Primal God (The Defiant God Brotherhood #4)

4. 15 months ago

4

15 MONTHS AGO

Lilith

My feet ache as I walk to my next table, a smile on my face. Working a double was a bad idea, especially since I have an early shift at the coffee shop in the morning, but I couldn’t say no to my boss. Not when she mentioned there was a conference at the hotel, which means my tips will be better than usual. I need the money, so here I am.

“Hi, I’m Lili and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.”

There are four men at the table, but only one of them has my breath catching in my throat. Dimitri Santos. Albeit a very drunk Dimitri Santos…but still.

The man across from Dr. Santos says, “Do you have any greasy food? Our friend here needs to sober up. He has a presentation in the morning, but he went a little too hard at the free bar.”

I think back to what my manager said about the convention at the hotel. Something for doctors , she said. But if Dr. Santos is here, then it must be for orthopedic surgeons.

I nod to the man. “I’d recommend the nachos or the burger. Both are great.”

“We’ll take four burgers then.”

My gaze goes to Dimitri, who’s staring off into space. How is it possible that he’s gotten even more attractive? The thought has me spinning, heading to the kitchen with their order. That is a distraction I don’t need tonight, so I stop my coworker and friend, Cecely.

“Hey girl, can you do me a huge favor?”

“What’s up?”

“Can you take table thirteen for me?”

Cecely looks past me, her eyes widening. “And you don’t want to serve the ridiculously hot men because…”

“Because the one on the right that is wasted is an ex’s dad.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll take the table.”

“You’re the best.”

Cecely sticks out her tongue. “Oh, you’re going to owe me for this.”

I’m laughing as she walks away, and I turn in the order to the cook. Luckily, there are tasks I can do behind the scenes until Dr. Santos and his friends leave, like wrapping silverware.

I sit at the small table, letting my thoughts aimlessly wander as I roll the linen napkins around the silverware. It’s been years since I’ve seen or even thought of Joao, if I’m being honest. After I broke up with him, I heard he went to school abroad, which was good for me. It meant no awkward encounters, and, over time, he didn’t even cross my mind.

The same can’t be said for his father, though. While I haven’t seen him in person, I’ve thought about Dr. Santos. Okay, let’s be real. I’ve fantasized about him. Lord knows my neighbors probably tire of hearing me call out his name when I come. My cheeks warm as I grab another napkin. Yeah, Daddy Dimitri has been on my mind. A lot.

After I finish wrapping the silverware, I check in with my other tables. I hate that my gaze goes to Dr. Santos’ table. His friends are still there, but he’s not.

As I pass, I hear one man saying, “Think we ought to check on Santos? He’s been in there a while.”

“Give him a few. He always gets upset when Serafina is mentioned.”

That has me slowing my pace.

The other man adds, “He hasn’t been the same since she died.”

What? When did Mrs. Santos pass away? I hurry back to the kitchen, where I pull my phone from my pocket and go to Joao’s social media. My heart falls when I finally see the post from Joao about his mother. She died a month ago after a complication in childbirth. The hairs on my arms stand. It’s the same way my mother died. Joao goes on to say that his baby sister, Isadora, survived, and to send prayers for the family.

“Poor Dr. Santos,” I murmur.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I leave the kitchen and head to the hallway where the bathrooms are located. Dr. Santos is standing outside the men’s restroom, leaning heavily against the wall.

“Dr. Santos?”

He lifts his head. I know the moment he recognizes me, because his lips lift in a slow smile, sending a warm tingle through my body.

“Ms. Wolfe, what a pleasant surprise.”

I move closer and touch his arm. “Do you need help getting back to your table?”

He snorts, and I can smell the whisky on his breath.

“No. I needed a moment away from those pricks.” His gaze roams slowly down me, making me shiver. “You’re looking well, Ms. Wolfe.”

“Thank you.” I roll my bottom lip between teeth. “I’m?—”

“Did I ever tell you that you were right?”

“Right? About what?”

“About that night.” His gaze searches mine. “When you said I was angry because I wished I was the one out there with you in the pool.”

My lips part.

Surely, this is the alcohol talking. Right?

He straightens, looking down at me. “Do you want to know a secret, Ms. Wolfe?”

I nod because I’m not sure my voice will work.

“I wrapped the panties you dropped that night around my cock and got off.” He leans in. “More than once.”

