She dropped the towel revealing her large breasts, full hips, and baby bump. “I need you… I want you to own my body, make it yours, make me beg for it.” She reached for my hands and pressed them to her breasts.
“Need?”
“More than anything.”
I grinned as I rolled her nipples between my fingertips. As badly as I wanted to do as she’d asked, I just wanted to sink deeply inside and let go of every worry that had built up in the time we’d been apart. But this was about satisfying her, so that’s what I’d do.
I walked her to the bed ripping the blankets back and watched as she sank into the satin sheets. She pressed her hands against her breasts and rubbed circles along her hard nipples. Her legs relaxed revealing her perfect pussy. My cock was hard the second my eyes landed there. All I wanted to do was fall to its mercy. I quickly sagged out of my clothes ready to fuck her, but first I dropped between her legs. Spreading her apart, I sank into her warmth bringing my tongue to her entrance; she tasted so good. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue before fucking her with my mouth. I was satisfied as the juices poured from her. She moaned and writhed into my mouth, begging for more.
“I need you,” she begged, pulling my hair.
I was so fucking hard, and as wet as she was I slid in easily. I reached for her breasts as her legs rested against me, taking the force of my thrust. She screamed and panted as she continued to beg me to fuck her harder and harder. I pulled out and forced her to roll over pulling her plump ass into the air. I stroked my dick as I leaned back, watching her juices glisten against her folds.
I sat up on my knees, gripping my cock with one hand and her ass cheek with the other. “Baby, I missed the way you feel.” I slipped into her, sinking all the way in as I gripped her ass with both hands. She pressed into my slow thrust wanting more.
“I need you so badly, Jax,” she cried.
I pressed my fingers into her hips and began pounding into her with force.
“Oh!” she cried.
Harder I forced myself inside of her, feeling her pussy wrapped around my dick. She was tight and hot, bringing me closer to exploding inside of her, but as much as I wanted to get off, I wanted to give her what she needed. I pulled her up and onto my cock fucking her. I wrapped my hands around her chest feeling her breasts; needing to suck on them, I spun her wet body around. Her hair covered her face hiding her eyes from me. I needed to see those eyes. I needed us to see one another, to see what it was we’d felt. I wanted to watch her as I caressed her body inside of my hands. I swept the hair away and pulled her mouth to mine. I violently clutched her hips, moving her back and forth across my dick, barely hanging on as she came all around me, begging for it harder and harder as I pounded her body onto mine with intense force. I fucked her harder as she continued screaming through her orgasm, begging me not to stop. I knew she was gonna come again as her clit rubbed against me every time I shoved inside of her. Another orgasm came coating my dick, and I also gave in to the pleasure exploding inside of her. I pulled her close, holding her silky body against mine as I pushed into her over and over letting go of my orgasm.
She clutched to me and sunk her head into my neck as I finished. “Hold me. Just hold me, please,” she cried, shaking beneath my touch.
“Baby?”
“Don’t… just hold me, please.”
I shifted her body so that I could lay us down easily without her having to release her grip. I’d never seen her like that before. Bella didn’t cry; she didn’t beg me to hold her while she cried because she didn’t cry. To her, crying showed weakness, and she was always hellbent on showing her strength. I never got to see the vulnerability I knew was there, and no matter how many times she’d tried to hide that side of herself, I could always see it hiding in the gray swirls of her eyes. These were all things she just didn’t do, not in front of me.
I ignored the fact that I needed to be taking care of business and pulled the blanket to cover us. She was the only one getting my attention tonight.
“Sleep, baby, sleep.”
CHAPTER FOUR
—Bella—
A hand swept my flesh as I woke into the darkness of my bed. My tummy fluttered knowing it was Jax who lay touching me. I smiled and sank into his hold, my back to his stomach, and his lips to my ear.
“Baby.” His breath was hot.
