by Soraya Naomi
“Just a joint,” she answers and smiles. “It’s good stuff. I missed you.” And she mouths to me, “I’m still horny.” Her arms twist around his neck as she hangs onto him.
He kisses her right below the ear and whispers something, causing her to laugh. “Is Rosalia okay?”
“Yes, she’s fine. Just sleeping,” I reply, feeling so dreamy.
Luca lifts up Rosalia and lays her on the couch inside.
Fallon leans down to me. “Don’t come in for twenty minutes.” She winks and stumbles after Luca.
“Well, they’ll be busy,” I murmur to Adriano, cocking my knee up and letting my skirt fall down my thigh.
Adriano shifts closer and sinks down on the lounger. I light the joint again and offer it to him.
He accepts it and inhales. “Are you cold?”
“No.”
He brings the joint to his lips again, breathes in and holds it, then crushes it in the ashtray and leans in close to my lips. I open my mouth as he exhales, and I suck in the smoke from him before he sits back with the hard heat of his hand on my thigh.
My eyes are only half-lidded, but I still notice his tousled state. “What happened?” I wave my hand up and down his wrinkled and stained white dress shirt and pants.
“Nothing important.”
“Always the mystery, Adriano Montesi.”
He angles his body toward me and slides his palm down my thigh, his thumb almost touching me between my legs. “I’m not a mystery to you, Cam.”
“Yes, you are, always have been. You’ve always kept me at arm’s length. I don’t even know where you live. Who are your parents? You mentioned a brother and sister once. Sometimes, I felt I knew every little thing you were thinking, and sometimes, I felt as if you were a stranger.” I look straight at him. “It still feels like that now too.”
He stares at me with a solemn expression.
The fog wrapping around my head is thickening, and I keep feeling like I’m floating, yet I’m so aware of our point of contact because when he touches me, blood rushes feverishly through my veins.
I keep talking and talking. “I didn’t like you at first.”
A grin flashes across his face. “I knew that.”
“But I couldn’t stay away.” My fingers trace down his chest, and I feel his muscles ripple beneath my exploration.
“You’re very talkative.” He beams and adds, “And high as a kite.”
“How can you tell?”
“Your eyes are tiny slits and red, and your cheeks have a rosy blush.” His finger trails down one cheek. “I live in the Astoria Tower, about ten minutes from here. My sister lives with my parents in the same building, and I also have a younger brother, Carmine.”
“Why didn’t you ever take me to your home?” I ask.
“I don’t know.”
“Is it a shag pad?”
He barks out a laugh but doesn’t answer.
“Why do you always push me away but then reel me back in?”
“Because you pull me to you. You keep enticing me and”—he looks at me pointedly—“you know it.”
I don’t shy away from his gaze and stroke my fingers through his hair as he bends forward.
“But we can’t go back to how it was. If you can’t be with me, then you need to leave me alone.” The drugs have given me a lot of boldness to speak my mind, and it feels liberating. “We can’t keep doing this. It will kill my spirit. You’ll break my heart. You already are with this distance.”
“You’ll never deny me, Cam,” he counters arrogantly and without remorse.
And therein lies the problem. I’ll never deny him, because he obliterates my resolution the moment he’s in my sphere. “Are you still mad about Damian and Santino?”
“Yes.” He grips my thigh. “I want to throttle and spank you.”
“Maybe I’d like that.”
He smirks as we both remember how roughly we used to fuck.
“But I also want to fuck them out of your mind, preferably in your ass.” His jaw clenches as he sends me a smoldering look.
“They were never in my mind. It’s always been you. You obsess my mind, and you know that,” I admit and flatten a palm on his chest. “But your pride prevents you from accepting that truth. I’m sorry. I can’t erase what happened with Damian, but I can make it better. Just give me the chance, and we’ll find a way around James somehow. I’m a grown woman.”
“I have too much going on now, Cam; Security Simplicity and Syndicate business that needs my full attention. I’m not sure it’s smart.”
