Breathless & Bloodstained (The Chicago War #4)

by Bethany-Kris

  Abriella’s laughter was light and airy. “How did you manage to find someone who could do that?”

  “I know some people,” he said vaguely. “And I had two weeks to get the details figured out.”

  “You’ve been planning to come see me?”

  Tommas put two fingers under Abriella’s chin and tilted her head up. Her blue gaze shined with her emotions. As much as it was something he adored about her, it was also one of her flaws. All a person had to do was look into Abriella’s eyes and they would see her truths.

  “I’ve thought about coming to see you every day since you left my place, Ella.”

  Abriella bit her bottom lip. “Yeah?”

  “Why wouldn’t I, babe?”

  “I don’t know, I just … It’s not important. You know Joel’s enforcer is probably outside the class, right? He usually stays down the hall by the soda machines.”

  “Which one?” Tommas asked.

  “Darryl.”

  “Don’t worry about him.”

  Abriella frowned. “So you’re only here for a little while and then you have to leave?”

  Tommas sighed, nodding. “Yeah. Just for the period. Something came up that I have to handle. I’m working on stuff, though. Know that.”

  “Working on what, Tommy?”

  The only thing that mattered to him.

  “Us, Ella.”

  Abriella glanced away quickly. Tommas wouldn’t let her do that—hide from him. She was too good for that nonsense.

  “Hey, look at me,” Tommas demanded.

  Abriella did, but her frown had deepened. “I’ve only ever looked at you.”

  Tommas flinched, a memory rushing his mind before he could stop it. He could still see Abriella on the floor, bleeding from a bullet hole in her back from her brother’s stupidity. She’d almost lost her life—Tommas would have followed his girl in a heartbeat if she had died.

  Simple as that.

  But those words … She’d told him those words when she was on the floor, bleeding and dying.

  “Who else is going to save you, right?” Tommas asked.

  Abriella shrugged. “Bang on, Tommy.”

  “Crazy girl.”

  Glancing around the quiet, empty classroom, Abriella asked, “What are we supposed to do?”

  “Whatever you want. The hour is yours. I just wanted to see you, be close to you, or anything that I could have for a few minutes. Like I said, it was driving me crazy being away. I don’t like it.”

  “Me, neither.” Abriella wet her lips, adding, “But I don’t always want to keep hiding, either.”

  Tommas heard her unspoken words loud and clear. “We won’t. Not forever.”

  “Don’t make promises.”

  He’d never broken one before.

  Not to her.

  “Stop,” Tommas told her. “That’s not important right now.”

  “You’re right.”

  “I have something for you.”

  Abriella’s eyes lit up instantly. “Oh?”

  Laughing, Tommas pulled the prepaid burner phone from his pocket. It was simple in design with a touch screen and a black casing. “Here. There’s a fifty dollar card on it right now. Next time I see you, I’ll bring another one for you to activate. Fifty was the highest the store had right then, or I would have bought you something unlimited. If you have to toss it for whatever reason, then don’t worry about it as nothing can be traced.”

  Her breath caught as she took the phone from him. “Thank you.”

  “I need to be able to have contact with you, Ella. It fucking kills me when I don’t know how your day went, or if you’re okay. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

  “Your girl, right?”

  “Right,” Tommas echoed with a smile. “My girl.”

  Abriella’s gaze lifted to meet his. “Only yours, Tommy.”

  A possessive heat curled in his stomach, reminding him of just how badly he loved and needed this woman. Something as simple as an innocent phrase could make his yearning for her grow into a goddamn monster in a second.

  It was kind of ridiculous.

  Tommas didn’t mind.

  “I know what I want to do for the next hour,” Abriella said, grinning slyly as she shoved the phone into her jacket pocket.

  “What’s that?”

  Anything she wanted, he would give.

  “You, me, this classroom, and anyway we can defile it for the next fifty or so minutes.”

  Tommas’ throat closed around the appreciative groan wanting out from his chest. “Yeah? Because that’s kind of bad.”

