Sinister

by Sherell Cummings

  “Now why would I do that?” I folded my arms over my chest.

  “Because I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” he said eyes getting dark as they zoned in on me. The nerve of this man.

  “If that is you leaving, then you’re right. You are the only one who can give me that.”

  He snorted a laugh. “Please, if that is what you truly wanted, you would have gotten rid of me on the plane ride here. So admit it. You want my cazzo again.”

  Now I was snorting a laugh. “Please, I have all the cazzo I need with Nicolae. You were two fingers away from being enjoyable.”

  He took a step forward, then another and another until he was right in front of me. I gazed up at his smouldering eyes. “Cazzate. You can lie to yourself all you want but I know how good it felt to have me buried deep inside that pussy. You were wet for me. Begging me to pump you dry and spill my seed all over your insides,” he whispered. “I bet if I stick my hand up your skirt you’d be drenched.” Shit he was so right, I was clenching my legs together to stop myself from jumping into his arms and begging him to take me.

  But instead I shoved him away before turning to catch my breath. “You are impossible,” I mumbled.

  He laughed heartily. “Now who’s the liar.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “I’d rather fuck you.” I turned glaring at him. Arguing with him was only making me more aware of how fucking irritatingly hot he was. The man didn’t seem to care that my pretend boyfriend and his boss could walk in here at any minute and completely jeopardize my whole case and kill us both. To be fair he didn’t know about the pretend boyfriend, or the case.

  With my arms crossed I sighed. “What are you doing here?”

  “Here as in—”

  “In this house here, as my bodyguard here. What happened to the other guy?” The other guy, Marcus, was bearable. He watched me while keeping his distance and his fucking mouth shut, and I was okay with that. Sure, he wasn’t as good looking as Andrea and maybe he was touching the sixty-year mark, but he understood the grounds. He had worked for Nicolae for years and now he was suddenly gone.

  Andrea took a seat in one of the armless chairs placing his leg over his knee while gazing at me casually. The man screamed sex appeal and he didn’t even have to lift a thumb. “I don’t know what happened to the other guy. I was told your man needed a new security team and I was attached to the team he hired.”

  “So there’s more of you?”

  “A few more additions to his already impressive team of soldiers. The others arrived before we did and are now scattered where needed.” Hmm this wasn’t right. Why the sudden need for more security when he already had so many? Was he preparing for an attack or waging his own war? “Come here.”

  I cut my gaze away from my thoughts hitting him with a, ‘what?’ kind of stare. “You have a control complex?”

  He smirked moving his foot down and spreading his legs wide. “And you have a need to be controlled. Now come here,” he demanded face going serious. I swallowed and wanted to resist but somehow started moving toward him. What was happening to me? Had this man completely made me stupid? When I stopped in between his legs, he pushed forward until his palm rested on my naked ankle. “We will do this,” he whispered, his accent thick and alluring as his hand started moving up my leg and under my skirt. My eyes didn’t leave his even as he dared me to look away. “Because there’s no way in hell I’m staying here with you right under my nose and I can’t touch you.” His hand moved further, my breath hitched when he reached the edge of my panties. “You want this. You want me.” I knew he felt the wetness when his finger moved the thin material aside.

  “So what if I do?” I moaned, bucking to the feel of his fingers as they moved slowly in and out before swiftly moving away completely, causing me to gasp.

  He leaned back in the chair and the former smirk returned. “Then take what you want, bello.” I pounced, skirt riding up my legs as I straddled his lap and my mouth found his. My mind was saying one thing but for the life of me I couldn’t hear a damn thing. This man was destroying my ability to resist as every part of me became his.

  Our mouths barely took a breath as we tried to swallow everything the other was giving. A hard kiss sent my body into a fevered craze with my tongue buried deep in his mouth while it tangled with his. I felt his hands against my shirt near my stomach right before his fingers gripped the fabric and tore it open sending buttons dancing across the room. I pried my mouth from him and gaped down at my now ruined shirt and exposed breast. “This is a seven-hundred-dollar shirt.”

