“You do. You… Do…” she barely gets out in between breaths. My chest is heaving and my balls are burning. I want to come so badly, but I know doing so will be the end of our bodies being one, and I can’t handle the separation yet. Except, the pleasure is too great, and with one last push to the end of her wall, I come. Her walls clench around me as she cries out, meeting her own orgasm.
Releasing her, I collapse onto her back. I pull myself from her and roll to my side right away, dragging her with me. Her eyes are closed, and her face has this content and blissfully-gone look on it. I smile knowing it is I who has given her that look. It has only be a day, but I feel closer to her now than I had before. I still haven’t opened up about anything, and we haven’t talked about what happened, but words aren’t needed when bodies can do the communicating.
A sigh comes from her lips as she peers up at me, finally opening her incredible eyes. I am certain I will never get used to looking at something as beautiful as she. She has taught me that in the blink of an eye, life can end. Without her there yesterday, I would be dead right now. Even though I have killed many people, and I probably deserved to die, I am alive and am grateful for it. I am not saying I am turning over a fucking new leaf because I’m not, but when it comes to her, I will try to be a better man.
“You’re such a dirty talker…” she whispers breathlessly. I smile, laying a kiss against her forehead. She has no idea. In that moment, when my cock met her pussy, there was nothing else that I can say. The words I spoke, though dirty, were true.
“Dirty talking is just another thing I’m good at.”
Her deep brown eyes roll as if to say shut the fuck up. I know I am cocky, but when you’re me, you have a reason to be.
“We shouldn’t have done that. If Jared finds out you were getting rowdy with me, he’s going to be pissed.” Her concern for me and my safety over Jared has me laughing. She doesn’t know Jared like I do. He is a friend, a very close friend, who I met back in grade school before I knew I had responsibilities, before I knew I would be the king of a mafia. That was back when I was normal, when I had a mom and did things that were normal.
“Jared isn’t the big, bad wolf, Bree. He’s just an old friend who also happens to work for me. He couldn’t kick my ass if he tried.”
“Oh really, asshole?” I hear Jared’s voice on the other side of the door just before he walks in. I pull the covers up over Bree who is still blissfully happy with her post orgasmic face.
“Call me sir, douchebag,” I smirk at him. He comes to sit in one of the chairs by the door.
“I called Mack. He said he will be up in a few days. He wanted to lay low since you caused a complete shit storm. They were raiding every part of your house looking for you and her.” My blood boils as I look down at Bree.
They are looking for her and going through all of my things. My personal fucking things! The very things that I have earned, that make me the person I am are probably destroyed. The fucking nerve of these people! Luccio deserved to die. He was going to kill me, so it was either him or me. When it comes down to a bullet, I will always choose to put one in the other person.
“I didn’t cause a shit storm,” I proclaim, pulling myself from the bed, and pulling on my sleep pants. Bree is about to doze off again, and I don’t want to cause a bunch of fuss.
I get up, and Jared follows behind me, closing the door. We head into the kitchen where I rummage through the fridge for the juice. Once I find it, I pour a glass and take a long drink from it.
“What the hell happened? I thought you were doing the right things? You had me driving you all over the place. That girl in there told me that you found out who killed your mom. When did you start claiming women? What the fuck happened?” Jared rambles, obviously stressed and confused by what is going on.
“Bree was never meant to be anything. She simply fell into my lap. I did what I had to do. I took her in return for a debt that was owed. She was my indebted, now it is I who is in debt to her.” I slam back the rest of the juice and wipe my mouth.
“So, she’s not yours, but you dragged her into this fucked up, sick, and twisted mess?” The thought of her no longer being mine has my blood boiling. Isn’t she still mine?
“Like I expected this shit to be so out of hand? Luccio was my family. Well, kind of. He took me in when I lost everything, but he put the knife in my back. I had no other option but to kill him. Like I told Bree, it is kill or be killed.”
Jared runs a hand through his hair, looking away from me and up at the ceiling as if he can’t believe the shit I have gotten into. It is fucked up, yes, but it is just the start to the war that is on the verge of coming.