Ryder

I eased my leg over the balcony and crept the last few inches to Geneva Levine's window. Darkness blanketed the estate. A few lights gleamed in other windows, but they were all downstairs.


Voices drifted from the back of the house, but that was it. I had the place to myself, but my attention remained riveted on the scene inside Geneva's bedroom.

She stood before her dresser in a beautiful pink lace bra and panty set. She twisted this way and that, studying herself in the mirror. My heart stopped in my chest, and I held my breath when she slid her hand up her stomach and started fondling her own breast.

God Almighty, she was beyond hot! She looked a thousand times better now than she did at the funeral. Her long, dark hair scattered over her perfect body, and her underwear set off every curve.


She collapsed against the dresser and had to support herself on one arm while she touched herself. Oh, fuck yeah, baby! That feels so good, doesn't it? You like feeling that rush of desire, don't you?

She sagged forward, and her hair fell to surround her face shining with sexual delight. Every part of her gleamed and radiated her beauty.


She tore herself away and went back to her bed. The covers lay crumpled on one side. For a second, I worried she would climb under them and I would lose sight of her magnificent body, but she didn't.

She spread out on the bare sheet and started undulating and writhing right in front of me. She pushed her breasts into the air and rubbed her legs against each other. Holy shit, she was on fire!

My cock started to get hard, but it exploded into a painful, throbbing rod when she slipped her fingers inside her panties and started touching herself.

What was she thinking about? Was she imagining a man touching her like that? Did she fantasize about me sliding my hand up between her thighs and feeling how fucking wet she was?

I squeezed my hard cock to adjust its position, and once I started, I couldn't stop. I stroked it through my pants and then threw caution to the wind. I unzipped and stroked right there on her balcony.

She seethed even harder as she escalated to a fevered pitch. She started squeezing her breast again. Oh, yeah, baby. Feel me fingering your sweet little pussy. Huh? Do you feel me nibbling at your nipples and licking your hot, wet slit?

She raked her hair back and licked her lips. She was getting close now. Was she thinking about me? Did she know how hard she made me?

I almost wished she would open her eyes and look at me. Some wild thrill seized me when I thought about her looking up and seeing me stroking it right in front of her. I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to get turned on knowing how hot she made me.

Out of some kind of dream, her bleary eyes floated open, and she looked right into my eyes. She erupted in a torrent of passion. She pushed her fingers into her smoking hot cunt and worked her clit even harder while she pumped herself full.

She bit her lip and convulsed for a second before she collapsed. She lay still. I should leave now. I should slip away before she raised the alarm, but I couldn't tear myself away.

I couldn't stop staring at her. I knew Geneva Levine was beautiful, but I never realized how mesmerizingly, incredibly passionate she was. She needed someone to bring that passion to life.

Then I remembered. She was a virgin. Don Alonzo protected her virginity while she was growing up. Levi Evangelista would be doing the same thing now.

She had to be a virgin when she married whoever would take over her father's empire. Word spread through the whole mafia world. The Levines were soliciting suitors for her hand based on that as their chief selling point—right after her father's wealth and power, of course.

Whoever married her would harness not just her father's empire, but the sheer, feminine power of this beautiful princess.

I dragged my attention back into the room and realized with a jolt that she was sitting up. She stared right at me through the window. She even saw me stroking my cock, but she didn't raise the alarm.

I zipped up and eased open the door latch. I didn't come this far and just watch her pleasure herself right in front of me to back down now.

I pulled back the balcony doors and stepped inside. Her features hardened when she recognized me, but she still didn't call out for help.

I dared to take another step nearer. She looked even more mind-blowing up close. Her cheeks glowed with color, and her disheveled hair surrounded her face in a sex-mad halo.

Her bra and panties hugged every corner of her tight, compact body. That body excited me so much more now that I knew what it could do.

'What are you doing here?" she finally demanded.

I took another step. 'I came to see you, Geneva. I wanted to talk to you. Considering how much security your consigliere posted around this estate, sneaking in here was the only way I could get close enough to do it without someone trying to stop me."

'Of course, we tried to stop you. You're our enemy. You and your men beat up Nico Greco and left him for dead right outside the estate. What were we supposed to think?"

I barely heard her. I looked down at her body again. Her face and scattered hair only reminded me even more how fucking sexy she was. 'Did it turn you on to see me watching you outside the window?"

Her expression changed… and then changed again. Her features went through several rapid variations. Her eyes dipped. Was she looking back down toward my cock? Itdidturn her on! She saw me getting hard, and it made her cum.

Holy shit! I had to touch this girl. I had to taste her and feel her getting turned on by me. I couldn't leave here until I did it.

I took a chance and grabbed my package. I squeezed it right in front of her. 'Did you see how hard you made me? Do you want to see how much you make me want to cum?"

She snapped alert. 'What do you want? Get out of here before I have them throw you out."

I let go of myself and relaxed. 'I told you. I just want to talk to you."

'Then talk. State your business and get out."

'I want to marry you, Geneva. I want to offer myself as a suitor for your hand in marriage." I finished with a little bow just to show her how charming I could be.

Her jaw dropped in shocked horror. 'Youmarry…me? You're insane."

'I know our families haven't been on the best terms, but that could all change if we got married. It's a classic Ryder and Juliet story."

She snorted. 'You're no Ryder, jackass."

I only smiled. 'Think about it. The empire would be even stronger if you marry me than if you married Charles Terranova."

Her expression changed again. She knew enough about her father's business to know that what I said was true. This marriage of hers—whoever she married—was supposed to consolidate her father's power. What better way to do it than to marry the best man, the most powerful man, the richest man?