I smiled reaching for his hair. “It’s so nice to wake up with you here.” He continued sweeping his knuckles over my arm. “What time is it?”
“A little after four,” he answered.
“Can we stay like this another day?” He was silent. “Jax?”
“Bella, I can’t, I’m sorry.”
“I know, but it was a good idea, regardless.” I was an emotional mess lately, and I blamed pregnancy. I wanted Jax to spend time with me. I knew he had a lot going on, what any of that was I hadn’t a clue, but with the Rebecca issue, I just wanted to run away and forget about everything. I wanted him to want that too. But he didn’t.
He took in a deep breath releasing it as his hand left my arm.
“Jax?” I quickly wiped at my cheek and turned into his chest. “Why did you come home, what’s happened?” My eyes had adjusted to the dark allowing me to easily see the outline of his strong features. His eyes turned toward me watching, waiting. I traced a heart across his smooth chest over and over, wishing he would say something—anything, but he didn’t. I eventually gave up on him speaking; I chose to accept the silence and lay my head onto his beating heart. I drew in a breath releasing it into a sigh before I fell asleep once more.
***
My eyes opened, and my heart sank. “Jax?” I woke with his pillow in my arms like I always had when he was missing from our bed.
I searched the brightly lit room not seeing him. I stepped from the bed and padded to the door. “Oh God!” I jumped, slamming it closed having seen a man I didn’t recognize on the other side.
I was wearing only a thin robe. I didn’t think I needed to dress just so that I could open my bedroom door.
I panicked not knowing why an unknown man was standing at my door. I headed for the closet throwing a t-shirt and yoga pants on, skipping the bra and panties altogether.
When I opened the door again, the man was still on the other side. He didn’t speak to me but watched… in a creepy way.
I padded to the stairs taking them quickly. There were men everywhere. I saw two standing next to the front door as I took the last step down. They watched me as well, but I didn’t know who they were.
My heart beat harshly against my chest not seeing anyone I recognized. Was I having a bad dream? “Jax?” I began to call “Jax!” Who were these men in our home?
“Mrs. Moretti?” a gruff voice came from behind.
I quickly turned seeing Wyatt. “Where’s Jax?” I panicked as I reached for his arm, leaning in to whisper. “What’s going on?”
He blinked, confused. “Are you okay?”
I was losing my patience. “Where is my husband, Wyatt?”
“He’s in his office.”
I released his arm and crossed the path of the great room . I didn’t knock or listen to see if I was interrupting. I just swung the door open and entered. Five men sat comfortably inside.
Jax stood immediately. “Bella.” The other men followed suit, standing at the velocity. These men I recognized from the initiation dinner.
I suddenly felt underdressed. “What’s going on?” I asked as the men gawked at me.
“Give me a minute.” The men stood and rustled out into the hall. Jax reached the door, locking it behind them. “I was in a meeting; what’s the problem?”
“What’s the problem? You can’t keep me in the dark any longer, Jax. I’ve put up with a lot; a lot of crap has gone down, and I’ve dealt with it all. I’m not a doll, Jax, you can’t—” He pulled me into his chest.
“Okay, I get it, I really do, but it’s so much worse than I thought.”
I stilled wit
h panic looking up at him. “Jax, you’re scaring me.” I gripped his shirt in my closed fists.
He pressed my head against his chest and rested his cheek on my head. “I need you to sit down.” He released me, and I sat cautiously with knots turning in my stomach. I watched as he called someone. “Get Bella some tea and a croissant!” He flung the phone on the desk.
I watched as it slid, and I stopped it with my hand just before it reached the edge. “I don’t want tea. I need for you to talk to me, to be honest for once.”
His reddened eyes drew together as he took in a deep breath. He was so handsome as he stood in front of the desk freshly showered in his tailored suit. “You need to eat. You’ve barely eaten anything for a week.”
“How do you know what I’ve eaten?”
“Why do you ask so many damn questions?”
