Untamed: Bad Boy Fighter Romance (Fighting for Gisele #2) (10 page)

Micah took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Mirrors behind the headboard went up the wall and across the ceiling. He didn’t bother to turn on a light, and Gisele looked at him beside the huge bed, the glitter of the casinos illuminating him in a soft glow.

Gisele reached out and ran her palm over his scratchy jaw, and Micah caught her wrist, licking the tender underside. He nibbled up her arm and kissed in the crook of her elbow, before pulling her into his arms.

When Gisele pressed her cheek against his chest and inhaled deeply, the scent of soap filled her nostrils. She kissed along the side of his neck, tasting him and wanting to devour him, one masculine inch at a time.

Gisele stepped out of her shoes, and Micah began slowly undressing her. Weakness traveled up her thighs and into her belly. She whimpered when he reached inside her panties to cup her sex. “Micah…”

With his hand on the back of her head, Micah fitted her lips to his, then drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked. Gisele dipped her tongue hard against his, making him moan. The sensuality of his kiss escalated her arousal until she was starved for him.

Gisele slid her palm under his shirt, seeking his hardness and his touch. Micah pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away, then shoved down his pants and briefs. His gorgeous cock was swollen with desire. She fisted the hot length, then grated her palm across the wide knob and squeezed.

Micah panted loud and heavy as he covered her with kisses. Then he undid her bra to cup her naked breasts. Holding their weight, he dragged his tongue across her nipples, and Gisele instinctively arched her back.

Gisele leaned into him, and Micah pushed her down onto the bed. He sucked at her nipples, hungry for her, then licked over the swell of her breasts. He kissed her neck, her jaw, and her cheeks. The sensual assault of his lips was insanely sexy.

Gisele reached down, holding Micah’s heavy balls in one hand while tracing the velvet skin of his cock with her fingertips. He groaned and she wrapped her hand around his hot cock, loving his thickness, longing for all of him.

In the darkness of the room, Gisele could make out the bulge of his powerful shoulders and the dips and valleys of his muscled chest. Heat flooded straight to her core, making her needy, and Micah seemed to know. He spread her legs and pressed his lips to her wet pussy.

“Ah…ah…ah,” she panted, as he worked his tongue along her wet opening and around her tight clit.

Micah reached up to caress her breasts, while he lapped at her pussy like it was candy. Gisele shuddered, losing control. “Yes, honey, you’re mine,” he said, his voice more like a growl. When he flicked his tongue over her clit in a rapid motion, Gisele came unglued. She whined in a shrill voice as a delicious orgasm took her.

But Micah didn’t stop. When she relaxed underneath him, he put one hand under her ass to lift her up. Tenderly he kissed her wet tissues then blew on her most sensitive area. Arousal stirred deep inside her, and Gisele quivered in his palm.

With hardly a break, Micah kissed and licked her in all the right ways, heating the blood in her veins and stirring uncontrollable sensation within her. “You can do it,” he said softly. “Let go…just feel it.”

Gisele’s belly flattened and her muscles stiffened, then her clit burned. Micah nipped at her sensitive tissues, then worked more magic with his tongue. She cried out as the waves of another climax rolled through her. Micah’s mouth, his touch, was her world.

Micah straddled her, caressing her cheek, and Gisele reached for his thick cock. “I need you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please…”

With one hand at the base of his cock, Micah angled the tip into her. She whimpered at the feel of the bulbous head when he shoved it into her. “Yes…yes.” Gisele arched her back, taking him deeper, and Micah stroked into her, filling her.

With her feet on the bed for leverage, Gisele rocked up to meet Micah’s thrusts. She saw his biceps flex as he pressed his palms into the bed, and felt his cock swell inside her. With sweat beading on his brow, Micah fucked her relentlessly.

Panting to keep up, Gisele clenched over his heat, as if to take more from him. Micah’s virile groans turned her on, and her arousal spiraled to the point of explosion. She matched his rhythm, shoving toward him each time he plunged into her.

“Fuck…Gisele.” The words came in one breath, as Micah’s body turned to steel.

Micah stroked faster as he exploded inside her and she shattered underneath him. He smelled so male, and his scent intoxicated her, extending her orgasm as if there was no end to the pleasure. With his chest heaving, Micah rocked into her, then came long and hard.

