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“Thank you. And I trust that you never saw me, right? Maybe you had a bad dream? Imagined something? Saw a fucking ghost… I don’t care. But I was never here, got me?”
“Of course, boss. Never saw a thing.”
I walk past the open gate and sneak into the house through a side door. And I’m instantly greeted by the hot end of another gun. “Fucking hell, this is happening way too fucking much tonight,” I growl.
“Boss? Shit, sorry. Didn’t know it was you. They said you were dead. I sure am glad you ain’t.”
“About that… I am. And you aren’t. You’re torn up—you miss me terribly and all that.” I step around him and up the staircase. I creep into my old bedroom, sit on the bed, and access the security footage from my phone. This house is too fucking big. There are too many rooms to search, but I finally see her. Holly’s sitting in the library with my mother. It looks like they’re crying. Fuck… I’m going to hell for this.
They both stand, and my mother hugs Holly before leading her out. I follow, on camera, as they climb the stairs. It’s not until they’re standing outside the fucking door that I realize my mother is bringing herhere. Why the fuck would she bring Holly to my old bedroom? This house has ten guest rooms. I jump into the closet and turn my phone off. The light comes on, and my mother tells Holly to get some rest, then mentions some shit about planning my memorial service tomorrow. There’s enough illumination that I can see Holly looking around. She sighs and curls up on the bed. It’s not long before she’s sleeping. I open the door and peer down at her. I can’t walk away without letting her know that it’s going to be okay.
I thought waking her up with my palm over her mouth was a good idea… right up until I catch an elbow to the chest. “Fuck,” I groan.
“T? What the bloody hell?” She follows it with a jab to my shoulder.
“Ow, fuck, dolcezza. Shhh. I need you to be quiet,” I urge.
Then she laughs, but not joyously. No, this is different. It’s like she’s lost her goddamn mind. “You have to be kidding me. Where the hell have you been?” She’s pissed…
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, dolcezza. But I can’t stay long. I just… I couldn’t keep away…”
“What do you mean youcan’t stay? What’s going on, T? Where have you been?”
I clearly didn’t think this through. What the fuck am I gonna tell her? Instead of answering her questions, I do what I’ve been dreaming about doing for the last three fucking days. I slam my lips down on hers. I push my tongue inside her mouth, and I take everything she has to give me. I greedily find comfort in this kiss, when I’m the one who should be comforting her. I pick her up, throw her back onto the bed, and land on top of her. “I fucking missed you.”
“Why? Why did you do this to me?” she asks, her voice wavering.
“I’ll tell you when I can. I promise. Just not yet.” I lean down and fuse our lips together again. Sliding my hand under the shirt she’s wearing, I palm her breast and twist her nipple. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her chest into mine, and her legs wrap around my waist as she clings to me. “I fucking love you, Holly. I’ll always come back to you. Don’t you fucking forget that.” My mouth makes its way down her neck.
“I thought I lost you. I… it was too much, Theo,” she cries. And I wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumb.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” I rest my forehead on hers. We’re both breathing heavily. I sit up and pull her yoga pants down her legs, before ripping the shirt open. Then I lie back and tug her on top of me. “I need to see you. I need to see you, Holly.”
She nods her head and bites her bottom lip. Her hands are trembling as she undoes my belt and jeans, freeing my raging fucking hard-on. The moment her soft palm wraps around my shaft, I lose all inhibitions.
“I need to be inside you now. I need to fucking feel your pussy milk my cock, dolcezza. Are you wet for me, Holly?” I ask, knowing full well that she is. She always fucking is. She nods her head and settles herself at the tip of my cock, slowly sliding on to the length. “Fuck! I fucking need you,” I say, holding her hips as I push her all the way down until she bottoms out.
“Oh, God, Theo, yes. Oh, God.” Her moans get louder. And at this point, I don’t care who fucking hears her. I want the world to know that she’s mine, that I dothisto her. No one fucking else.
“You’re fucking perfect. My queen. My everything.” I raise her hips before slamming her back down again. She feels so fucking good. I know if I don’t hold back, I’m going to come way too fucking fast. I don’t want this to be over yet. I reach up and palm her breasts. Her hands rest on my chest as she slowly circles her pussy around my cock.
“Don’t leave me again,” she whispers as she leans forward to cup my face. “I can’t do this life without you, T. Don’t fucking leave me again. Please.” She’s begging me…
I want to tell her that I won’t. But this is the fucking mafia. I can’t guarantee a tomorrow. All I can promise is that I’ll do everything in my power to be there each morning when she opens her eyes. That I’ll be the first thing she sees when she wakes up, and the last thing she sees before she goes to bed at night.
ChapterSeven
Theo rolls us over so he’s on top. He’s actually here. He’s inside me. His hands are on me. His mouth is on me.If this is a dream, please, God, I don’t want to wake up.Let me have this forever. I’ll do anything. Just let it be real…
Theo sits up and pulls my legs over his shoulders. Holding my ankles, he starts to thrust into me, hard and fast.
“Fuck. Oh, God. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” My thoughts are chaotic, but one thing is crystal-clear, and that’s the orgasm I’m chasing. I’m so close.
“Fucking come for me, Holly. I need you to come for me now,” T demands, right before he bites into my ankle.
“Ow, fuck!” I fall over the cliff. And T follows, his body jolting as the warm liquid squirts inside me. He collapses on the bed and pulls me against him, his hand curled around me and his fingertips twirling the ends of my hair. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream. Tell me you’re real.” My voice quivers at the thought of waking up and realizing he’s gone.
“It’s not a dream, dolcezza.” T’s voice is rough, his chest still heaving.