  “You hacked into a computer system, tricked a class full of students and a professor just to get me alone in here. Which one is worse? I’m just taking advantage.”

  “You’re wicked, baby.”

  Abriella winked and stepped closer to him again. Her hands trailed up his chest to his neck, and then back down his body. The graze of her fingernails through his silk shirt was enough to get his cock harder than steel and ready for something wet, hot, and tight. Keeping her stare locked on his, Abriella’s hand dipped lower, the tips of her fingers ghosting over the line of his erection straining against his trousers.

  Damn.

  Tommas wasn’t even ashamed.

  Abriella should know what she did for him.

  “Fuck, Tommy,” Abriella whispered, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss his mouth.

  Her hand palmed him through his pants, making him swallow the lump forming in his throat. It wasn’t often that Abriella took the reins between them. Tommas usually made the first move, demanded from her, and then took great joy in watching her control shatter under his wants and needs. She got off on it, but sometimes, she needed something different.

  “You’re so hard.”

  “It’s all for you, Ella. You’re wicked,” he repeated.

  Abriella’s smile was downright sinful. “Someone made me this way, remember? Some strange man told me once to do what I wanted, what would make me happy, and fuck the judgment of others. He made me like this—I kind of like it.”

  Tommas let out a shuddering exhale, and fought off a shiver as Abriella’s hand slipped under the waistline of his pants and boxer-briefs and found his cock. She tugged on his member with quick, firm strokes that made his throat tighten and his cock pulse.

  “Good God,” Tommas moaned.

  Her hand stilled instantly.

  “You know,” she began in a whisper, “when we first started this four years ago, you kind of were like that for me, Tommy. I didn’t realize it at first, but I definitely revered you like one.”

  Tommas grabbed Abriella’s waist and dragged her closer. “Like what?”

  “A God.”

  “I’m not one of those.”

  “You were mine in a way. I put you on a pedestal like one, and only saw you as this perfect, untouchable being. It was crazy, but it was exactly what I needed at the time.”

  “Putting people on pedestals only means they’ll break when they fall off, Ella.”

  Abriella laughed. “Tell that to an eighteen-year-old me. Christ, Tommy, I adored the person I thought you were back then.”

  Tommas leaned down enough to rest his forehead to hers. “And you don’t now? What did I do that changed who you thought I was?”

  “You got better,” she said, smiling in that way of hers. “My fascination got worse, but you got so much better. Worship is not a good enough word for what I felt.”

  “Like a religion.”

  Abriella’s tongue peeked out to sweep her bottom lip. “Yeah. Just like that.”

  “Do you still feel like that about me?”

  “Everyday.”

  Tommas’ smile spread slow and easy over his lips. “Yeah?”

  “Does that make me stupid?”

  No.

  Not at all.

  It just meant she loved him, and needed him. It was simply Abriella’s way of doing it, and telling him.

  “If that make
s you stupid, then I’m a goddamn fool, Ella. I’ve worshipped the ground you walked on for years, sweet girl.”

  Abriella watched him through those thick lashes of hers, beautiful and quiet. “We’re so fucked up.”

  “Maybe so, but we’re fucked up together which is more than a lot of people can say.”

  “You don’t care, do you?” she asked.

  “No.” Tommas’ hands tangled into Abriella’s wavy dark hair and tugged firmly. Her sexy little sigh shot right down through his gut and into his cock, reminding him of how good it felt to have her mouth around his dick. “Do you want to know what I would like?”

  Abriella blinked at him like she was coming out of a daze. “What, Tommy?”

  He tugged on her hair again. “Get on your knees and show me how you pray.”

  With a sly grin, Abriella nodded and began to drop down to her knees. She shrugged off her leather bomber jacket, and let it fall on the floor behind her.

  Tommas reached down and unsnapped the buttons on his pants before undoing the zipper. He was thankful the classroom door only had one small window at the top, and it was too high for anyone to get a good look inside. The door also locked automatically when it was shut and could only be opened from within the room.

