KILLIAN: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 2)

by Glenna Sinclair

  “Oh,” she said, getting lost in the sensual massage, the exhilarating contrast between the hot tip of his erection between her legs, the warmth of his strong hand over her breast, and the cool AC kissing every last inch of her.

  Then he pulled her panties aside, found her clitoris with his thumb, and began massaging her with tight, deliberate circles, which stirred up a surge of heat and tingles.

  Next she felt the hard, wide head of his erection press between her legs, and she moaned as the size of him soothed her aching body. Thrusting in, he held her hips and didn’t stop penetrating her until he’d filled her completely. When he did, he held himself deeply and they breathed together, Taylor relishing her tight wet sheath, and Rose savoring the bliss of gradually expanding to acclimate to his big size.

  “Damn, you feel incredible,” he groaned, as he began thrusting gently, sliding in and out by only a fraction to stir up the most amazing heat and friction, hitting her sensitive spots deep inside, as he kept his thumb circling her clit.

  “Oh, you feel good,” she moaned in response. “Harder.”

  He obeyed, quickening his pace, pulling out farther and farther and pounding into her aching body a little harder with each thrust. Every time he slid in and met with firm resistance deep inside, her breasts jiggled, causing a wave of tingles through her body. He was so big, she almost couldn’t handle him this rough, but she liked it. Her mind was clear. There was nothing else in this world except Taylor, his body, and the outstanding pleasure he was giving her.

  Lowering down and hooking his forearms under her shoulders, he kissed her, and the angle provided a new thrill, hitting her in just the right way to stimulate her G-spot and bump into her clit in blissful alternation.

  Quickening his rough thrusting, Taylor grunted in her ear, pounding harder, and she couldn’t spread her legs wide enough, loving every inch of him. He was so sexy, sounding like an animal, and she could feel dew beads of sweat erupting along his strong back as she stroked it.

  He shifted his weight to his left forearm, pounding all the while, and found her breast with his right hand. As he squeezed it, at times pinching her nipple and inflicting an edge of pain, he held his thick penis deep inside to let her body calm. Filling her so completely aroused a strong clench then a flutter through her loins. But just as it was building, he gently caressed her nipple and grazed circles around her breast, as he resumed his powerful thrusts.

  “Oh, baby,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

  “You like it rough?” He groaned.

  “Oh, God, yes, yes, oh it’s building.”

  He licked her teeth then kissed her mouth, sucking before he eased off to look at her.

  Just as she felt she might arch over the peak into an orgasm, he again held himself deep inside her and began grinding, stirring up heat and friction within and stimulating her clitoris at the same time.

  Immediately, she neared her climax, moaning and arching her head back and welcoming the burst that would surely follow.

  “Shit,” he said, stopping.

  “What?” She moaned, so close and begging him to go on, her hands cupping his ass as though she could prevent him from pulling out.

  He laughed. “Your panties are chaffing me.”

  “Oh, no.”

  Making fast work of freeing her, Taylor eased off, grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs, as she lifted her feet in the air, helping him.

  “Damn, you look good like that,” he said.

  She smiled, keeping her toes pointing to the ceiling. Next she felt his warm hands caressing up and down the length of her legs, before he grabbed her ankles with his left hand and bent them to the bed until her feet were beside her head.

  “God, you look so pretty right here,” he said, grazing his finger up the length of her throbbing labia. “And here,” he said, circling her anus.

  Being touched there sent a tingle shimmying through her loins.

  He rubbed her breast then pressed the thick head of his erection against her tight, wet sheath. With her legs together and the fact that she was folded in half, the sensation of him slowly penetrating her vagina was beyond sexy. He squeezed her ass as he thrust in farther, and as he filled her inch by inch, she moaned and caught her breath as soon as she felt the length of him throbbing deep inside.

  Lowering down to her, he helped her adjust again so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. The angle was amazing, and when he began thrusting fast, slamming into her fleshy bottom, she felt a massive wave of pleasure rush through her.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “I’m close again.”

  Hearing that, he slowed his pace to long, sensual strokes, saying, “I want you to have a really big one.”

  “Oh, God.” The hard length of him slowly grazed over her G-spot, back and forth, slippery and wet, and so very large. Every time he filled her completely, his pubic bone pressed into her clitoris, stirring up electric tingles that mounted, as her body burned towards the peak of a huge orgasm.

  “Yes,” she cried out as she climaxed, the hot sheath of her clenching and expanding in powerful contractions.

  “Oh, babe, I can feel you,” he said, working her slowly and keeping his thrusts firm.

  Soon he was pressing deep inside her and holding his erection there, rocking slightly so she could ride her orgasm, clenching around his hard member.

  “I want you to come,” she said as waves of tingles fluttered across her skin in the afterglow.

  “Okay,” he whispered, kissing her mouth and thrusting gradually harder and faster and working up a whole new sensation between her legs.

  She held his face gently as he groaned, pressing into her hard and coming. He sounded so sexy making his orgasm noises, and soon he collapsed into her arms and found her lips with his, kissing her.

