by Soraya Naomi
Palming her cheek, I trace her dimple and reassure her, “I missed you too.” Then I press my lips to hers.
The realtor comes back inside when she notices we haven’t followed her, and when Fallon returns a minute later, we finish the tour.
I’m eager to end this day.
***
With anticipation, I wait for Rosa on the edge of the rooftop terrace as rain tumbles from the sky and the city lights glimmer along the skyline in the distance. At that moment, I hear footsteps behind me.
Without turning around, I say, “You do like to make me wait.”
Rosa’s arms sneak around my middle, and she rests her chin on my shoulder as I look sideways into captivating cat-tipped eyes.
“Dinner took much too long,” she mutters, stepping back and holding out her hand to me in unspoken invitation. “And ten minutes should be endurable.”
I swivel around and hook my arms around her waist as lust streaks through my blood, settling low in my groin. “I’m an impatient man. I haven’t been with you for two days, and I’ve been fantasizing about you sucking my cock.” I trace her luscious lower lip with the tip of my tongue.
The corner of her mouth twitches up. It’s that innocent yet mischievous expression that’s fascinating me more and more.
When she places her warm hands on my neck, I let out a groan in longing, crushing my mouth to hers while raindrops fall into our hair. The moment her lips part, I capture the offering, deepening the kiss and walking her backward toward the canopy lounger with a glass roof and sheer ivory curtains hanging down the sides. The mattress is covered with electric blankets, and I screech the draping closed so that we’re out of the wind, ensconced in some warmth.
At the foot of the lounge bed, there’s space for us to stand. I pivot Rosa around until her knees hit the bed. Nipping the shell of her ear from behind, I yank her biker jacket and scarf off, leaving her in her tight red blouse and jeans.
Growling, I order, “Take off my clothes, Rosa,”
Without delay, she spins us around and lets my suit jacket drop to the floor. Then she forces me to sit on the edge of the bed, leveling my face with her cleavage. I lunge forward to bite her nipple over the fabric, but she rears back and places her hand flat on my chest, shoving me onto my back.
“Don’t distract me while I’m undressing you.” She straddles my thighs and I steady her hips, pushing my thickening erection against her.
“I intend to only distract you,” I promise in a low tone, sliding my hands up her sides as she hurriedly discards my dress shirt.
Raking her fingernails down my stomach to the V, Rosa unbuckles my belt and circles her hips against me. The friction makes me rock hard, and I groan while edging my thumb over her center.
“God, you’re stunning, Rosa.”
She glances at me shyly, and I urge her on by fondling her succulent breasts. When she shifts downward, I raise my hips as she kneels on the floor to remove my shoes, slacks, and boxer briefs. My dick jumps to attention, and Rosa licks her lips, presenting that dimple, before she takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.
“Fuck. That’s so good.” Tangling my fingers in her hair, I push my hips up and gaze at the rain pounding on the rooftop.
Rosa moans, pleasuring me with her tongue and fisting the base of my cock in the way she knows I love. I’m about to blow, but I’m eager to suck her pussy.
“Not yet.” I tighten my hand in her hair and tug her head back roughly.
Her eyes are bursting with inescapable passion, and I guide her to stand up so that I can step around behind her. Her breath hitches when I wedge down her jeans and lace panties, which she kicks off along with her boots. Impatiently, my palms make their way up the back of her shapely legs, halting at the cheeks of her rounded ass. As she inches her feet apart, I massage and kiss the skin, biting her.
She shrieks, gripping the bedpost and trying to climb onto the bed, but I catch her waist with one hand and rise up behind her. “You’re not going anywhere, Rosa.”
Wrenching open her blouse, I toss it aside and shed her bra so that there’s no barrier between our naked skin, and I nuzzle her satin hair before I stoop low toward my slacks lying on the ground to slide out the brown belt. Then I guide her arms up and tie the belt around her wrists and the bedpost.
Rosa looks back over her shoulder, smiling. “You do like having me in an exposed position.”