  He grabbed my breasts and started needing them, leaning in, and kissing down my neck. “Importa davvero?” he mumbled, knowing I had no idea what he said.

  “Stop that,” I said shoving his chest.

  He grinned. “Smettere cosa?” he said playfully, slipping the torn shirt from my shoulders and kissing the mounds of my breasts.

  My breath hitched as I pressed forward giving him better access when he moved the cups of my bra down and his teeth latched onto my left nipple. I loved his accent and loved nothing more than him using it during sex, but I hated not understanding what he was saying. “Ti piace quello,” he whispered against my skin. “What do you want, Justine?”

  I moaned not caring about anything but feeding this need between my legs. I ached for his touch, longed for it and I wasn’t going to deny myself any longer. “Tell me how to respond— in Italian.”

  He hummed moving his hand down between our bodies and quickly started unbuckling and working his hard cock from the confines of his pants. “Say, scopami adesso.”

  As he worked his cock free, I rose onto my knees allowing him to position his head right at my entrance. Looking him eagerly in the eyes with my breathing ragged and heavy as his smouldering gaze pushed every shred of doubt out of my body I whispered his words, “Scopami adesso, Andrea,” in a sultry tone as if I was born and raised in Italy. No sooner had the words left my lips his hips moved up and I pushed down, impaling myself on the steel rod that was his cock.

  Every inch of him was buried so deep I could almost feel him in my stomach. He moaned low and slow with his eyes closed as I held my breath pushing down harder, causing us both to groan out before I started rocking back and forth. The feeling was euphoric; the pressure building between us quickly, but it wasn’t just that. The chemistry between us was something unreal. I knew it the moment we met, that this was going to be bad.

  I had spent my whole career building myself up to be this badass FBI agent that love and relationships had to take a back track. It was why I took this mission in the first place because I knew how to control my head and my heart. I also thought I knew how to control my body, but that was a lie since I met Andrea.

  The man was like a force. A selfish, in your face, don’t give a shit force and it was a turn on for someone like me who hated it. I was usually in control, and in the bedroom when men like Nicolae would try to take control, I was usually turned off. It was why I hadn’t had a decent orgasm in months, but with Andrea, I wanted him to talk all the time, to tell me what to do, to use my body anyway he saw fit, because I benefited immensely from it.

  His cock throbbed deep within my walls as I rocked and he buried his face in my neck, moving along my jaw and chest with his hands kneading my ass. “I can feel you, baby—gripping me tight. You can’t deny this.”

  My head shook before it fell back with my eyes slamming shut. My breathing got deeper and deeper when waves of ecstasy took me closer to the edge. “No,” I moaned riding faster and deeper.

  “You need this,” he gasped gripping me tighter and moving his hips right along with mine.

  “Yes.”

  “Then take it, baby, take it all.” And I did. I screamed coming so hard I was sure the entire house heard me. My body trembled as my walls gripped his cock so tight I felt it the moment his hot cum started coating my insides. A rumble emerged deep from within his chest and his body tensed undernea
th mine. Our breaths moved hard and rough as he cursed in Italian before his head fell forward against my heaving chest.

  His thick dark hair tickled my chest as slowly I came down, lifting my hand to stroke the strands on the back of his neck. “God, you are a bad influence on me.”

  He chuckled lifting his head and piercing me with his handsome face. “I actually think I’m the best influence you’ve ever had. You definitely are the best on me.” He moved a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Stop trying to be cute.”

  “Who me? Definitely not.”

  “Seriously, we can’t keep doing this.” I lowered my voice looking out at the door. “At, least not here.”

  “But you want to keep doing it.”

  I sighed watching his fingers run circles down my arm. “Yes.”

  “Then dump him.”

  If only it was that easy. “I can’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can’t, because he’ll kill me. Nicolae is not an easy man to leave, and he’s definitely not an easy man to fuck around on. He will have us both killed if he finds out.”

