by Celia Aaron
Now that I was back, nothing could keep me from David.
He burst into his apartment not fifteen minutes after I arrived. I sat on his sofa and drank a beer I’d found in his fridge.
“Hi.” I didn’t know what else to say.
He stripped off his coat and came at me like a freight train.
I dropped the bottle. It clattered to the floor as he picked me up and clutched me to him. I didn’t realize I was shaking until I clasped my hands behind his neck to try and steady myself.
“Angel.” One word that melted me on every level. He claimed my lips in a kiss I’d been fantasizing about for years. The same sizzle, the same knee-weakening heat—I clung to him as he walked me to his bedroom and owned my mouth with his tongue.
He laid me down on the bed, his lips never leaving mine as he ran a hand through my hair and pulled the strands. His other hand traced down the side of my dress and to the hem at my thigh. I moaned as he sucked my bottom lip, and I lost myself in his touch. So familiar, being here like this was coming home for me.
I drew my hands around to his front and began unbuttoning his shirt. He sat back for only a second and yanked it off, buttons popping as he tossed it to the floor and claimed my mouth again. His skin was like molten metal under my hands, each sharp ridge and hard muscle smooth to the touch.
He pulled my dress up, and when he eased his palm between my legs, his groan sent goosebumps shooting along my skin. “No panties.”
I reached for his pants and unclasped them. He shoved them down, his hard cock silky in my hand.
“Every night.” He kissed down to my throat. “Every night I’ve imagined you like this. Came in my hand thinking only of you.” He pushed his head at my entrance.
I tensed just a little. After all, I hadn’t done this in a very long time.
“I thought of you, too.” I exhaled and relaxed, remembering all the times I’d woken up with my fingers on my clit and release rolling through me—in my dreams it was always David, his mouth on me, his cock inside me.
“My Angel.” He thrust inside me hard.
We cried out together, pain and passion mixing as everything in my world clicked back into place.
“Fuck the stars. Fuck anything that tries to keep me from you.” He pulled back and pushed in again, stretching me as he licked my ear, then sucked on the sweet spot right beneath it. “I’m never letting you go. Not again. Not ever. I’ll chain you to this bed if I have to.”
“David,” I gripped his shoulders, his muscles flexing as he rocked into me again and again.
“Mine.” His voice was guttural. “Never going to leave.”
I pulled his face to mine. “I’m yours. Forever.”
“Say it again.” He pulled out and crawled down my body, then pressed his mouth to my sex.
“Yours.” I gasped when his tongue circled my clit.
“Again,” he growled.
“Yours forever.” I clutched the comforter as he ran the broadside of his tongue against me, then stroked me hard and fast.
He slid his hands beneath my ass, lifting my pussy to him.
I tensed, my hips going tight and my breath sticking in my lungs. He squeezed my ass and devoured me until I came, my body drowning in pleasure as he licked and sucked my tender flesh. I could barely breathe when he prowled back on top of me and pushed inside. Sharing my own taste with me, his lips crashed against mine.
I didn’t realize I was crying until he pressed his palm to my cheek, his thumbs wiping away my tears.
“Are you okay?” He slowed his pace, his eyes looking so deep inside me that I felt raw and exposed.
“It’s been so hard.” I grabbed his wrist, then kissed the inside of it.
“I know.” He kissed my tears and made love to me. Slow and sensual, but still hungry and earth-shattering.
I held onto him, feeling our bond strengthen. Losing myself in David was the only way to heal the wounds of the past five years. I needed this like I needed air, and the way he kissed me and loved me told me he did, too.
Wrapping my legs around him, I met him stroke for stroke, the sizzle inside me growing hotter with each bit of friction. He palmed my hip, forcing me to grind against him as we worked out our years of separation.
His cock pulsed, the shaft thickening even more as I threw my head back. His teeth at my neck sent me over the edge, my orgasm swallowing me whole as I let out a breathless cry. He shoved deep inside me, his body shaking, and he bit down harder. His low groan touched the deepest part of me as we gave ourselves to each other, our bodies working as one, our release powerful and binding. My waves of bliss washed over me, and I floated on them until they grew soft and feathery.
David stayed inside me, his head buried in the crook of my neck, his body heaving.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight as we both came down.
With an easy movement, he flipped us over so that I was on top, his cock still inside me.
He stroked my hair from my face and kissed my forehead. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“No.” I rested my face on his chest, then pulled back a little. “New ink?”
More tears pricked my eyes as I stared at my name over his heart in what looked like my own handwriting.
“How?” I traced the letters with my fingertips.
“I took one of your letters to a tattoo artist. She was able to pick out what she needed and copied your handwriting.”
“I love it.” I kissed the spot.
“It’s you.” He cupped my cheek. “Everything about you is part of me.”
I placed a soft kiss on his lips, and he wrapped me in his arms.
We lay like that for a long time, our breathing slowing and our bodies relaxing into each other. I didn’t want it to end.
“Star-crossed, hm?” He stroked my hair.
“Not anymore.” I nipped at his chest.
He surged inside me, his cock still at half-mast.
“You have a plan, I take it?”
“Always.” I snuggled in closer. I loved the spot under his chin where I fit perfectly.
