“You’re not my family,” I grunt, losing the battle with my hands and gripping her narrow waist tight. No, she most definitely is not, because the things I want to do to her would make me a very sick and twisted person if she was.
Her gaze drops to my hands and she looks at me from under her thick eyelashes. “Yeah, I wouldn’t imagine family gets this type of treatment.” She raises her arms upward, and I pull the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.
I drag my hand down the front of her chest as her chest arches backward, her hips bucking toward me. With one quick motion, she frees me from the towel and my cock springs to life, throbbing with need. I reach around her, digging my fingertips into the small of her back and pushing her into me. The head of my cock plays at her slit as I work her neck with my mouth, making my way up to her hungry lips. She throws her arms around me as I arch her backward, coming down on one knee for leverage. I tilt her hips toward me and drive hard into her wet heat. She gasps as I thrust my full length into her pussy, but she meets my rhythm, squeezing me tight each time I plow deeper. Her walls tighten around me, wrapping around me like a very velvety, very constricting glove, connecting me to her on a level that I can no longer avoid.
Because she sees me, much as I hate to admit it to myself.
And it’s what I’ve been trying so damn hard to hide.
But now I’m exposed.
She’s stripped me bare.
I fucking hate it.
Not that it stops me from pounding her golden pussy.
That’s the thing about addiction.
One hit and you’re screwed for life…unless you’re strong enough to walk away.
I used to think I was that guy.
I’m not.
Our bodies slap together, pebbled with sweat and driven by lust. I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking it back. My lips crash against hers, my tongue and teeth attacking her with a fervor that commands me on every level. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can only feel.
And it feels so fucking good.
Finally.
Her nails slice at my flesh as her pussy quivers and quakes from the force of my cock, and the beautiful sounds reverberating between my ears let me know that this connection is real.
She clutches me, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. “My God,” she mutters. “That was amazing. I’m so glad you’re not my family.”
My lips curl upward as my dick slips out of her pussy. “Get on your stomach,” I growl, flipping her over. I massage the globes of her ass and smack one hard enough that she lets out a squeal. I smirk at the bright red mark it leaves.
Yes, I’m so glad she’s not family.
I pull open the drawer of the nightstand, the ache in my balls painful and heavy. But I’m not ready yet. I need more. She needs more.
And I need to keep the voices in my head silent for a little while longer until I can figure out how the hell I maintain control after I’ve had yet another taste of this woman…and if I have any shot of surviving without it.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, her hand creeping toward me, stroking the side of my leg. “You’re not finished, are you?”
I grab a bottle of lube and a vibrator Tommy left for me last time he was out here. Seems like a perfect time to take his gag gift for a test drive. “Not even close,” I say.
I quickly lube up my dick, grab the vibrator with one hand, and slide my other one between her ass cheeks, slicking the tight ring of muscle before pressing one finger into her. Her back tenses and I fumble with the vibrator, trying to figure out how to use it one-handed.
I tilt it so that it’s positioned at the entrance of her pussy, the deeper piece sliding inside of her and the shorter arm grazing her clit. The tool vibrates as I move it against her clit, humming inside of her taut body as she backs into my finger, taking it deeper. I keep the toy moving slowly and her body writhes against me, trembling uncontrollably at the sensations that I know are crashing over her. I slide my finger out and position the head of my cock in its place. I don’t sink right into her tight hole, as much as my body curses me for that decision. I fuck her ass with shallow thrusts, keeping the vibrator moving in and out of her pussy. Her juices flow over my fingers as I work it in and out, her screams shattering the silence. She pushes back against me, hard, taking my dick into that perfect ass as her pussy thrums from the vibrations rippling through her.
I feel it too, and the sensations make my dick pulsate as she takes me all in like such a fucking dirty girl. I snake one hand around her middle, thrusting into her from behind with increasing speed as she opens up for me. Oh, Christ, she’s so tight, pulling me deep, begging for me to fuck her harder. I squeeze my eyes shut as bright white flashes explode behind my eyes. Aria whimpers, her body shaking like an uncontrollable force has just assumed control of her.
I grip her ear with my teeth, grunting as the orgasm tears through me, igniting my insides and incinerating them as the carnal flames ravage my body and mind.
Until everything inside of me falls quiet, blissfully so, and the only sounds I can hear are of us panting and gasping for air as our bodies collapse on the bed, spent and sated.
Well, maybe she is.
I’m not ready to call it quits just yet.
Chapter Seventeen
Aria
I can’t do this!
I have to do this!
Unfortunately, it’s my own inner conflict that startles me awake in the morning, not the feeling of Vince’s muscular body spooning me, or his arms tightly wound around my own. I can still feel the aftershocks humming, even hours after that last slice of ecstasy was served to me.
I did it.
I was able to calm the beast inside of him.
Something inside of him snapped yesterday. He doesn’t like to be challenged or questioned, and rightly so. He’s grappling with a whole host of issues slowly poisoning him, and he knows there’s no antidote.
So coming after him when his back was already against the wall probably wasn’t my brightest move.
