Breathless & Bloodstained (The Chicago War #4)

by Bethany-Kris

  Tommas’ lips ghosted over the shell of Abriella’s ear as his fingers began to wander again. “Anything you want, Ella.”

  The backseat of the Mercedes was large enough for them to stay snuggled together comfortably. It certainly wasn’t the first time she had found herself stealing a moment away from the rest of the world in the back of a car with Tommas Rossi.

  Abriella smiled, sighing just a little when Tommas’ fingers skipped under the collar of her long sleeve shirt. The pads of his fingertips grazed her collarbones, making her shiver as her skin burned hotter.

  Innocent.

  Sweet.

  But with them, it was neither.

  “Ella?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Be stupid over me, or with me?”

  His voice was a dark, deep melody in her ear. Through the haze of her comfort, Abriella could get lost in Tommas’ voice alone. She could pretend like it was just them for the moment and that no one else existed.

  “Ella,” Tommas pressed when she stayed quiet. His hand slipped lower under her shirt, finding her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples under the silk bra she wore, making her gasp sharply. Her legs tightened in an attempt to soothe the sudden ache between her thighs. “Be stupid over me, or with me, baby? Which one?”

  “With you,” she mumbled, tilting her head up to press a kiss on the underside of his jaw. “Always with you, Tommy.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  Tommas released his grip around her waist to slide his hand down her stomach. As his hand worked at the button and zipper of her jeans, his mouth kissed a hot path over her neck and cheek. Abriella felt the palm of his hand push into her pants, down under her panties, and then his fingers were there.

  Touching.

  Stroking.

  Exploring.

  Gentle flicks of his fingers to her clit made her jerk in his arms. Swipes of his fingertips through her folds drew her wetness over the lips of her sex. A nip of his teeth to the sensitive spot behind her ear made her shake.

  “You’re teasing me,” Abriella accused.

  “There’s nothing better than hearing you whine and whimper for more, Ella.”

  Another sweep of his fingers, and two pressed a little deeper into her slit until the tips of his digits were entering her sex. It wasn’t nearly enough to give her what she wanted. It was only enough to make her beg for more.

  “God, Tommy.”

  “Love your sounds.”

  “I’ll give you more if you fuck me with those fingers instead of teasing me like that.”

  Tommas laughed a husky sound a second before his tongue stuck out against her skin to taste, and his fingers sunk knuckle deep into her clenching pussy. Abriella whined low in the back of her throat, loving the sensation of being filled by Tommas’ fingers. He didn’t have a lot of room to move with her tight jeans keeping his hand confined, but he had just enough to give her what she needed.

  Fast, short thrusts of his fingers while he opened them wide on the withdrawal, and his palm rubbed against her throbbing clit had Abriella widening her legs and melting into his arms. Tommas’ voice was a whisper in her ear, urging her on while he finger-fucked her quick and deep.

  “Get it, Ella. Fuck my goddamn fingers until you come. Take them how you want. Show me how bad you want to come right now. Give it to me, baby.”

  Nothing was better than that.

  She loved hearing him talk; needed his throaty tone and his dirty words.

  Abriella craved it.

  “Oh, my God,” she breathed. “I’m right there, Tommy.”

  “Hurry up then, and I’ll let you climb on top of me, fill you full, and let you ride me until you’re soaked in my come and sore all over.”

  Abriella shuddered. “Yeah?”

  “Promise, baby. Give it to me. I want your fucking come on my hand, all over my fingers. I want to smell like you all over by the time we’re done. I like being a little dirty with you, Ella, walking around with your come stains hidden under my jacket. Nobody knows but me, and it gets me so fucking hard for you.”

  “Jesus, yes.”

  That was bad.

  So bad.

  “Come on,” Tommas growled, his fingers curling hard into her wet walls on the next thrust. He hit her G-spot perfectly, making Abriella fly. She felt her sex clamp down as her juices soaked his fingers in a rush of heat and bliss. His name slipped past her lips in a broken cry. “Shit, yeah, baby. I got you.”

  Mush.

  Abriella’s limbs felt like mush as she tried to catch her breath. Why was it that the simplest of orgasms, the ones that her lover provided with no roughness to his touch and only for her own needs, were the ones that left her feeling shattered?

  “Come here,” Tommas urged.

  Abriella turned under his hands, blinking rapidly to clear her foggy vision. A wetness had coated her lashes when she’d squeezed her eyes shut and trembled her way through the intense orgasm. It was so blindingly good that she didn’t want to let the feeling go.

  “More,” Abriella demanded.

  Tommas caught her chin between his forefinger and thumb to pull her down to his kiss. His hand fisted into the ends of her hair, holding tight as his lips bruised hers with a kiss that relieved as much as it hurt. The bite of his teeth to her bottom lip took away what lingering stress was still floating through her wayward thoughts.

  “To breathe. That’s what you wanted, Ella.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I can do that for you. Just for a little while.”

  “I’ll take anything you give me.”

  She found his steel-blue gaze, her fingers sweeping over his jaw.

  “Anything?” he asked.

  “Everything.”

  Because he was everything to her.

