Her eyes are like two dark pools, and some of her sadness reaches inside me when she meets my gaze. Really, we’re not that different. Both of our families were destroyed by the mob, and yet we’re still indebted to them.
“What would you have done if you weren’t in the life?”
My lips pull into a bitter smile. “I have no fucking clue.”
I never gave it a thought, because this is all I know. Even if Johnny allowed me to leave, what would I do? I have no skills.
Her face breaks into a watery smile. “I don’t know what I want to do either.”
“I guess we’re both hopeless.”
We descend the hill in silence, my head full of troubling thoughts. I don’t know anything, I just know that my chest tightens when she smiles at me, and my desire for her is out of control. The wedding doesn’t really bother me as much as it should anymore. I like the idea of her becoming mine.
“Elena, this wedding is happening,” I tell her as we reach my car. “Capiche? I’m not stopping it for anything.”
Her eyes burn with questions I’m not sure I can answer. She opens her mouth, protesting—
“Look, it doesn’t mean we’re in love or any of that shit. It just means we understand each other. You need my help, and I need your smoking-hot body.”
Her cheeks flush as I wrap my arm around her waist. She wears a thin cotton dress underneath her coat, and I told her not to wear panties. It must be cold. Hell, it’s the middle of January.
My hand curls around her bare thigh, pushing the dress higher and higher up her legs until she hisses through her teeth.
“Tony, we’re in a parking lot.”
Since when do I give a fuck?
“No one can see what I’m doing to you.”
My body blocks her from view, but a thrill leaps inside me at the thought of someone catching a glimpse.
“Why is it that you always want to share me?”
Even though it’s cold, her legs feel like a furnace. My fingers run over her smooth skin, over her shaved mound, and then I just graze her pussy. It’s wet for me. She’s always fucking wet for me.
“I would never share you. I’m showing off what’s mine.”
She attacks me the moment I slip my finger inside her. The smooth walls wrap around me like a tight glove as she throws her arms around my neck and moans loud enough to let the whole parking lot know what we’re up to. My cock stiffens in my pants when I hear how turned-on she is. Elena arches her body against mine and crushes her lips over my mouth. Her hand drops down and seizes my cock, and it’s like an electric shock. Blood pounds through my dick and I bury my fingers in her wet cunt, curving inward as she moans in my mouth.
“You belong to me, baby. Just look how wet you are.”
Heavy brown eyes stare into mine. “You belong to me, too.”
I grin at that, but she’s right. There’s no denying that this girl has me, hook, line, and sinker. No one else captures my attention like her. No one gets me as hard as she does.
“I’m yours, but more importantly, you’re mine.”
I twist my fingers inside her, knowing how close she is based on her rapid breaths. Her face flushes and she bites her lip, trying to contain herself as I keep finger-fucking her.
She unzips my pants in one swift movement and yanks my briefs down. We couldn’t be more exposed, but she gives me that desperate look that I’m addicted to.
“I need you.”
Yes, she does need me.
The cold air bites my cock, but I hitch up her dress and guide it to her steaming pussy, which feels like a hot bath. I sink inside her, my face buried in her tits. Jesus it’s so warm and tight. I glide inside her, thrusting deep as she squeezes around me.
“There’s—there’s someone coming!”
My teeth graze her perfect tits. “Let them watch.” Smiling at her horrified face, I take as much of her as I can in my mouth and suck hard, digging my cock as deep as it’ll go.
Her fingers wrench my hair as she lets out another guttural sound.
“I need you to come, baby. I can’t get off unless you come.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a couple standing unnaturally still in the parking lot as if they can’t believe what they’re seeing. Awesome.
She blushes hard. “I—I can’t!”
“I can do this all day.” I thrust hard, her body arching up my car.
Well, no. I couldn’t. I’d blow a load before long, because she keeps squeezing my cock while it glides up her slick walls. Another harsh cry tears from her throat, rebounding through the parking lot, and the couple in the distance turns around. I see them holding a cell phone.
“They’re calling the cops. Better hurry.”