My eyes are becoming weary, and it’s hard to focus. “Then I don’t know what to say anymore.” Even through my state of ecstasy, I feel the cracks materializing in my soul.
We stare at one another without words. Because the words have been spoken, and he refuses to budge.
I wonder what it is that lures me to him. “You’re too damn handsome for your own good,” I mumble. “What did you think of me when we first met?”
I pause as he lifts one of my legs over his lap. Now he’s sitting sideways between my legs, one cocked on the lounger behind his back and the other draped over him as he slithers his palms up and down my foot, shin, and knee.
He gazes straight ahead, massaging my leg. “When I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.”
My brows shoot up, but when he grins at me, I frown, waiting for him to add a joke.
“See, you do know me,” he states.
I tilt my head sideways in question.
“You’re waiting for a snarky comment.”
I nod with a smile.
“I’d better live up to my reputation then.” His hand roams up my thigh, over the flare of my hip. “The night we met, I imagined your perfect little breasts gripped in both my palms while my face was buried between your legs until you came on my tongue, quivering, over and over again.”
Oh dear god, this is what attracts me to him. With a few looks, or touches, or words, he can have me squirming under his spell.
“Aren’t you still mad at me?” he asks and stops caressing my legs.
“Yes,” I moan from the loss.
“No, you’re not. You’re too stoned to be angry with me.” His movement starts again.
“Shut up,” I mutter, unconvincingly.
“Do you want me to make you feel better?” He kneels up on the lounger faster than my fuzzy brain can process.
My legs snap shut. “No! You’ll leave me hanging again.”
He pries my legs apart easily and yanks me forward from behind my knees, covering my body with his. Then he spreads my legs with his thighs, resting his forearms next to my ears. “Stop thinking.”
I halt him when he’s an inch above my face with my palm flat on his chest. “You should take your own advice.”
His eyes are full of desire and expectation. “Yes, ma’am.”
His lips curve up, and he covers them over mine as he massages my breast. And he easily unbuttons my blouse with one hand while ravishing my mouth. I passionately play with his tongue and grip his hair in both fists as our mouths slant over each other.
“Don’t you want to take that risk?” he asks, breathing harshly.
I’ll definitely take the risk of him leaving me hanging. “Yes.” I’m so hot and want him so badly, nothing else matters.
“Good girl.” He grinds his growing arousal against me, and an arm locks around my waist when I bow my back. “You’ll never deny me.”
His taunts excite me, and the fog in my thoughts dissipates. “Fuck you.”
“You wish.”
Our bodies melt together as our hands can’t get enough of each other. I cup the bulge in his pants and a hiss escapes through his teeth. Adriano bites my lower lip while I moan into his mouth and am swept away in the sensation of his kiss that I’ve waited so long for. I unbuckle his belt and pull out his dress shirt. My hand winds around his hard cock, and his forehead rests on mine.
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nbsp; “Ah, Cam!” He explores my sides, shoulders, and neck, unable to refuse me either.
“I want you,” I whisper and circle the head of his shaft with my thumb.
“You don’t deserve my cock yet.” Nonetheless, he thrusts forward into my hand. “But I’ll fuck you with my tongue because I can’t seem to deny you anymore either.”
Oh god, yes please!
He kisses me hard on the lips and nips his way down my throat. My blouse is hanging open, and my skirt is hiked up to my hips. Adriano traces my red lace bra with his tongue while looking up at me. He leaves a hot, wet trail down my stomach and edges my panties down my legs, nuzzling the strip of hair and tracing my folds, and then his mouth covers my center roughly.
“Adriano...” I grip his hair as his hands press on the inside of my thighs.
My entire body wriggles, but he holds me still as he tastes me, over and over. Just like he said he wanted to do after the first night we met. His fingers spread me open, and he flicks his tongue inside. My arms fly over my head, pushing against the lounger, crushing myself against his tongue.
“Yes! Harder,” I urge, the words tangled around a moan.