  Tommas let go of her hair and face just long enough to fist her pants and yank them down around her hips. His movements were frantic and rushed. The denim of her jeans tightened to her skin, making her ache with his roughness.

  God.

  She didn’t even care.

  Shifting on his lap allowed her to feel the hard ridge of his erection straining against his slacks. She rolled her hips, letting the weight of her body grind into his cock. Tommas’ responding groan started somewhere in the back of his throat, making it all the more heady and wonderful. Then, he was yanking her sweater off, too, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

  His gaze darkened as he looked her over, his teeth gritting beneath his clenching jaw.

  Sexy.

  Fuck.

  Didn’t he know how sexy he was?

  “Faster,” Abriella hissed.

  “Lift up.”

  She raised above him, allowing him to pull her jeans lower. Abriella pulled one leg free before she was able to get the other one out, too. Her silk panties were soaked from his fingers and her orgasm earlier. She didn’t even bother to pull them off.

  Instead, she tugged them to the side and drove two of her own fingers into her pussy, wanting to give herself something to soothe the ache inside her sex. Tommas worked his pants down around his hips, and pushed his boxer-briefs lower until his cock was free and he was fisting his length with firm, long strokes.

  “Fuck, let me see that,” Tommas said softly.

  Abriella lifted higher, giving him a better view of her fingers driving over and over into her pussy. The sucking sound of her wet sex taking her fingers in faster, harder was enough to make her moan.

  “It’s not enough,” Abriella mumbled.

  “You want my cock, not your fingers.”

  “Yes.”

  “Take what you need, baby.”

  Abriella withdrew her fingers, but kept her panties pulled to the side as she climbed back over Tommas’ lap. She was grateful for the dark tinted windows as she braced one hand on the glass and lowered down on his length faster than she normally would have.

  She liked to take her time when she rode him.

  She liked
to feel his cock stretch her open, fill her full, and hit every fucking spot that would make her scream.

  What she needed more was to fuck.

  Just fuck him.

  “Christ,” Tommas said in a breath of air. “You feel like you’re squeezing me to death here, Ella. Your pussy is goddamn tight right now. Take a second and—”

  “No,” Abriella said, her hand coming up to push against his mouth. “Shut up, Tommy. Just let me fucking feel.”

  Tommas kissed the tips of her fingers a second before his teeth bit down hard on the digits. Abriella whined from the pain as a heat traveled down her spine. She rolled her hips up and down, back and forth, working his cock deeper until she was seated tight to his groin and her pussy ached.

  “I’m so full,” she told him.

  Tommas sucked her fingers into his mouth, his tongue sliding between her digits to sweep and clean her arousal from earlier. His moan vibrated against her hand, making her shudder all over. On top of him, her pace picked up, faster, harder.

  She wanted it to hurt.

  She wanted to come again and again.

  She needed to feel him when she was gone.

  Tommas’ hands found her ass and squeezed hard. His fingernails bit into her skin while his other hand slid lower. Abriella sucked in a hard breath a second before one of his fingers slid into her tight ass. He didn’t give her the chance to prep for the added intrusion. The sting was more than enough to make her blood heat up to a boiling point.

  Then, another of his fingers stroked her wet sex. She could feel the pad of his digit massaging her sex and his cock as he lifted from the seat to meet her rhythm. The sensation of his finger stroking her pussy while she rode him and his other buried deep in her ass had Abriella shouting out as she came yet again.

  She pulled her fingers from his mouth.

  Tommas sucked in a ragged inhale as Abriella grabbed his jaw. She fingers dug into his skin, her manicured nails leaving crescent marks behind.

  “Again, harder,” she told him. “I want to fucking feel, Tommy. Give me what I want.”

  She found herself lifted off his cock, turned around, and then her face was buried into a leather seat. Abriella’s hands were caught in Tommas’ hands and pinned to her lower back. The strain of her shoulders hurt, but she moaned, wanting more.

  He pushed in, taking her deep in one thrust. Abriella trembled. Her knees slipped on the seat.

  “Jesus Christ,” Abriella groaned.

  Her skin burned as silk was ripped from her body. He didn’t even pull out. He just ripped the fucking panties right off.

  It was damn good.

  She blinked a second before she felt the soft material being pushed against her lips. The wetness and scent of her own come assaulted her nose before she opened her mouth to her lover’s silent demand.

  Tommas used two fingers to stuff the panties into her mouth.

  “Pinch my hand if it gets to be too much,” she heard him say.

  It wouldn’t be too much.

  Abriella wouldn’t need to pinch him.

  “Please,” she mumbled around the panties.

  Tommas’ other hand found the back of her neck, pushing her further into the seat. Then, it was just a blink, and he was pulling her into him. Over and over.

  Deep enough to hurt.

  Fast enough to take her air away.

  She couldn’t think. The tips of her fingers were numb. She could taste her own come in her mouth. She came harder than ever.

  It was humiliating.

  He used her wonderfully.

  This is my fucking pussy.

  You’re such a slut letting me fuck you like this.

  You better come, Ella.

  Right fucking now.

  God, did she ever.

  Crying, shaking all over, and with his come leaking out of her.

  She came hard.

