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Keep us informed but move fast. We’re missing a vital piece of the puzzle that could be the difference between success and failure. There’s too much at stake for failure to be an option.

Dom

With you, brother.

Matteo

Me too.

As I delete the thread, I stare out of the window and wish this shit was over already. More than anything, I want to lock Abi in a room and keep her safe. If anything happens to her because of my family I will never forgive myself and yet something is telling me this isn’t over by a long way and it will be up to me and my two brothers to figure it all out.

CHAPTER32

ABIGAIL

I’m exhausted and physically ache everywhere. When the car arrives at the underground car park, I am so happy to be home. It’s funny how I think of this as my home now. The thought of returning to Washington and my family fills me with fear because something lurks in the shadows there that isn’t in my best interests.

As soon as we step into the elevator, I lean against Matteo and say with concern. “Where is Stephanie?”

“With Cesare. He’ll make sure she’s ok before we deal with business.”

“I’m so happy they are together again.”

Matteo pulls me tighter against him and whispers huskily, “If he has even half the feelings I have for you, he must be ecstatic.”

I smile up at him and as the elevator stops and opens into his apartment, I shiver. “I need a long hot bath and to burn this fucking robe.”

Matteo’s eyes flash as I step out of it and leave it on the floor of the elevator and walk naked into his apartment. His low hiss makes me turn and his eyes flash with anger when he notes the bruises decorating my body, courtesy of Mario’s boot.

“That fucking bastard.” His voice is so low it slides over my soul like one of Satan’s demons and in this moment, I see the man I love in all his glory. Dark, dangerous and deadly, but with something Mario would never have, honor.

“Come with me.”

I hold out my hand, noting the gleam in his eyes as he reaches for my hand and as we head to his bedroom, I have only one thing on my mind.

We step into the huge bathroom, and I set about filling the tub and say suggestively, “Why are you still dressed?”

His delight is evident but is quickly replaced with concern and he says, “It’s too soon. You’ve been through a lot…”

I hold up my hand. “I need you, Matteo. Life is too short to wait for things you want the most if they are within your grasp. If anything, I’ve learned that lesson and what scared me the most through the whole ordeal was that I would never get this opportunity again.”

I step forward and take his hand, saying softly, “To love you.”

As the steam fills the bathroom, the heat from his gaze surrounds me in a warm glow, and I watch as he shrugs off his jacket and tosses his shirt to the ground. I salivate at the sight of that toned body, rippling with power as he holds my gaze with his lustful one and reaches for his belt. I shiver when he drops his pants and stands in naked splendor before me and tugs me close in one sudden sharp move and says firmly, “Then we take it slow. Just sweet, gentle loving, until you heal.”

He dips his mouth to my neck and sucks my needy flesh, and I swear my heart flutters. I never expected to be so turned on by a man like him. A man who wears danger like a badge and is unapologetic in life. I love the scuff from his jaw grazing against my delicate skin and his hard muscles flexing under my touch, the deep groans and hard rigid cock demonstrating how much I affect him.

I never thought in a million years that a man like Matteo Ortega would be my future and I am desperate to take advantage of every second I’m with him for the rest of my life.

I am so consumed with desire and an aching need to worship him and drop to my knees and guide his throbbing cock into my mouth.

“Abi, you don’t have to…” I squeeze his balls tightly and he groans. “Fuck me.”

It makes me smile as I lick and suck, coaxing his pleasure out to deal with my demons for me.

He holds my head and thrusts in hard, violently even, and I love every second of it. To anyone watching it would appear degrading, but to me it’s everything I want in life. Worshipping this man. My master.

He is rock-hard and can’t be far off and as he makes to pull out, I grip his ass hard and pull him in deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat causing him to roar, “Oh fuck!” as he shoots so hard down my throat I’m momentarily stunned. It keeps coming in glorious waves and fills me from the inside out before trickling down the side of my jaw as I desperately suck him dry.

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