Blood and Secrets 2_The Calvetti Crime Family

by Rose Harper

  “Make me.”

  Striding toward her, my pulse flutters wildly, anticipating the thought of what’s to come. She’s going to be mine, and I’m not going to rest until I ruin her for everyone else. “With pleasure.”

  Without stopping, I swoop low, in my three-piece tailored-to-fit-me suit and hoist her over my shoulders. She feels as light as a feather as her waist settles on my shoulders and her hands press flat against my lower back. Nothing is going to stop me this time. I’ll kill anyone who’s stupid enough to try.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, I’m to my bedroom, shoving the door open within minutes. My hands tighten around her legs as I kick the door closed behind me, strutting over to the bed. Throwing her, a squeal flies from her parted lips as she lands on the bed with a bounce, then two, then three, before settling with her hands down on the mattress beside her.

  “Fucking me over standing up to your father is disgusting. I didn’t know you had a fetish for daddies,” she says with an evil grin.

  “No, I just have a fetish for slits that show no fear, stand their ground, and buck against me even when I threatened them. Forget all that other shit, because it’s asinine at the moment. What I want you to do now is strip out of those clothes. You have sixty seconds, or you’ll lose any piece of clothing you have left. I’m past caring. Past the goddamn buildup. My cock will be balls deep inside that lovely cunt of yours regardless if you’re ready or not.”

  It’s an empty threat, and we both know it. I can smell her arousal from here, and it’s driving me fucking insane. This has been a long time coming, and I’m through waiting anymore. All the bullshit of the wedding, murder, and shooter doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is I’m hard as a goddamn rock, and I’m through with this back-and-forth with her.

  I thought it was just me. That I imagine things when I was around her, but I don’t. I’m in a constant state of arousal when she’s near, and she only fans the flames of my desire for her when she’s a feisty little bitch.

  Well, no more. She can be feisty all she wants. But she’ll be feisty choking on my cock.

  “Forty-five,” I say, deliberately miscalculating, as I divest myself of my clothing.

  “Forty,” I growl when she makes no move to strip.

  She thinks I’m playing. I’ll rip a hole right through the leather pants and fuck her with her clothes on.

  “That’s not fair!” she cries out, jumping to her knees.

  “Thirty.”

  I can practically hear the gears turning in her mind as she watches me undress for her. There’s fire in her eyes and a flush to her cheeks. She can pretend this doesn’t affect her all she wants, but it does. I’d bet my right nut right now that she’s wet, horny, and thinking about all the things I’m going to do to her.

  “If we do this, you can’t get all clingy protective on me,” she whispers, unzipping her top. “If we do this, you have to still be the asshole or things will get weird.”

  “Twenty seconds, Carina. Ticktock,” I murmur, finally sliding the last piece of offending clothing off my body—my boxers.

  “Ten seconds.”

  Her throat bobs as she hurries, stripping down to her thong in mere seconds flat. Her chest has a gorgeous crimson glow, rising and falling fast as her eyes firmly stay glued to my engorged shaft. Wrapping my fingers around myself, I give a few strokes, never once taking my eyes off her gorgeous frame. Her plump breasts, taut, achingly hard nipples, and curves that are begging to feel my touch.

  “Lie down.”

  The longer she stares at me, the more her pupils dilate as she settles into position. Budging her legs apart, my cock jerks as I spy the scrap of lace drenched in nothing but her juices, begging me to take a taste of the paradise at the apex of her thighs. Flicking my head toward the offending scrap of material, I watch, fascinated, as she grabs them at the base of her hip, ripping them off her.

  She’s fully exposed to my gaze, vulnerable to my every goddamn whim, and I’m salivating at the thought of taking her over the edge with me.

  Climbing onto the bed, I kneel in front of her, watching as her body quakes with my nearness. It’s hard not to show her the raging emotions blundering through me. Hard to stay completely calm when all I want is to allow the beast free of his cage.