  “I know all about your boyfriend, sweetheart.” He kissed my neck tenderly moving his lips down to my breast. My breath hitched as the tiredness that usually overtook me after an intense orgasm faded into intense lust at the feel of his hands and lips. “And don’t worry. If you’re too afraid to run away with me so we can fuck under the sunset, then I’m fine with living in peccato.” He smirked lifting his head.

  My head tilted eyeing him wearily. “Why do you always switch from speaking English to Italian in the same sentence? You do know I don’t understand Italian, right?”

  He grinned. “I know, but what I also know is you get turned on whenever I do.”

  “How can you tell?”

  “I have may ways of noticing things about you.” His hands caressed my cheek, thumb stroking my bottom lip. “Like the way your eyes dilate whenever I call you, bellissimo— Or how your cheeks flush red whenever I tell you how much you want my cazzo buried deep inside you.” My cheeks must have flushed because he ran his fingers over them and smirked triumphantly. “You like me, Justine, admit it.”

  I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off his lap and standing on shaky legs. Sure, the sex was out of this world and we had an undeniable connection, but I wasn’t about to do this. I was not getting myself into a relationship with him. I was already in a pretend one with Nicolae. I righted my bra and pushed my skirt down before bending to reach for my shirt, which he had discarded on the floor. He grabbed my arm before I could touch it, pulling me up to stand into his chest with a hard expressing on his face. “Stop it.”

  “Stop what?” I scowled.

  “Stop pretending. I don’t care what you have with him, but when you’re with me I need the truth. I can tell you’re this badass, want to be in control all the time kind of woman, but you don’t always have to be.” His hand claimed the back of my neck bringing my face up to look at his. “You have feelings for me, say so. Just like I can say I like you, and I desperately want to fuck this beautiful mouth. You can say you like me.” He released me.

  I threw my head back and laughed. “Oh, how you ruin a good speech.”

  “Yeah. At least I know how to make you laugh.” Shit he was right about that. The man had a way of making a bad thing seem right. I think that was what I liked most about him. “Now, do you not love my magnificent cock, and what it just did to you?”

  I shoved him. “Well now you’ve just gone too far.”

  “If you’ll just admit it, I’ll stop. Orrr—”

  “Fine— I like you, okay. Now let me go before we get caught.”

  “We're not going to get caught, he won’t be back until later. Perks of the job, baby.” He kissed my lips before releasing me. “But I do have to go.”

  “Go where?” I asked frowning as I stepped back and watched as he buckled his belt and righted his clothes.

  “Business. I do have a job to do, and don’t you have a party to plan?”

  I forgot about that. On the plane Nicolae told me he wanted to throw a dinner party for Nathaniel and Nathan on Friday. I had no idea why, and had a very bad feeling about it, and because I couldn’t reach Nathaniel, I couldn’t warn him. Nathan was gone too and last I heard he was in Prague . “Right.” I grabbed my shirt with no buttons and put it on, holding it together with my hand before he grabbed me into a kiss.

  I moaned into his mouth before he let me go in a daze. “Bye bye, beautiful Justine,” he said against my lips. “I’ll find you later.”

  “Hmm.”

  He chuckled before letting go and waking out of the room.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Andrea

  My phone rang the minute I walked away from Justine. Fishing it from my pocket I looked down at my brother Armando’s name across the screen. I smirked taking the stairs down to the ground floor as I answered in English. “Brother.”

  “You fuck her yet?” he said in Italian with amusement in his tone.

  I chuckled and shook my head. “What’s it to you? Not like you’re going to get a chance.”

  He laughed. “Didn’t take you long huh? They can never resist the charms of us Donatellas. But why won’t you share? We’ve tag-teamed before.” My twin brother and I were the closest out of all my brothers, just like Leonardo and Costas were always together and Gabrielle was a loner. We tend to dabble in all sorts of things, and a few times we'd even shared a woman or two. It was fun watching them try to figure out which of us was which, but more often than not they always got it wrong. We were identical, but I had a mole near my left ear, were as he didn’t.