When he took in a breath, his body finally relaxed, and he pressed his forehead to hers. Gisele fingered his short hair then wrapped her arms around his waist. She didn’t want to let him go, and tightened her embrace to hold on to the moment.

Micah rolled onto his back and pulled Gisele on top of him. She nestled her head under his jaw and he stroked her hair. Then she sat up, straddling him to look into his eyes. Micah looked pleasured, but not fully satisfied.

Micah reached up and cradled her cheek in one big hand. Gisele touched his jaw, then fingered the silver stud in his earlobe. She gave him a coy look, and a flame of desire flared in his expression. When he spoke, his voice was like velvet. “I need more of you.”

In response, Gisele leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she licked from the base to just under the rim of his knob, flicking over the sensitive spot, before licking him again. When Micah was hard, she slipped his length into her mouth and pumped over him. His groan told her how much he liked it.

Gisele wanted him, just as much as he lusted for her. Micah excited her in every way a man could, and then some. She had him for the rest of the night, an enticing thought. And she craved all he would do with her, and how she might return the affection. Micah was her drug of choice, and it was an addiction that couldn’t be cured.

Chapter 10

After a long, torrid night, Micah woke up early. Golden light reflected against the windows, bathing Gisele in the soft glow of dawn. Her long hair gleamed against the pillow. He folded one his arm under his head, and admired her while she slept.

The sheet draped over Gisele’s naked body, revealing one slender shoulder. Her skin was flawless and her lips so delectable. She looked like a princess tempting Micah to awaken her with a kiss. Then, as in every fairy tale, there would be a happily-ever-after.

That was what Gisele deserved, but not what Micah was equipped to provide. As she had so aptly pointed out, he was wild, uncontrolled, and thrived on danger. That was no life for a princess. Yet he couldn’t help feeling regret at knowing what they had couldn’t last.

Happy endings were for fairy tales, not fighters like Micah. But he did feel happy right then. Looking at Gisele, visions of the night they’d spent together filled his mind, warming his skin and making him hard for her.

Micah reached out and ran his fingertips along her jaw, then over her lips. Gisele stirred, purring like a little kitten. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, then she opened her eyes, giving him a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Micah pulled back the sheet, the sight of her naked breasts turning him on.

Gisele threw back the sheet all the way and gave him a seductive look. Micah slid next to her and put his palm on her cheek. He nuzzled close and ran his nose along the length of hers. Gisele tipped her face up to his, and Micah kissed her tenderly.

He raked his tongue gently along hers, tasting her and wanting her. Gisele let her palm drift over his shoulder, then down his ribs and into the dip of his waist. She rested it there, teasing him. On his knees, Micah straddled her, then kissed her again.

Gisele was sweet, warm, and she wanted him, which was a turn-on. Micah sucked at her nipples until she whimpered. Then he dragged his tongue between her breasts and down her belly. There he nipped at her sex, then licked her pussy. “You taste so good,” he said, the words like a growl in the back of his throat.

Micah spread her thighs and kissed the delicate skin there, working his way up her body until he was looking into her eyes. Gisele’s lips parted and he lowered his mouth to hers, drinking her in. She fisted his cock, making him groan.

With a hand on the back of her thigh, Micah bent her leg up, then dipped his swollen cock into her wet pussy. God, she felt good, too good. He didn’t know how long he could last. Gisele writhed against him, making sexy sounds in the back of her throat.

She pinched his nipples then raked her fingernails down his arms. Micah stroked into her, and she tightened around him. Her pussy was so slick and hot, it drove him crazy. Grabbing a pillow, he shoved it underneath Gisele to push her hips up higher.

At that angle, she would feel his penetration, and the strokes of his cock would rub against her clit. Micah licked across Gisele’s lips, then dipped his tongue in her mouth, searching and finding every hot crevice. She arched her back and her nipples grazed his chest as he pounded into her.

Gisele cried out through ragged breathing, and her pussy locked around him like a vise. Micah’s cock throbbed, then exploded just as Gisele shattered underneath him. Entwined, they climaxed together, enhancing the pleasure.