I was scared. I’d seen Jax angry. I’d seen him in the midst of wanting to rip someone’s heart from their chest, but this wasn’t that. This was fear and that, I just hadn’t seen before.
I sat cautiously as Jax stirred. “Boss.” Someone knocked. He walked to the door, unlocking it so that Wyatt could set the tray down.
He pointed to the butter pastry and demanded, “Eat.”
I sighed and reached for the croissant, taking a small bite. “Okay, now it’s your turn,” I ordered after swallowing.
He sat across from me fidgeting then stood and poured himself a full glass of Brandy. He shook his head and took back all the contents in the crystal glass.
I lay the croissant on the small plate and pushed it away. Morning sickness was upon me, and I couldn’t eat another bite without wanting to vomit. “What’s happening? Is it Rebecca?” He stared, giving nothing away. “Russians?” His jaw clenched. “It’s the Russians? Cause I can't imagine why you’d allow strange men to guard our bedroom and see me practically naked.”
“Who the fuck saw you naked?” He leaned into the desk pushing it forward. “Tell me!” The veins in his neck pulsed.
I held my arms over my chest shook by his notable rage. “Please, calm down.”
“Who. The. Fuck. Saw you naked, Bella?”
“Oh for fuck sake, Jax, the guard! The guy you have at the bedroom door. I opened it wearing a robe.” He stood and swung the door open and left the room.
I took a deep breath ready to chase after him. “Jax!”
“Bella!” Sal entered the office, stopping me from leaving.
“Jax is gonna kill that guy.”
“I don’t know what the boss is doin’. All I do know is that he wants you to stay in here.”
“I can’t do this anymore, Sal. Ignorance is how I live my life. I know nothing.”
“You’ve got to relax, you have a baby to worry about now.”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“Eat.” He nodded toward the plate.
I stepped closer to the desk. “Why are those guys here, Sal?” I knew he wouldn’t give anything up, but I wanted to try.
“Just listen to Jax; he wants to protect you, we all do.”
“From what?” I threw my hands out in frustration.
We sat in silence for several minutes, him watching me and me watching my toes press into the side of the desk.
“Get out!” Jax flung the door open and closed it once Sal had left.
“Please don’t tell me you hurt that guy.” He paced the room breathing heavily. He was losing his shit. “Please talk to me.”
“I’m trying, God, I’m fucking trying.” He shook his head, took a deep breath, and reached for my cheeks.
“It’s okay. Whatever it is, we can work through it.” I pressed my palm to his chest.
He watched me, his eyes reddened from violent anger. “Bella, I’m scared. I’m fucking terrified I can’t protect you.”
My heart sank—plummeted—to my stomach. “Jax, what’s happening?”
His breathing was harsh. “Sit.”
“You’re scaring the shit out of me, Jax,” I said, falling into the closest chair.
He sat next to me and pulled me close. “For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.” He reached for my hands as his elbows pressed into his thighs.
Prickles covered my entire body, and I jumped when a knock came at the door. “Boss, your parents are in the air,” someone said through the door. His head fell with relief.
“Thank God.”
“Your brothers are here as well.”
“I’ll be out shortly.”
“Yes, sir.”
I reached for his cheek turning his attention to me once again. “Are your parents in danger?”
“Everyone’s in danger, baby.”
“Spill it! NOW!”
His tongue swept his lips while his eyes wandered my face. “There’s nothing in this world I love more than you. I love you; I worship you—” He swept his tongue along his lips again.
I heard the ‘but’ even if he hadn’t said it. “But?” I asked.
A nervous chuckle came from his chest as he looked between my eyes and hands. “But I’ve betrayed you.”
My heart pounded with worry. “How?” I asked through building tears I couldn’t control any longer. Was it Rebecca? Did he want her?
“Your father, Bella. He came to me awhile ago before he died. Told me some heavy shit about you.”
“My father? What… what did he tell you?”