Adriano groans while he sucks and circles my soft spot and leaves bite marks on my thigh.
I’m so close to coming, rotating my hips while viewing the starry night that’s dancing above me. The pressure builds, but Adriano stops, and my gaze shoots to his.
“Now...Cam...promise me no other man will be allowed to touch you,” he says evenly, pinching me – which sends a jolt of bliss to my breasts.
“You, ass.”
He grins and sits back on his feet, fisting his hard-on.
“Fine. Make me come!” I throw my legs over his thighs.
He shakes his head and rubs the tip of his hard-on up and down my center, watching my wet core. “Say the words.”
“Yes, only you can touch me!” I move my hips, trying to push the tip inside of me.
But Adriano thwacks my hips. “Too greedy.” And pulls back to pump his shaft as he nudges two fingers inside me.
The soles of my feet dig into the cushion, and I arch into his touch as he pleasures himself while thrusting his fingers into me. My body is shoved up and down as the force of his arm moves his fingers inside.
“Fuck, Cam!” he groans, and I see him appraising my body.
Sensational sparks blast in my lower stomach as the flood of frenzy washes over me. “I’m going to come.”
Adriano dips forward, twisting his fingers inside me, and a tidal wave of an orgasm hits me. He smothers my scream with a hard kiss. My eyelids are becoming heavier and heavier, and my body twitches in the aftermath. Adriano’s growling above me. Then I feel him biting my nipple and something wet against my stomach.
Meanwhile, my daze is thickening, and I’m whimpering until...oblivion.
***
My eyes fly open. I’m seeing a starry black sky. I’m instantly wide awake and sit up. But then I feel dizzy and peer around. Fallon is lying on the lounger next to me, eyes closed. Rosalia is still sleeping on the couch inside.
The skin on my thigh pulls when I move, and it’s sticky to the touch.
Adriano came on me and left? What the hell?
Yet I smile when I lie back down, thinking how he literally made me come until I passed out. I press my hand to my flushed cheeks – we’ve finally made progress.
Despite being apart for so long, he’s proven within minutes that he’s still engraved in a special place in my heart reserved only for him.
CHAPTER 24
Adriano
Cam’s writhing on the lounger with her lean legs spread wide apart and my fingers inside her.
Breathing raggedly, I gawk at her bowing body, aching for my own release because I’ve been living like a fucking monk since she’s been back in my life. And my reality outshines the fantasy I’ve built up in my mind.
Her head falls back, and I quickly move forward so her contented loud moan is caught by my mouth. I keep forcefully thrusting my fingers in until I feel her body relaxing, and she groans as I sink my teeth into her nipple. Sitting back on my haunches, I pump my rock-hard cock between her legs and grip her hip. It’s taking all of my willpower to not invade her heat.
She pants with her eyes closed and is flushed with a pearly shimmer of sweat on her skin that has my balls tightening, and I growl, “Cam!”
“Hmmm,” she drawls, and the huskiness in her moan has me letting go and coming in violent spurts between her legs and over her stomach.
She lies perfectly still as my chest heaves from the powerful climax her body evokes. My surmounting lust for her has just tripled. I’ve always taken what I want. And I desperately want to take what she’s willingly offering me, not only her body, but her soul, her heart. She’s presenting herself to me on a silver platter, and I’m close to giving in because she’s etched into a part of me. And I always have her with me wherever I go, whether she’s in my life or not.
“Cam?”
She grunts softly. That’s it.
“Cam?”
Another grunt, so I spank her hip.
Nothing. She fell asleep!
I smirk from satisfaction and silently thank god for the joint. Without it, she wouldn’t have allowed this. She moans as I rub the fluid over her pussy, and I push my finger inside. A possessive urge to brand her as mine flares up. I’m throwing all caution to the wind because I’m tired of fighting my desire for her, and I feel my armor fragmenting with every glance she sends me.
Reality comes crashing down on me, and my chin jerks up when I see Rosalie shifting on the sofa in the living room and continuing her slumber. This is too dangerous. She could’ve woken up, or Luca could’ve caught us.
