Man of the House(114)

Her people were now my people too, at least in a way. Her baby was half Russian and half Italian. Arturo and them didn’t give a shit about Alexei and Kaley. The only reason they let them stay was because they were a convenient excuse for war. As soon as the war was over, what then?

They couldn’t just have an enemy living in their house. They might kill Kaley’s whole family, and I couldn’t imagine she’d ever give that up.

No, there was no fucking happy ending here. We were both fucked from the start. Maybe it took us too long to figure that out, but I was beginning to see the truth. We were both fucked, and there was no turning back. The Russians wouldn’t have us, and the Italians were going to turn on us sooner or later.

Kaley came around the desk toward me. “You see it too, don’t you?”

“I don’t see shit.”

She stopped in front of me, her fucking eyes wide, pleading.

“This war is for everyone but us.”

“This war is for me. You started this war too, you know.”

“I never meant for this to happen,” she said softly.

“Your people came at me first. I never asked for that.”

“I know that.”

“Give me a solution to this. Give me a way out that doesn’t involve killing a bunch of your family members.”

She bit her lip, looking away. I could see the pain in her face clear as day. I hated talking to her this way, but it was all the truth. If she wanted this war to end, she was going to need a way to stop it.

But she didn’t have one. We both knew it.

“You have nothing,” I said. “This is happening, Kaley, and you can’t stop it.”

I saw the anger flare up in her face again at that moment. She raised her hand and went to slap me, but I caught her wrist and laughed.

“Hitting me isn’t going to help.”

“Bastard,” she said. “You fucking bastard.” She struggled, and I had to grab her other wrist. “Stop it. Stop all this. You fucking bastard.”

“Struggle all you want, princess, but it’s happening.”

“You fucking bastard.” She was furious, so angry, and she looked so fucking delicious.

I could feel my cock, hard as fuck, in my pants. I yanked her hard against me and crushed my mouth against hers.

She struggled for a second, too pissed to do anything, but I held her there.

And finally, she gave in, kissing me back.

I knew she would. She was pissed, I could feel it in her body, and I wasn’t feeling much better.

But she was so fucking delicious, and her pussy was all mine. We both knew it. Even if she was angry, she couldn’t resist me, couldn’t stop herself from sucking my cock, from letting me fuck her until she came, screaming.

I kissed her hard in my office, holding roughly onto her wrists, my cock hard as hell.





27





Kaley





I was so angry.

I couldn’t believe how angry I was. I couldn’t think anymore as I went after Vince. I wanted to hit him, to hurt him, even though I knew I was half his size and he could throw me around the room no problem. I wanted to get him anyway.

He didn’t care about killing my family. All he cared about was his own mob and himself. He was a selfish bastard, and in that moment, I wanted to hurt him as badly as he was hurting me.

And when he grabbed my wrists, I felt something else inside me mixed up with that anger.

It was lust. Pure, simple lust. My pussy was soaking wet as he held my wrists, controlling me, pressing me back. I was so angry still, but suddenly all I wanted was to feel his rough lips against mine, to let him fuck me rough and deep.

And when he kissed me, I thought for a second that he could read my mind. Somehow he knew what I wanted, that I was dripping wet for him, excited beyond belief by his strength and my anger. His kiss was rough and hard and passionate.

He pressed me back, up against a filing cabinet, pinning my hands to either side of me. He kissed me hard, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as his lips traveled down my neck.

“You act like you hate me,” he said, “but really, you just want my thick cock between your legs.”

“Bastard,” I said, but he was right.

“Good. Go ahead. Get it out of your system.”

“Bastard. You’re such an asshole.”

He kissed my lips again, and I moaned softly, pushing myself against him.

He let go of one wrist and began to unbutton my shorts. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his hand down my panties, pressing his fingers against my soaked clit.

“God, you’re fucking wet for me,” he said. “You can call me what you want, but this fucking cunt doesn’t lie.”

“I’m wet, but you’re still a bastard.”