He swallowed and stood, releasing my hands. Another nervous chuckle left his lips. “But until today I didn’t know your father hadn’t actually had the correct information. He’d been lied to, at least that’s what I think,” he said, shaking his head as if he was putting the pieces together, one by one as he ignored me.
I stood, ready to scream. “What the hell is going on?”
He shook his head. His eyes were ready to burst, and his vein throbbed on the side of his head. “You were never Anthony’s daughter.”
“Jax?” I clung to the desk. “I—”
He once again led me to the chair. I sat down and quickly swallowed a drink of tea.
“He told me that a Russian prince came to him and asked him to protect his daughter from some people. He figured you’d be safe and easily fit into Anthony’s family.”
“That’s a fucking lie!”
He shook his head. “Baby, I wouldn’t lie to you. I’d never lie to you about somethin’ like this, ever.”
A tear fell in the silence of the room. “Go on.” I jutted my chin forward.
“Don’t get me wrong, he loved you as if you were his.” A gruff laugh came from the back of his throat. “Trust me, I know love when I see it.”
“Where’s this Prince now?”
“He was assassinated shortly after Anthony took you in. So until he died, he spent his life protecting you inside of his empire.”
“I was in danger? I don’t understand.”
“No, baby, you are in danger. I got a letter today through one of the guards downstairs.” He stood and pulled it from his pocket. “This is the reason I’ve brought everyone in, the reason I’ve sent my parents away.” He set it in my sweaty palm after I’d open my hand flat.
I slowly unwrapped the square of paper seeing the written words but not believing them. As my eyes swept the sentences, I’d began reading it all over again, the words not making any sense to me.
“What is this? What does this mean?” I lifted my eyes from the paper.
Jax leaned forward, holding his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
CHAPTER FIVE
—Bella—
“This can’t be real! There’s no way!” I stood, watching the crease above his brows and the vein that throbbed on his temple. I viciously shook my head unable to believe what I’d just read. “Jax, I-I need a drink.” I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. “This is how you’ve betrayed me? By not telling me this secret?”
He pressed his mouth into his hands and nodded. “Yeah.” The word was muffled. “I knew, and I kept it from you.”
He stood, slipping his jacket off. “I had the best intentions though. He said under no circumstances could you find out.”
I dropped my eyes to the paper once again. “I don’t understand how this could happen.”
“Your father didn’t know. He was lied to, but he only wanted what was best. I want you to remember that.”
I read the words again trembling as their meaning sunk into my conscious.
Jax Moretti,
Return my daughter or you and your entire family will meet your God. You can do nothing to stop what will happen if she’s not returned.
Ivan Mikhailov
“Who is this?”
“He’s the Russian boss, the big guy; the one who decides if you live or die.”
“But you’re the boss here. Make him stop, make this”—I shook the paper toward Jax—“make this go away, Jax.” He reached for my hand and pulled me to his chest again. “Tell him I don’t want to go. Because I’m not going, I won’t leave you.” I panicked.
“No, you’re not going anywhere.”
“This is why everyone’s here?”
“Yes, but we’re all leaving in a few hours.”
I leaned away from his chest. “We’re running away? Jax, we have a life here.”
“This man”—Jax ripped the paper from my hand and lifted it to me—“had his daughter taken from him. What would you do to get Ennio back from someone who took him from you? Because I know exactly what I’d do.”
“I’d kill them.”
“Yes, and that’s what he’ll do as well.”
“Becca? She…”
His head was lowered, but he lifted his eyes to me knowing what I was asking. “She was working for him. Hell, I don’t even know what she planned to gain from all of this, or what it was she was doing in the first place. I think she was acting as a mole. He knew she could get close to us.”
“Is she really my sister?”
“Unfortunately, Anthony Sagatori is her father, but it doesn’t matter now. She’s a traitor in the eyes of the family. Blood or no blood.”
“My father”—I cleared my throat—“he cheated on my mother?”
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