  That didn’t make the situation any less hot.

  They could still be caught.

  Time was running out.

  Abriella’s hands pushed Tommas’ pants and boxer-briefs down enough to free his erection. Her palm and fingers enclosed his shaft with an almost painful grip, waking him up all over again. Keeping a firm grip on her hair, Tommas tugged his lover closer to the head of his aching cock until he could feel her breath wash over his member with every exhale.

  “Open up and let me fuck it properly, Ella.”

  She parted her lips enough for Tommas to slide his cock inside her mouth. Wet, soft heat engulfed his length, sending him spiraling straight into a familiar dark bliss. Her tongue flattened to the underside of his shaft as she took his cock in deep enough that he could feel her muscles constricting around his length.

  Abriella stared up at him, waiting. One of her hands held onto his wrist, while her other slipped between his legs to palm his sac with a teasing, promising touch.

  The sight of her on her knees always did it for Tommas. It made him fucking primal inside, made him want to fuck her mouth until her eyes watered and she was swallowing every drop of his come that she could take.

  “Shit,” Tommas forced out, his teeth clenching. “I’d forgotten how fucking good this is, Ella. Do you want me to fuck your mouth, or do you want to suck me off?”

  Abriella answered his question by flicking her tongue against the base of his dick and then opening her mouth a little more. That was clear enough for Tommas. Keeping her rooted in place, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her mouth at a pace he liked to start with. It let his girl get used to having her mouth stuffed full of his cock and having no control in the process.

  Abriella’s hum continued as Tommas picked up the pace. He used his free hand to grab her under her jaw, and keep her steady.

  “Eyes wide, Ella,” Tommas demanded. “I love fucking your mouth, so you better watch me while I do it, or I’ll stop. I bet you missed this, didn’t you?”

  Her gaze snapped up to meet his, a tiny smile trying to form on her pink lips. Pulling on her hair a little harder, Abriella whined in response, her mouth closing tighter around his cock and her teeth adding to the friction for a brief second.

  “You want more of that?” he asked.

  Without being able to talk, the only thing Abriella could do was nod for him. But her eyes spoke entirely of lust and need. The blues of her irises burned brightly with her want. Being on her knees, having her mouth fucked in a public place, and having no power or say as to what Tommas would do next was one of Abriella’s favorite things.

  Tommas knew it—she liked these games.

  Some might call it debasing.

  Abriella practically begged for it.

  For Tommas, it was a gift of sorts to see Abriella, someone he loved and adored, at his mercy, trusting him, letting him use her for his wants, because that’s what she wanted, too. Her compliance, her need, made him fucking wild.

  The gentle graze of her fingernails against his sac had a coil beginning to twist and burn in his gut. The more of that he allowed, the quicker he was liable to shoot his load down her throat. More than anything, Tommas wanted to be inside his girl and fucking them both into oblivion.

  With a groan, Tommas pulled his cock from Abriella’s mouth with a pop and pulled her up from the floor to stand.

  “God, you know I love your mouth, girl. But I love the feeling of your pussy squeezing around me and your body shaking as I fuck you good and hard even more. That’s what I want right now. If you don’t, then you can get back on your knees and finish what you started. Otherwise, take your fucking clothes off and give me what we both want.”

  Silently, Abriella glanced over her shoulder at the closed door before she began to take off her clothes. In no time at all, Abriella stood naked in front of him, and her clothes rested in a forgotten pile behind her.

  “Christ,” Tommas appraised with a low whistle.

  He stepped close enough to get his hands on the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Abriella’s body was a piece of art to Tommas. Her curves fit his hands perfectly, from the dip in her waist to the swells of her hips and breasts. The pixie-like features of her face always radiated with her sensuality and sexuality. She was made for him. Every single inch of her was his perfect match.