“Care to share?”
“Eager to know all my secrets, aren’t you?”
“Secrets?” He squeezed my ass. “We don’t have shit like that between us.”
I smiled. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“I’ve cleared my schedule.” His dark tone implied a bit more than telling his secretary to hold all calls.
“Well, in that case, I’ll tell you. Corvi will continue to run her black market empire, but Angel will set up shop in Philly.”
“Why Corvi?” He kept rubbing my ass, as if afraid it might get away from him. “I mean, the name.”
I laughed. “Corvus is Latin for Raven.”
He stilled. “You took my name.”
“Surprised?”
“Honored. Holy hell, woman.” He pulled me up to his face and kissed me hard, but groaned when his cock slipped out. “My name.” He kissed me again, then reached for the back of my dress and yanked the zipper down. “Off.” Pushing me up, he stripped me bare and tossed the dress to the floor, then pulled me back to him. Warmth flittered through me as my bare skin met his.
“Anyway, Vince doesn’t recognize me, and even if he does, he won’t want to blow the deal I brought him.”
“So I would keep working for Vince, but come home to you?”
I nodded. “I’m not trying to change you.”
“You don’t mind that I’m the Butcher?”
I kissed his chin. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
He wrinkled his nose, his gaze pensive. “Maybe I could—I don’t know—do something different?”
I laughed. “Work at a grocery store, do some day trading, maybe start a charity?”
His low laugh sent a pleasant tingle down my spine. “Point taken.”
“I know what you’re good at, and as long as you don’t bring work home, I’m fine with it.”
“But I have to keep y
ou secret?” He frowned.
“For now.” I yawned. “But this shakeup with Vince may lead to more shakeups. Especially with Berty still alive. I can’t believe he let Serge’s son live. Doesn’t seem very mafia of Vince.”
“I thought the same thing. If anyone can throw a wrench into Vince’s plans, it’s Serge’s fuckup of a son. But worrying about that sort of office politics is way above my pay grade.”
“It’s an unraveling thread. Could lead to more changes.”
He nodded. “Yeah. That’s how it happens. One boss goes down, another takes his place—and then everyone starts getting ideas about being the fucking boss. Could be a bloodbath coming soon. You never know.” He rubbed my bare back, his steady heart thumping beneath me. “Fuck all that shit. I just want you. To be here with you. This feels like a dream. Am I in a dream?”
I laughed and bit him hard on the chest. “Feel that?”
He growled and flipped me over, pressing me into the mattress. “Yes.”
“And this?” I raked my nails down his back.
“My naughty Angel.” He thrust inside me, his cock already hard.
I winced, but he kissed the sting away, his mouth ruling mine as he moved slowly inside me.
I’d finally come home. My heart and my body were full of the one man who’d grabbed my soul and never let go.
The stars be damned.
Epilogue
David
5 Years Later
“Again?” Nate pulled Sabrina into his lap and nibbled at her neck.
“Oh, shh.” She pinched his arm. “David can have some vacation time. He works hard.”
“Now you two are ganging up on me?” Nate pulled her closer.
“I’ll be gone for two weeks.” I drummed my fingers on the arm of the leather sofa.
“Where are you going?”
“Nate.” Sabrina cradled his face in her palms. “Quit being a hardass.”
“That’s my job. I’m the boss.”
If someone had told me all those years ago on the streets of Philly that I’d one day be working for Nate, I would have laughed in their fucking face and likely knocked them the fuck out. But here I was, asking my boss for some time off.
“Berlin.” I pinned my gaze on the desk so I didn’t get another eyeful of Nate’s hand on Sabrina’s ass.
“You’ve become quite the world traveler. I’m kind of jealous.”
“We could travel whenever you want.” Sabrina rose, but Nate pulled her back into his lap.
“Look, man. I’m just busting your balls.”
I met his eyes again. “I know.”
“If you know then why do you let me?” He smiled.
“It makes you feel like a big man.” I shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me.”
“The balls on this guy.” Nate laughed, the old him shining through thanks to Sabrina. Ever since she came along, he was more of the same old smartass he used to be. The strangest part was that I’d missed the wisecracking version of him. When he’d become boss after Vince, he’d changed, getting more and more serious. Sabrina had been a real attitude adjustment.
“I don’t care if you go on vacay, man. You don’t have to ask permission. Just tell me ahead of time. If anyone shows up needing a good torturing, I’ll hang onto them for you to play with when you get back.” He narrowed his gaze. “So, is this another trip with the woman that we aren’t supposed to talk about but we all know about and talk about behind your back anyway?”
“Nate!” Sabrina smacked him on the chest.
He swiped her blonde hair from her shoulder and ran his teeth along her skin. I’d gotten used to the excessive PDA ever since Sabrina had first shown up at the house and began teasing Nate into madness.
“Doesn’t matter.” He’d lost interest in whatever gossip he’d hoped to get out of me. “You can go. Have fun. I see someone here needs a little discipline.”
“Don’t you dare.” She wriggled on his lap in a half-hearted escape attempt.
I rose and hurried out, closing the door as she gasped and the sound of a spanking pulsed through the walls. Kinky fuckers.