  Their kiss turned into smiles, and soon Taylor was laughing, which inspired her to do the same.

  “I definitely forgot the world for a few minutes,” he said before again pressing his mouth to hers.

  “Me too.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  With Layla out of One World, Rose couldn’t seem to get a hold of Carter other than a few briefly worded text messages. She wasn’t so naive as to think that she would retain Carter’s loyalty after having fired his girlfriend, but she thought he would at least resign by giving her a direct explanation as to why he couldn’t continue in his role with her organization.

  It had been three days of this. Taylor had been in and out, working hard to get Starlight back on track but with materials that Rose would approve of. In the meantime, other members of One World had come to the Escala to strategize with her, namely Hector and Jenny, who were certainly committed but lacked experience.

  If she were being honest, losing Carter and Layla was coming at a very high price.

  Nevertheless, they planned to meet their attorney, Harold, at the Starlight site and present their negotiation that the construction company dig a new trench eight miles out from the Bellevue town community, so any future natural gas spills wouldn’t be readily absorbed into the water tower.

  She knew Taylor wouldn’t like it. She hadn’t told him yet about the proposal and almost felt bad about it since he’d been working so hard to secure eco-friendly materials. But as she had mentioned to him time and time again, even if his supplies weren’t toxic, natural gas was.

  At noon, Hector and Jenny picked her up from outside the Escala and they made the drive to the Starlight Energy site. Jenny sat behind the wheel of the company Jeep and Hector was going over their negotiations in the passenger’s seat. Rose listened in from time to time but otherwise let the young bloods practice their roles. She was confident and experienced and didn’t need the extra effort.

  When they pulled up beside Harold’s Saab, Rose climbed out of the backseat and let Hector guide her over to their attorney.

  “God, Rose, I was so sorry to hear what happened,” said Harold.

  “It’s fine. No need to dwell.”
r />   “Oh Christ,” said Jenny, tensing up.

  “What?” asked Rose.

  “They’re building. They’ve laid the pipe. How the hell did this happen?”

  “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Harold interjected. “You’re going to need some serious leverage to get them to stop and dig a new trench eight miles out.”

  “I can’t believe they resumed,” she said, astonished. Taylor hadn’t said a thing about it. “Are they in the trailer?”

  “It looks like it,” said Harold.

  Rose drew in a deep breath, took Hector’s arm, and the four of them made their way over to the executive trailer and up the steps.

  Harold knocked on the door, and Rose heard footsteps on the other side before it opened.

  She announced her group, saying, “We’re with One World.”

  “I can see that,” said a man whose voice she didn’t recognize.

  “This is our attorney, Harold Markell. And Hector and Jenny. Can we speak with Taylor Montgomery?”

  “He’s meeting with Porter,” said the man.

  “And who am I speaking to?” she asked.

  “Lawrence Mathers.”

  “A guard?”

  “An executive who doesn’t appreciate that you’ve come by unannounced, especially after the damage you’ve caused to this project.”

  “We have no intention of causing further damage,” she asserted, “but it’s imperative we speak with Taylor.”

  Lawrence snorted a laugh. “Can't you speak with him at the Escala? I heard you’re living there.”

  “Please,” she said. “It will only take a few minutes of his time.”

  “Rose?” she heard Taylor’s voice say. “What are you doing here?”

  “We’ve come to negotiate,” she said with her head held high.

  He took her by the arm and led her into the trailer where Porter muttered, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Hasn’t she wasted enough of our precious time and money?”

  Rose instructed Hector to ready the documentation and contract that Harold had drawn up based on the terms One World had worked hard to define over the course of the past few days.

  “We are here as advocates of the Bellevue residents,” she began, aiming her argument at Porter, who she sensed was standing with arms folded in front of the window. “It’s no secret they don’t want a pipeline in their back yard.”

  “And we’ve found alternative materials,” Taylor said gently. “I’m sorry, Rose, but I don’t understand why you’re here right now.”

  “Alternate materials won’t prevent a gas leak or spill. Look, I’ll make this short and sweet. We want you to run the pipeline eight miles out—”

  “This woman is insane,” Porter exclaimed, laughing. “This project has nothing to do with you—”

  “But it has everything to do with the residents in the town you’re threatening to destroy!”

  “She’s a problem, Taylor,” Porter said. “I warned you.”

  “Look,” she said, taking the floor. “Move the pipeline. Build it using the eco-friendly materials. And we won’t go to the press.”

  “Go to the press with what?” Porter snapped. “We’ve done everything by the book. We have all the necessary permits. There’s nothing to expose here.”

  “Isn’t there?” she challenged.

  “Empty threats from a desperate blind woman mean very little to me,” he stated in a sneering tone.

  Rose heard footfall ascend the steps then enter the trailer. Hector whispered, “Carter,” and she quickly turned around.

  “Carter?”

  “They’re not going to move the pipeline, Rose.”

  “They will. Taylor? Will you hear us out?”

  Gently, he said, “Rose…”

  “It doesn’t matter,” said Carter. “I’ve already gone to the press.”

  “Will someone get these lunatics out of here?” Porter demanded.