  Abriella dug through her messenger bag. Panic seized her throat when she couldn’t find one of the things she was looking for. Checking through the few items, she realized something else was missing as well.

  “No,” she said, leaning into the closest wall.

  Both a textbook she needed for class, and the burner phone that Tommas had given her was missing from her bag. In their frenzied hookup and her rush to make it back to class before Darryl got back and noticed she left school, her stuff must have fallen out of her bag.

  She’d left Tommas with a hard kiss, his promise for more soon, grabbed her bag, and sneaked back in so she wouldn’t be late for her class.

  “Dammit,” Abriella grumbled.

  Just outside of her last class for the day, she needed that science book. She could probably use her partner’s for the day, but she had tests coming up and had to go over the book chapters the class had already gone through.

  Out of the corner of her eye, Abriella took note of Darryl as he slid a dollar bill into the vending machine and pulled out a can of soda. He hadn’t even noticed she was down the hall getting ready to enter her final class.

  Thank God.

  Slipping into the class before Darryl did see her outside, she went straight to her work table. Abriella sat down in her designated chair, pushed the waiting slides and microscope aside, and leaned over to her partner.

  “Where’s your phone?” she asked the girl.

  Carrie nodded down at her bag. “There.”

  “Can I use it?”

  “Can you make it fast?”

  “Of course,” Abriella said. “I lost mine in a friend’s car. I just want to let them know it’s there.”

  “No problem.”

  Abriella waited as her lab partner found her phone and handed it over. The professor walked in just as Abriella sent off the first text. Their teacher was an asshole about electronics during the class, so she had to be careful.

  Tommy, her text read, my phone and book is in your car.

  A minute later, Tommas’ text came through.

  Who is this?

  Abriella’s brow furrowed. She was using a different number, sure, but no one else had been in Tommas’ car other than her. Who else would be messaging him to tell him their stuff was in his damn car?

  It’s Abriella. I think I dropped my phone and book in your car.

  The phone buzzed again. What book and phone?

  Abriella’s brow furrowed. Mine, Tommy. Just figure out a way to get it to me, okay?

  Okay.

  That was it.

  More confused than ever, Abriella handed the phone back to her partner. Tommas had never ended any kind of conversation with Abriella, even through text messages, without telling her that he loved her.

  She remembered that he had to go pick up his mother.

  Maybe that was it.

  Maybe his mother had him distracted.

  Abriella pushed her worry aside.

  Tommas would handle it.

  “Abriella Trentini,” came an unknown voice from behind her.

  Abriella turned fast on her heel only to come face to face with two unknown men dressed in plain black suits. She’d just left her second period class a little early, as she had a meeting with her professor from her first class before her next one was to start.

  Cocking a brow, Abriella said, “I can’t say we’re on the same level, as I don’t have a damned clue who either of you are.”

  The shorter of the two men smiled.

  It didn’t look friendly.

  Something terrible welled in Abriella’s gut. She held tighter to her messenger bag, wondering where in the hell Darryl was. Something stunk about these two men. Something that smelled like cop.

  A person couldn’t wash that shit out.

  “Detectives Delog and Crown,” said the taller man. “My partner thought meeting you at school would be a good time, seeing as how you somehow manage to get away from your enforcer here quite often.”

  Abriella’s heart jumped into her throat. “I beg your pardon?”

  “Two days ago. Tommas Rossi. Ring a
ny bells?” Crown asked.

  She couldn’t fucking breathe.

  How did these idiots know that?

  “I have no idea what—”

  “Trentinis are always good for a lie when the need arises,” Delog interrupted smoothly. “Fact is, we know you were with Tommas two days ago. You forgot some things in his car. We did a little checking after we heard about your meeting with him. Seems you’ve been messing with Tommas for a while. He’s even got a little apartment set up for you, huh? The people in that building recognized your picture right away. The neighbor knows you as Ella.”

  Abriella refused to let these two fools see the panic they were causing her. “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Sure, sure,” Crown said, shrugging. “We want to chat. Are you up for a little talk before your next class?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “You know, we could always give your brother a call and drag you both down to the station. I am sure Joel Trentini would love to find out his sister has been fucking his number one enemy. Wouldn’t he?”

  “What in the hell are you trying to prove?” Abriella asked, spitting out the question. “I have nothing for you.”

  “We want to talk,” the other detective said.

  “About what?”

  “Tommas, for starters.”

  Abriella swallowed back her anxiety. She had to get away from these men and as fast as was humanly fucking possible. If Darryl found her with detectives, she might as well put the gun to her own head and save Joel the trouble. Worse, if her brother didn’t kill her for talking to police, he might find out about her relationship with Tommas.

  Tommas.

  Oh, God.

  She needed to talk to him.

  Now.

  “I have nothing to say to the cops,” Abriella said firmly.

  She turned on her heel to leave. A hand grabbed her arm and spun her around.

  “Just you wait one goddamn min—”

  “Let me go.”

  Abriella’s words had come out deadly sharp and quiet. The detective released her almost instantly with wider eyes.

  “Keep your hands off my body,” Abriella said. “And stay the hell away from me.”

  “We will be chatting again, Abriella,” Delog said.