Page 76 of Conall's Reign

Our club,Fortune, had been one of my favorite places to meet. Unfortunately, it had burned down, and we had only enjoyed it a few times before it was torched.

"Progress is steady," Angelo replied. "We’re handling the permits and pushing them through the usual channels. The structure is going up faster than expected, but I want security to be tight this time. No more fires."

"Agreed," Ilias said. "If they thought torching the old place would keep us down, they miscalculated. It only pissed us off."

"And it made us richer,” I pointed out. “Insurance has paid out nicely, and with the expansions we’re implementing, we’ll be making double by the end of the year."

Before anyone could respond, Ilias’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and raised an eyebrow. "We might have a bigger problem."

"What now,fratello?” Angelo sighed.

“We were just outbid on our contract for that housing project,” he ground out.

We had a couple of construction companies working around the cities, keeping jobs running. They were great for two reasons: first, we could dump all sorts of bodies there, and second, they were great for laundering money.

Maxim straightened. "Who outbid us?”

Ilias’s expression darkened. “Scarpato. They underbid by a lot.”

Angelo scoffed, leaning back. "Fantastic. Just what we needed."

I finished the rest of my whiskey, placing the glass down with a gentle clink. “Looks like we’re not just rebuilding a club. The Scarpeto’s may be stepping to the plate. Bold moves.”

Maxim finally chuckled as he lifted his glass. “Well, that will be another problem for another day. Today, let’s drink to rebuilding."

Ilias clinked his glass against Maxim’s. “I’ll drink to that.”

Angelo sighed but lifted his drink as well.

I smirked and raised my glass. "Now, that’s a toast I can drink to."

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The blinds were stillup when I came to bed. Francesca propped up in bed with her phone fingers flying over the screen. I’d never known anyone to text as fast as she could.

“Theo?” I asked, knowing before I even spoke that she would answer in the affirmative. Theo was in Milan for fashion week, but I suspected she was merely avoiding the inevitable. She had tried to persuade Francesca to accompany her, but I promptly dismissed that idea. I didn’t believe I would be able to breathe without her.

“Yep, she’s having the best time.” She smiled at me as she placed her phone on the nightstand. “She’s outrageous.” Her laughter echoed around the room. “Do you know that she snuck backstage and pretended to be a model for Chanel and almost made it onto the catwalk?”

I actually could believe it. Theo Anthakos had no shame at all. The girl was a menace. She thrived on unpredictability and chaos. If you didn’t think she should do it, then by all means, she made it her mission in life to get it done.

“Do we need to bail her out?” I asked as I stripped out of my clothes. My wife’s eyes lit with interest.

“No. She got away. She said their security was slow.”

I removed my slacks, folding them neatly before putting them with my shirt. Palming my cock I stroked it while I watched her, rubbing my thumb through the pre-cum that had gathered on the tip. All day, I’d been thinking of her soft curves and the smell of her hair.

“Let me see you,” I demanded before prowling closer and climbing onto the bed beside her.

Eagerly, she pushed over the covers and took down the straps of the negligée she wore. Her eyes were already dilated, her cheeks flushed. Francesca and I had been learning from each other, and the one thing I was confident of was that my wife liked what we did together. That made me happy. Stopping her hand, I pushed it down below her tits as I moved between her thighs. She had beautiful tits, full and round, perfect handfuls, with areolas that were just about the size of quarters. They were rosy and puckered in the air as if they were pushing towards me as I bent to give them the attention they deserved.

“Did you miss me today?” I laved each one in turn, biting, and sucking. First one and then the other, loving the way that she bowed up against me, grasping my hair and arching her pelvis so it ground against my cock. She’d learned not to wear panties to bed. I liked my easy access. “So wet already.” My cock bobbed against her entrance as she sought purchase and friction.

Sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, I slid a hand down to her pussy and into her folds, letting it rub against my cock as I did so. My balls were so full that maybe I needed to take the edge off. Every stroke forward was delicious. Her channel was slick with want, dripping, as I plunged my fingers into her in time to my mouth on her nipple as I sucked hard, biting at it with my teeth, rocking against her clit.

“Oh, I’m …” Her mouth worked around itself as she struggled against my hand and my cock before she spasmed and came hard, her pussy clutching my fingers and coating my cock with her juices.

“I’m so wet now, baby. That was glorious. I’m going to cum in that pussy now.” Her eyes were blown wide as I hitched her legs up over my shoulders so I could drive in deep. Sliding my cock into her was easy, I was a desperate man now, and there was no holding back. Each inch and stroke of my cock moving into her body felt like I was driving into her soul, scraping along every nerve.

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