Tristian (The Doherty Mafia Book 5)

by Kasey Krane

  All he did was play with my breasts and I bounced on his lap, pretending to ride his cock even though he was still safely tucked away inside his pants.

  When he pulled my left breast to his mouth and sucked hard on my nipple, I gasped for air. I was sure I’d explode if he didn’t give me more. I wanted more.

  “Fuck me, please,” I groaned in a whisper and he took his mouth away from my breast. He almost looked angry. Who was he angry with? Me? Himself?

  “I haven’t decided if I’m going to fuck you or not,” he replied.

  I stopped rolling my hips because I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck me?

  My nostrils flared. I was naked from the waist up, so I had to do everything to push my chin up. Tristian clenched his jaws tightly, I saw them move on his face.

  I pulled away from him, grabbed my top off the couch and stood up.

  “I didn’t say you could put your clothes back on,” he growled.

  “And you want me to just sit around naked for your pleasure while you make your decision?”

  I rolled my eyes, slipping my top on.

  Tristian stood up and lunged at me at lightning speed. Before I even knew what he was about to do.

  “You need my protection, remember? You need me,” he groaned in my ear as he pushed a hand down my jeans. I felt his fingers on my swollen clit, flicking my damp pussy. I still wanted him inside me. I still wanted this—that part hadn’t changed, even though I tried to be proud about it.

  “Yes, I do. But this has nothing to do with your protection,” I whispered heavily, still battling to keep a hold of myself. Although I was quickly losing that battle because he had thrust two fingers inside me while his thumb stroked my clit slowly and rhythmically.

  “It means I get to do this to you if I want. Watch you come for me, beg me to fuck you,” he continued. His mouth pressed into my ear.

  The harder he pumped his fingers into me, the closer I was to fulfilling his wish of coming.

  “I don’t have to do anything you say,” I snarled. My voice was shaky, just as my body. He held me tightly with one arm while his other fingers drilled into me. His thumb had complete control of my clit, and I hummed and purred, my toes curled.

  “I’m not saying it, Elsie.”

  His voice was like a soothing balm on a burn. I came explosively, exploding right there on his fingers. My thick cream was like a film on his fingers and he continued to pump into me, slower now. His thumb still stroked me, even slower now. He stared at my face while I came, shuddering and moaning with delight.

  And just like that, as soon as he was sure I was done coming for him, he released his grip on me.

  I was still in such a daze that I almost fell backwards. He caught me by my hips and pulled me back to him. My shoulders heaved. I was out of breath. Almost embarrassed he’d gotten exactly what he wanted and when he wanted it.

  “See, you didn’t even have to take your clothes off,” he said.

  He said he was going to take a shower and then disappeared for fifteen minutes.

  I was still in shock from what happened between us.

  It had all been a fantasy up until now. I knew I wanted Tristian. It was a physical desire that I experienced the moment I saw him. It was undeniable; he was too hot for my own good.

  But I thought he hated me. I thought he didn’t believe a word I told him about my story and relationship with Aldo. I thought I wasn’t anything more than a burden to him because his brother tasked him with watching over me and keeping me out of trouble.

  I definitely didn’t expect him to kiss me first.

  I eyed the front door while sitting on the couch, at a loss for what to do.

  Maybe this was my opportunity to leave. I was allowed to change my mind, right? The Dohertys technically weren’t holding me prisoner. I had surrendered myself to them on my own terms.

  Could I really run the risk of trusting them with my safety?

  What if they were just like Aldo Baron? What if I was a prisoner here too?

  I couldn’t decide fast enough. There wasn’t enough time.

  Tristian appeared again with his hair damp from the shower. He’d changed into different clothes and was freshly shaven. I got a whiff of his strong cologne and I nearly swooned.

  As suspicious as we were of each other, I’d never forget the way he made me feel. How much control he had over my body. How did he know how to touch me?

  “You’re free to have a shower if you want. I can arrange some change of clothes for you eventually. I’ll speak to my sisters-in-law,” he said.

  “Thank you.”

  I followed him with my eyes as he walked around his apartment—filling a glass with water to drink from the faucet. Grabbing an apple from the fridge. Slipping his jacket on, then his shoes. Brushing a hand through his hair. It seemed like he avoided looking at me, on purpose.

  Maybe he regretted it.

  Did I regret it too?

  But it’d felt so good. It’d felt so right.

  “I have to go. I need to speak to the rest of the family about you. Come up with a plan,” he said. He was already at the door. He wasn’t leaving me with any instructions. What was I supposed to do while he was gone?

  Ever since Aldo came into my life, I had lost all sense of freedom and freewill. I wasn’t sure if I was capable of making my own decisions anymore.

  “Okay,” I replied in a small voice.

  He gave me a nod and then left. Just like that.

  I had no idea when to expect him back. If he’d ever come back.

  It seemed like he tried to run as far away from me as possible.

  Six

  Tristian

  “Where’s Brendan?” I asked, walking into my father’s office at the family home.

  The rest of my brothers were there, talking excitedly to each other.

  “He’s at home with his brand new family,” Aidan replied, thumping my shoulder with the smack of a hand.

  “I can’t believe he’s a dad. Brendan’s a dad! We have a nephew!” Nolan exclaimed with a chuckle. The others shook their heads in disbelief with big smiles on their faces. We had a new Doherty in the family. One we hadn’t been aware of for the past three years. It was a pleasant surprise for all of us.

  Our father walked in and he looked like he was in a good mood.