“That I do,” I admit, skimming my nails down her back while she’s secured to the post, a delicious package just for me to open.
Bending down, I spread her cheeks apart and lick her once, her spine arching as she pushes against me, and I devour her. By now, I know exactly how to play with her body, and I revel in the way her muscles flex.
“Oh, Logan...” She latches on to the bedpost.
I adore the sounds she makes, so soft. Again, I move upward and shift my hands toward her front, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples as she bows against me. And I take her mouth in a hard kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I slide my cock between her legs from behind.
Since I’m almost thrusting into her, I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, grunting with the hunger she entices in me, and reach up to release the belt before I lose control and shove inside her welcoming heat; tying her up is too dangerous.
As I sit on the center of the bed, Rosa arranges herself on my lap with her knees on either side of my hips. Her hot core is resting on me, and she circles herself over me as I glide my iron-hard erection against her wet pussy. Then I guide her hand down to pump me before my palm slides down her spine toward her pussy, and I rub her fiercely.
Leaning forward, I suck one nipple as she arches on my lap, panting for me while I shove my finger into her from behind.
The elements rustle around us while our bodies writhe together, mimicking the act of sex. I’m throbbing to be inside her, but I honor the promise I made and hold back, although that possessive urge that I’m unaccustomed to increases. Only this time, it’s more powerful.
While cupping her breast, I lie down, and she shifts forward slightly, pressing her wetness all over the length of my cock as the smell of sex drenches the air.
“Oh, Logan, I’m going to come,” she moans, the sweet vice of her legs locked over my hips.
So I seize her sides, and Rosa digs her nails into my pecs, stroking my cock with her pussy as she rides me without letting me inside. I feel her touch in every nerve ending as we lock eyes, the delicious bite of her fingernails on my skin.
“Cricket, fuck!” My balls tighten, my body quakes, and I let out a shout, watching her writhe on me. I come in violent spurts on my stomach, helpless to resist the animalistic desire she stokes in me.
Then I press my cock against her, rubbing the head over her clit. Her breasts bounce, and she throws her head back.
“Ah, yes!” she pants, rotating her hips over my dick and collapsing forward, resting on me.
I hold her with an arm around her middle as I stroke her back, the pouring rain coming down on the glass roof. The sound is as soothing as having her in my embrace. Once more, without having fucked, I’m more satisfied than I’ve been in years.
For a long time, we lie in this position, letting our breathing settle until, of course, one of our phones interrupts us. With a groan, Rosa moves off me and retrieves her device, lying on her back next to me. Yet I snatch it from her hands.
“Hey!” she protests and dives on top of me while I capture her wrists in one hand as she tries to get her phone back.
“You’re mine when we’re here,” I tell her, unlocking the camera.
She smiles. “Fine, I’ll put it on vibrate.”
“No, right now, I want to commemorate this moment.” Releasing her hands, I take a picture of her sitting naked on me before they fly up to cover her exquisite breasts.
“Stop it. No naked pictures!”
“It’s your phone. You can delete them.”
“Fine
.” Lightning fast, she grabs it from my hands and steals a few pictures of me, aiming lower toward my groin.
“That’s enough”—I bracket my arms around her waist and roll her back onto the bed—“I think you have your cock-shot.” Laughing, I rain kisses down her throat and collarbone until time melts away, and we shift under the electric blanket to spend the night together in secret – yet again.
Nonetheless, a pesky need to possess her grows with each encounter. She awakens the best and worst longings in me.
CHAPTER 21
Rosalia
Logan and I meet often on the rooftop where he worships my body. I discover glimpses of the man he truly is, and he conquers the last piece of my heart. In other words, I fall madly in love, although that love also brings out a new set of emotions, one of which is frequently jealousy.
More importantly, we haven’t discussed us. It’s a question that plagues my brain while he and I establish a routine that would imply we’re a couple.
