Page 131 of Brutal Obsession

It would be worse if the De Lucas were still full-fledged, united under one powerful leader. Then, this would be an all-out war. Times don’t get darker than that.

But while a lack of cohesion helps keep the skirmishes to smaller proportions, we can’t track all the individuals or groups who sympathize with the De Lucas. We can’t predict when or how they’ll strike. These are unorganized, unofficial efforts to antagonize us and take us down a few pegs in response to public perception that we sent Leo De Luca to prison and killed their don after murdering his brother, all as some kind of power play.

Despite the fact that in reality, none of that’s true.

Killing Matteo De Luca, their previous don, was payback for what he did to Finn’s first wife. And offing Enzo was necessary for obvious reasons.

Tensions between us have only escalated.

Long story short, with a full-scale offensive being waged against us at home and in the desert and Finn trying to manage things in New York while advancing covert efforts to smoke out the mole, no one’s thinking about Harper and me. Or what to do about the disrespect we’ve shown the family.

No one cares. No one’s watching.

These have been some of the darkest, most high-stress, chaotic days of my entire professional life as an enforcer, and yet, I’ve never been happier. I get my knuckles bloody all day, but when I come home at night, Harper’s there, five plus feet of pure heaven.

“Let me shower first.” I want to wash the day’s grime off me, but she pushes me down on her California King bed as soon as I come through the door of her suite. Some nights we sleep here, some nights we sleep upstairs in my rooms.

Depends on where I find her when I’m done with work for the day.

“Why?” She straddles my thighs, unbuckling my belt. “Just so you can get all hot and sweaty all over again?”

Her eyes twinkle when she smiles at me. The sight of her happiness infuses my spirit with so much peace, I could float away. She’s spent the past three weeks recovering from everything that happened. She’s still not supposed to push herself, but her recovery has been textbook. When I first found her at that De Luca facility, I remember that primal worry deep down in my gut.What if she doesn’t make it through this?

But Harper made it through, mind and spirit unbroken.

She amazes me.

I’m convinced the way she handles my cock is the remedy for any bad day there ever was.

My eyes fall closed as she sucks me into her mouth.

“Mmm.” Satisfaction rumbles in my throat.

Fingertips finding her hair, my muscles flex as she sucks the pleasure right out of me. She drags her tongue from base to tip, like the most diligent lollipop consumer in history.

Once she’s hot and bothered enough, she climbs off, drops the rest of her clothes, and then sits on my shaft like it’s a throne.

This has been her routine for the past several days. When I get back from work, she steers me to the nearest comfortable surface, blows me, and then climbs on top of me and rides my cock, however she wants.

And I lie there and watch her while she turns me the fuck on, knowing that after she makes herself come, I’ll get the chance to do it my way.

At first, she moves slowly, finding the angle she likes the best. Once she does, she rides me hard, like she’s trying to deepen the divide between her thighs.

I want her to watch me while she does it, but she usually won’t until I wrap my hand around her throat.

Her hooded gaze traces down my arm to my shoulder, my neck, eventually coming to rest on my mine.

When our eyes meet, it’s there.

This thingbetween us. I can’t explain it. When we look at each other, it’s like an invisible adhesive holds us together. An unbreakable connection.

She rocks her hips, whimpering my name, and I use the fingers around her throat to guide her closer until she’s hovering close enough to kiss.

Our mouths meet while she rides me, forceful and needy.

Against my lips, she moans, “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Yeswhat?” I dig my other hand into her ass.

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