I eased the last few steps to the bed and lowered myself onto it right next to her. This was my dream coming true. 'You loved cumming like that in front of me, didn't you? You loved seeing me watching you. It turned you on, didn't it? It made you want me to fuck you. Didn't it?"

I started gliding my hand up her leg, and she recoiled. She scuttled off the other side of the bed and hustled over by the closet. 'Get out! You aren't welcome here. You said what you came here to say. Now, get out of my house."

I stood up, but this moment was too good to waste. 'You loved showing off for me, didn't you? Did you like watching me stroke my cock while you fingered yourself? Did you like knowing how much I want to be inside you, to feel your hot, juicy cunt wrapped around my cock, to feel your muscles spasming and stroking me on the inside while I make you cum on my cock again and again?"

She spun around and opened her mouth to tell me to leave, but she stopped herself. She gasped, and her chest heaved. She started breathing fast. She couldn't help herself.

I sidestepped around the bed and took a few slow, deliberate steps toward her. 'You like showing off for a stranger watching through your window, don't you? You want that dangerous stranger to see how much you want to fuck. Huh? Would you like a dark stranger to come into your room and ravage you in your bed? Is that what you think about when you lie there in your soaking wet panties? Do you think about that when you touch yourself?"

A little groan escaped her. Her body quivered trying to hold herself together. She shivered with tension at my every word.

The power rushing through my veins gave me impossible strength and courage. I could take her right now. I could make her cum like that. I was already in her head turning her on as never before.

She just got herself off, and now she was ready to go again. If I kept doing this, I could steal her virginity right here in her room.

I had to chance it. I took the last few steps toward her. 'You want to feel me touching you. You want me to feel how wet you are. You want me to make you cum. You want to feel my tongue licking your hot, wet pussy. You want to feel my hard cock between your legs. Say you want it. Say you want me to spread your legs and stuff you full of my hard cock."

Her mouth sagged open with her next agonized moan. The sexual energy radiating off her drove me out of my mind. My cock spasmed between my legs. My words excited me at least as much as they excited her. I couldn't get out of this room without taking her right here and now.

I positioned myself in front of her. Her wild eyes never left mine. She stared right down into the bottom of my soul. She had to know how much I craved her.

My arm floated through space, and then my fingers laced into her hair. Her eyes flew wide open in something like terror when I clenched my fist to take control of her.

I crushed her lips under my mouth and drilled my tongue into her mouth. She whined in desperation, but she didn't fight me. She caved to my control, and I took one more step forward to pin her against the closet.

My cock took over. This was my moment. I glided my other hand between her legs. Holy fuck, she was beyond wet! Her panties gave off an insane perfume, and I started fingering her with wild abandon.

The next instant, I had my fingers inside her, and she moaned in my mouth, pumping her hips against my hand.

I smashed my body against her, grinding my rock-hard prick against her pussy as I rubbed her to another screaming climax. She panted and squealed rising to the peak of passion.

She stopped kissing me and gasped and whimpered with every thrust. 'Come on, baby!" I hissed under my breath. 'Give it up to that stranger outside the window. You know you want him to come in and take you. You want to feel that cock pounding that hot pussy, don't you? You feel that? You feel that cock making you cum? Cum for me, baby! Come on. Show me how much that intruder turns you on."

She stared up at me with glazed, maniac horror that told me she was so close. She was beyond close.

She kept driving her glorious pussy down on my fingers. Her lips trembled with every tortured breath and moved in silent words. Was she begging? Was she telling me how much she wanted me to bump her into next week?

One word and I would bend her over the bed. I would fill her with so much of my cock that she would never forget me. She could marry anyone she wanted, but she would dream about me for the rest of her life.

I kissed her again. Her arms hung at her sides, and she didn't try to touch me. She was too deep in the fantasy about the dark stranger coming into her room and taking her to Heaven.

I worked my hand deeper into her panties and started rubbing her clit with my thumb while I finger-fucked her. Her face went slack, and her eyes slid away from mine. She lost eye contact, and she wilted into the delicious waves of pleasure taking her over.

Without warning, the bedroom door exploded off its hinges. It slammed back against the wall, and some kind of monster lurched into the room.

I sprang away from Geneva and staggered toward the balcony before I realized it was the same guy that attacked me beyond the wall. He wore loose cotton pajama pants and a white T-shirt stained with blood, but his face was totally unrecognizable—not that I got a very good look at him this afternoon.

Geneva screamed out, 'Nico!" but he ignored her.

I took another step toward the balcony and stumbled trying to locate the door handle. I didn't want to take my eyes off the guy stalking me with unbelievable speed considering the condition he was in.

I missed the handle and had to look away to find it, but the minute I did that, the guy charged and grabbed me.

He ripped me away from the balcony and hurled me hard against the dresser. I crashed into it, and my head whipped sideways. I hit the mirror, and all the glass shattered.

The guy pounced even more ferociously. Feral bellowing noises escaped his locked jaws, and his swollen face made him look like a creature from some dimension of Hell.

He snatched me off the dresser and drove his knee hard into my stomach. Then he flung me even harder against the door jamb.

Splintering pain rocketed up my spine to my head. I braced myself to fight back, but the guy was way too big, not to mention driven out of his mind with rage and pain.

He charged me like a bull and drilled his massive fist into my face. He pounded my head back against the wall at least five times, but I lost count somewhere in the four or five range.

He seized me by the back of the neck and hurled me down on the floor with monstrous strength. I hit the floor, and he stomped hard on my back.

I lay still hoping this would be the end, but the next thing I knew, he heaved me into the air.

I struggled and then realized he was holding me above his head. He stalked over to the balcony. I had succeeded in getting the door open, but it didn't do me any good now.

He stormed onto the balcony, flexed his mighty arms, and tossed me over the side. The last thing I heard before I hit the pavement was Geneva screaming for Nico.