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“That feels good,” I cry out when he sucks the delicate flesh on my neck. “So good.”
His hands roam with skill in all the right places I like to be touched. Moving to my breasts he palms one roughly in his hands circling my puckered nipple through the thin material with two fingers before moving around my back to locate the zipper on my dress. Unzipping it slowly he stands back momentarily to watch the straps fall from my shoulders to expose my naked breasts to him, leaving me desperate and hungry for more.
“Fuck. Your Perfect,” he mutters tweaking and pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My head rolls back in a sweet mixture of both pain and pleasure. His hands find the backs of my thighs lifting me up before it’s replaced with coldness I feel on my bare back when he gently lays me down on the hood of his car. He kisses a path from each of my breasts, all the way down to my navel making me squirm. I quickly cover myself as the sound of people passing nearby pulls me out of my haze.
“We need to stop. We can’t do this here; someone might see us.” I say nervously.
“I spoke with the door man before we left. No one would fucking dare open those doors.”
“But someone could walk up from…”
“No one can see us. Keep your eyes on me and don’t look away. Watch what I do to you.”
Without hesitation he drops to his knees pulling my thong aside to slide two fingers inside me. I moan into the dead of night like a wounded animal. It’s not rough and fast like it was last time. Its slow and sensual making me close to coming already. So, so close. A sound I didn’t know I could make rips from my chest when he swipes his tongue across my clit before sucking lightly on the swollen bundle of nerve all the while his fingers pump in and out of me.
“You taste so fucking good. I could eat this pretty pink pussy morning, noon, and night,” he rasps.
The heat of his mouth on me mixed with the cool night air on my clit has my body begging for release. My back arches off the car when a third finger enters me. When his pace quickens I roll my hips faster and faster, feeling his tongue dipping in and out of me at a pace I can’t control.
“Oh god. I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to come.”
“Then come for me.”
Needing to hold on to something I lace my fingers through his thick hair fucking his mouth hard and fast. Seconds pass before the feeling of pure euphoria takes over my entire body and in the dead of the cloudy night sky I look up and see stars.
Chapter Thirty-nine
Caleb
Forty-fiveminutesearlier.
I look down at the sea of dancers from the blacked-out windows in the VIP section that’s closed off just for us. Its jam packed with the biggest crowd we’ve ever had in this club. The perfect cover allowing to Eric strike a deal with the Italians to distribute his cocaine. Cocaine they normally buy from Maloti.
Rage boils through my veins at the very thought of that name. It’s what fuelled me to do what I did on the night of Eric’s wedding when we put our plan into motion. I was indignant with rage after she left me high and dry on the dance floor, telling me she wanted nothing to do with me. I wanted to go after her. To punish her for walking away from me but I couldn’t. I did what needed to be done and left the house through the caves as planned, taking down two of Ian’s warehouses killing eleven men, six of them were mine alone. Each one had Ian’s face as I slit their throats. It’s nothing compared to the men Maloti has murdered. If the devil had a name, it would be his. I was seconds away from pulling out my gun and shooting him right between the eyes when I watched him hold her in his arms. I just couldn’t figure out why until I saw the necklace around her neck. My eyes almost bulged out of my skull when I saw her silver rose among thorns necklace that is given only to the chosen women of our world. I need to find out who gave it to her and why. Could it be Max? Is he part of an organsation? Is that why she’s so scared of him? Those are questions to answers I should have very soon after getting Colton to check her previous school for anyone listed with his name. My only hope right now is that no one else noticed that necklace, even though deep down I knew that the entire room of Mafioso probably did. It had to be the one-night where all the mafia families were gathered in one fucking room. It was just as well protection order was put in place. Weddings, family and funerals are the only time under our laws a white flag is raised. Peace is given for one night even if you are at war. To uninvite a family is a death sentence that won’t be forgiven.
I need to find out where the hell Jordin got that necklace from and fast, but all week we’ve been held up with Saint in Eric’s offices running things for him with Chains, Owl, and Jono constantly breathing down our fucking necks checking up on us whilst he’s been away living it up in the Caribbean with his new wife. Time to see what we were made of and if we could handle it apparently. The fucker knows we can. We shouldn’t need to prove it.
The room is filled with topless girls in tiny thongs. Some dance on poles whilst others are busy entertaining Erics guests as they sample coke off their fake tits.
“Its good boss,” Nico Falenti tells his boss Antonio Rossi, head of the Italian crime family on the south coast.
“Sampler?” Antonio Rossi says motioning to the tray of coke to a black-haired beauty on Eric’s lap as one of his men takes over a tray of neatly lined coke to her. She bends pulling her hair to one side then closes over one nostril to sniff up the line of the finely cut white power until it disappears up her nostril.
“It’s pure,” she says before her eyes roll back in her pretty head grinding her ass into Erics dick, “It’s really fucking good.”
Nico joins her pinching his nostril taking another quick sniff until another white line disappears.
“If you can deliver as much product as you say Garo, then we have a deal,” he affirms holding out his hand to Eric who in turn gives it a firm shake.
“I expect my first month’s shipment soon.”
“You’ll have your first shipment as agreed Rossi.”
A short dark-haired prick with a slight Italian accent clicks his fingers at me like I’m a fucking waiter. “Boy. Get me a drink.”
He looks to be around his early to mid-twenties. Either he’s got a death wish or the whore blowing him has sucked out his intelligence. Saint growls at him but I hold my own lifting up my shirt to show the prick the gun in my jeans tapping the cool metal with two fingers. To an outsider looking in, yeah sure, it’s not normal for a seventeen year old to have a gun tucked into his jeans in a night club ready to use at a moment’s notice, but for Saint and I it’s as normal as putting on your shoes in the morning.
I was twelve years old when I first held a gun. Thirteen when I first killed a man. The gun was heavier than I anticipated and made my ears ring afterwards. Hell I was so scared I near pissed my pants the first time I pulled the trigger, but Jason and Erics men trained us well. Soon I had my breathing under control and was hitting every target put in front of me. When the targets changed to grown men that Eric sentenced to death I never so much as flinched.