On the other hand, I’ve been reluctant to press Logan for a commitment until Mykhail and Adam are safe. Currently, I believe the Syndicate is on Dimitri’s trail because Logan has been away more often during this last week of December. Once Dimitri is caught, I can confess to Logan about my friendship with Mykhail and Adam.
Mykhail and I have taken care of Adam together for weeks now. They’ve been safe in their apartment while I provide them food whenever I’m not being tailed. I’ve grown so attached to them both that I can’t risk confiding in Logan until I know for sure that he’ll help me.
I’m not naïve anymore – I understand how cold-blooded the Syndicate men can be and how ruthless Logan could probably be now that he’s head Capo. I’ve seen how much respect all the guards and soldiers treat him with these days, and it’s the same way they treat Adriano and Luca; like royalty.
Yet this also marks a change in Logan. He’s becoming extra controlling and darker, demanding more from me while he doesn’t surrender his own heart. His dominance is accompanied by a gentleness he only shows when he’s with me, though. And as a result, I’ve become smitten. But without love, I don’t want to fuck him. Albeit my resolve is breaking every time he seduces me with his wicked touch.
On Christmas Eve, after another rendezvous on the rooftop’s terrace, I throw my brush into my purse and dig out the bottle of my favorite perfume. Shaking the almost-empty bottle, I spray it on and disguise Logan’s scent on my skin, which I’d rather not do, but I have to meet with my family later tonight.
As I’m seated on the edge of the bed, Logan stands in front of me, tucking his dress shirt back into his slacks while studying me.
Feeling the need to know more about his state of mind, I ask softly, “What’s this between us, Logan?”
His movement stops for a second, and he tilts his head. “What do you mean?” Confusion makes him even more handsome.
“I don’t do casual sex, as you know. Where’s this going?” I wave my hand between us.
“I know you don’t do casual sex.” Smiling, he squats down before me and cradles the side of my face, his thumb tracing my dimple. “Your honesty is refreshing, but I’m not a boy, Rosa. I won’t play games with you. I’m not sure where this is going, but I can recognize someone special when I meet her. I told you that you were trouble, but you’re my trouble.” He sifts his fingers in my hair in a possessive manner. “But we have to be careful. I don’t think anyone would support the idea of you and me right off the bat. It puts me at risk.”
“How so?”
“You don’t know a lot of Syndicate business, Rosa, but you do know that your father was the boss before Adriano, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, under James’s regime, it was forbidden for members to date his daughters. So when he decided to step down from being the boss, Luca and Adriano used that to their advantage to make James accept Adriano and Cam as a couple. Adriano offered to become boss, after that, he outranked James anyway. However, your father had selfish motives.”
I never knew those details. Either way, my parents won’t be jumping for joy since Logan isn’t a traditional Italian man.
“He’s much more protective of you than he is of Cam, obviously, since you’re still a virgin.”
“Does that bother you?”
The corner of his mouth quirks up. “No, but I ache to be inside you. And it will happen,” he vows in a tantalizing tone I adore before giving me a hard kiss. “But about James; if he didn’t want to resign and benefit from Adriano’s promotion, he would’ve never accepted him and Cam being together. Adriano’s even told me that, and Adriano is like a son to him. I’m no one to your father.”
I do realize how violent my father can be and don’t want to tell anyone about Logan and me unless I’m positive he’s committed to me. “I guess we should keep it a secret for a bit longer then.”
“Probably,” he agrees, even though he doesn’t seem totally pleased about that fact.
Since he has a lot of power, he’s not used to having to sneak around, yet we can’t just do what we want in this treacherous mafia world.
When I suddenly detect a vibrating noise, Logan reaches inside his pocket and brings his phone up to his ear.
“Yes...Where?!” he barks and snatches his jacket from the mattress. “Do not let Dimitri Medlov out of your sight.” Logan ends the call and says to me as he throws on his suit jacket, “I have to go. We’ve found Dimitri.” He pecks me right beneath my earlobe.
“Be careful,” I mutter after him.
“I will. I’ll call you later,” he states before he runs out.
Hurriedly, I rummage through my purse for my phone and contact Mykhail.
