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“Don’t.”
He sighs and slumps back in his seat, running a hand down his face.
I knew what the reality was when we went on the run. That doesn’t mean that I’m thrilled about going to jail.
What hurts the most is that Tyson isn’t saying anything that makes me think he is willing to fight for us.
24
TYSON
Aria still isn’t talking to me when we wake up the next morning. She moves around the hotel room like she’s on autopilot, pouring herself a glass of water before sitting at the window and watching the parking lot. She sips at her water and absentmindedly runs a hand over her stomach. Sometimes, I swear I see her mouth move like she’s talking to herself but I can’t hear her say anything.
“I wish you would just talk to me instead of sulking in the corner like a child,” I say, as she gets up and sits on the bed.
Aria nestles herself deeper into the pillows, leaning against the headboard, as she shrugs. “I’m not sulking. I just don’t have anything else to say to you right now.”
“I don’t know what you want from me, Aria. I won’t make promises that I can’t keep.”
“I’m not asking you to make any promises.” She sets her glass of water on the nightstand.
“I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe, but I don’t know what that’s going to look like. The FBI might demand that you serve a sentence.”
She gives me a sad smile. “I can’t promise you that I’m going to do that. I have ways of disappearing, Tyson. There are friends I have that won’t hesitate to be owed a favor by a Russo. If I want to disappear before I ever get to jail, it will happen.”
“You think that telling me you’re a flight risk is going to do you any favors?” My tone is sharp as I stare at her and shake my head. I can’t believe that she’s suggesting that she might take off.
“Go ahead and tell your boss!” She scowls as she looks me over and shakes her head. “I thought I had a good sense of who you are, but I’m starting to think that I might have been mistaken.”
“You do know who I am. I’m just trying to tell you how I see it. You and I are looking at a lot of shit coming at us from all angles soon. We need to be prepared for the worst.”
“Don’t you think that if you turn yourself in to the FBI, tell them everything, and then give them the information on my father, that they will let you go?”
I shrug. Frustration rolls through me in waves. “I know that I’m not going to be let go. They’re going to keep an eye on me for the rest of my life, even if they don’t charge me. They’re going to keep looking for information on you as well.”
“See? You know that, just like I do. Why wouldn’t I disappear given the knowledge that the rest of my life is always going to be spent looking over my shoulder? If the FBI doesn’t come after me, my father will.”
“Why the fuck are you always running away like a scared little child?”
She glares at me. “Not all of us can run in and save the fucking day all the time. I don’t have a hero complex like you do. Maybe I have more sense to try and keep myself alive. You want to spend life looking over your shoulder and waiting to die or go to jail? Be my fucking guest.”
One second the room is still and the next my mouth is on hers. The thought of her disappearing and never seeing her again makes something snap inside of me. The need to claim her, show her she is mine is overwhelming. Our kiss is deep, our tongues tangling and my hands roaming her body as we shift down the bed. She’s on her back and I hover above her, kneeling to pull my shirt off.
Her eyes trail down my body and her tongue darts out to lick her lower lip. I groan as she sits up enough to pull her own shirt off before wriggling her pants down her body. She strips out of her underwear as I watch the way her hands roam her body. As she undresses, she teases herself, rolling her nipples between her fingers and arching her back from the bed.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aria,” I say, my gaze roaming up and down her body as she bares herself to me. I want to tell her she is fucking mine, want to make her admit it. But I know I can’t. Things are too fucked up at the moment. But I can show her. Make want to stay.
I strip out of the rest of my clothing before bracing myself above her. She weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling my face down to hers. I groan as she nips at my bottom lip while her legs hook around my waist.
My hardened cock is pressing against her soaked entrance. Even though I want to bury myself to the hilt and have her screaming my name as she comes, I want to take my time and enjoy her body too.
Aria writhes beneath me as I kiss my way to her breasts. Her back arches higher off the bed as I pull one nipple into my mouth, rolling the other until she is moaning. I switch sides, repeating the process until her hips are bucking against me.
I continue moving down her body until her legs are draped over my shoulders and my tongue is circling her clit. She pulls at my hair, rocking her hips as I push two fingers inside her. Aria’s inner walls clench around me as I suck hard on her clit.
Her wetness soaks my fingers, her orgasm coming easily. I continue to thrust in and out of her as she rides out the shudders.
Once her legs stop quaking, I make my way back up her body, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. She rolls her hips as my cock brushes against her entrance. I chuckle and line myself up, pressing into her slowly.
