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“He’s with the Bonannos,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. “He’s my cousin, Milo’s cousin. This is all so twisted.”
The realization that the family has been torn apart by the very world they live in adds another layer of complexity to an already convoluted situation. The innocence of children lost amid dark secrets and dangerous alliances is a haunting reminder of the high price paid for the choices made in this world.
“It gets worse,” Desmond says, his voice heavy with the weight of the secrets he’s revealing. “Jani helped the shooters escape that night they shot out the windows. We couldn’t find them because they were in her house.”
I close my eyes, trying to process the depth of her betrayal. Realizing how entangled she was in this network of deception is unsettling.
“We raided her home after the incident at the hangar,” he continues, his lips pressing another kiss to my knuckles. I open my eyes to look at him, seeing the turmoil in his gaze. “Everything was there on her computer, and the guns that were used were discarded in her basement. We found multiple burner phones, all leading to different mafia members. I don’t even know how deep this goes.”
The implications of Jani’s actions send shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but voice my fear. “We’re all in danger, aren’t we?”
“Let them come,” Desmond whispers, his voice determined. He leans in to kiss me gently. “I need you. I need to know you are okay and here with me, with us.”
I feel torn, caught in a whirlwind of uncertainty, unable to discern my desires or the right course of action, but with Desmond’s lips pressed passionately against mine and his love enveloping me, I discover a fragment of solace. “Okay,” I whisper, succumbing to the potent and intricate emotions that hold us in this perilous realm.
“Climb over to me,” he beckons, a wicked smile gracing his lips as his hands tangle in my hair.
“Um…” I hesitate, casting a wary glance around us, fully aware that we’re seated in the driveway, where anyone could happen upon us. “Right here?”
“It’s only fitting,” he murmurs, tugging my hair gently. “Don’t you think? Back in the car where I first made you come, and then, I want you in every room of our wing.” His voice borders on a purr. “Now, climb over and settle in my lap.”
For a brief moment, I wrestle with the potential repercussions, acutely aware of the risks. However, I’m powerless to resist his authoritative allure. With a steadying breath, I throw my leg over the center console and slide onto his lap.
He pulls me closer, his lips trailing sensually along my collarbone. I let out a shuddering breath as his teeth graze my skin, sending intoxicating waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“You’re mine,” he rumbles possessively. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I murmur, lost in his touch.
He chuckles, his fingers gripping my hips firmly. “Good girl.”
He kisses me fervently, his tongue asserting its dominance over mine. I moan softly into his mouth, completely engulfed in our fiery connection. We’re ensnared in the whirlwind of our passion and longing, the outside world fading into insignificance.
Breaking away from the kiss, he pulls back slightly, desire smoldering in his eyes. “I want you naked in my lap, Charlotte.”
His fingers gently graze along the hem of the borrowed scrubs, burning with need as his palms press against my sides, spanning the length of my waist. He moves with careful grace, avoiding my stitches. He removes my top with one swift, deliberate movement, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him.
His eyes fixate on the stitches, and he traces the bandage with a tender finger. “You will never bleed for another again, Charlotte,” he declares, conviction laced in his words, promising to shield me from harm, and in this moment, I believe him.
I lean in to kiss him, pouring every emotion into that single kiss. It’s astonishing to think that the stalker from my past, the one who haunted my days, would end up meaning so much to me.
He grips my face, deepening the kiss, the hunger for intimacy evident in his every touch. Aching to feel him more intimately, I break away just enough to remove his shirt.
My hand glides over the ripples of his chest, reveling in the contours and ridges. His skin feels warm and firm, the hard-earned muscles narrating stories of toil and sweat from his past.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs against my lips, reaching to the left. I sense the cold touch of metal against my skin, and a fleeting moment of fear sends shivers up and down my spine, but this is Desmond, not my father or Jani.
I trust him.
As I sigh into his mouth, he skillfully cuts through my pants so he can remove them from my body. The knife clatters to the floorboard, and his hands find their way back into my hair, pulling my head toward him for another intense kiss.
Pulling back again, he demands, “Give me your tongue.”
I comprehend his desire, his craving for my submission. Unlike in the past, I willingly surrender to him, my arousal spiking as he sucks on my tongue, pulling it into the warm embrace of his mouth. His hands firmly grip my hips, rolling me forward, the friction against his hidden arousal nearly pushing me to the edge of ecstasy.
Keeping my tongue captive, he continues to suck on it, his intense gaze locked on mine. My body is a raging inferno, every inch of my skin tingling from his touch. “Do you want me, Charlotte?” he whispers with a promise in his voice. “Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I plead, my voice betraying my longing. I want him desperately, right here. I crave him like a drug now that I’ve tasted Desmond.
