Sinful Kisses by Emily Bowie
CHAPTER 17
Her fucking perfect, moaning purrs have me losing sight of my goal. The way she wiggles under me has her looking gorgeous. I want to memorize every curve of her body. Then she moans fucking Alfonso’s name. My breath hitches, and it’s like a kick to the nuts. I’m competing against a ghost she doesn’t even remember. To even consider her mind going to someone other than me when I’m touching her is infuriating.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You’re scaring me,” she whispers.
The strong beat of her pulse has my hand flying off her neck.
I have to look away from her, my anger boiling hotter inside me. I’m surrounded by dirt and shit. My lips twist into a grimace, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I should be out earning, working in some business front. The only reason I hadn’t done more was because Jonny, my brother, was too high up in the organization. It’s too risky to have brothers working in a dangerous undertaking. My responsibility was to the family if anything ever happened. Now, look at me. I’ve been pushed down. It’s insulting and humiliating. Everyone who helped put me here, I will pay them back.
I take a step back, opening my eyes. Her gray eyes are wide and look confused. My balls pulse with pain, but it’s overshadowed by the slam of the gut punch her words created. I pull myself away, heading toward the house, the distance helping to slow my heartbeat as I try to get my rage under control.
I pick up my phone that’s charging and send off a text message about tonight’s secret meeting. I can’t wait to see Coy and his father’s face when they realize I will be taking back my rightful place in the family. Yet, if they keep killing at the rate they’re going, there will be no family to come back to.
I vow to make our family great once again. It will be stronger than ever, making it a dynasty that can’t be broken down.
In the middleof a construction site, I meet with a few guys who are still very loyal to me. Skimming off their earnings, each one hands me a package of money. Money that is owed to me, not Coy.
“I have a job for us. The Russians have a truck coming in full of TVs and electronics. We’re going to highjack it. It will be an easy in-and-out job. They think the Rossis are allowing them passage through their territory.”
“Who’s keeping watch on the run?”
“The Rossis know nothing about it. It will be us.”
“But the Russians will think it was them who double-crossed them.”
I get an approving grin all around.
The run goes smoothly. We’re holding the goods in a garage until the heat dies down. I’m back at the construction site, and it’s still dark. My car is the only one parked in the area.
“Where the fuck is Gia?” I’m taken by surprise and sucker-punched in my gut. There’s an attempt to push me to the ground, but I’m ready and try to kick their legs out. Two guns push into me. Luca Rossi and Kane Caruso both seethe hatred against me.
“How the hell should I know where your sister is?”
“We have word she was seen with you last.”
“I’m pretty sure she would rather do anything but chase after my dick.”
Luca punches me in the mouth. My head snaps back, the sting intensifying as a metallic taste coats my teeth.
“Where the hell have you been?” Kane asks. I’m tempted to make a “your mama joke,” but I don’t want to have to heal from more injuries. I smile, showing off the blood in my mouth. I hate Coy, but his idea of the pig farm was amazing. Not even the best security person with the Rossis can find me.
“Listen, boys, happy to see you, but I gotta run.”
Luca pushes me back. “We’re watching you. If we find out you have anything to do with Gia, I will destroy you one body part at a time.”
I stand on the sidewalk, watching them get back into their car.
When I arrive back home, all the lights are out. Out of habit, I go check on Gia. My brother’s snores invade the hallway as I get closer. With a light touch, I move Gia’s door open a crack. Her eyes are closed, and a small whimper leaves her pouty lips. Her legs are spread out with her hand down her shorts.
My dick instantly stirs, going from soft to hard as steel within a second. She looks sexy as hell right now. I take a step closer, being as quiet as I can. She has this magnetic pull that makes my feet keep moving.
“You thinking about him or me?” My voice is hoarse from watching her play with herself. My mouth salivates, wanting to be the one who’s touching her.
A small gasp leaves her, and she rips her hand from her shorts.
“Don’t stop because of me.” Another step and I’m about a foot from the bed. The same bed I want to fuck her in. The same bed I plan to sleep in from now on.
She sits up.
“Move your shorts over so I can see that sweet pussy.” I watch her, waiting to see if she will kick me out or submit to me. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you touch yourself.”
Indecision weighs in her eyes. When I think she’s going to ignore my demand, she moves her shorts to the side, revealing her glistening folds. My cock jumps again at the sight of her.
“Take off your shirt.” My voice is unrecognizable to me. It’s deep and raspy as I try to stay in control.
Once again, she does as she’s told. “Let me watch you.”
Her fingers slowly move down her body. She moves her shorts more, giving me a better angle, and her fingers glide through her slickness.
Undoing my pants, I free my cock. Her eyes widen as she stares at it. I give her time to say something, but her tongue dips out, moistening her lips.
My eyes are on her face as I stroke myself twice. Her gray irises are large, giving off an innocent vibe, all while her actions say the opposite.
Her fingers mirror my rhythm. Each time I stroke myself, her fingers stroke her clit.
I can’t decide where to watch her. The way she strokes herself fast, then slows down, teasing herself. Or how her eyes won’t leave me and widen each time I tug harder on my cock. She’s watching all of me. This feels more intimate than any fuck I’ve had. I want to reach out and touch her but am afraid it will sever our connection.
“I’m thinking about you, Romeo,” she pants.
“You thinking about taking my cock in your mouth?” I am. The thought has my balls pulling up and my back tingling.
I step closer to the bed. Her fingers are frantically rubbing at her clit while her other hand is touching her tits.
While stroking my dick, my other hand goes to touch her breast. Her hand slips away, allowing me to tweak her nipple. She’s so soft. The urge to give her hickeys all over her body has me stroking harder.
Her mouth opens, and my name purrs out of it as she comes. When she removes her hand, I grasp it, pulling it into my mouth. The need to know what she tastes like has me stopping from jerking myself off, even when I’m close. She’s sweeter than I thought she would be. I close my eyes, enjoying her fingers in my mouth when I feel her tongue slide over my crown.
Her fingers fall from my mouth as she takes me in. Fucking hell, she’s amazing. Her tongue circles around my shaft, and before I know it, I’m grabbing hold of her hair, thrusting into her mouth, and calling out her name as I come down her throat. It’s so intense I can’t stop my orgasm from washing through me.
She sucks every last drop out of me with a smile on her face.
“Move over,” I grunt. My legs feel shaky, and I can’t believe she just gave me a blowjob.
I take off my pants and shirt completely before I slide in next to her.
“We’re sharing a bed from now on,” I announce, closing my eyes to go to sleep. My heart is pounding, and all I can think about is Gia next to me. There’s no way I can fall asleep now, even if I wanted to. I don’t open my eyes until her movements have stopped and her breathing has slowed. Only then do I turn to my side and take her in.
She’s sleeping peacefully on her stomach, her little shorts allowing the bottom of her ass cheeks to be seen. I place an arm around her and pause. She doesn’t move. Leaning back down to the bed, I keep an arm on her, holding her the best way I can.