  “Gone to the press with what?” she fearfully asked.

  “You know what,” he said, “and so does Taylor.”

  “What is he talking about?” Taylor asked.

  “PCP. MDMA. Scopolamine. And two months of psychosis,” said Carter. “You will never live it down.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  It didn’t matter that she had dragged Carter out of the trailer. It didn’t matter that she had let him have it, utterly furious he could’ve betrayed her like this after she’d begged him never to breathe a word of what they’d found in Taylor’s office, much less go to the press with it. And it didn’t matter that she’d scrambled to reach Taylor in the trailer to try to explain. The fact of the matter was that she’d grossly violated his trust, and there would be no telling how this would impact his life.

  Rose sat in Taylor’s living room feeling beside herself. She kept replaying her words and his, kept reliving the anguish in his tone, and the terrible declaration he’d made—that he would be staying at a hotel for awhile to clear his head.

  He had arranged for his driver to take her back to the Escala, but now that she was here it felt so wrong.

  What the hell had Carter been thinking?

  Ruining Taylor was no guarantee of shutting down the Starlight pipeline. It would only serve to tarnish, if not destroy Taylor’s reputation. Ultimately, Rose was responsible. She was the strong-headed one who had insisted they keep working. She was the one who had demanded her team come to the suite. Taylor had been nothing but generous in allowing her into his office. This was entirely her fault, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

  She knew the entertainment den was down the hall, but she couldn’t bring herself to venture in and turn on the TV. When would this terrible secret hit the news? Part of her wanted to know, but she was so disgusted by the fiasco that she knew she wouldn’t be able to bear listening.

  Holding her cell phone in her hand, she felt compelled to call Taylor, but she’d already tried twice—once in the limo ride home and once when she first stepped through the door. Both times her call went straight through to voicemail, but she didn’t know what to say on the recording. To say I’m sorry seemed too small.

  She had no choice but to give him time, and hope that he would call. If only she didn’t have to hate herself in the interim.

  Her ears perked up at the sound of a key card swiping in the lock, and she sprang to her feet in response to the door being opened.

  After hearing the footsteps of someone entering, she approached, praying that Taylor was here because he loved her and wanted to work it out, and not to break up with her.

  “I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” she said in a quavering voice. “I’m not putting off blame, but I couldn’t stop Carter from digging for information when we were in your office, and I told him not to tell a soul. I’m just so sorry.”

  Where she expected some kind of reply, she heard only footfall advancing on her, and she cocked her head when something about the intensity of those steps seemed off.

  Before she understood what was happening, gloved hands wrapped her throat, cutting off her air supply so starkly that she didn’t even have a chance to scream.

  Chapter Seventeen

  His hands, gloved and unrelenting, clamped tighter around her throat. Rose slammed her fists down onto his forearms, praying she could break his hold, but the impact only incited him and he growled, shuffling sideways until he banged her head back against the glass window.

  Scrambling for a way out of this, Rose tried desperately to visualize the room. Were there any objects nearby she could use as a weapon? Soon her thinking became murky, as she struggled for air that was no longer reaching her lungs.

  Refusing to give up and sensing where his feet were planted, where his legs held firm and met at the apex between his legs, she kneed him hard, driving her leg up and screaming.

  It was a good hit and he keeled over, releasing her, and she sprinted, rushing and tripping around the coffee table then the sofa chair as she made her frantic way to t
he bedroom.

  She could feel him on her heels, but just as she crossed the threshold and grabbed the edge of the open door to slam it shut, he caught her hair, yanking her back into the living room.

  As she fell to her back, coughing for air, she demanded, “Who are you?” He only growled and pressed his foot to her chest, pinning her. “Why are you doing this?”

  Though he held her down, she jerked up, punching his shin and grasping his shoe to twist his leg away. A terrible dread filled her—one that warned she wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.

  When she grabbed his shoe, struggling to peel the toe end away from her sternum, she noticed the slick, leather texture of the dress shoe, but it wasn’t enough to tell her who was attacking her.

  As she fought to catch her breath, her mind racing for the next tactic to try in order to escape, she sensed he was doing the same, breathing heavily and plotting.

  He removed his foot from her chest in favor of dropping to his knees, and just as he was reaching for her neck to once again begin strangling her, Rose rolled, darting to her side then launching to her feet in an ugly tangle of kicks and punches to get him off of her.

  Sprinting once again, she sensed the furniture and dodged it, as she ran through the living room and then down the hallway where she dove into Taylor’s office and slammed the door shut in the same second her assailant was reaching out for her.

  Pressing her shoulder into the door to ward off her attacker slamming into it over and over, and searching for the lock, she finally found it and prayed it would hold.

  When she rushed to the desk and felt for the landline telephone on the far left corner, she heard him kick hard at the door, which cracked in response.

  Her fingers were trembling from the adrenaline coursing through her, but she did what she could to calm herself, breathing slowly and deliberately, while her fingers found the 9 button on the keypad. She had to visualize the phone, its grid of numbers, to be sure where each digit lay, but she found the 1 button next and pressed it twice.