Double Blind (9 page)

My head fills with all these things as I waltz into her dormitory. The guard hardly lifts her head as I stride up the stairs. The security in this place is a joke.

Minutes later, I’m at her dorm, praying that Maria isn’t there. Usually, I would just let myself in, but I twist the doorknob and it’s locked. I knock several times.

The door opens and my heart squeezes. She stands there, dressed in pink pajamas even though it’s past noon. Her long, brown hair is a bit tousled, like when she gets up immediately out of bed. Her eyes are puffy and red from crying, but the tears make her eyes burn brighter. She looks beautiful, even when she’s upset. It takes my breath away for a moment, and I need a second to remember why I’m so pissed at her.

“Can we talk?”

“Vince,” she says in a hushed voice. Her eyes are wide, but then she blinks and they close away, like shutters over windows. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I just want to talk to you. You never really gave me a chance to say what I needed to say.”

“Fine,” she says, rolling her eyes.

That pisses me off. I step inside much more quickly than she anticipates, and then I corner her against the wall as my skin radiates heat.

“Don’t fucking treat me like I’m your asshole ex. I’ve been nothing but good to you, Adriana. I deserve your respect.”

Tears glisten in her eyes.

I already feel bad for scaring her, and I feel even worse when everything inside me wants to bend her over my knee for doing this to me and spank her until her ass burns bright red. She looks so perfectly vulnerable.

“I’m so sorry, Vince,” she says as a tear slips down her face.

That’s an odd response.

Still, the air squeezes from my chest when I see her looking so upset. I take her head in my hands and she blinks rapidly as I wipe her tears from her face.

“You don’t look very happy to be on your own.”

Adriana bites her shaking lip as even more tears fall down in angry red streaks. “T—that’s because you won’t leave me alone.”

Her feeble voice makes me smile for the first time in days.

“You’ve always been such a bad liar, Ade. You don’t want me to leave you alone.”

“I—I—”

I place my finger on her lips to silence her. “I don’t believe that you faked every moment with me. I know you meant it when you said you loved me.”

The tears fall thick and fast. She tries to hide her face, but I take her chin and give her a small kiss. She sighs when I pull away and her face smooths over. How could I ever doubt myself? I know this woman. I know the way she thinks. Even now, she’s giving herself away. She’s leaning into my body. Taking her in my arms, I maneuver her to the couch and pull her onto my lap. She curls up against my chest like nothing changed between us.

I sigh into her hair. “What’s going on with you?”

Adriana sits up, fixing me with a pained look. “I meant what I said. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Adriana—”

“Vince, please just listen!” She swallows hard and continues in a lower voice. “You’re right. I do love you.”

Heart racing, I try to keep quiet even though I just want to kiss her.

“I love you so much that it hurts everyday to be away from you, but I can’t keep living like this.”

My mouth is dry. “Like what, babe?”

She gasps in a high voice as tears thicken her throat. Her eyes look like dark gems. “You’re just going to end up dead or in jail one day. You know it’s the truth.”

My eyes squeeze shut. I
rarely
think about my own death, and I hate that she does. As for jail, yeah, that’s always a possibility. But what can I do? It’s part of the life.

“You can’t think about stuff like that.”

“I can’t help it!” She pushes herself off my legs, away from me. “I don’t
want
to have to wonder whether you’re going to come home or not. And I do not want my future jeopardized because of all the illegal shit I’ve done.
No more
.”

For once, I’m speechless.

I want to fight against it. What she says breaks my heart, because it’s true. The other women—the mob wives, they put up with it because they get taken care of. They get jewels and clothes and whatever the fuck they want, but Adriana was never really into that shit. She loved me for me, without all the perks. That’s why I’m crazy about her. She’s genuine.

She doesn’t deserve a life like that.

A horrible, cold feeling punches my gut.

She doesn’t deserve all this shit.

If I love her,
truly
love her; I’ll let her go. A strange pressure builds behind my eyes. It’s so swift and sudden, like a kick to the ribs.

But I love her. And she loves me. It should be simple, right?

“It’s just too much for me, and I need you to respect my decision and stay away. I won’t be able to get over you otherwise.”

