Page 52 of Humility

“Do you miss me, Tiger?” I whispered in her ear. “Do you still touch yourself when you think of me?”

She made an adorable growling sound, and a mumbled, annoyed version of my name fell from her lips.

“That’s right, I’m here.”

I slid my hand under the flowy top, and as soon as I touched her warm skin, I knew I would kill anyone who got in my way again. I didn’t give a fuck who it was. I would put a bullet between their eyes. Her father included.

“You’re so beautiful.” My thumb ran over her nipple, and it hardened at my touch. I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her in every position I could think of, then hold her until she woke up. I needed her sharp nails and angry words, and then I would fuck her again.

I grabbed the front of her top.

“Stop,” Dario hissed at me. I turned my head to glare at him. “Do you want her to have a pleasant dream of us or a nightmare? You can’t rip her clothes off. She’s going to freak out. You can’t leave a bruise on her body or anything out of place. This must be covert, yes?”

I snarled at my friend, then took a steadying breath. He was right. I was acting crazy. I blamed my father. He sent me to America without instruction or warning of what was expected of me, and it was a bloodbath. I tortured and killed over a dozen people in my first week. It had changed me, and not for the better.

My eyes focused on my clenched hands, and I slowly let go of her top, ready to move away before I did something else stupid, but my Tiger laid her hand on mine. I stood frozen. Would she wake up? Did I want her to?

“Take her shorts off,” I ordered, but Dario didn’t move. I looked over at him, but he wasn’t staring at me. His eyes were transfixed on Jasmine’s face. The bitter, hard lines I’d gotten so used to seeing were gone. “Dario. Shorts. Off. Now,” I whispered harshly, and he jerked as his eyes refocused on me.

He knelt on the bed and gently lifted her hips to remove her shorts. My brow raised when he stood and folded them neatly before laying them on the dresser. There was no point in saying she wouldn’t notice a wrinkle. He’d always been like this when it came to Jasmine. He could crush a man’s skull—I’d seen it with my own eyes—and yet, with her, he made me look like a barbarian.

“Now what,” Dario asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

I pointedly looked at my hand. Jasmine had now linked our fingers together. “I’m stuck, so you pleasure her.”

“I don’t feel right doing this,” he said.

“For fuck’s sake, Dario, would it make you feel better if it was an order? I’m ordering you to make her come. Happy now?”

“I think I hate you,” Dario growled as he got on the bed and slowly spread her legs.

“What do you want me to do,” Enzo asked.

“Lay beside her,” I said, and Enzo crawled along the bed until he could stretch out next to her.

“Mmmm, she smells so good,” Enzo murmured. I lost sight of his head as he buried it into her neck, and she moaned softly.

Mirroring his position, I nuzzled my Tiger’s neck and sucked on the sensitive spot I knew so well. Her hand tightened in mine.

She moaned louder this time, and I glanced down to see Dario swirling his tongue between her legs. Aching did not accurately describe how badly I wanted to be inside her. I needed to find a way to make her forgive me.

“You still want me, don’t you, Tiger?” Her mouth opened, and her back arched slightly. Taking advantage, I kissed her lips but let her take the lead. A shiver ran through my body as she kissed me back. For just a blink, I could pretend that nothing had changed.

“You want me to fuck you until you pass out, don’t you,” I mumbled against her lips. “You’ve been dreaming of the day we are reunited. You’ve always been mine.” She whispered my name, and I growled against her lips. “Yes, Tiger, you’ll never be rid of me. I’m never letting you go again.”

Her chest heaved as her breathing quickened, and unable to help myself, I lifted her top far enough to get at her breasts. I almost growled at Enzo when he took the opportunity to suck on the one closest to him. Dropping my head to her other nipple, she squeezed my hand tight.

“Oh….”

Jasmine’s eyes were still closed, but the whimpers were getting louder as Dario continued to coax the climax from her.

“That’s it, Tiger, let go. Come for us, like the naughty girl I know you are.” Jasmine moaned loudly, her body softly bucking up into Dario’s face. “Come in Dario’s mouth,” I said, cooing to her. I nipped at her ear lobes and whispered every dirty thing I wanted to do to her. “Scream, like you used to.”

With a small cry, she came, and Dario groaned as he furiously licked until her body slumped against the bed. He slowly sat up, and I smirked at the drunk look on his face. No matter how much he protested, he wanted her as badly as I did.

“Should we get going,” Enzo asked, and I shook my head no.

“We’ll let her rest for a bit, and then it’s my turn to make her come,” I said, slipping my fingers out from Jasmine’s lax grip.