Lashing out was his only defense mechanism.
Don’t rationalize, just attack.
Then shut down.
But I did what I needed to do.
I got him to open up again. I gave him what he needed. I satisfied his craving for power and control, handing over my body as the prey.
I baited myself.
And he took it.
The problem is, my goal and my own needs are now at war.
I really do want to stay here forever, hidden away in this beach house, living out my days under him, on top of him, and in any other positions his creative mind may come up with.
That life would be simple.
Easy.
Near perfect.
But true perfection would only allow me to live that life, knowing that my world wouldn’t implode in a hot second if my location and presence were exposed. Because what Vince doesn’t know is that I can only survive if Nikola doesn’t.
But that family noose around his neck is so tight and I have to wonder…would he even care?
Yesterday, last night — I’m no fool. None of that was about love. It was about silencing the demons and holding them at bay. What I told him about my past was just the tip of the iceberg. Only me and Nikola really know what I’m up against if he finds me.
Which he will.
Time is my only variable, and each second that passes is one less that I have to survive.
Each second brings him closer to me.
Vince is my only hope.
I force my eyes closed, trying to ignore the sunlight peeking through the window because it means I have to face another day. And I’m really not excited at the prospect, despite the heat between my legs.
The weight of what I need to do lays heavy within me, but enough time has passed. Nikola won’t stay hidden for long. Word that I am in Palermo with Paolo will get back to him if it hasn’t already, and he will surface with a vengeanc
e I am all too familiar with.
A shudder runs through me as I recall his last words to me.
“Whatever you’ve seen, whatever you’ve heard, whatever you think you know…it’s nothing compared to what I will do to you when I find you, Aria! Your little vigilante routine won’t stop me. It’ll only make your punishment that much more brutal!” He roars, tearing after me through the winding labyrinth of terror. The other girls scream and cry and beg for God’s mercy, running right along with me. My feet pound the concrete, my heart threatening to erupt from my aching chest as we dart toward the heavy metal door locking us in this dungeon. “You think these girls have been living in hell, but you can’t begin to imagine what hell really looks like. But you will. Very soon. Count on that, bitch!”
Vince’s lips heat the back of my neck and I force the memories to the back of my mind. I swallow the sob rising in my throat, melting into his embrace. He continues to nuzzle me, and my heart drops further into my stomach with each light kiss that brushes against my skin. “You hungry?”
I let out an unsteady breath and nod, even though the thought of eating makes my gut twist.
“Any requests?”
“Um, nothing human?” I say, hoping to get a laugh for my weak joke.
“Nah, we ate them last night.”
I gasp and flip over to look at him. “What?”
He grins in the way that makes my legs turn to Jell-O. Thankfully, we’re lying down. “Gotcha.”
I smack his shoulder. “I’m not a cannibal.”
“I can’t say the same for myself, although it’s not by choice.” He winks at me. “Fucking Tommy, You never know what you’re gonna get when he cooks.”
A groan slips through my lips and I clap a hand over my mouth. “Oh my God,” I mutter, my words muffled. “That wasn’t a joke?”
“Sometimes it’s best to not ask so many questions unless you want to hear the answers.” He grabs a pair of shorts and pulls them on, standing up and raising his arms above his head in a stretch. I watch the muscles in his back flex as he moves, and the heat between my legs ignites throughout my entire body.
I’m tempted to find that vibrator while he disappears into the bathroom.
He’d come out here, find me pleasuring myself, and join the party.
I could avoid the conversation I know I need to have.
Just for one more day.
One more day of carnal bliss and I will ask for his help.
It can’t hurt to play house for another twenty-four hours, right?
I’m certain I can fly under the radar for that amount of time.
I roll onto my back and fling an arm over my eyes.
And then what?
What the hell is my backup plan if he says no?
Just keep fucking him until he agrees to help me?
And I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a plan I’d like to execute over and over.
But it would be so much better if he agreed to help me and I could keep fucking him.
I let out a deep sigh. You never know unless you ask.
I sit up just as the bathroom door opens and stare at him as he walks back into the bedroom. My pulse quickens as my gaze travels over the length of his body, stopping at the seductive smirk lifting his devious lips.
He comes around to my side of the bed and pulls the sheet off of me before slowly lowering himself on top of me. His head dips between my breasts and I let out a gasp as he attacks one of the taut pink buds. I tangle my fingers in his hair, my eyes floating closed.
Just one more day…
No!
“Vince,” I whisper against his ear. “I need to talk to you about something.” The hammering in my chest is so loud, I can barely hear my own words spoken.
I can’t wait any longer. I have to ask him. Right now before—
A blaring ring tone jolts me out of my sex haze, and Vince groans as he reaches for his phone.
“Yeah?” he barks into it, falling onto the bed next to me. Silence follows and then he leaps off the bed, storming over to the window. “Where did it happen? Yeah…yeah. Sounds like it. Check it out and call me back.” He ends the call and tosses it onto the bed.
“What is it?” I ask, biting on my lower lip.
