Page 53 of Scarred Hearts

He furrowed his brow for a moment, clearly dissatisfied with my reply. Withdrawing himself from me, he sat on the sofa, then pulled me onto his lap. Straddling him, I sank down onto his length again, throwing my head back with a loud cry as he bottomed out against my cervix with force.

Fingertips digging into my sides, he guided me back and forth on his lap, and I soon forgot my inner turmoil. I leaned back, pressing my palms into his legs as I rolled my stomach, giving him a show while I rode him. “Do you love watching my pussy move up and down your huge cock?”

He smirked, lifting my hips in his commanding hands. “I love everything about you, baby.”

Our eyes met, and our understanding of the moment was clear. The feelings were mutual, but it was as far as we’d let it go; sex between two obsessed people.

I rolled my hips faster, our bodies slamming together with each thrust, sweat now trickling down our skin, mingling with our passion. I could feel him pulsing inside me as my pussy tightened on his shaft. His eyes never left mine, his gaze was intense as he watched my body move in a way only he could command.

I knew this wasn’t love, but whatever it was, was ours. Love would never come for us and that was okay. This is fine. Everything is fine. It’s enough, I kept telling myself. It was where we were meant to be, where rules were first and commitments and secrets were secondary to the uncontrolled thirst that drove us insane.

I begin to tremble, my inner walls fluttering around his thickness. “I can’t hold it anymore,” I cried out, my voice shaking with pleasure.

His fingers dug into my sides, his eyes still focused on mine. “Cum with me, baby, let it all go.”

My nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to thrust into me, his hips thrashing up against me in perfect synchronization with my own pleasure. The orgasm hit me hard, my body shaking and arching as I came undone. I fell forward against him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “You better not fuck anyone else either.”

He chuckled against my shoulder. “I think we have bigger problems to worry about.” Sprinkling kisses on my skin, I took a final deep breath before he carefully lifted me off him, setting me gently onto the couch.

“Like whattt?” I asked, arching a brow at him.

Reaching over, he took my jaw in his hand, tilting my head and inspecting my neck with pride. “Like how I’m going to keep my fucking hands off you in front of everyone.”

The following morning, Tyler took me home after we woke up. One of his kids had gotten sick, and he needed to go pick them up early from their aunt and uncle’s. Shortly after I arrived at home, Luke texted me, wanting to pick me up and take me to a meeting.

Last night ran circles in my mind as I made sure the four hickeys Tyler put on me were covered. Leaning closer in the mirror, I dabbed green color corrector on my shoulder and neck, feeling the lingering ache of his teeth and lips on my skin. “Fucking vampire,” I snickered.

My neck wasn’t the only part of me feeling it today. My entire body was left to feel the traces of his touch, my pussy still aching and sore, just as before. I needed to touch myself. To imagine feeling him again, but I didn’t have time. I applied a little concealer and setting powder, then finished the final touches on the rest of my makeup.

I looked over at the time on my phone, only to see a text from Luke pop up on my lock screen.

Just pulled up.

“Shit.” I gave myself a final look of approval before snatching up my belongings and speeding out of my apartment. The elevator seemed to crawl up to my floor and back down. The minute the doors parted, I rushed out of the building, onto the sidewalk.

His Escalade window was down, his arm hanging out the side, and his eyes concealed by his Aviators. “Knees to chest, Gia, knees to chest! Let’s go!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I grumbled under my breath as I hurried through a crowd of people speeding by on their way to and from the Subway stop under my building. Jerking the passenger door open, I slid in, reaching back and letting my bags fall on the floor.

He paused for a moment, tightening his gaze on mine.

“What?” I folded my arms over my stomach after buckling myself in.

He shook his head with a smile, then looked ahead as he pulled away from the curb into traffic. “Nothing but we need to talk about today.”

I sat silent, gazing out the window for about fifteen minutes, until I couldn’t take the quiet any longer. I was too curious. I twisted to him. “Well? What about it?” I shifted again as much as the seatbelt would allow. “Russians?”

“Not even close.” He glimpsed me, then back at the road. “Italians.”

“Can I ask who?” Now I was skeptical.

“The Rovati brothers.”

I breathed a sigh of relief when their last name rolled off his lips. I was expecting one of my father’s enemies. But the Rovati men, I could handle. I’d handled one of them before… three times. I giggled at the thought.

“What?” he asked, peeking over at me.

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