  Moving in between her thighs, I reach between us and rub the head of my cock along her slit, watching as her wetness coats the crown. It’s delicious, sinful—so fucking wrong, yet so right. Rubbing her clit, I watch silently, transfixed, as her eyes roll back in her head. She’s aching for this. So close, her body has given up all thought of decency.

  It’s fucking perfect.

  Leaning forward, I take her nipple into my mouth, pinching the other as my tongue rolls over and over the pebbled bud. Her fingers tunnel through my hair, gripping tightly—so tight the sensations cause my cock to release a drop of precum onto the top of her naked, slick pussy. It causes me to slide against her easier, filthy—the thought we’re grinding together with my seed on her is so damn dirty, yet … God, I can’t even describe it.

  I’m on the cusp of entering her. On the cusp of putting both of us out of our misery. But the taste of her flesh is just as orgasmic as the feel of her heat pressed against the underside of my cock. I want to brand her, force her to take every goddamn inch of me.

  “Mateo, just …” she gasps, rolling her hips. “Just fucking do it.”

  “Do you want me, Carina?” I ask, grinding into her.

  “Please,” she groans, arching her back.

  “You keep twisting that sexy body around while you’re under me, I won’t be responsible for how hard I take that cunt of yours.”

  “Just fucking do it,” she growls.

  I’m so worked up, I’m about to rip apart at the seams. Precum is a steady drizzle, slowly sliding down the underside of me as I grind into her. Her face twists in euphoric bliss as I pass the crown of my head over her clit again, then again, and again—making her take everything I have to give her and more before the final plunge.

  Lifting away from her, I watch as my cock slides against her skin. Take in her legs quivering beside me, and her stomach shuddering from the feel of my cock sliding against her little nub. Her breath hitches inside her chest as I pick up speed; moans and cries of pleasure reverberate off the walls.

  Sweat peppers my back as the heat from her skin swirls with mine. It’s not until her tiny fingers wrap around my dick, squeezing, that I almost lose it all. Her hands wrapped around my engorged member is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. A tingle races up my spine, as a shudder wreaks havoc on my body. She pulls from root to tip, wringing groan after groan out of me, forcing me closer to the point of no return.

  Reaching over, I grab a condom to sheath myself. Ripping the foil with my teeth as I spy her hands wandering across the flesh of her thighs, stomach, and breasts. Her mouth falls into an O as her fingers pinch those lovely little rose buds resting atop her firm tits.

  “You’re fucking killing me,” I grunt, rolling the latex on.

  “Now you know how I feel.”

  Wrapping my hands under her legs, I pull her toward me. Every second I’m not inside her is maddening. Every touch, caress, and taste is pulling me further below the surface of rationale. My body hums with awareness, practically shaking as I line myself up with her entrance. And with one, forceful thrust, I feel the breath leave my body as I enter her all the way.

  “Aah!” Carina cries out, clawing at my back. Her nails raking across my slick flesh only drive me to push faster. Closing my eyes, sparks of pain and pleasure erupt behind my lids.

  “Your pussy was made for me,” I say wholeheartedly, laying her hands over my arms as I grasp her hips roughly.

  Pulling out, I push in again, experiencing the same suction as before as the walls of her cunt swallow me whole. She’s so fucking perfect.

  The pace I set is maddening, because with everything in me I know I can’t get enough. I’ll have to do this over
and over again, and even then, I know I won’t be sated. Carina’s pussy is a drug only I get to have, and I’ll never stop—never quit taking until we have nothing more to give.

  “God! You’re going too deep!” she wails, but I still can’t bring myself to slow.

  “Take it,” I grunt, forcing myself in harder, deeper. “Take this cock like the dirty slut you are.”

  Gritting my teeth, my hips continuously slap against hers. Every plunge feels better than the last, shooting me higher, cocooning me in another headspace entirety. It’s one where I’m drifting, losing all ties to reality as I thrust in and out of her sweet cavern.

  “Fuck! Oh god, right there! Yes!” she wails as a gush of wetness coats my balls, her walls squeezing me harder—pushing me to take her harder than she’s ever been ridden before.

