The Priest: Bratva Blood Five: (A Dark Mafia Romance)
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I raise one brow, not sure what she means.
“Those men got that money from ill-gotten ventures. All of them. I couldn’t be with a man like that. You’re honorable, Priest. You served your country. You’re a protector. A soldier.”
“Sailor,” I say automatically.
She giggles. “Sorry, sailor. The thing is, you’re everything to me, and I’m glad you don’t have mob money. You saved me, damn it, twice. I’ve told my father that after this money he’s given me, I don’t want anymore. No allowances. Nothing. We make our own way in the world, Priest. You and me.”
Christ, I love her.
Her father is lucky he managed to create such a beautiful soul because he’s not one himself. He is, however, trying to mend his ways. The women he saved are all back home, and he’s pushing the Allianz down a less vicious route. He’s also helping Stamatis and his crew investigate exactly how much of a threat the Polish faction will be moving forward.
I lift Roze’s hand to my face and kiss my ring on her finger. She never did let me buy her a diamond. Says she doesn’t want one, and she likes the simple silver. It’s just another thing I love about her.
We reach our house, and she looks up at me, through her thick lashes. “I was bad earlier today.”
“Oh, yeah?” My dick perks up at this news.
“So very bad. I ate all the chocolates. None left for you.”
“You know what that means?”
She enters the kitchen, throws me an arch glance over one shoulder, and then bends slowly over the kitchen table. Her ass is in the air in the tight jeans she’s wearing as she puts her arms out in front of her and turns her cheek.
Goddamn, she’s perfect.
I go to her and smooth my hand over her ass, over her hip, and then kick the door closed behind me.
I don’t want everyone to hear her scream when she comes for me.
“Take your jeans off,” I order her.
She does so, and I smile as she pushes the denim off her legs. She isn't wearing panties. I ordered her not to, loving the idea of her in the meeting all wet, with the denim rubbing against her, keeping her on edge. I’d gone down on her for twenty minutes before we left the house, but I didn’t let her come.
“Let me see that pussy,” I order.
She spreads her legs further, and I crouch down. I part her with my fingers. “So wet for me. I bet you’ve been like this the whole time, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Priest,” she gasps.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need your cock. Please.” She begs.
I decide not to torment her further. She did well keeping it together in the meeting, and she deserves a reward.
I kneel behind her and suck her pussy into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” She bucks against me, and her wetness floods my senses.
I work her hard and fast, as desperate for this as she is.
She whimpers and her legs shake, so I stop. Unbuckling my belt, I push my jeans down roughly and line myself up.
I thrust into her in one smooth stroke, and her toes come up off the floor as she turns to look at me.
“Head down,” I order, pushing her cheek gently onto the table.
Her hands try to get a purchase on the worn wood as I fuck her brutally.
She’s panting, her mouth parted, and soft cries are being knocked out of her every time I bottom out.
Wanting to come, needing it, I reach around her and pinch her clit.
She cries out long and low as she spasms around me, milking my own release as I fill her with my seed.
After, when my senses come back to me, I help her up, and we pull our clothes back into place, stopping three times to kiss the hell out of one another.
“I’m tired now,” she says. “I think I need a nap. Care to join me?”
After fucking Roze, sleeping with her is my next favorite thing. I sleep like the dead. A peaceful, wonderful sleep I hadn’t known for the longest time.
“Sounds like a plan,” I tell her.
We hold hands and head up the stairs together.
Cole – South America
I take the binoculars from Target and look for myself. My heart hits my throat. Fuck. I can’t breathe. In front of me, surrounded by children, reading to them, is Pamela.
“It’s her, right?” Target says.
“Fucking yes, it’s her.”
I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The woman I’ve been looking for is alive and well. Why hasn’t she tried to get away?
I look again. She seems happy. She’s laughing and smiling. Her face glows.
A man comes out of the tent and runs his hand over her hair. It’s possessive, proprietorial.
My stomach sinks. Did I just spend months chasing a ghost? The Pamela I knew would've never willingly lived with a tribe that’s become a gang and now runs drugs. Never.
As the man kisses her cheek, I turn away.
“What do you want to do?” Target asks.
I set my jaw.
“We go in and extract the hostage,” I say.
I’m getting Pamela back and when I do, she better have a damn good explanation for this.
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