When Micah was spent, he caught his breath, then covered Gisele with a flurry of kisses. With her legs wrapped around him, she pushed her heels against his ass to hold him close. His lips touched hers for a long, sweet kiss.

Micah grabbed the pillow underneath Gisele and threw it onto the floor. Then he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She rested her head on his chest, her legs laced with his. He held her there, content.

Gisele lifted her head and crinkled her brow. She gently dragged two fingers down the side of his face. “Your eye is black and blue now. Does it hurt?”

“No, I don’t feel it.”

Gisele kissed his cheek. “I shouldn’t be lying on you. What about your bruised ribs?”

Micah put his palm on the back of her thigh. “You’re fine…you don’t weigh enough to do any damage.”

Gisele slid off and hugged a pillow to her chest. With no makeup and her hair in disarray, she looked damn sexy. She gnawed her lower lip. “I want to talk to you about something today.” She hesitated. “Should I feed you first?”

Micah laughed. “I do listen better on a full stomach.” He studied her, wondering what she had in mind. “Is this the ‘It’s been fun but it’s over’ talk?” He said it playfully, as he couldn’t imagine after the night of sex they’d had that she didn’t want more.

Gisele shook her head. “Dream on,” she said, and socked his arm. “I’m not nearly done with you.” Then she looked into his eyes, appearing thoughtful but not distressed. “I just want to tell you about something. And get your support,
tough guy
.”

While Gisele showered, Micah went to the kitchen for some painkillers. The ribs were acting up and his elbow was stiff. He downed some pills with water, then put on coffee before going back to shower. A jolt of caffeine couldn’t hurt.

Once they were showered and dressed, they went out to eat. Breakfast places weren’t hard to find in Vegas. The nightlife created a high demand for establishments catering to those hungry for breakfast in the wee hours.

Micah knew of places that served around the clock, but he opted for a more traditional place with a Parisian bistro feel. It had wide open doors looking out onto the city, and a menu that he thought Gisele would like.

He’d eaten there several times, and as they walked through the restaurant, his mouth watered. The aromas made his stomach rumble. Once seated, they ordered coffee and scanned the menu. “This is a nice place,” Gisele said. “What’s good here?”

“I’m going to have the French Toast Collage,” Micah said.

Gisele read, “Eggs, bacon, sausage, and French toast piled high.” She sipped her water. “The eggs Benedict are more my speed.”

The waiter came back with the coffee and took their orders. Micah was curious about what Gisele wanted to talk about, but food was his first priority. The fight had been strenuous, although it hadn’t dampened his energy in bed. With Gisele in his arms, he would have to be comatose not to respond.

Micah’s body was stiff and achy, plus a mild headache persisted. The painkillers had taken the edge off, but after the pounding he’d taken in the ring, it would require more than a few pills to dull the pain. His consolation was that the Cuban had to be in worse shape.

Gisele sipped her coffee, and Micah leaned back in his chair to wait for the food. Under the table he rubbed his foot against hers, and she smiled. “I like waking up with you next to me.”

Micah took her hand and rubbed her knuckles. “We’ll have to do it again, then.”

“And I like falling asleep with you too.” Gisele squeezed his hand. “I like it all.”

The food didn’t take too long, and when the server slid the plate in front of Micah, he dug into his meal. There was plenty to eat, and his empty stomach began to fill up. The waiter brought coffee refills, and Micah watched Gisele carve a bite of her eggs.

“So what is it you want to talk about?”

Gisele looked up. “Well, I told you about my birthday.”

“Yes, and I’ll be at the party. But if you’re looking for clues about your birthday present then you’re out of luck.”

“Spoilsport.”

Micah laughed. “So, what do you have on your mind?”

“I just want to share some things with you…that you don’t know.”

Micah waited.

“I’ve told you a little bit, you know…that my father died, so I was raised by the Danilovs.” Gisele took a breath. “But there’s more about all of that, that’s more difficult to share.”

Micah was encouraged, as finally she was going to tell him more about how she got involved with a mob family.

“My mother Catarina died when I was six years old,” Gisele said. “She was Italian, and still had family back home. One time she went to visit and never returned.” Tears formed in her eyes, but she brushed them away.

“What happened?”