  “That’s what I want!” I bellow, feeling my release start at the base of my spine.

  Leaning forward, I cage her in with my arms as I continue to pound inside of her. Her heated breath wisps across my face, her arms around wrap around my neck as her feet do the same around my back. Gripping her hair, I smash my lips against hers, demanding entrance, which she gives willingly. Our tongues begin to duel together as I plunge in and out of her faster.

  “Come for me,” I say against her lips. “Come all over this fat cock.”

  My dirty words ignite her below me, my lips sealing over hers as she screams out in euphoric bliss. Watching her come undone beneath me causes my actions to become frenzied. My hands stroke everywhere, my lips touch every part of her jaw, neck, and shoulder. When my balls draw up, ready to fill her full of every ounce of me, my breath catches in my chest at the sensations barreling through me.

  Just as my hips connect with hers, my teeth sink into the skin of her shoulder, muffling my groans as spurt after spurt release inside of her. My head clouds as my eyes roll into the back of my head—this climax like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  As I’m coming down from my high, I release the lock I have on her shoulder, both of our bodies shuddering against each other, reveling in the feel of finally … finally being able to enjoy each other like this.

  “Fuck,” I utter, lying on top of her.

  “I never knew it could be like that,” she replies, chest heaving from the exertion.

  “That, kitty, is only the beginning.”

  If death were to knock on my door right now, I’d gladly answer that bastards call. Carina is everything I’ve ever wanted—psychotic, bloodthirsty, calculated. There may be no use for that blasted wedding contract now, but I’m not letting her go. I’ll never let her go. She’s mine, and I refuse to give up what’s mine. And just as soon as we figure out who that bastard Marco is, I’ll make shit official. No more waiting. No more second-guessing. My brothers were right.

  She’s the perfect queen to help me reign.

  16

  CARINA

  Blinking slowly, a soft smile spreads across my face when Mateo hugs me tighter to him, trying to keep me from getting away from him. So many things have changed from the time I got here until now. So many ups and downs, no person would be able to process it all. Yet, here I am, as sane as can be—considering the circumstances—and, dare I say, loving every moment of our messed-up life.

  At least, loving moments like this. Where we have nothing else spoiling our time together, and we can just be. We don’t have to think about tomorrow. Don’t have to worry about the troublesome storm steadily cresting over the hill coming right toward us.

  It’s just Mateo and me. No fighting. No push and pull. We’re completely in sync.

  He started out as such a condescending asshole when his family took me away from mine. He thrived on pain—loved the knowledge he was mindfucking me into a state of confusion. Yet now, he may still be an asshole, but he’s my asshole. He knows if he goes too far with his quest in pissing me off that I’ll give it back to him. He’s never had that. Never had someone without an ounce of fear going up against him, and that’s exactly what he needed.

  It’s exactly what both of us needed.

  I’m not going to spout love sonnets or scream to the heavens that I love him more than life itself, because I don’t. No one can fall in love this fast, even if they find someone that matches their crazy to perfection. There’s always going to be bumps in the road, and that’s what we like the most about this.

  We know we’re fucked up, but we know no one else would be able to handle us at our worst, let alone our best. We’re comfortable, and maybe, just maybe, one day it could lead to that fairytale people like to call love.

  Sighing, I stretch, groaning dreamily at my sore muscles getting the relief they need. Mateo worked me over earlier in the night and still wanted more before sleep claimed both of us as her victims. I have no doubt that just as soon as I wake him, he’ll want to go again, which is good with me. He’s started something that’s going to ruin both of us, but I couldn’t care less. It’s addicting, exhilarating. It’s the only time I’m not fighting the emotions because I can feel everything all at once.

  I’ve never felt such raw, undeniable heat. Not even the addicting high I reach when completing a contract, where nothing could ever make me feel as good as that moment, gets me to this level. Mateo regards my body with such covetousness, such reverence, every sensation he causes me to feel seems out of this world.

