Page 77 of Scarred Hearts

Using my fingers, I scooped up some of my cum out of her, smearing it around her pussy then reached up to spread it on both of her erect nipples. She arched her back, then lifted her head again, watching every move I made. Sliding my fingers back inside her, I stroked her sensitive G-spot while sucking my cum off her clit.

She convulsed and moaned, writhing on the desk of the man my brother-in-law killed. I imagined what her father was thinking, looking down and watching me fuck his only princess on the desk he once ordered people to die from. Often my thoughts were dark, but this was new.

Wow. I felt immense power running through my veins as I fucked my girlfriend, who’d soon be the most feared woman on the planet. I never wanted to leave her side. I wanted a life with her regardless of the risk that came with it. She was always the one I was supposed to be with.

As I stroked her insides and clit harder, she lost all control, screaming as she drenched my face. Chest heaving, she stared down at me, my face buried between her legs as I stared back into her eyes. She grabbed my hair, holding me against her.

My gaze shifted to movement in the doorway, seeing Ian and Luke staring at us with others behind them. There was no way in hell I could stop now. She was humping my face and still squirting inside my mouth. Ignoring them with a smirk, I focused on her eyes only once again until she came down from her high.

Her arms flailed out to her sides. “Holy fucking shit, Tyler, that was—” her head collapsed back, and she gasped, “Oh fuck!” She sat up, hopping off the desk, sitting in my lap.

I wiped my mouth off on my cuffs.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Ian said, flickering his gaze as he entered with Luke.

“Are you?’ I cocked a brow, rolling my tongue over my bottom lip.

The corners of his mouth twitched but he refused to smile. Giovanna didn’t cover herself. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, crossing her legs over my lap. I pulled her against me with one hand, resting the other between her thighs. My cock was buried between us, still not being even close to being finished with her tonight.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Ian lifted his chin at us. “You might want to get dressed.”

“Why?” Giovanna asked.

Luke interjected, “Because you’re about to have some visitors.”

“It’s the middle of the night!”

“Yeah, but bullshit can’t tell time,” Luke replied a little harshly.

Ian’s brow creased, and he took his phone from his front jeans pocket, placing it to his ear.

Give her five minutes.

Yeah, I don’t give a shit. I said, give her five. Boss or not, she’s with us. He nestled his phone back in his pocket.

Though I didn’t understand what the hell was going on, it was nice to see Ian protective over her. I’d never witnessed him be that way with someone outside our circle. He never defended Mila that way. Then again, he never had to.

“Give me five for what?” Confused, she darted her eyes to me, then back to Ian before standing. Bending over, her ass in my face, she snatched her pants off the floor, tugging them on one leg at a time. Unable to avert my gaze from her perfect ass and wet inner thighs, I tucked my dick away.

“Ty,” Ian growled, calling my attention to him, and I shifted my gaze. The expression on his face told me I wasn’t going to like what was about to happen. “Get presentable.”

Fuck. I stood, fastening my pants, then adjusting my attire.

“It’s the middle of the night,” Giovanna commented, tucking her breasts away. “Unless my father’s come back from the dead, I don’t see why it can’t wait until tomorrow.”

Ian marched over, coming to a stop in front of the desk and crossing his arms over his chest. “I suggest you watch your tone with me, because in a minute you’re going to need me.”

She took a step back, pressing her rear into me. “Sorry, I’m just so tired of shit happ—” Her voice trailed off at movement in the doorway. She gasped, her knees weakening but she quickly stabilized herself before I could help. “Oh my God!”

“Hey,” her oldest brother, Carmine, greeted her. His black hair was styled into a messy pompadour, and a neatly trimmed beard hugged his jaw. The expression in his dark eyes bore no sign of remorse. A malevolent grin stretched wide across his face.

“Hey, sis.” Enzo, the middle brother, echoed. He was a couple of inches shorter than Carmine. Much like his brother, he had dark hair and eyes, though he appeared slightly more unkept and carried himself further relaxed. He seemed not phased whatsoever by the fact that he’d been gone for so long.

Carmine was supposed to be in prison, and I wasn’t aware he was getting out any time soon, after the crimes he’d committed. Judging by the way both men carried themselves, I wasn’t shocked that Vito didn’t want either of them running his family. Carmine appeared unhinged and Enzo seemed like he couldn’t have given a single shit.

“How the… what… oh my God!” she repeated, speeding toward her older brothers. Throwing her arms around them at the same time, she hugged them. “Carmine,” she said, taking a step back, “How are you out of prison? Not that I’m sad to see you but I’m—” her voice trailed off.

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