“Rosalia?”
“They’ve found your father.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. I’m going to stay at Club 7 as long as I can. I’ll contact you when I know more.”
“Okay. If they catch him, this hiding can finally be over,” he says with relief in his tone.
“Yeah. Let’s hope they get him.” I click end and head downstairs to Club 7 to wait for Logan while anxiety fills me.
CHAPTER 22
Logan
I’m in my convertible, talking on my blue tooth with Adriano and Luca, who are in the vehicle behind me. Going toward the Chicago River, I follow a black SUV with tinted windows that’s being escorted out of the police precinct by two more cars.
Adriano wonders, “Those are not FBI or CIA vehicles. Who the fuck is guarding him? The secret service?”
That’s a question for later. I come upon an intersection and brake for the line at the stoplight. On my right, I see our third Syndicate vehicle – being driven by Capo John – at the red light, ready to hit the black SUV as we planned.
“I’m going to block one car, and John is targeting the second car, which is escorting Medlov,” I inform them and switch lanes, adding, “Take the left lane now. John’s going to hit Medlov’s car.”
When the light turns green, I step on the gas and yank my steering wheel to the right. Tires screech as I smash the other car, forcing it sideways.
Meanwhile, John crashes into the rear of Medlov’s SUV as it crosses the intersection, but the driver manages to keep control of the vehicle and escapes, speeding straight ahead. I catch Adriano chasing the SUV, and the traffic explodes with honking horns as they’re stuck in the intersection with the first escort trapped in the middle of it. John flees the scene as well, and I trail the second escort for two blocks until I lose them.
At that moment, my phone beeps with an incoming message.
Adriano: I have Dimitri and ended two men that were with him. Send a soldier to West Monroe Street to clean up the crime scene. And you meet me at Club 7 underground.
I shoot a message to one of my best soldiers to clean the street and dispose of the black SUV immediately. Then I speed back to Club 7.
***
In the underground club area, there are several cells with a bed and a s
mall cabinet that we use to interrogate our enemies. A half hour after I’ve arrived, Adriano barges inside the concrete room where I’ve been waiting to meet him and throws a beaten Dimitri Medlov on the floor. Luca’s behind him, looking much more composed in his charcoal suit.
Just the three of us are in here because Adriano has plans for Dimitri and he’s only keeping the higher ranks involved. For the first time, I get to see the boss exercising his brutality, and he sucks me down with him. Luca and I stand back as Adriano exacts his revenge. He’s vicious after he’s had to live with Cam in a coma for almost eight weeks now.
“See, the problem is that you don’t have a wife I can kill – that would make us even in my opinion,” Adriano sneers as he wrestles with Medlov and shoves him onto the bed. Then he takes out an iron tongue tearer from the cabinet in the corner of the room. “So my only other option is indeed death. Or, a lifelong period of torture, torture, and more torture, which I think is a befitting punishment for you.” He orders to me, “Wade, hold his fucking mouth open.”
Calmly, I place one knee on the mattress and cup Dimitri’s cheeks, forcing his mouth open.
“You brought me to the brink of insanity, and I went over the edge two months ago. And now, you want to talk to the police, FBI, or CIA and ruin me?” Adriano sets the iron scissors around his tongue and tightens the screw until the rough grippers latch on to it.
Dimitri’s grey teary eyes widen so that the whites are entirely visible. While clenching his jaw, Adriano crudely tears his tongue out as Dimitri’s deafening howls ricochet off the walls.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumble, holding my grip.
“How are you going to talk without your tongue, Medlov?” Adriano wrenches his head back and flings the device with his tongue on the floor. “Perhaps I should cut off your hands as well?”
Luca comes closer, slamming one of Dimitri’s wrists onto the bed. Then he takes a knife from his back pocket and smiles cruelly at him. “We warned you not to anger us.” And he slices the blade across Dimitri’s wrist, not deep, but enough to leave a burning trail on his skin, which it clearly does, because he spits blood and starts to lose consciousness.
