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“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he promised. “I’m going to make this good for you. Do you trust me?” he asked. She did—with her life.
“I do,” she said.
“Good, then, lay back and just relax,” he ordered. She did as he requested and when he finally licked through her already wet folds, she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her parted lips. She was on edge and knew that it wouldn’t take long to fall over, not with Victor in charge of her overly sensitive body.
“That feels so good,” she panted. She shamelessly rode his mouth and when she couldn’t take it anymore; when her body felt like she was flying, she cried out his name, and let herself soar.
“Good girl,” Victor growled. He knelt over her body, wiping her release from his lips. God, he was sexy as hell, and she was sure that she’d never get enough of everything that he wanted to do to her.
He pulled his towel from his waist, his erection jutting free as he lined himself up with her slick folds. “This is going to hurt,” he warned. “I’m sorry.” He thrust into her body before she had time to think and when she cried out from the searing pain, Victor stilled inside of her.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“No,” she whimpered, “just give me a second.” Trish lay underneath him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She could feel his heart beating and she knew that he was holding back with her. Trish wiggled under his body, and he moaned.
“I think that I’m okay,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m sure,” she said, “I’m good.” That was all the permission Victor seemed to need. He pulled out of her body and pushed back in, setting a rhythm until she wasn’t sure where he started, and she ended. Trish had never felt like this before. She felt protected, wanted, and even loved, even if Victor hadn’t given her the words.
Trish cried out his name, finding her release and Victor quickly followed her over, collapsing against her. She loved being pressed into the mattress by his weight.
“Trish,” he breathed, rolling onto his side, pulling her with him. “Thank you for waiting for me,” he breathed.
“Thank you for finally noticing me,” she teased. “What now?” she asked.
“Well, I think that we should try that again,” he said.
“I agree,” she whispered.
“And I think that we should team up,” he said.
“Team up?” she questioned.
“Yeah—I think that the two of us make a damn good team. If we’re going to figure out what to do about our fathers, we should do it together,” he said. She liked the idea of the two of them working together and being partners—especially in bed.
“I’d like that,” she said. “Now, about trying again.” She rolled on top of him, and he palmed her ass. “Does now work for you?”
He squeezed her ass into his hands and smiled, “Now works for me,” he agreed.
Waiting for Victor Gluttony was a choice that she had made long ago—not because she knew that someday, he’d be hers, but because she wished for that outcome. Laying in bed with him now culminated all her dreams coming true, and there was no way that she’d give up on that dream now. Trish had finally found everything she was searching for wrapped up in one sexy mafia prince.
Victor
Aweek later, Victor got a call from Bowie that he and Carter wanted to meet again. They wanted to move forward with their plan, even if he felt as though it might be too soon. He promised to make the meeting but was left wondering what he should tell and not tell Trish. Victor was sure that she was going to protest him meeting Bowie and Carter. And he was one hundred percent positive that she wouldn’t be on board with him meeting with his father. But he had to do both. Bowie and Carter had come up with a pretty good plan to get the head of household seat from his father, and possibly save his old man’s life in the process. They just had a few more odds and ends to go over before he met with his father and boldly lied to his face.
“Hey,” he said to Trish when she came down to the kitchen for coffee. He was hoping that giving her part of the truth would be enough to earn him redemption after he got back to the safe house.
“Good morning,” she yawned. He handed her a mug from the cabinet, and she nodded her thanks. He was quickly learning that Trish wasn’t a morning person. In fact, watching her try to function every morning before coffee was downright comical.
“I know that you just woke up, but I have been fielding phone calls from the other families most of the morning. Bowie and Carter would like to meet with me, in person, so that we can go over their plan to get my father out of the Sloth Syndicate.”
“Do you still believe that ousting your father is the right way to go?” she asked. They had talked about the options, and he had even toyed with both of them running the syndicate. But he was pretty sure that his father wasn’t going to go for that.
“I’m not sure what I believe anymore. I just know that I can’t let my father stay in power when he’s coming after me. He has given the order to kill me, Trish. Hell, he’s put out a hit on both of us. He needs to be stopped.”
“The same argument could be made about my father,” she said.