“My mother was in a car accident, and died instantly. I was young so my father didn’t want to burden me with details, but it was the result of a drunk driver.”

“I’m so sorry,” Micah said.

“So am I,” Gisele said. “I really miss her, especially at times like this. It’s a big moment, turning twenty-one, and I have no mother to share it with.”

Micah thought of his mother Sophia. It was too bad she hadn’t met Gisele, as she would wholeheartedly share in Gisele’s important moment.

“I don’t remember too much about my mother,” Gisele said. “But…I love her so much.” She sighed. “I have a picture of her. I’ll show you sometime.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“Not long after my mother died, my father Andrew Shelton was put in prison.”

“What was he charged with?”

Gisele fingered her napkin. “My father didn’t tell me much about that. He knew he’d be arrested, so he talked with me ahead of time, to prepare me. But I was so young that I doubt I would have understood too much if he had told me.”

“Did you visit him in prison?” Micah didn’t know if they let children visit.

Gisele shook her head. “He died not long after he was incarcerated. Once he was taken to jail, I didn’t see him again.”

“That’s sad, a real tragedy.”

“It broke my heart. My father was all the family I had, and I’d just lost my mother.” Gisele gulped some water then took a breath. “I don’t know what would have happened to me if it hadn’t been for the Danilovs.”

“How were they involved?”

“My Russian father, Yuri Danilov, explained it to me, and as I got older, he told me more. My father was an accountant and he had handled the books for the Danilovs.”

Falsified their books
, Micah thought, but kept his mouth shut.

“Yuri said he owed my father a favor, and it was the least he could do to take care of his daughter…after what happened.”

“How did your father become allied with the mob?”

Gisele bit her lower lip. “I know it sounds awful, but he helped with money laundering. He fixed the books in order to hide where the money really went.”

“I suspected that when you said he was an accountant for them.”

“Yuri spoke highly of my father. He said that Andrew refused to testify against them, and was held in contempt. As a result, the case went favorably for the mob, so Yuri was indebted to my father.”

“I see.”

“Yuri was my father’s ally, and he raised me out of kindness,” Gisele said.

Micah doubted that, but he didn’t want to upset her more. She only knew what Yuri had told her, and most certainly the mobster had skewed the facts in his favor. “You haven’t said how your father died.”

“It was unexpected,” Gisele said. “I understand that they would have released him at some point, but he died in prison. He had an undiagnosed heart condition, and I guess he couldn’t take the stress.”

I’ll bet
, Micah thought, but decided it was wiser to listen than to interrupt with his opinions.

“I assume that since he took the heat for the mob, Yuri felt obligated, and took me in,” Gisele said.

That didn’t sound like the mob. They weren’t known for their charity and good deeds. Even if they did raise her, whatever the reason was, why did they keep such a close eye on her now? If Andrew Shelton had knowledge of damaging evidence, he certainly couldn’t rat them out now that he was dead.

“What are you thinking?” Gisele said.

“Just that there’s more to the story.”

“There is.” Gisele looked at him, clearly concerned about something. “Can we get out of here? I’d rather tell you the rest someplace more private.”

“Sure.” Micah paid the bill and they left. For a while, he’d wondered how Gisele had gotten involved with the mob. Now he knew. All of what she’d just told him was new information, and he’d have to take some time to mull it over.

From the start, he hadn’t liked the idea that she was caught in the mob’s grip, and he liked it even less now. Russian brigades had an appetite for violence; the fight he’d just fought was an example of their ruthlessness and greed. It wasn’t a proper atmosphere for Gisele, and Micah decided that she had a point about wanting a more normal life.

It was too hot to do anything outdoors, so they returned to the hotel and sat in the atrium off the main lobby. It had a high glass ceiling, and a variety of plants decorated the space. Its best feature was that it was unoccupied, so they had the space to themselves.

Gisele sat in one of the chairs, and Micah sat on the sofa, adjacent to her. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, waiting for her to continue. It was obvious that Gisele only knew what she’d been told, and Micah was a skeptic.

His sense was that Yuri had fed her a cover-up story, and that something was up. Gisele was treated like some treasured possession, and her mob connections watched her, too closely. Micah had gotten the message that she was
off limits
, although he’d chosen to ignore it.