“I’m thinking it’s retaliation. Low-level members of the cartel looking to flex their dicks,” he mutters, raking a hand through his hair. “There was a hit on one of our businesses.” The vein in his neck throbs as he paces around the space. “Fuck! I knew this would blow back. I just didn’t think it’d happen so quickly.”
Goddamn the cartel!
Goddamn Juan Salazar!
Goddamn it all!
“Is it a chance it wasn’t the cartel?” I ask. “Could it maybe be just a regular internal beef to work through?”
He lets out a dry laugh. “Severed heads aren’t usually the result of an internal beef.”
“Oh,” I say, now nibbling on my nails.
He pounds his fist against the wall. “It’s my mess to clean up because I let it happen. I made the deals. I started the war.”
“Well, from what you told me, it was Tommy who started it, right? I mean, don’t beat yourself up over something you couldn’t control.”
His eyes widen and I know I struck another nerve with the control thing. Shit! “I just meant you didn’t put your family in the line of fire.”
“I fueled the flames instead of snuffing it out,” he says in a cold voice.
“Well,” I say, my mind working in overdrive to figure out what I can possibly say to fix this…for him and for myself. “What if it wasn’t the cartel looking for revenge? What if it was someone…” I swallow hard. “Else?”
“Like who?” he asks in a low voice, his arms folded across his chest.
“Well, you did kill Mirko and his crew.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and clear my throat. “What if there were others who weren’t with them? Who might still be lurking? They’d have known you were involved.”
“What the fuck are you getting at, Aria?” And just like that, the man who was just nibbling on my breasts is now glaring at me like he wants to stick a hot poker in my eye.
“I’m just saying it might not be the cartel. It might be someone else sending you a message. Someone like my uncle,” I whisper. “And you’d need to find him and take care of the threat before anyone else gets hurt.”
His eyes blaze. “I already told you how much damage I’ve already caused my family with decisions I’ve made, how exposed they are because of the cartel fallout. This was the Guerra Cartel! This is retribution for what we did to their guys! And now you want me to shift my focus to your uncle because you have a hunch? That shit was buried, sweetheart! Those bodies were burned, and there were no witnesses alive to tell the fucking story!”
“I just think that you need to be smart about the whole thing. You say you put your family at risk by getting involved with Mirko, and maybe that’s true. How can you turn your back on the possibility that it might have been my uncle sending you that message?” My voice rises, cracking as his expression darkens.
He steps toward me, gripping my shoulder hard. “What the hell do you know, Aria? What the fuck are you getting at with this shit?”
Tears stinging my eyes finally spill over as his grip tightens. I wince as the sob erupts out of my chest. “I don’t know any—!”
“Liar!” He bellows. “Tell me what you want, why you came to me, and why you’re feeding me this bullshit about your uncle who went so deep underground, he’s probably burrowing into the core of the goddamn Earth right now!”
I wince, swiping at the tears and hating myself for showing any sign of weakness. This whole ruse is nothing short of pathetic, and if sex didn’t work, tears sure as hell won’t either. “Vince, “ I say in a quavering voice. “I need your help to find my uncle. Please. I have to end this, myself and my way. The way I needed to end it with my father! Remember, you took that away from me! I told you what he’s capable of an
d he will come back for me! The only way for me to protect myself is to kill him first!”
“And you want me to serve him up to you, opening myself up to a world of shit that can destroy everything that’s important to me?”
I recoil. Jesus, that stings. I mean, I don’t have any delusions about what happened between us, but really? I’m just the fuck toy? “I know you have resources, and it’s safer for you to look for him than for Paolo to do it.”
“So in other words, it’s better for your family if you feed me to the wolves?” he seethes. “No risk to the Villanis, just to me and everyone I love?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I rasp. “You aren’t a target for my uncle! You could find him quietly without anyone getting suspicious.”
“Funny. You just tried to convince me, in a pretty unconvincing way, that I am already a target for him! Get your goddamn manipulation straight, Aria, and stop fucking backpedaling!” His face twists into a grimace, dark eyes narrowing to slits. “At least now I know what this is all about. You coming back to the restaurant yesterday, pretending to thank me when all along you needed something?” Disdain drips from his lips. “So all of this was just bullshit? Is that why you fucked me? Because you want my help?”
I gasp. “No, please!” I reach for him and he shrugs off my hand, turning away from me. “Vince, I swear I never planned for any of this to happen! I meant everything I said, everything I did.” My voice cracks. “I just want to make Nikola suffer for everything he did to me and Mama and those innocent girls. Don’t you understand that I can’t move forward unless I close the book on my past?”
He twists around, sparks shooting from his eyes. “Are you serious? I understand that more than anyone. But unfortunately, there’s nobody to kill who can erase the black marks against me. They hang over my head like a dark cloud every day. I can’t ever move on. All I can do is make decisions that ensure shit like that won’t happen again. Looks like I made another bad one.” He glowers at me and I grip the sheet tight around me.
He storms out of the bedroom, fisting his hair, and I run after him, panic bubbling in my chest. “Vince, stop!”
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