by Gemma Hart
What the fuck was he honestly talking about now? Was Roy actually thinking about stepping down? Roy was old but there was no way his greed and cruelty had diminished any with age. If anything, they’ve only grown. I couldn’t imagine him even considering retirement.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I said, making the motions to get ready to leave. “I’m not going to that deal. That was your idea, your planning. You go close it.”
As I almost reached the door, Roy called out, “What’s best for the Family. That’s what’s important. For the good of the Family.”
My jaw tightened in response and my entire back stiffened but I walked out, letting the door slam behind me.
Fuck this Family.
Chapter Seventeen
Marco
Walking out of Roy’s office, the tension was rippling off my shoulders. I could literally feel myself just shaking in anger and disgust at having to be in close quarters with that piece of shit excuse of a man.
I marched down the hall, intending to head back to my room when I stopped halfway. There was no way I could just sit in a room right now. I needed to do something. I needed to release this burning anger within me.
So I turned around and headed downstairs.
The gym.
The only other place I could find some measure of release besides between the legs of some random woman.
It was a relatively small gym compared to the size of the mansion but that was because Roy had never put any importance on fitness. Clearly. The man was the size of a boat.
The space gleamed in the dimness. I didn’t bother to turn on the lights. Instead the moonlight bounced off the dull gleaming wooden floors. There was a rack of weights in one corner and a treadmill in another.
Opposite them, there was a well-worn punching bag.
And it had been well worn by only one set of fists. Mine.
Already feeling my body jump at the opportunity to release some tension, I undid my shirt, throwing it aside. I picked up some wrist wraps and quickly wrapped my hands.
And within minutes, I lost myself in the steady, quick rhythms of the bag. I punched hard and fast, dodging imaginary blows as I went. I punched till the bag swung madly and I could hear the chain creaking as it fought to hold the weight.
Roy was definitely up to something. I was pretty sure he wasn’t aware of my plans but he was definitely sniffing up some tree. The sudden talk about bringing me along for the Juarez deal….That was so out of left field.
Whenever I had completed another job successfully and had most of the Desmond Mafia men in awe of my prowess, Roy was always the first to knock me down a peg or three. He didn’t want me getting any high and mighty ideas of who was the real king of the Desmond Family. He wanted to make sure I knew that Roy was here to stay until the day he died.
But now, here he was, asking me to go with him to this deal, hinting at a possible retirement.
Was there something else about this Juarez deal that I wasn’t aware of? As far as I knew, the biggest lure for both families was the addition of territories. They would become the largest crime syndicate in the Americas. No one could defy them then. Not even the law.
But in that situation, Roy would never even entertain the idea of stepping down. He would have the most ideal situation of having literally thousands of men under him. His empire would grow by leaps and bounds and his reign would become even more powerful. Why would he leave that?
I punched a combo, making the bag swing back. I bounced on my feet, keeping my hands up as I threw another set of jabs, imagining Roy’s jowly face.
I couldn’t fail. Not when I was so close. Jamie deserved a life better than this. He couldn’t live his entire life on the chance of Roy’s good graces. He couldn’t be Roy’s bait forever.
The guilt I felt over Jamie’s injury was massive and I knew it would not be assuaged by simply getting Jamie away from Roy. But at least it would be a start.
But worst yet was Roy mentioning Halle.
Clearly I hadn’t been doing as good a job as I should’ve in terms of keeping away from her. And that means that Halle was now in as much danger as Jamie.
Roy was an expert in finding what exactly would twist my heart with pain and with his sights set on Halle, there was every possibility he would use her against me.
I threw in a hard punch, making the gym echo with a dull thwap. Sweat dripped down my back and chest.
If I was going to be clean about the getaway, I had to leave Halle alone. Forget whatever it was I was feeling for her.
But even just the thought of it made my body scream in opposition. If I left, she would remain in the clutches of the Desmond Family. And I knew what that could do to a person’s soul. And besides, I wanted her with me.
I wanted that body with me.
The gym echoed with my rhythmic punches. This wasn’t the fucking time to be so unsure. It was so close to go time. I couldn’t have any fuck ups. Not now.
I had never expected someone to ever take over my mind like Halle had and now that she had, I didn’t want to let her go. It was as if I had been hungry all my life but hadn’t realized it until Halle had walked in. Only then did I feel the extent of my ravenous hunger.
I wanted to eat her—
“What are you doing?”
I grabbed the bag, stopping it mid-swing. I turned and saw the outlined figure of a woman. The hallway lights cast a shadow on her as she looked into the dim gym.
Halle.
