Page 51 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

His hands slowly move down my neck to my shoulders, kneading into my aching muscles. My hands fall to his waistband holding him closer, feeling his warmth spreading throughout my body. As much as I want to hate him right now, I can’t. I unbutton his pants, needing to feel him, all of him. I pull his pants down freeing his hard dick.

“Charlotte, baby,” he whispered my name in my ear.

He lifts me up setting me on the table. His hands dip into my booty shorts. I lift my butt off the table, so he can pull them down. Moving to the edge, he gives himself a couple of pumps before lining up. Spitting on his dick and my pussy, he slides in. With a grunt, he thrusts deep.

“Yes, Lucca right there.”

He grips my hips pulling me closer. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Charlie.” His fingers finding my clit, circling the sensitive bud. My inner muscles clenching around him. “Yes, baby let me feel you tighten around me.”

I cry out when he pinches my clit. The sensation radiating all the way to my toes. Our hips met with hungry kisses. He leans over kissing me along my neck, nibbling my earlobe. I run my nails along his back digging them into his ass. He doesn’t stop pounding into me, so when he rubs my clit more, my climax hits me out of nowhere. Exploding around him, arching my back off the table, contracting around him, I feel him grow still as he finishes inside.

Pulling out, he slowly pushes his cum back inside with his finger. Moaning when he strokes my g-spot. Pumping faster drawing another orgasm nearer.

“Oh, God. I’m coming again, Luc—” I scream as I have my second orgasm.

My entire body is spent. I lay on the table trying to catch my breath. He smiles down at me, cupping my face. Gently kissing me.

“Please get some rest today. I shouldn’t had done that; you should be saving your energy. But I’m a selfish man.”

“I’m fit as a fiddle, seriously. Don’t worry about me. You better head down before Rett has an aneurism.”

A rich laugh pours out of him. “He’s losing his shit guaranteed. He’ll bitch me out for it. He sometimes forgets that I’m the capo, and I boss him around.”

He kisses me again before he leaves. Leaving me alone with my thoughts and being trapped in this place. I can’t take it for much longer. Looking around all I can see is where that masked asshole punched me, while the other one trashed my place. I’m not staying here with all those memories. Heading to my room, tearing open the closet I pack a bag. The shitty thing is I don’t even have a phone. I’ll have to replace mine. Once I finished, I make sure that my place is locked up tight. Double checking to make sure. Stepping outside makes me happy. I haven’t felt the warmth of the sun on my skin in a week. I’ve missed it. The noisy sounds of the busy street being a welcome treat to my ears. I called an Uber from the coffee shop up the road, deciding to leave my car. I can’t risk anyone following me. I’ve watched enough movies in my life to figure someone probably placed a tracker on it. Just because I’m an accountant doesn’t make me stupid.

When I finally reach my destination, my body relaxes. Hopefully, it’s okay that I’m here. Climbing the stairs, I ring the doorbell. I causally look around. There are bodyguards stationed around but none try to stop me. When the door swings open, I’m greeted by an older woman with greying hair. This must be Anna.

“I’m sorry to drop by. I’m Charlie,” I tell her politely.

“Yes, I know who you are. Does Lucca know you’re stopping by?” She looks to my bag.

I shift from one foot to the other. “Um, not exactly. Is it all right if I come inside?”

She nods, stepping out of the way for me to enter. “Thank you. I really am sorry. I had an incident at my place and needed to get away. I can always go someplace else.”

“Oh, heavens no child. You can stay here. Ada has been talking about you non-stop. Please let me take your bag.”

“I can take it to Lucca’s room. You don’t need to wait on me, Anna.”

She waves me off, grabbing my bag from my hands and climbs the stairs, leaving me in the entryway. Note to self. Don’t mess with Anna. I make my way into the kitchen needing something to do. I should be doing work instead or trying to figure out who broke into my place. That’s what I should do. Lucca has other things to fuss over. I also need to get a hold of Scarlett. I need my name out of the press. There is so much shit to resolve. I’m going to go mental before the month is over. I can feel a small throbbing behind my eye, a headache is forming. I thought it was gone for the day. Sitting down on the stool, I close my eyes and rub my forehead. I’ve never experienced a migraine before, but if this is one, I never want another one.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here now.” His arms tightened around me from behind.

“I couldn’t stay in that place. I’m sorry for showing up here unannounced. I couldn’t call.”

“Don’t ever be sorry. I’m glad you’re here. Do you need to lie down? How’s your head? You shouldn’t still have a headache?”

“It just came back, full force.” I wince when I look at him.

He made a face that said he’s winning this round. “I’m calling a doctor to come by. Tylenol is doing jack shit for you. Go lay down and we’ll come up when he gets here.”

He left no room for arguing and I had none left to give. I was tired, glad to be with him, but so many questions to be asking still. By the time I reach his bedroom, my headache has reached maximum strength.

By the time Lucca and the doc arrived, I was ready to pass out. The doc gave me some extra strength meds for migraines and told me to get some much-needed sleep and that I didn’t have a concussion. That’s good to know considering I knocked my head around yesterday. He figures it’s from stress.No shit.

“Charlie, relax. Did you want a bath? Maybe that will help?”

“No, I’m fine. Really. Thank you. I think leaving my place is what I needed the most.”

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