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I toyed with the idea. I wanted to feel her spasm around me as she came. Everything that had built up over the last few days. How bad her body needed the release. “Play with yourself, Giovanna. Make yourself come on my dick.”
I stopped my hungry thrusts, leaving myself pushed as far as I could go inside her. My hands gripped her ass as she reached a hand down to rub herself. I wasn’t going to make her come, no, but I wanted the benefits of her orgasm. “Good girl,” I whispered as she rubbed her clit. Her moans grew, becoming ragged as her breathing became heavier. “I want to feel you come around me.”
“Please let me come,” she begged, as if anticipating me stopping her. I wanted to, but I also wanted to feel her spasming around me. That need won out over wanting to edge the fuck out of her once more. I needed to feel how she tensed and tightened as she came. I wanted to ride out her spasms as I chased my own orgasm. I needed her to come so she’d stop acting up, testing me, and pushing every goddamn button I had. If I had to put her on my dick to get her off it, it was a sacrifice I had to make.
She came, hard. An earth-shattering orgasm that I felt through every fiber of my body. Her spasms tugged at me, and I met them with driven thrusts until I unleashed my pleasure inside her.
How the hell did she feel so right when we were so goddamn wrong?
ChapterSeventeen
Gia
Heat shimmer rose from the pavement as I waited in the car for Enzo. I had the windows down and my feet up on the dashboard. A door slammed and I turned to glance at the old factory Enzo had entered about a half hour before. I tugged the front of my shirt away from my sticky, sweat-slicked skin. When I saw his face, he looked annoyed, lips drawn tight. His hand wiped down his face.
I got out of the car, the cigarette dangling at my side. “You okay?” I asked.
He grabbed my cigarette and took a long drag. “Silvio just handled things...differently than I would have. He ran the business by bullying others. And no one trusts me.”
“It’ll come,” I said as I tried to give him a comforting smile. I knew how hard it was to gain respect, let alone trust. We were mistrustful for a reason. It’s how we kept out of prison. It’s how we rose to the top. Trust got you caught or killed.
Enzo brought the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled. His cheeks hollowed as he exhaled the smoke. “It’s hot as balls out here.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. You weren’t the one waiting in the damn car,” I said with a plastic smile.
“It was supposed to be quicker than that.”
Enzo scanned the building. I followed his eyes and saw only a cracked window with a tattered piece of fabric swinging from it. His gaze lowered, checking every blemish on the building. The windows were mostly painted black or covered with plywood. I was surprised they even used it for business. It looked like it was about to fall down on itself.
“Something feels off,” Enzo said as his posture stiffened. “The more I look at this place...I just don’t think this is somewhere Silvio would have done business.”
“Who set it up?”
“A bookie got in touch with my brother. Said he had been doing business with Silvio for years. I didn’t see nothing in the office, but I couldn’t find much in his mountain of paperwork.”
“Did you recognize him?”
“Nah, but sports betting wasn’t really my thing. Silvio loved the ponies, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on our books, but it doesn’t make sense.”
Enzo’s eyes kept rising and falling over that broken window where the tattered brown fabric played in the soft breeze. He squinted against the sun, and I tried to see what he was seeing. Enzo’s eyes widened. He leaped in front of me, using his body to shield mine.
“Get in the car, Gia!” He shielded my movements as I got the door open. A suppressed gunshot fired, still loud as hell. It pinged against the pavement beside Enzo’s feet. Another shot rang out as he slid across the front of the car and got into the driver’s seat. A final shot came through the car panel just in front of my legs. I tucked my head, but bullets slice through cars as if they’re made of butter. You learned that pretty fucking quick in this life.
My heart beat so hard against the wall of my chest that I thought it might explode. It roared in my ears as I kept my head low, with my hands around the back of my neck. Enzo released every curse word he could muster as he hit the gas and we got the hell out of there. Smoke rose from the front of the car where a bullet hole had pierced the hood. Sun shone through a hole in the side panel beside me. As much as I’d been shot at, it never stopped humbling the fuck out of me. It had a way of putting things into perspective.
His eyes were wide as he reached out for me. He swerved into a parking lot, and I lifted my head. “Are you hit?” he asked, prodding at me to move my legs. “I think it was a .50 cal. Pretty fucking excessive.” His lips curled. “This is real fucking bad, Gia.”
I tried to force the rise of my chest into a more natural speed. It had been a while since I was shot at like that. “Do you think that’s who shot Atheist?”
“The ones who shot Atheist were amateurs. This was not.”
“O’Rileys?” I asked.
“Possibly. I expected more of a warning if they were coming, though.”
“Maybe that was the warning?”
“It could be them. It could be any one of the people who slapped a target on your back,” he snarled.