“Are you working out?” she asked, stepping into the room. Her blonde hair was tousled loosely down her back. She must be done with work. Usually she kept her hair back in a severe bun. I liked it when her hair was down. It made me want to run my hands through it, gripping it. “It’s like past midnight.”
I didn’t say anything. I was still a little out of breath from my rage induced punching session. Instead, I just watched her. I watched as she lifted her face up to me, her dark blue eyes studying me carefully.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, a crease between her brow. Clearly she saw something in my face. After a moment’s pause, when I didn’t answer, she lifted her hand to my cheek. She bit her lip, as if she was doing something against her better judgment. Gently brushing her hand against my face she asked, “Bad day?”
I grabbed her hand by the wrist and held her still. Her eyes widened a little at my sudden movement but she didn’t struggle. Instead she just stared up at me, worried and a little expectant.
With a sudden movement, I pressed my body against hers, pushing her backwards against the wall. Halle’s eyes widened into marbles this time.
“What are—” she started.
But I cut her off as I leaned in towards her, my face inches away from hers. “Remember, I told you that this was a house of villains,” I said lowly to her. I had given her fair warning. Those soft pink lips were just a breath away from mine. “There are no heroes, no saviors here.”
Halle opened her mouth to say something but I stopped her. Crushing her lips against mine, my body roared in pleasure as I finally tasted those soft sweet lips. Halle’s body tightened in shock when my lips touched hers. I felt her hand pull against my grip but she was going nowhere.
But as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, I felt her resistance melt a little. Shock and surprise turned into warmth and openness. She flicked her own tongue against mine shyly.
As soon as I felt her kiss me back, my body ignited into a firestorm. I pressed my length against her, completely pinning her to me. My cock pressed hard against her softness.
A small voice echoed within the furthest reaches of my mind, reminding me that this was exactly what I had told myself I wasn’t going to do but I knocked the voice away.
Roy might be controlling my job, my home, and even my brother but fuck him if he tries to control this. This sweet, brave, naïve, and bratty woman was mine and fuck him if he tried to come between this.
I pulled away from her lips just
long enough to undo my pants. Taking my cue, Halle pulled off her shirt and bra, slipping easily out of her loose pants. Her lips were gorgeously bruised and swollen. Her eyes were glowing with a passionate fire that I recognized immediately to match my own.
Both naked, I quickly grabbed her around the waist and lowered her to the floor in one swopping motion that made her gasp in breathless surprise. She looked up at me, her eyes pinning me to my core.
“This house isn’t just villains,” she whispered. “There’s a hero here too.”
I found myself unable to respond. Her words were like a soothing balm. This girl….This woman….
Instead of saying anything, I grabbed her wrists and pulled them up above her head, stretching her body taut below me. Reaching down, I found the growing wetness between her legs.
Halle gasped at my touch, her cheeks immediately flushing in arousal.
“You’re wet, sweetheart,” I murmured, stating the obvious. She was soaking. I ran my fingers down the cleft, circling my middle finger over her quickly swelling clit.
I could feel her body tremble beneath mine. My entire core was engulfed in the flames of desire. I wanted her. And I wanted her bad.
A hand wriggled under my grasp. Pulling free, she wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me down on her. I gave in easily, taking her lips again and tasting her as thirstily as I had before. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. I bit down on her bottom lip gently, making her stiffen then moan.
Pulling away, I went lower down, making little nips against her skin along the way till I reached her full breasts. Squeezing her luscious breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue.
Halle arched and hissed with pleasure. She arched her back further, offering her breast to me like a gift. A gift I wholeheartedly intended to devour. I suckled each nipple, sucking hard enough to make her squeal.
I went lower till my lips finally met that sweetness below. Wedging myself between her legs, I took her wet pussy into my mouth, groaning in deep satisfaction as I did so.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” I said, momentarily breaking away from her warm wetness.
Above me, I heard Halle panting in pleasure as I circled my tongue around her clit, feeling it swell and engorge. I pressed firmly, giving firm, hard strokes along her inner cleft. Her thigh muscles around me tensed and I could feel her peaking arousal.
Not wanting her to come just yet, I rose up and leaned over her, my body completely swallowing hers.
I looked down at her. Her eyes were hazy with the clouds of pleasure but I could see the love of desire in them as clear as day. She wanted me. Oh yes, she wanted me almost as badly as I wanted her. And knowing that, realizing that our unique and odd connection was indeed mutual, made my cock hardened to the point of pain.
Taking her lips one more time, I positioned myself at her entrance. “Hold onto me, sweetheart,” I murmured against her lips. Her arms immediately wrapped themselves around my shoulders as I thrust my entire length deep into her waiting pussy.