She’s telling me to go away, but she keeps crying. I can’t promise I’ll do what she says, but I’ll try. I’ll try.

Because she deserves better.

It hurts to admit that. I’m not good enough for her, but I knew that from the beginning.

This woman destroyed me. I feel myself breaking apart, piece-by-piece, as I realize that this is goodbye.

Then if this is goodbye—

I wrap my arm around her back and sweep her back into my arms. My lips fall on her pouting lips, releasing that hot electricity that sits like a reservoir in my heart. It shoots out everywhere, making my skin hypersensitive.

Then I lift her up in my arms, our lips still attached. She kisses me like I’m the last man in the universe, her fingers almost ripping out my hair. Our chemistry was always insane—I’ve never been fucked so good by a woman in my life.

I focus on that. Her body. Her big tits and bubble ass, which I spank hard. It’s easier to reduce her to tits and ass. She clings to me as I walk down the hallway. I set her down in her bedroom and weave my fingers through her hair. She moans like a whore when I yank hard and run my tongue along her neck. I suck hard on her neck, giving her a huge hickey where I’ll know she’ll have to cover up with makeup, because I’m still pissed. I laugh when she shrieks and tries to push me away, but she still raises her arms when I take off her t-shirt.

I stop thinking when Adriana kisses the nape of my neck, her hands stroking my sides. She wants charming, sweet Vince, but I’m all out of him right now. Right now I’m angry.

Grabbing her tits with my mouth, I bite down hard until she yelps, leaving a bright red mark that’ll leave a bruise later.

Mine
.

She screams when I swirl my tongue around her nipple. She’s always so sensitive there. The little nub hardens in my mouth and I bite it lightly.

“
Vince
.”

I reach down her flawless body, stroking her smooth stomach until I stop above her jeans. I undo her button and zip it down. Then I shove my hand between her panties to feel how wet she is. She’s soaking.

Fuck.

A man always appreciates how wet he can make his girl. I think I can make her cum from my voice alone. One of the many, many perfect things about her. A twinge of sadness momentarily distracts me, but then her palm rolls over my cock and I forget about everything else.

“So eager,” I hiss, smiling down at her.

A deep blush fills her face, making her look so gorgeous that I can’t help but kiss her. She kisses me with so much force that I almost have to step back. Then I grab her bottom lip between my teeth and bite.

Adriana pulls back and lifts her hands. She runs her fingers along the lapels of my jacket. They tickle the back of my neck. Her lips run up my neck, planting kisses along my jaw. I grab her hair and yank her back.

“Did I say you could kiss me?”

She flinches at the roughness in my voice. “No, I’m sorry.”

The hackles settle down somewhat. Inside, there’s still a swirling vortex of emotions, the aching realization that I’ll never see her again.

I fucking hate that it bothers me so much.

“Why did you make me love you?”

The anger behind my question makes her eyes bead with tears. Fuck that.

I rip down her jeans and panties. My hand smooths over her perfectly round ass as my eyes drink her body. I must commit her every curve to memory, every freckle, and every beauty mark.

She flinches when my hand disappears from her skin. The loud slap of my hand against her left cheek rings across the room. I don’t stroke the sore flesh like I usually do. I want her to remember me through the pain stinging her skin.

She doesn’t ask why I’m punishing her.

She knows damn well why.

I sit down on the chair and make her bend over my lap. She hangs over the edge, her long brown hair falling around her head. I wrap my palms around her smooth calves and stroke them. Then I move up her beautiful thighs to her perfectly round ass. The left cheek is a bit pink, but the right one is blank.

SMACK!

My hand rips down on her hard, and I feel her chest heaving on my legs. The warmth of her spanked ass makes my hand heat up. I spank her again, and again, and again. Much harder than I ever have. I want her to feel me long after I’m gone. I want to punish her.

“Stop, Vince!”

Those aren’t the fucking safe words, and she knows it. “Oh, you want me to stop? This will be the last time you get to me.”

She doesn’t say anything; she just trembles on my legs.

It’s only until I grab her shoulders and look at her red face, raw with unshed tears, that I realize how fucked up this is.