We’re so close that I can see the gold swirls in his brown eyes.

“Dr. Santos…”

He makes a sound. “None of that, little girl. Right now, I’m your Daddy.”

I literally don’t know what’s happening. Like, my body is on sensory overload and my brain is having a hard time keeping up. Each accented word that he speaks sends heat rushing through me. The scent of whisky makes me lean in, but not as much as the scent of him. Sandalwood and something musky that makes me ache right in my core. This is madness, and yet I don’t know if I could walk away if I wanted.

He tips my chin. “Are you going to be good for Daddy?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He takes my hand, pulling me into the men’s restroom, locking the door behind us.

My mind races.

He’s drunk and not thinking clearly. I need to end this right now before?—

Dr. Santos’ mouth covers mine in a demanding kiss that consumes me from the get-go. He pulls me close as we kiss, and I moan at the firmness of his body. Tentatively, I move my own hands. One holds onto his bicep while the other finds its way to his hair. He does a bit of his own exploring, his free hand cupping my face before moving down my side to the skirt of my uniform. I gasp when he slides his hand up my leg, to my heat.

He ends the kiss and spins me, so my back is against his chest. We’re facing the mirror and even from here, I can see how swollen my lips are from our kiss.

“Daddy needs to be inside of this sweet pussy. Is my girl ready for me, or do I need to get you ready?”

Holy. Shit.

Why is that so hot?

I say, “I’m…I’m ready…”

His smile is full of heat. “Walk to the counter. You’re going to need something to hold on to.”

A soft whimper leaves my lips, but I do as he says. Luckily, the hotel keeps all the bathrooms clean, so I’m able to grip the edge of a dry countertop.

Dr. Santos moves behind me, lifting the skirt of my uniform.

“Beautiful,” he hums as he lowers my cotton panties.

I step out of them, and he sets them on the counter next to us.

“Spread your legs.”

My pulse thrums in my neck. This is the moment where I should stop this. But I don’t because I want this. I want it so much that I lean against the counter, spreading myself for him just like he wants.

His zipper lowers. I can’t see everything because of our position, but I don’t have to wait long to know what’s happening because the tip of his cock presses against my opening. Slowly, he pushes inside, and both of us make sounds of pleasure.

“So fucking pretty,” he says. “Look at you taking your Daddy’s cock.”

I whimper in response.

His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls out and then rocks into me. Fuck. I guess he wasn’t kidding about needing something to hold on to. His thrusts are brutal as he pounds into me. But I love it.

“I’m so close,” I pant. “Make me cum, Daddy.”

He leans in, nipping my earlobe. The act alone almost sends me over, but it’s his hand finding my clit that makes me detonate.

I clench around his cock as I come, whimpering out his name.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good, little girl.” He rocks hard. “Daddy is so close.”

He stills, and then I feel his warmth filling me.

I freeze.

Did he…did he not have on a condom?

He pulls out a moment later and I feel our combined release dripping down my thighs. Oh my god.

How could I be so careless?! How could he?!

I spin, ready to tell him off.

Dr. Santos says, “I…I don’t feel so well.”

He turns, stumbling into a stall. A moment later, the sound of him retching fills the air.

Shit. I grab some paper towels, cleaning myself as best as I can before slipping on my panties and fixing my skirt.

He’s still bent over the toilet when I approach, but I don’t think he’s still throwing up.

“Dr. Santos?”

A soft sob leaves his lips. “Serafina, forgive me.”

Those three words stab me right through the heart.

It also confirms my worst fear.

This was a terrible mistake.

“Dr. Santos, I’m going to find your friends. Do you want to get dressed first?”

He nods, so I help him to his feet, where he leans against the wall of the stall. I tuck his cock back into his pants and zip them, making sure he looks decent.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

I unlock the bathroom door and run right into Cecely, who looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Can you let table thirteen know that their friend is sick in the bathroom and needs help to get to his room?”

“I can.” She pauses. “Are you okay?”

No. “Yeah.”

“Lili—”

“It’s fine. I promise.”

I walk away before she can grill me any further.

My breath catches in my throat because each step makes me ache between my legs. And I hate it. I hate that I feel used. I hate that I want more. And I hate that he didn’t even really want this.

Glancing over my shoulder, I look back at the bathroom before rushing to the kitchen. This is for the best. I mean, maybe now I’ll get over this crush on Dimitri Santos. Right?