Halle threw her head back and cried out in release. “Oh my god!” she breathed as her pussy clenched reflexively around my cock, pumping it. Her body shuddered as her orgasm rocked through her, wave after wave.
She buried her head against my shoulder. I gave a little startled grunt as I felt teeth biting into me. The pleasure of her orgasm seemed so intense, she needed an outlet. And she found it in giving my shoulder a good bite.
I stayed steady the whole time, neither pulling out or in. I wanted her to feel the entirety of her release.
When it felt like the waves were subsiding, I slowly pulled out before thrusting back in hard.
Halle moaned and shook her head. “Oh god,” she said breathlessly. “I can’t. I can’t do it again.” She moaned again as I thrust in.
I lowered my head, gently biting her ear as I whispered, “Oh yes, you can. No saviors here, remember? You play with the devil, you’ll come with the devil.” I gave her another hard thrust as I spoke.
It was hard to even keep focus on what I was saying. She felt so fucking good. Every delicious thrust of my cock into her tight warmth made my body melt in ecstasy. If it felt this good fucking her, I didn’t know what would happen to me when I came. My body could possibly just dissolve.
Halle threw her arms around me and buried her head against me, giving into the inevitable. Her body shook and shuddered as she felt each deep plunge of my cock. She moaned against my neck, making my already painfully hard cock harder.
I wrapped an arm around her back, supporting her as I sped up my rhythm. I pumped quickly in and out of her, feeling my own release mounting.
A familiar tautness came into Halle’s back. I could feel her trying to fight her body’s climb towards a second release. But there was no fighting it. It was going to happen. I would make sure of that.
I sped up. Thrusting in and out and making sure to grind my hip against hers, rubbing her clit in the process. Halle groaned. “Oh fuck,” she whispered, holding me tighter.
You could say that again, I thought as I gritted my teeth. I could feel my climax rising within me and I was almost overwhelmed by how large it felt.
I pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in hard when I felt Halle fall apart in my arms. She cried out as her body was pulled back into the swirl of her body’s deepest pleasures.
I kept thrusting my cock into her as her pussy clenched around mine until I reached my ultimate peak. And then I gave a great roar as I found my own release.
My entire body seemed to pulse with a deep beat that made my heart sound like an echo. My vision had nearly sheeted white from the intensity of my orgasm.
Fuck. I had never come so hard before.
Breathing hard, we both collapsed against the wooden floors of the gym. Slowly, I could feel my senses returning. My brain started clicking back into place and I could hear my thoughts whirring again.
I looked over at the creamy pale shoulders that were pressed up against me. As if sensing my eyes on her, Halle lifted her gaze. Inside those wide blue orbs was a look I had never seen or dreamed of and yet realized I had hungered for. It was a look of infinite warmth. It was a look of infinite care. It was the look that came a breath before love.
And the crazy thing was, I knew it was a reflection of what my own eyes were showing. I could recognize those feelings because I felt them myself.
Jesus Christ. I took in a sharp breath. What the hell did I just do?
Chapter Eighteen
Halle
What the hell did I just do?
I stared blankly at the screen of my computer. I hardly saw the mountainous files around my office.
All I saw were those dangerously dark eyes. Those rough but knowing lips. And that battered but brutal body.
Last night seemed like a dream. And yet, my body could still feel that delicious soreness that spoke of the realness of what had happened.
It had been amazing. I had only had a handful of times alone with Marco Desmond and yet when my body met his, it was like fire meeting fuel. It was explosive. Our bodies had rocked together as if they had been made for each other.
I fidgeted in my seat a little as I remembered the amazing feeling of having his massive cock fill me so completely and thoroughly. How many nights had I fallen asleep to imagining his cock penetrating me like that? How often had I touched myself to the fantasy of his lips against my body, against my breasts?
And it had all come true last night.
Twice.
After coming down from their shared high in the gym, Marco had thrown his discarded shirt loosely over me and then had gathered me up in his arms, carrying me back to my room. I should’ve been mortified of being carried around the house with nothing more than a shirt to blanket me with but I was too worn out to care.
I felt a sudden loneliness once we reached my door. I thought he was going to just drop me off and leave. But I needn’t have worried.
Opening the door
, he carried me to my bed then carefully laid me down. And then he followed.
And then on the comforts of my large bed, we made love again. He took his time this time. Lingering over me sadistically. Making me quiver and shake till I was near raving mad.
At one point, I had wedged myself between his legs, bending over his impressive cock. Marco’s large hand was pressing against the back of my head, urging me. But I needed no urging. I was eager to put him through the exact same torture he had put me through.
Slowly lowering my lips around his cock, I gave the underside a good lingering swipe of my tongue. I felt immediate satisfaction in hearing Marco groan above me.
