She tried pulling me in by grabbing my ass but I planted my toes in the bed, thwarting her efforts.
"Fucking do it....."
"No, answer me." I jabbed her a few times before going back to teasing.
"I'm.....I can't, I need it, please." She was almost in frenzy now, I tried to hold on, but it was hard when all I wanted to do was fuck the shit out of her.
"Are you going anywhere?"
She played me, I thought I had her but she clenched her pussy around my cock, twisted her hips in some kind of way that had me slipping and sliding back into the pussy, right where she needed me.
She bit into my neck as I pounded her, lost in her, so fucking lost in her.
"Fuck Mouth baby, I'll never get tired of this, of you, never."
I emptied my seed inside her as she came for me once more.
Chapter 13
I awakened to darkness, fuck; Mouth wore my ass out, shit. After that second time she'd sucked me back to readiness and then ridden me like nobody's business. The way she moved her hips and ass ...she fucking owned my cock.
I reached for her next to me, empty, cold sheets. Aw shit, I jumped from the bed and went in search of her but the stillness of the apartment already told me all I needed to know. There was no one here but me.
I tamped down the fear and lead with anger. If I got scared people might get hurt unnecessarily, it was better to hold on to anger.
I called downstairs and learned that she'd been gone for more than an hour; Taylor had been on ice for the last three, he could wait. I called the club and was told she'd never shown there, that's when fear kicked in.
I called every last one of my men and flooded the city looking for her.
She'd left on her own I was sure of that, but where the fuck was she?
La Principessa
I had to be really careful; the guards were on high alert ever since the old bastard had been taken out.
No one knew for sure who had done the deed, but it was widely suspected that Shane was behind the hit.
He'd filled me in on what had gone down, well some of it anyway, he was still working under the delusion that as a woman I shouldn't get involved in such things. He'd learn.
I scaled the outer walls and rolled into the shade. Counting down the seconds in my head, I waited for the strobe to pass before making a run for it to the side of the house.
I knew from recon that the lights were on special timers that made a sweep every five minutes less ten seconds.
Security was stationed in the back and front of the house leaving the sides unattended, maybe because the high walls and guard dogs were supposed to see to them.
I'd neutralized the dogs first; a little sleepy time steak was all I needed for that, they were three very well fed but heavily dosed dogs napping in the hedges beneath those walls.
No one will be looking for them since they only paid attention if the dogs gave an alert. Idiots.
I lifted the sleeve of the safety vest, shirt, whatever it is that Shane had given me, was that only days ago, it felt like forever.
He was going to be so mad, I couldn't think about that now though, I needed to concentrate or get my ass killed, one reassuring thing, if they got the jump on me, my father and uncle not to mention mobster boy, would tear them apart. Little solace if my ass was dead but it'll have to do.
I rock climbed my way up the side to the balcony on the second floor. Making sure there was no one in the room, I attached the window cutter to the pane of the window and silently cut out a circle before pulling it back with the piece of glass attached.
Next I reached my hand in and turned the lock in the window before sliding it ever so gently up.
I'm in.
Holding my breath I crept along the wall, it was still early, barely midnight, and since his old man had bought it in bed I'm thinking this wuss will probably be too scared to stay by himself for some time so he was probably surrounded by people. I might have to wait around here for a while.
Oh joy, that would just give Tommy Lucchese more reason to want to lock me away somewhere.
I used the heat seeking device I'd filched from Shane's safe room earlier to find the bodies in the house.
There were two goons sitting in what looked like a kitchen, in another room someone was on a phone, and in a bedroom some chick was riding someone, I'm guessing with their boss on high alert it had to be the esteemed Carlo Stacco getting his knob twisted.
I hefted the sack on my back as I checked the coordinates to the room. They were one floor up. Everyone else was on the second and first floor. The blue prints showed that the room Stacco was using was the attic room, only a bedroom and bathroom up there with a bird view window.
I had no idea when or if the chick was leaving, I also knew that if she left for a second I would have to use that window of time to do what I came here for, but then the discovery would be sooner than I wanted and I will be heading out that bird view window on the third floor. Shit.