  Abriella shivered the moment his hands came in contact with her sides. Tommas dragged his palms over her waist, across her stomach, and up to her chest where he could roll his thumbs over her pebbling nipples. Goosebumps bloomed over her flesh as her head tilted back and she hummed contentedly.

  “You were right. I missed this, too,” she murmured.

  “I’m sorry that we don’t have more time.”

  Abriella shook her head. “This is good. It’s what I needed. It’s perfect, Tommy.”

  Tommas caught her mouth with his own, taking his time to love her properly. Her tongue tangled with his, promising and sweet, making the heat in his gut grow into a raging fire out of control. Her fingers twisted into his shirt, drawing him even closer.

  “I’ll figure something out so that it can be just you and me for a whole day,” Tommas told her, his lips brushing against hers with every word. “Nothing but us and whatever you want, Ella. Something, I don’t know, but it’s a promise.”

  She sighed shakily. “As much as I love it when you say things like that, because I know you will, I hate it, too.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it makes it harder for me with all of this—us, mostly.”

  Everything about them was hard and difficult. Tommas understood what she meant without making her explain further.

  “But I don’t ever want you to stop making promises,” Abriella added after a quiet moment. “Because you always keep them, and you’re the one thing in my life that I can count on for that.”

  Any control that Tommas had was lost. He loved this woman entirely. All the things about Abriella Trentini that made up who she was inside and out were wonderful, crazy, and sometimes strange.

  Picking her up from the floor without warning, Tommas pressed his lips to hers again, taking another kiss without asking. Abriella’s legs wrapped around his waist and her heels dug into the small of his back. As he walked a few steps to the closest table lined with chairs, her body jostled against his, allowing her wet sex to grind against his bare erection.

  Abriella’s back met the table hard. Air rushed from her lungs with her low moan as Tommas kicked the chairs out of the way. Before he could demand that she open up for him, Abriella spread her legs wide, exposing her pink, wet pussy to his gaze.

  Tommas grasped her thighs, his fingertips digging into her creamy skin hard enough to leave his marks
behind. He yanked her to the edge of the table, close enough that his cock rested along the fleshy lips of her pussy. With just the right flex of his hips, he’d be balls deep in his girl and fucking them both fast toward heaven.

  Naked, with her lips a bitten and kissed red, with her hair billowed out across the table and messy from his hands, and a shiver rolling over her skin, Abriella was a sight to see. Sexy as hell. Shameless in her lust. Reckless in her need. It goddamn near hurt him to look at her, but he couldn’t help it.

  Tommas had only ever looked at Abriella.

  No one else ever caught his eye like she had.

  “Christ, look at you, baby.”

  Canting her hips upward at the edge of the table, she said, “Come on, Tommy, fuck me the way I like.”

  “How am I supposed to make you beg when you ask like that, huh?”

  “I’ll beg another time. You know I will.”

  He did.

  “Wider,” Tommas said, his tone husky.

  He pushed Abriella’s legs open until he was sure she would feel it in her bones and muscles for days after. Her responding grin as she rolled her hips, making her pussy grind into his cock, told him that she was liking it a little too much.

  “Fuck me, Tommy. Make me see the stars. You know how much I love that when you do it.”

  That was it.

  That was all Tommas needed.

  Grabbing his cock at the base, he slid it back through the sliver of her slit to her entrance. Then, he held onto her waist and pulled her onto his dick with one deep, hard yank. Abriella’s shout of surprise, heated with her pleasure, was muffled into her palm. She whined for more as Tommas began a punishing pace that rocked the table back and forth every time he slammed into her.

  Abriella lifted her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. She held onto his wrists, her fingernails biting into his skin, as he plowed into her. The crescendo of her soft cries filled the empty classroom, and Tommas.

  He adored all her sounds.

  They made fucking her all the more better.

  “Ah, fuck,” Tommas muttered, watching the sight of his cock disappearing into her pink pussy. Her arousal coated his length, and the sounds of her pussy taking him in as he stretched her full of him was incomparable. “You take my cock so goddamn well, Ella.”