Page 45 of The Last Call
“I want you to fuck me.”
Jesus. Her music picks up again. A pounding beat that I can feel in my racing pulse. The only lyric I can make out are the words ‘never mind.’ Everything else slurred together. All the other verses unintelligible like he’s drunk. Kind of like I am over her. Flying high with her dainty wrists clamped under my fist and her legs spread wide to take me deep. Grunting and thrusting like a damn wild animal as I have her trapped with nowhere to go. Driving me to the edge with her moans and whimpers.
Yes. No. More. Stop. She has no idea what she wants with my demanding cock in her clenching pussy, my tongue sucking on her slender neck, my thumb plucking her engorged clit. I’m making her fucking crazy just like she is me. But I really fucking lose it when she cries out my name. Her release flooding my balls and thighs as she climaxes. Eyes squeezed shut. But I need her to watch when I come inside her.
They blink open when I abandon her throbbing nub and yank back her hair. Sliding her chin up the foggy mirror, steamy from her panting. “Look at me lion while I fuck you.”
I don’t even recognize my own voice. More than the normal dominance. Harsh and guttural. Demanding with a possessiveness she must understand too as her pussy clenches around me again. Her hips moving with me. Her entire body trembling. She needs to come. She needs me to make her come. “You are the one. The only one. Always the one.”
A manic nod of agreement is all I need too, and my own body shakes with my release. Filling her up almost painfully as she collapses from the force. We slide down the mirror together. Always together.
We’re going home.
Much to Nonna’s disappointment after we stayed in Sicily much longer than Julius originally planned. I think she secretly hoped he was enjoying himself so much that he would simply forget about ever returning to the States. That we would remain there and live happily ever after with her and the beach and our new mutually shared racing hobby. But his world, his real life—gritty and dangerous—kept beckoning, and now we’re on the way to his house.
My house now too I guess. Such a strange feeling to know I’m going to be staying in his mansion from now on instead of my apartment. Although, I have to admit, not a terrible sensation either. Oddly enough, the idea of living with him permanently makes me somehow feel free rather than tied down. A contentment that I never expected to find after being independent for so long. Too long, I guess, to realize what I’d been missing.
Which has only taken a month of him spoiling me with love and affection and almost constant sex to recognize how lonely I was. How lost. How lifeless.
Now my world is filled with him and his grandmother and maybe even a baby. Which is definitely his idea not mine. The thought simultaneously intriguing and terrifying. Believing I was destined to be permanently solo, I’ve never even considered having a boyfriend or a husband. Let alone becoming a parent, especially with an insane, ruthless mob boss. Yet another facet of our relationship where he offers me no choice.
Forcing both of us to eschew any birth control since he had himself checked right before he kidnapped me and then confirmed I was clean after perusing my records. Well that, and preventing me from fucking anyone else since the last time I completed the monthly tests I always take. Which I hated him for at first. For controlling me and claiming to know what was best for me. I guess now I realize he was correct, yet so utterly wrong about how he went about proving himself right. I’ve finally accepted that I’ll never change him but have learned to accept his obstinacy along with his other domineering and overprotective behavior.
I glance over at him. Still captivated from the thrill of him sitting next to me, from his possessive touch as he talks in his phone. His chiseled jaw made sexier with his evening scruff. His ebony hair messy from my fingers stroking the silky strands earlier on his jet. His talented hands squeezing his cell in irritation. Protecting me from the details of his criminal empire by conversing in Italian.
Despite any claims otherwise, he owns my destiny now. So I choose happiness within my circumstances rather than fighting him forever. Since he vows that’s what we are. Somehow I’m finally starting to believe him.
He lifts his hand from caressing my thigh and swipes his screen again to stop the incessant buzzing after he just clicked off another call. Grumbling something that means he’s frustrated.
“Damn.” Sliding the cell back into his jacket pocket, he returns his attention to stroking my leg. “I need to stop by my club and take care of something. Then I’m going to take you home and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
I laugh and shake my head. Always matter of fact and straightforward with his intentions. Not wasting a second on any romantic preamble or attempt at seduction. I guess I’ll have to accept too that he’s not the sweet talking type. That’s okay. I’m not really either. Maybe truly perfect for each other like he continuously assures me we are.
“You think I won’t?”
Trying to pick a fight over my amused reaction, he challenges me. Which, if I dare to counter his assertion, will just end up with us fucking right here in the SUV. I definitely don’t want to smell like sex when we’re out in public, so I give in. A little. “I believe you Saint. I fully know what you’re capable of.”
That makes him smirk, damn cocky bastard. Too handsome and sexy for his own good. His fingers streak higher and lick at my already dampening panties. He growls in disapproval from finding my thong.
“I like it better when you’re naked.”
“Well, I like it better when you’re a gentleman.”
Now his laughter fills the backseat. Both of us well aware he’s never gentle when it comes to taking me. The fading bruise on the inside of my wrist proof of his penchant for tying my hands to give him full and unadulterated access to my body. I wonder how he’d respond if I try that on him tonight when I pleasure him for the first time. I turn toward the window, hiding my smile. Not very likely. Well aware he’ll never submit to me or anyone else. But hopefully he’ll finally allow me to return the favor to him since he hasn’t yet. So focused on pampering me, he’s sacrificing his own needs and I don’t like it.
I don’t like it at all.
For the first time in life, I’m giving of myself because I want to. Not because anyone’s paying me to. Or expecting me to. Or forcing me to.
Forcing.
Terror floods my body thinking of him. I haven’t had any nightmares for weeks. Not since I’ve been with Julius. But the building we’ve pulled in front of brings everything back. All the disgusting memories flooding my mind. An involuntary shudder engulfs me, and I can’t stop shaking. “This is your club?”
A slight shrug of indifference lifts his shoulders, if not his interest. His mind still deep in thought from whatever issue brings us here. Unaware of the panic rushing through mine.
“One of them. I’ve got several but I keep an office here.”
The vehicle comes to a stop, and there’s only a few minutes for the security sweep of the perimeter before his driver opens the door. To get out. To go inside. To be in there. I press back against the cushion. An involuntary response to my body’s resistance to climbing out of the Infiniti. “I’ll just wait here for you, okay?”