She should have used the safe word. She should have done it a long time ago—months ago. Why the fuck didn’t she?

“Vince,” she says, raising her hand to my face. She beseeches me with her eyes.

“Don’t
Vince
me. You might not be wearing the collar,” my fingers brush her bare neck, “but you’re still mine. One last time.”

“Yes, sir.”

Looking into her sad eyes makes me angry. She has no right to be sad after what she put me through. I thought that we were going to have a future together. Now that’s all fucked.

I wrap my arms around her back and legs and lift her up. Where should I fuck her? There’s the bed, obviously, but I want our last time to be memorable. A grin hitches on my face when I remember how we fucked in the forest, in plain sight of all those people.

She stiffens when I bring her out her bedroom door, into the living room. With her still in my arms, I open the blinds so that everyone has a nice view inside.

“What are you doing?” she snaps.

Turning my head, I gather her earlobe in my teeth and bite down. “Whatever the fuck I want with your body. You’re going to remember this for years. And when you’re with someone else, you’ll still be thinking about me, even when he’s fucking you.”

It’s dark inside her dorm room. If I really wanted to attract attention, I’d turn on the lights, but I think that would be too much for her.

“You’re crazy,” she says, laughter shaking from her voice.

Yes, I am.

I set her down on the couch and clear all the shit off her coffee table. Then I pick her up and lay her on the table. It’s the perfect size for her. I’ve thought about doing this ever since I saw it, but never had the opportunity. She lays on the table like a perfect, obedient slave. The sight of her nude body makes my pants tighten. Her tits sit on her chest in round orbs and her hair fans out behind her. I grab her legs and push them apart, and then I sink down to my knees. I laugh as people walk past the dorm outside, oblivious. All they would have to do is glance inside and they would see her.

My face lowers over her pussy, which contracts when I breathe over her. My tongue flicks out over her glistening pussy, my hands stroking her legs. Her legs shudder when she feels my tongue stroking her clit. Her stomach sinks as she sucks in breath, but her head is turned towards the window. I slap her thigh hard and she yelps.

“Stop staring out the window. Focus on me.”

I smile against her pussy, hearing her shuddering breaths as I stroke her swollen clit. I close my mouth around her and suck hard. She arches her back, lifting her beautiful tits to the sky as she moans. My heart skips when I see someone walk by—a mousy-looking girl who glances inside and then quickly looks away.

My chest strains against holding in my laughter. At least one Columbia student has seen me eating her out.

Adriana tightens her legs around my head, completely oblivious. I flatten my palm over her stomach as she moans to the ceiling. Every sound she makes hits my cock. I can feel my damp underwear chafing against it. Christ, I can’t take it anymore.

I kiss her one last time before I stand up and pull down my slacks. I grab my cock in my fist and look down at her flushed body, her legs wide open for me. I grab her legs and lift as the pebbled head rests between her slick folds. Then I ease inside.

God, it’s bliss. Her body tightens around me as I sink inside. It’s so wet and warm. She tightens around me. I love how she gasps when I thrust inside her. Her face twists with pain and then melts away with the pleasure. I pound her hard, relentless in my thrusts as she twists on the coffee table.

Now the whole world has a perfect view of me nailing her on the coffee table. Several more people pass by and do a double take. I laugh as my hips smack against her. Let them all fucking stare at us. I don’t care.

It’s a perfect position to have a full view of her body beneath me. Goddamn, she’s beautiful. I jerk her body backwards as I thrust, and she screams.

All right, enough of this. I pull out and quickly grab her shoulders, turning her around so she has a direct view of the window.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Her voice trembles. “No, Vincent. I can’t. It’s too—”

My hand slaps her ass hard. “Do as I say.”

She moans as she gets on all hands and knees.

I grab her hips and sink my dick into her. There’s no one outside, but just the thought of being caught fills me with excitement. She feels amazing.

Adriana arches her back and I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her into me as I fuck her. I can’t stop running my hands over her body, over the two glowing cheeks, which I smack again. The thrusting now is involuntary, her muscles pull me back inside as I pull back. I grab her waist and lift so I can nail her deeper, and she moans so loudly I’m sure the whole floor can hear her.