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Fucking hell, if any of my men touched her, they’d be staring at the other end of my Glock. Even my best friend. I really don’t want to have to look for a new underboss, but if he were to force my hand, I’d choose her. Over anyone. Every fucking time. “Just keep her put until I get there. Think you can manage that?” I hang up without giving him time to reply.
“Here it is, boss. Need me to come inside with you?” The driver idles the engine in front of an impressive-looking building. Big marquee letters sit at the top.The Merge.
“No, I won’t be long. I’m just picking something up.” I exit the vehicle and make my way to the door, ignoring the line of people that runs around the corner of the block. The bouncers stop me with open palms.Well, this is new. Guess we’re not in Kansas anymore.I’ve never—in my life—been denied access anywhere. I’m used to having the doors held wide fucking open for me before I even get to them. I size up the two steroid-induced meatheads. Do they actually think they can keep me out?
“The line’s around the corner, mate,” one of them says.
Mate? Really? I must be looking too fucking friendly these days. “I’m not you’re fucking mate, and I’m not waiting to get into that club either.” I smirk, waiting a beat before throwing a fist at the first guy. Then I toss up a knee and hear a rib or two crunch on impact. The bastard keels over and crumbles to the ground.
Right. Now it’s time for meathead number two, who is currently speaking into his earpiece, probably asking for backup. I land a jab to his temple, and he goes down like a sack of shit. Huh, that was easier than I thought. I’m still fucking riled up though; all this pent-up energy needs a fucking release. Tugging at the sleeves of my jacket and straightening myself out, I push the doors open. I’ve seen a lot of clubs, but this is something else. Opulence at its finest. But I’m not here to admire the building or intriguing furniture. No, I’m here for one thing and one thing only.My wife.
It doesn’t take me long to spot her. The fact that five of my men are surrounding her on the dance floor eases the task. I walk up to her. She’s dancing with her sister; there are two of them. Why the fuck are they dressed the same? It doesn’t matter. I know Holly is the one with her back to me. There is no mistaking the way my dick urges me forward with just one look at that ass.
Her sister’s eyes widen when she spots me, then she smiles. I put my hands on Holly’s hips, and it takes everything in me not to throw her over my shoulder and walk the fuck out of this place. If her dress wasn’t so fucking short, I just might have. But if I picked her up as she stands, every fucker in a five-mile radius would win the lottery and get a glimpse of what that piece of fabric is doing a pathetic job of covering.
She takes a deep breath and her body sinks into me. It’s fucking heaven. I finally have my hands on her again. Holly turns around and her eyes connect with mine. And I swear it’s like she can see into the darkest parts of my soul, yet she stares back at me with love. If she truly knew the things I’ve done, the things I will continue to do, I’m not sure her love for me would be as strong. Who could actually love a monster? Holly’s an angel, a fucking saint even, but everyone has their limits. I just hope she never findshers. At least not when it comes to me.
I lean down and place my lips on hers. My hands tangle in her hair, while I hold her face still. I feel her tears hit my thumbs as she pulls back. Without a word, she takes my hand and ushers me forward. We get to an elevator and she hits the button. Turning back, she glares over my shoulder to Neo and the four other men he has with him. “You all need to stay up here,” she says, pulling me into the elevator with her.
They look to me for direction, confused and unsure how to proceed. I give a simple nod of agreement. None of them seem all that happy about staying here, while Holly leads me away. What do they really think she’s gonna do? I know whatI’m hopingshe’ll do, and that involves her lips wrapped around my cock. Or her pussy milking me for everything I’ve got.
The doors close, and I quietly watch as she types a number into the keypad. The elevator starts to descend. The moment she turns around to face me, I pick her up, ignoring the burn in my shoulder. I press her back against the wall, and our mouths crash together as she wraps her legs around my waist. The sound of the doors opening again has me pulling away from her slightly, as I walk out with her still in my arms. I look around. We’ve entered a long cement hallway. “What is this place?” I ask.