  He doesn’t make me feel as broken as much as I know myself to be. Mateo’s like the people that wield of the art of glassblowing, handling my pieces with such finesse as he slowly pieces me back together under the heat of his touch. It’s different, but not a different that is uncomfortable.

  Slowly extracting myself, I get up from the bed, risking a glance over my shoulder to see Mateo in all his sleeping glory. The sheet fell down to just above his waist, giving me a peek of the monster beneath the sheet that’s already hard and ready for more. The sight causes a tingle of awareness to settle between my aching thighs and my heart to skip a beat at how skillful he is in bed as the vivid pictures of our times together replay on repeat through my mind.

  Mateo is a skilled lover that is proficient in all things broken, and I’m not scared to see where we both can go once we let go and allow each other.

  Another smile blankets my face as I continue toward the bathroom, my bladder demanding relief whereas I couldn’t be bothered with it before. Pushing my way into the bathroom, a cold breeze slicks over my heated skin, causing me to halt in my tracks. Glancing over, I can’t help it when my head cocks to the side, noticing a window above the tub open with the curtain blowing in the frigid winds.

  What the fuck? Did Mateo get too hot in here earlier and just forget about closing it?

  Treading softly, I step up into the tub, effectively closing the window. I stare at it a few minutes as if to lie in wait for it to open once more. I don’t know why, but a terrible feeling starts swirling in my gut at the sight of that open window. It seems so out of place because if anything, Mateo is compulsive about everything he does. He has to make sure over and over again of something before he deems it right. How could he forget to close the window?

  My mind roams over the possibilities as I do my business and wash my hands. My eyes connect with my reflection, and even I can see the doubt resting there. It’s very doubtful that Mateo did this. Especially with the threat resting over our heads from the shooter that took Vinny’s life.

  It doesn’t seem right. When my gut settles with the idea I’m right, I make haste out of the bathroom. It’s not a coincidence that it’s Mateo’s window that’s been left open. It’s not a coincidence that the shooter shot Vinny, because he was right beside Mateo when it happened. Anything could cause the debacle of Vinny taking the bullets instead of Mateo. Wind. Degree. Humidity. Fucking anything.

  None of this is a goddamn coincidence.

  Racing out of the bath, my eyes roam over every inch of the room. First, I spy Mateo still sound asleep on the bed where I left him. Next, I spy all the windows are fi
rmly where I left them before venturing into the bathroom. Nothing is disturbed. Nothing is out of place. Everything is where it should be.

  Until my eyes case toward the far end of the room, seeing the ends of shoes resting in front of a lone chair that’s been pushed up against the corner. Until my eyes raise higher, seeing legs attached to those shoes, then higher, to see the chest of a man that can be here for no good. Fuck!

  Scouring the room, I see nothing within range for me to use as a weapon. I’m on my own in this. With the fear for Mateo’s life buzzing inside of me, I feel the familiar emotionless haze drift over me. My fight or flight instinct is kicking in, and I’m going to fight to the death. No one is going to take anyone else under my protection away from me.

  Settling into my fighting stance, I pay no attention to my nakedness as I face off with the unknown man who dared to venture into my goddamn home uninvited.

  “You better hope you’re a friend and not foe, because I’m two seconds from ripping your goddamn throat out,” I seethe, clenching my hands so hard into fists my fingers pop from the pressure.

  Silently, I watch as the mysterious man picks up a sheet of paper—a picture—from the table next to him. He tsks, shaking his head, as he tosses it toward me. I watch as it floats down toward the ground, my gasp echoing through the room when I spy the picture of the man resting there with a sly smile on his face. He’s talking with someone—a woman—but I can’t see her face for the life of me. However, I can see his face all too clear. The eyes. Nose. The angular jaw with barely there scruff I know hides a scar just underneath.

  “Hmm, and this is what all the fuss is about.” That voice—it’s familiar in ways it shouldn’t be.

  “No. It’s not possible.” Shaking my head, my entire body vibrates with disbelief.

  “Oh, it’s possible. Of all the people in the world to fall for, I didn’t expect you—the great Reap—to fall for a mark.”