  At the idea of sharing Justine not just with him, but with anyone, even that fucker Nicolae left a feeling I wasn’t too familiar with and one I could care less about. I couldn’t help but look at her and have this constant itch to get my hands on every curve of her body, or want to bury my dick deep inside. She wasn’t like the women I’d dated and maybe it was because she was FBI and had that whole control thing going for her, but whatever it was it had me like a dog in heat. I felt like a fucking teenager again, with my dick hard twenty-four/seven.

  Since meeting her and spending all that time in New York in my bed, she felt special to me, and was quickly becoming more than a job. “Not with this one, she’s mine.”

  He chuckled again. “Hmm sounds interesting, now I am curious.”

  “You called for a reason?” I said as I walked into the empty kitchen and grabbed a water from the fridge before leaning against the counter.

  “Checking up. Gabrielle and I have to stay behind to help father and uncle with some business. Costas and Leo have gone to Brazil—”

  “That where the shipment coming in?”

  “Sì, in two days.”

  “They have a plan?”

  “One that probably involves a lot of gunfire and bloodshed.” Fuck, that was the part of the job that actually sucked. The part where you might get a bullet hole somewhere in your body that will most definitely hurt you and quite possible kill you. My brothers and I were born into this world and raised like warriors to inflict the same pain and suffering we would receive if caught by an enemy.

  I had seen enough of it. I had to watch my father lose his tongue and almost die from being tortured right before I had to suffer through it myself. “You going to be okay where you are?” I knew he still worried about me. After being taken by the Romero family and coming out of it torn to shreds, I’d been swallowed by the darkness.

  I’d spent most days numbing myself with liquor and drugs, fucking any woman with parted legs and a set of tits, and not caring if I lived or died. I’d rejected my family, hurt my brother in more ways than one, and went off the grid because I couldn’t handle the pain. It was why I took this job, and why none of them fought me on it. “I’m fine, unless I fucking die of a heart attack.”

  He laughed. “You can only be so lucky.”

  “Right now, I’m the lu
ckiest where I’m standing.” I smirked as memories of Justine’s mouth on my cock swirled around in my head. Fuck I was getting hard again and I had to go meet with the guys. “Tell Dad I’m good until I’m not and when I’m not, he’ll know.”

  “Look,” he said sounding serious. “Just don’t get caught fucking the mark's girl, okay. I don’t want to have to deal with it when either you or her gets killed.”

  “Why her?”

  “Because you like her more than you're letting on and if she gets hurt, you get hurt, and I can’t see you like that again. I won’t do it, Andrea.”

  I huffed in frustration and cracked my neck before placing my hand on the counter, staring off at the space between the doorway. “I know—I’ll be careful this time.”

  “You better.” He hung up and I placed the phone back in my pocket and downed the entire bottle of water in one go. Discarding the empty bottle in the trash I walked into the entryway and out the front door.

  The twenty men that were now a part of my security team were the trusted few of father's and uncles' hands. In order to keep an eye on Justine and infiltrate this house, we had to resort to certain measures in order to seem innocent. Nicolae wouldn’t simply allow a strange man to walk into his home without a reason, and what a better reason than needing protection.

  Before Nathaniel left us in Italy, he provided us the information on the men that surrounding his father and luckily, he knew the weakest link. There was always one who wasn’t happy with the way things were or needed more money than he was making, and this man wasn’t particularly fond of Nicolae. He practically hated his guts and wanted to slit his throat in his sleep. For an easy forty-five grand he was happy to provide Nathaniel with the information of when and where his father would be. We took out ten of his men before the plane took off for New York and by the time it landed we had taken out ten more, each with bullets to the head.

  I knew Nicolae was sizzling in his skin with anger wondering who had a hit out on him, but Rubio was ghost. A trained sniper with the agility of cat, they never would have seen him coming even if he was standing right in front of them. With so many of his men down so fast, he needed replacements and who better to give that recommendation than one of his trusted men.