“I was just blindsided and…”
“Heartbroken, devastated, utterly fucking distraught.” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “At least you don’t have to worry about feeling that way ever again. Because I would never fuck this up. I would never hurt you. I would never betray you. I would never lie to you. You’re the only person in this world who has my unconditional and unquestionable loyalty.”
“What about my father?”
“I’m loyal to him—but I’m loyal to you first. If you asked me to shoot him in the back of the head, I would do it, no questions asked.” I grabbed my glass and took a drink. “I would do anything for you, no questions asked.”
23
FRANCESCA
I lay in bed wearing his shirt, his face pressed between my thighs while his mouth worked my sex with expert execution, eating me raw, sucking and pulling and even biting, bringing me to the edge over and over, but never letting me actually drop off the cliff.
“Wolfe,” I said with a growl, my fingers deep in his hair.
I felt him smile against my pussy and even release a quiet chuckle, warm air moving over my wet sex. He lifted himself up. “Say please.”
“Fuck you.”
“Ooh, that’s even better.” He moved back between my legs, scooped underneath my thighs with his thick arms, and then dove his mouth into my folds, kissing me with the hardest pressure yet.
I immediately whimpered and trembled and winced all at once, my body dragged to the edge by the ankle before I was tossed over the edge, falling into a climax that made me lose control of my entire body.
Tears released from my eyes and dripped down my cheeks.
His kisses turned gentle when the best had come to pass. Then he crawled up my body until his face was over mine. “Fuck, I love that pussy.” He grabbed his length and directed it inside me before he sank in, making me wince slightly because I was sore from all the fucking we’d done that night.
He sheathed himself completely before he fucked me quick and hard, bringing himself to his final pumps in less than a minute, filling me with another load like I was a fucking piggybank. When he was finished, he rolled over and lay beside me, his forearm sliding beneath his head for support.
I tapped the screen of my phone on the nightstand and saw that it was almost midnight. Wolfe and I stayed up late every night, not because we meant to, but because it just happened that way. So I was tired all day, every day, but then the nights would come, and I was invigorated by the good sex he gave me.
That was when I noticed all the missed calls from Leo. He’d called three times.
Before I could tell Wolfe, loud knocking sounded from downstairs.
Wolfe was up before I had a chance to react to it. He pulled on his boxers and sweatpants and then reached for his bag in the closet to grab a loaded gun. “Expecting anyone?” He was serious and quiet, a whole different person from the one who’d just lain beside me.
“No, but it’s probably my brother.”
“Why would it be your brother?”
“Because he called me a bunch of times. Just noticed the calls now.” I got out of bed and pulled on my underwear and sweatpants. “I’ll answer it.”
Another round of knocking ensued.
Wolfe walked to the window and pulled back the curtains to look outside. “There are no cars.”
“Then it’s probably Leo.”
“He walked all the way here? It’s like a mile.”
“I don’t know,” I said as I left the room. “Let me check.”
Wolfe followed me but stopped at the top of the stairs, the gun in his hand.
When I reached the front door, I heard my brother’s voice. “Wake the fuck up, Frankie!”
I threw the door open. “Cristo,what is your problem?”
