 

Cellina as if broken by a trance threw him away and rushed to my side.

" NICO!" She angrily spat with a voice of a thousand thunders.

My brain froze. Suddenly I was 16 years old again, a scrawny little kid whimpering in the back of the toilet stall. Water dripped from my forehead as I stared lifelessly at the door, begging some god above for the horrors to stop. Minutes ago a guy had tried to flush my head off as he had repeatedly chanted in a trance Die! Die! Die! You Turd! This guy would go on to torture me for the rest of my years in school, attempting to kill me at times and yet I had miraculously emerged alive every time. 

He was now standing before me.

"Did you miss me ?" He asked her, never breaking his eye contact off her.

I could sense Cellina's grip on me loosen as her face started to turn ashen.  Sweat broke off her temples as she started to quiver the most gentle of them. Only I could notice it from being so close.

"No and you need to go from here." When she spoke it was her iron strong resolute voice again.

"I am not going anywhere darling until I have taken back what's mine." He peered at me now. His gaze burned holes into my skin.

"Nico, I am not a commodity that you own. And as far as I remember you didn't know me stranger. Have you taken me as one of your whores that just become a pool of puddle as you kiss them."

'As I said sweetheart , you are mine. And I am not going anywhere without taking you home, our home.' Nico inched  closer to me as his voice turned into those sensual and sweet whispers that had ladies line up beside him.