Yet, with my finger tracing my load over the soft flesh of Cam’s stomach, all I can seem to think about is how I can possibly be with her within the Syndicate.
“Even though I haven’t even felt you with my cock, you’re going to be feeling and thinking of me the second you wake,” I whisper while spreading the liquid between her legs.
Since I can’t seem to kick her out of my mind and soul, I’m on the verge of quitting this losing battle. Nevertheless, I was honest when I told her that I have no idea how we can be together. Instead of leaving the issue at that point, scenarios of how to work around it begin to assemble in my mind. I shake my head and concentrate on the matter at hand because it’s best we don’t get caught out here.
Tucking my shirt back in and buttoning my pants, I look down at Cam’s peaceful sleeping form. A naughty smile plays on her lips, and a need to stay surfaces, but I quell it. I take her lace panties off the floor and fold them into my pocket. Then I adjust her skirt down her legs and button up her blouse.
She’s still on her back, and I sift her hair from her face. After a week of obeying orders while battling my own moods, the anger I had toward her for Damian is subsiding with each day. And her words of promise to make it better are starting to get to me. Eventually, I will have her again.
“Give me some time, Cam. Time to evaluate my options and find a way out for both of us.”
She doesn’t stir, so I press a kiss to her forehead and lean back on the other lounger.
The light behind me in the living room flicks on, and a moment later, Fallon, whose cheeks are flushed, and Luca join me on the terrace.
I covered Cam just in time.
Luca points his finger to me and then gestures out the door before he speaks to Fallon, “Dolcezza, I’ll be back as soon as possible. Adriano and I need to visit Security Simplicity.”
I meet his eyes, astonished that we’re going to SS at this time of night, and he gives an almost unmistakable glare, silently ordering me to withhold questions until we’re alone.
I motion to Cam, and then I order Fallon while she settles on the lounger, “Stay with her. Make sure they drink lots of water when they wake up.”
“Will do. See you later,” Fallon replies as she snatches a bag of chi
ps from the seat next to her.
***
At Security Simplicity, a package from an unknown sender has been delivered, and a security scan has shown that it has some distressing content. We have a few soldiers working there to intercept all deliveries for us. We can’t have the other companies and people on other floors learn of our illegal business. Our soldier scanned the box and contacted Luca late in the afternoon, but with the chaos of the day, he overlooked the message, so now we’re going to SS, even though it’s after ten p.m.
The young soldier waits in our office with a square brown box that’s sitting on my desk.
Luca greets and dismisses him.
Taking the letter opener, I slice the tape on top in one swift motion and pull back the lids. I swallow and show Luca.
“Is it real?” he asks as he peeks inside.
The box contains a ring finger wearing a gold band on a bed of gauze with a crimson halo surrounding it. The gold band is Capo John’s wedding ring. Sal cut off his finger and mailed it to us.
“Shit!” Luca rubs a hand over his jaw.
“He’s going to send him to us limb by limb if we don’t fire back. One of our Capi is being tortured.” I close the box and fall into my leather chair. “We’re waiting too long to form a plan of action. He’s targeting our Syndicate and SS. Fat Sal needs be taken care of. What’s James waiting for?”
“I think he’s wary to proceed because of Cam. She’s a pawn in this game. And he has Henry searching for intel on who’s providing Sal the gadgets that aren’t on the market yet.”
“We assumed she was a pawn, but she’s useless to Sal now. And I think James is being too cautious and letting Cam undermine his judgment. I understand having Henry on it – it could be lucrative to find out who’s providing the gadgets. But now, a mafia war is raging. And this is just the beginning. If John caves under torture, he’s a dead man, and then we’ve lost an influential Capo,” I explain.
Luca unbuttons his suit jacket and grabs his phone. “I’m calling James.” And he puts him on speaker.
“Luca,” James answers.
“It’s Luca and Adriano. We opened a box we received at SS, and it’s John’s ring finger.”