“It’s the basement… where Bray used to fight. Second door, go there,” she instructs. I stalk forward and open the second door, stepping into an empty room. Not the best accommodations… But right now, all I need is Holly, and maybe a hard surface to hold her up against. She reaches out and kicks the door shut. “How is this possible? How are you here?” Her voice is like a whisper.
“My wife complained she wasn’t getting laid enough. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t find a way to rectify that?”
“So, you flew across the world… to what? Have sex?”
“No, I flew across the world to utterly and thoroughly fuck you, dolcezza. I’m going to make sure you’ll still feel me next week.”
“Mmm, well, what are you waiting for? Less talking and more doing, T.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I place Holly back on her feet and peel the straps of her dress down and over her shoulders. The flimsy material pools by her ankles, and she’s left standing there in heels and a pair of dark-green panties. Fisting the lace in my hand, I tear one side of them and watch as they flutter to the floor. Holly gasps and glares at her now-ruined undergarments. “I liked those,” she pouts.
“I’ll buy you more.” My eyes rake up and down her naked body. I’m not sure where I want to start. Every inch of her is fucking perfection. And then she drops to her knees. Her lips tilt up as she reaches for my belt, unlooping it before unbuttoning my pants. Her tiny hand reaches in and pulls out my cock. “Argh. Fuck, Holly, you’re so fucking hot right now,” I groan as her palm pumps my shaft.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this lately.” She leans in, running her tongue along the length of my cock, before twirling it around the tip and lapping up the precum that’s already dripping out. “Mmm, I love tasting you.”
“Nope. Up. Now!” I pull her to her feet, spin her around, and prop her against the closest wall. “I need to be buried inside you now. Are you ready for me, dolcezza?” I wait until she nods her head, then enter her with a quick thrust. “Fuck!” I yell out as I still. I know she needs time to adjust to my size. My lips make their way to her neck and nibble on her ear. “I missed you so fucking much. I didn’t think it was possible to miss anything this much.”
“Mmm, T?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me already, please.”
Yes, ma’am.Drawing out briefly, I thrust forward again, and her head falls back as I bottom out inside her. As much as I want to fuck her hard and fast, I need to go slow, otherwise this will be over sooner than I want it to be. If I had it my way, I’d stay buried inside her forever, never leaving my happy place between her legs.“I fucking love your pussy. It’s goddamn perfect. You are fucking perfect.” My thrusts quicken. “I need you to fucking come, Holly.”
“You and me both. Oh, God!” Her legs tighten around my waist. Creating a bit of space between us, I reach a hand down and find her clit. “Yes, T. That. Don’t stop. I’m going to…” She screams out as her hips meet mine, thrust for fucking thrust.
“Fuck, I love how you soak my cock. You’re so fucking wet. And it’s all mine.” I bite down on the soft skin of her neck, and she detonates. Her moans echo against the concrete walls. My body tightens as the tingles run up my spine, my balls constrict, and I come undone, painting the depths of her pussy with my seed. Fuck, I think I needed that more than I was willing to admit. How the hell did I think I could go weeks without her? I was a fucking idiot. Holly makes my whole world better. Brighter. She’s obviously way too good for me, but she’s mine. And that’s never changing. “Well, that was quite the welcome home, Mrs. Valentino.”
I pull out, groaning at the loss of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I tuck myself back into my pants and refasten my belt, while taking my fill of Holly’s naked, thoroughly fucked body standing in front of me. Her face has a nice red hue to it, and her eyes are glazed over in post-orgasmic bliss. It’s a good fucking look on her.
ChapterNineteen
Ican’t move. I’m standing here, catching my breath while watching T put himself back together—he’s tucking away that bit of anatomy he uses so bloody well on me.
I’m overcome by several different emotions at once. I don’t know how to process the feelings hitting me like a freight train. I’m ecstatic that he’s here, I’m coming down from one hell of an orgasm, and I’m pissed off that I had to go without him for so long. But most of all, I’m terrified because I know he’s not here to stay. I know he’ll be leaving again, and I don’t want to have to deal with another goodbye. I wonder if I can figure out a way to hide out in his jet, be a stowaway or something, and just follow him back to Italy.
