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“He made me destroy it!” Melissa cries the second her body is pressed to Lance’s, so he can use her as a human shield. “Lance called the cabbie’s phone and said he had you, Giovanni!” Tears stream down my girlfriend’s flushed face. “Are you okay?”
I keep my gun trained on Lance, who looks just as deranged as a stalker who’s about to die should. “I’m better, now that I have eyes on you, baby. How badly do you want to be in my arms right now?”
Lance screams incoherently, his tuft of brown hair standing up in the back. He’s got to know it’s a fool’s mission to try to take down the Moretti brothers. Our organization is too strong, our reach too wide to be snuffed out by a rogue techie who’s clearly come undone. “She’s mine!”
We’ve got guns trained on Lance, but he pulls a knife and presses the blade to Melissa’s throat. I can’t see straight through my rage, which means I know I can’t take a shot, no matter how clear a path I might have.
Antonio swears through his frustration, unable to risk shooting at Lance without potentially hurting Melissa.
It’s Domani who doesn’t wait for the opportunity to shine down upon him. He starts his death march, which I’ve seen him do before. He takes a steady stream of steps forward, keeping his pace unwavering as he closes the gap, playing a game of chicken with Lance to see if he really will murder the object of his obsession in lieu of handing her over.
Domani stalks forward, gun raised, giving Antonio and me the gumption to run at the traitor, weapons aimed and testosterone high.
But it’s Melissa who makes the boldest move. She doesn’t wait for Domani to reach her, but stomps hard on Lance’s instep, shocking him just enough so she can free herself from his grip. She drops to the overgrown lawn, shrieking through her sobs as I squeeze the trigger.
Three guns go off at the same time, filling Lance with enough lead to keep him from terrorizing my family and my woman another second.
His body falls back, giving me the green light to race to Melissa. I holster my weapon and scoop her in my arms, promising my love that this will never happen ever again.
I don’t care if she believes me. I intend to spend the rest of my life making that true.
13
“When do I get to tie you up?” Melissa asks, narrowing her eye at me as she stares up from her supine position on the bed.
My bed.Ours.
I chuckle at what I sincerely hope is a joke. “No Moretti man would ever tolerate being tied up, so that’s a hard pass, doll.”
“No fair.”
I kneel back down between her legs and suction my mouth to her pussy, swirling my tongue around that little bundle of nerves that has taken far too much abuse for the past two hours. I press my thumbs to those swollen netherlips, adding a little pressure, enough to make her come again. She’s losing steam this time, only crying out with the most pitiful volume, instead of the screaming that cleared my brothers out of my wing of the mansion when we first got going.
“You want fair? You’re moved in with me, and we haven’t even had proper sex yet.”
She squints at me, panting through the last climax that still has her sensitive to the touch. “And whose fault is that? You have me tied up and you won’t… Giovanni, please!”
My woman loves being tied up, and I love seeing her all spread out for me. Arms to the headboard, feet separated and bound to the footboard so I can take my time. I’ve enjoyed every second of those knees spread wide for me.
But I’m about to blow, and I don’t want to waste this cum on the sheets. I know exactly where I want to spend my release, and that payoff is long overdue. I should have sunk my dick into her sweet heat the first time I laid eyes on her. I should have given Lance a real show on his shitty cameras.
Thank fuck that cocksucker is dead. Antonio, Domani and I still bicker about whose bullet came first, but it doesn’t really matter.
Except that mine did, and I know I’m right. I know it was me who protected my woman. I know I’m the one who set her free from her stalker.
And it’s going to be me who feels exactly how perfectly we fit together.
I untie her wrists and ankles because I want her hands on me while I make love to her. She is slick with sweat, and I love every bit of it. When I kiss her lips, she brings her arms around me, encasing me in a warmth I have gone my whole life without.
She moans when I line myself up at her entrance. Her hips rock against mine.
“Impatient, are we?” I tease her.
“Get inside of me, or I will shove a thumb in your ass.” She bites down on my lower lip, so I know I need to obey.
I kiss her once more, then hover over her, lining myself at her entrance.
Her heat is slick and welcoming, inviting me inside, because with her is where I belong. She grips my thick black hair with tremulous fingers, knowing that after this, there is no going back. I press my lips to hers as I slide between her tender folds.
