Page 51 of Villainous Kingpin

Wynter

For the past two days, I was just Basilio’s girl.

I didn’t complain.

He told me stories about his cousins and sister. I told him stories about Juliette, Davina, and Ivy. But we both stuck to general comments. Maybe it was a lucky coincidence or maybe it was self-preservation. I had no idea.

I even flipped on the TV, then played a marathon ofGood Girls. He laughed because I fast-forwarded through a lot of parts.I just need the bottom line, I told him grinning. I was the happiest girl in the world at that very moment.

I regularly never had time to watch TV or keep up with the shows, and I knew if I didn’t finish it, I wouldn’t for the foreseeable future. So he humored me and went along, though it wasn’t exactly his kind of show. Admittedly, we got distracted through some of it. We kissed. We touched, but he didn’t take it further than that.

Trust me, I tried. When he sat against the headboard, his white shirt unbuttoned and his tie loosely hanging around his collar, I drooled. His abs were mouth-watering. And I couldn’t resist his tattoo playing peekaboo with me. It was a peculiar tattoo and it resembled the skull that was above Priest’s club, right below the Kingpins of The Syndicate sign. I explored it, trailing my fingers over every hard inch of him.

Until it got so hot, I thought I’d combust. He was hard too; I could see the outline of his hard length pushing against his pants. My heart fluttered with expectation and uncertainty as I slid my hand down and cupped his erection through his pants. He let out a rough groan, while his eyes darkened and encouraged me, I reached for his belt. My pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside me and his hands gripped my curls, pushing them out of the way.

He pressed himself further into my palm, his hard length big and hot through the fabric. He was thick and big and so damn perfect.

I pressed my lips to his neck. His hot skin burning my lips and his taste imbedding itself into my bloodstream. I went lower, skimming my mouth over his stomach and kissing his hard abs. Then I licked his skin, right above his undone belt that I couldn’t even remember unbuckling.

A rumble escaped his chest.

“Wynter,” he groaned as I attempted to slip my fingers into his boxers. He grabbed my wrist, then jumped off the bed.

Then he cupped my face and kissed me. “It’s late and you’re tired.”

“I’m not that tired,” I protested, shaking my head.

His thumb brushed my cheek. “If you’re awake when I’m out of the shower-”

The meaning lingered in the air as he headed for the bathroom while I admired his backside. A man shouldn’t be allowed to have such a fine ass.

I shifted over, determined to stay awake while I watchedGood Girlsand the women get into even more trouble than my friends and I. My eyelids grew heavy but I rubbed my eyes, the sound of the shower still running.

“He’ll be out any moment,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes for just a second and sleep took me under. It was the downfall of waking up at the crack of dawn or even earlier.

I woke up with my cheek pressed against his warm chest and his arm wrapped around me. There might have been some drooling involved on my part, but I quickly wiped it away. I remained in his arms, relishing in his body heat and his steady heartbeat thumping under my ear. So strong and confident.

Waking up this way, I wanted to ditch my jogging session and stay in bed longer. To enjoy this moment. But it was hard breaking the habit and guilt of skipping the vigorous exercise. I had miles to burn. A medal to win. Records to break… and shit like that.

I shifted to get out and Bas stirred, his eyes finding mine and my lips curved into a smile. God, nobody had ever made me smile like him. I could get used to waking up next to him. I could get used to this.

“Where are you going?” he demanded to know.

I sighed. “I have ten miles to burn.”

He cocked his eyebrow, then checked the time. “At five A.M.?”

I shrugged, then jumped out of bed before temptation got the better of me. As I changed out of my pjs and into jogging shorts and a sports bra, his eyes never wavered from me. His intense gaze burned through me, setting sparks to my insides and for the first time in my life, I was grateful for a toned body.

Maybe I should push my butt out, twerk it or something,I mused silently and pondered how I could pull it off gracefully.

“I’m coming with you,” he announced as he jumped out of bed and startled me out of my twerking plan.

“Stay in bed,” I protested.

“Fuck no,” he growled. “I’m not staying in bed while my girl is jogging at the crack of dawn.”

It was impossible to resist him so we ran ten miles together and managed to impress each other. After our jog, we showered and went to the beach.