…
“How was work?” Angel sat on the couch in our apartment, her fingers skating across the keys of her laptop.
“Slow. Nate has calmed everything down so much that I haven’t had a good session in forever.” I tossed my jacket across the back of the sofa and sat next to her. “How about you?”
She smiled, her eyes lighting up, and turned the laptop toward me. “Look at it!”
I stared at a mess of a canvas, splotches and splatters everywhere. Art didn’t mean anything to me. But I humored her with a “wow, that’s nice.”
She laughed and kissed my cheek. “It’s a Jackson Pollack! One of the crews in Boston stole it two weeks ago and have been sitting on it. Their usual fence was scared, so they came to me.”
“How hot is it?”
“Scorching.” She clapped her hands with glee. “A real challenge, finally. I’ll be lucky to smuggle it out of the US without some major bribes.”
“If anyone can do it, it’s you.” I smoothed her dark hair over her shoulder and nibbled at her ear. “My naughty Angel.”
She set the laptop aside and climbed onto my lap, her robe riding up and showing me miles of thigh.
“Being bad makes you horny.” I wasn’t complaining.
She kissed my neck, her lips soft. “You know it.”
I untied the knot at her waist and slid my hands inside. Her bare skin was warm, and I could feel the goosebumps rise beneath my fingertips.
“We have to get to the airport soon.”
“It’s a private jet.” I opened her robe all the way and palmed one of her tits. “They’ll wait for us.”
She spread her legs wider when I squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Iliana and Liz are bringing the car in thirty minutes. And there’s a—ooohh—a flight plan.”
“I have a plan, too.” I sucked her other nipple between my teeth and reached down to unzip my pants.
“And I’m the naughty one?” She gripped my shoulders and moved forward, hovering over my bare cock.
“Damn right.” I grabbed her hips and sat her down on me, my cock throbbing as it entered her tight, wet cunt.
“Mmm.” She bit her lip.
“That’s my job.” I kissed her and bore down on her bottom lip.
She rose up and dropped back down, slicking my shaft with her wetness. I pushed the robe the rest of the way off, her beautiful body on display as she rode me, her tits bouncing as she fucked me at her own pace.
“I need to feel you.” She scrabbled at my buttons and pulled my shirt open, then licked up my chest as she ground her hips against me.
Pushing my hips out a little, I tensed my thighs, lifting her as she pressed against me.
“God, that’s perfect,” she breathed in my ear.
We’d lost our virginity to each other all those years ago, and I’d spent the past five years learning every bit of her body and memorizing the minutest detail of what she liked. Gripping her ass, I yanked her down on my cock, getting every bit of me drenched in her wet cunt.
She dug her nails into my shoulders, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest. Every move heightened our pleasure, and it wasn’t long until her walls were convulsing around me, her head thrown back as I sucked her neck. With a few more hard thrusts, I released inside her, coating her with me and marking her as mine. I couldn’t get enough of her, and if the past years had taught me anything, it’s that I never would.
Relaxing against me, she snuggled into the crook of my neck, her warm breaths tickling my skin. “We’re going to be late.”
“Don’t care.” I squeezed her luscious ass. “Worth it.”
She laughed and kissed my throat. “You’re bad for business.”
“Good for you, though.”
“The best for me.” She kept kissing me, her soft lips like silk.
After my heart stopped thud
ding and I could think semi-clearly, I asked, “You never told me what we’re doing in Berlin.”
She nipped at my neck. “Buying and selling. Like always.”
“Anything good?” I ran my fingers up her spine.
“A few items are particularly choice.” She sat up, her dark eyes twinkling. “Did you hear about the theft of the Swedish crown jewels?”
My eyebrows shot up. “You shitting me? The guys that got away on a boat?”
Her feline grin had my cock thickening. “Those are the ones.”
“Holy shit.”
“Mine, all mine.”
“What sort of price tag can you put on something like that?”
“A huge one.” She shifted her hips a little, teasing me. “The biggest score I’ve ever had. We could retire to our own private island.” She dropped a kiss on my lips. “Not that I’d take you away from your brother or your friends or your work.”
“Take me, Angel.” I thrust upward, my cock making a good showing despite its recent performance.
She gave a mercenary laugh. “And put the Butcher into retirement? I wouldn’t dare.”
“The crown jewels. Can’t believe that shit.”
“Believe it, baby. Maybe we can try them on before we send them off to the top bidder.”
I smirked. “Take some selfies?”
“Sure.” She rose, sliding off me.
I groaned.
“Don’t be mad. If you’re good, maybe we can join the mile high club a little later.” She tied her robe back on.
“We’ve been platinum members for years.” I yanked her back down onto my lap.
“True.”
“There was one thing I wanted to talk about.” I kept my tone nonchalant.
“What?” She traced her finger along my shoulder to my scar.
“I got a line on something for you.”
“Oh? A master torturer and into contraband?”
I moved her robe aside and ran my fingertip over her matching scar. “Pretty much. But I can’t value things like you can, so I don’t know if it’s worth anything.”
“What is it?”
“Guy said it was priceless. But you know how that goes.” I shrugged and reached for my suit coat.
