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With every thrust, I drove deeper into her, the slick warmth of her body swallowing me whole. My eyes fluttered shut as she tightened around me, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure. This was heaven–there was no other way to describe it.
Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding over me, I pushed Justice gently onto her back in the car's plush leather seat. She gave a low moan of approval as I climbed over her, my weight pressing down on her and drawing a gasp from her lips.
As we kissed, I guided myself back into her, sliding in inch by inch until she had taken all of me again. Her hands clung to my shoulders, nails biting into my flesh as she let out a soft whimper. My body tensed at the sensation—pain and pleasure intertwining in the most intoxicating way.
She arched her back off the leather seat, pressing her breasts against my chest. The lace of her barely-there dress did little to mask the hard points of her nipples—another intoxicating sensation that prompted me to grind further into her.
"Bash," she gasped as I thrust harder into her. "Oh God…don't stop."
As if I could have stopped. The taste of her on my lips, the feel of her beneath me. This was what I craved, what I'd always want.
I wouldn’t dream of it. Anchoring myself on the plush leather, I delivered punchy thrusts, each one aimed at driving her to the brink. "Fuucck," she groaned, biting down on her lip to stifle her cries. Her walls clamped down around me, setting fire to my nerves as I struggled to hold back my release.
She was a vision beneath me: eyes closed in ecstasy, chest heaving, her long dark hair pooling around her shoulders. The sight sent a jolt straight to my groin, and it took every ounce of self-control not to dive over the cliff then and there.
"I need you to look at me," I managed to grit out between gritted teeth, before crashing my lips against hers in a desperate kiss. She whimpered into my mouth as I gripped onto her hips harder, leaving no doubt that she was mine—today, tomorrow, forever.
The world shrunk down to just us in the back seat of the car, the hum of the outside world dulled by our heavy breathing and shared desire. I quickened my pace, taking her with an unrestrained urgency that shook the vehicle. Slowing down wasn't an option; not while she was writhing beneath me, begging for more.
The fire inside me grew with every move she made, feeding off her pleasure. Her body tensed up again, a low keening sound escaping her lips. I could feel her shuddering around me, signaling her impending release. "Let go," I whispered against her ear, my hand slipping between us to stroke her sensitive bud.
That was all it took. With a cry muffled against my shoulder, she shattered beneath me. Her nails dug into my back as she convulsed, waves of pleasure washing over her. The sight and feel of her climaxing tipped me over the edge.
With a guttural growl that echoed in the confines of the car, I buried myself deep inside her, riding out the waves of pleasure that washed over me. Her body continued to spasm around mine, making each pulse of my release even more intense. Every nerve in my body felt electrified, sparking in rhythm with my pounding heart.
As I collapsed onto her, spent and satisfied, she wrapped her arms around me and held me close. Her eyes were closed, but a soft smile played on her lips as she nuzzled my neck. The tenderness in that gesture tugged at something deep in my chest and I tightened my grip on her.
"Damn," she murmured sleepily against my skin. "We should get married more often."
As we lay there, hearts still racing, the car's silence was suddenly pierced by the shrill ring of my phone tucked away in the inner pocket of my jacket. I cursed under my breath, knowing that only an urgent matter would pull me from this blissful cocoon with Justice. Reluctantly, I disentangled myself from her warmth to answer the call.
"Talk to me, Skylar," I answered gruffly, trying to steady my breath.
The voice on the other end was rushed, panicked even, a stark contrast to the afterglow we were just basking in. "Boss...it's Vito. He's here—at the reception."
A cold dread settled over me as I sat up straight, every muscle tensing. The abyss of our criminal world was encroaching on our newlywed paradise. Justice's eyes snapped open, mirroring my concern as she mouthed 'Vito?' I nodded grimly.
That was when we first heard gun fire.
Chapter Eighteen: Justice
Ineeded to find Sebastian. It didn't matter that my dress was messed up or that I smelled like sex and all of the guests at the venue would know what we were doing, I needed to find my son. My heart pounding in my chest, I scrambled out of the car, my bare feet hitting the cold pavement. I didn’t even bother pulling my dress down—it was a ruined mess of lace and satin anyway. The sounds of gunshots filled the air, followed by screams—a cruel reminder of the danger we were in.
"Bash!" I called over my shoulder, my voice shaky. I didn't wait for him to respond, knowing he'd be right behind me. Adrenaline fueled me as I sprinted towards the venue, my hand clutching the hem of my dress to prevent myself from tripping.
I could hear Bash behind me, his heavy footsteps matching mine in speed. "Justice, wait!" he called out, but I couldn’t—I wouldn’t.
A sea of people came into view as we approached the entrance. Panic was evident on their faces as they scattered in all directions, scrambling to find an exit. A cold dread settled over me—where was Sebastian?
Through the chaos, I heard a distinct sound—a child’s whimpering cry. My heart seized. Sebastian. The world slammed to a halt and my focus narrowed to find him among the panicked crowd.
“Out of the way!” I bellowed, adrenaline coursing through my veins like a roaring river. People parted before me, their faces blurring into insignificance as I shoved my way towards the noise.
There he was—huddled beneath a table, his small form trembling with fear, his wide eyes wet and glassy. His tiny hand clutched a toy car—a gift from Bash during the wedding ceremony.
Hassan was next to him, his piece in his hand. Skylar and Zane were flanking the table he was hiding under.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I closed in on them, ducking beneath the table to gather my son into my arms. Sebastian clung to me, his small form shaking with fear. "It's okay, baby," I whispered into his hair, pressing a reassuring kiss onto his forehead. "Juju's here."