  Things were looking up for us. No matter what Aldo tried to do, and all the ways that he tried to get to us—we prevailed over and over again.

  The general consensus was he’d eventually give up and scurry away when he realized he wasn’t going to win this war.

  “You’re a grandad!” Killian said.

  Our father laughed and looked proudly at us, shaking our hands.

  “I can’t wait to meet the little kid, but Brendan said they all need some time to adjust to the new life. Apparently, the kid had no idea Brendan’s his dad.” Dad spoke to us with a shine in his eyes.

  I wanted to rejoice in the shared excitement my brothers experienced. I was happy for Brendan too. I knew he was in love with Rosalie. They’d be good for each other. Most of all, they’d be good for the kid. But my mind was stuck on something else.

  Someone else.

  Elsie Harlow and how fuckin’ hot she was.

  I hadn’t yet done a good job of resisting her. It hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours and we’d already crossed the line.

  I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold myself back from all the other things I wanted to do to her.

  She seemed pretty shaken up after what happened. I wasn’t sure if she regretted it. If she was mad at me and herself.

  The sexual chemistry between us was undeniable.

  And what if I was wrong about her? What if Brendan was right? What if she played me.

  My insane need to fuck her colored my rational thought.

  I needed someone else’s point of view and opinion on Elsie. I needed to be sure I could trust her.
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br />   “What do you have to say about her?” It was Colin. His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked several times, trying to regain my presence in the room.

  “What? Who?” I asked, looking around, a little dazed.

  I realized the rest of my family had a conversation this whole time while I was lost in thoughts of Elsie. How fuckin’ pathetic.

  “The chick you have in your apartment. The one who rescued Davey. What’s up with her?” Colin clarified.

  I looked at my brother’s faces. They all waited for an answer.

  I shrugged.

  “Nothing’s up. There’s nothing to report,” I replied.

  I just hoped they believed me.

  “I spoke to Brendan and he’s not sure she’s telling the truth,” Killian added.

  They didn’t seem to notice the deer-in-the-headlights look in my eyes.

  I would’ve hated to have to admit I made her come with my fingers. And she liked it.

  I was supposed to keep an eye on her. Make sure she was under surveillance the whole time so she couldn’t fuck us over. The last thing my family needed to hear was I wanted to fuck her.

  “Brendan is being cautious. This girl saved his son’s life, he should be grateful,” Aidan said. He’d always been the softie in the family. Colin shook his head and exchanged a glance with Killian. I knew what they were thinking—they were in agreement with Brendan.

  We couldn’t afford to be too quick to put all our faith in a chick we knew nothing about.

  “What do you think? You’ve spent some time with the girl,” Dad spoke up. It took me a few moments to realize he was talking to me. I was still trying to pull myself together. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to talk about her with a straight face.

  I shrugged again. It was the only thing I could do to pretend to not give a shit.

  “She hasn’t done anything to make me suspicious. She told me she’s been cooking the books for him.”

  “Is she an accountant or something?” Dad asked and I nodded.

  “So she’s on his payroll?” Killian asked.

  “According to her, he’s forced her to work off her father’s debt.”

  “What kind of debt?” Colin cut in.

  “One that he had to pay for with his life and his wife’s.”

  That made them shut up. This was serious stuff. If Elsie was to be believed, Aldo had already killed her family in cold blood.

  We took that shit very seriously in our family. We knew what it meant to lose someone who meant something to us.

  I sensed it made our father visibly uncomfortable.

  “But she hasn’t given us any reason to believe her story,” Colin reiterated.

  “She hasn’t given us a reason to disbelieve her either,” I snapped. Probably a little too quickly for somebody who didn’t give a damn.

  “You think she’s telling the truth?” Nolan asked.

  “I don’t know yet, but I’m not going to treat her like she’s a guest at my home and share my bank details with her,” I replied. The others smirked at that.

  The truth was, I still didn’t know how I felt about Elsie. I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t.

  My cock wanted something but my brain told me something else—and that felt like a greater war than the one we were fighting with Aldo.

  I stopped by a pizza place on my way back to the apartment.

  It was only after I left the house once Dad was done lecturing us on all the ways we’d teach Aldo a lesson—that I realized I hadn’t left any instructions for Elsie.

  Was there even any food at the apartment?

  I didn’t want her to feel like a prisoner at my place. I wasn’t in a position where I trusted her completely, but I didn’t want her to feel tortured or threatened either.

  I’d never had people staying at my place, so being hospitable towards guests wasn’t something I was used to.

  I arrived at the apartment and let myself in.

  She wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room and I figured she was in the shower or taking a nap in the spare room.

  I got the pizza, fries and soda ready for us on the kitchen table, then went looking for her.

  She wasn’t in the apartment. I looked everywhere. Even under the fuckin’ bed. She was gone.

  I should’ve known.

  I never should’ve crossed that line with her.

  I had a feeling in my bones this chick wasn’t as fault-free as she made herself out to be. She couldn’t be that sexy, that beautiful, that smart and that oppressed by Aldo too.

  There was a catch.

  She’d lied this whole time.

  Were her parents alive and well?

  Had she gone back to the Barons and reported every detail she remembered about me? About us? What did she want?

  If she wanted to infiltrate the family, wouldn’t it have made more sense to stick around a little longer?

  The thoughts ravaged my brain while I walked around the apartment, fuming.

  My hands were bunched up in fists. I needed to do something. I felt the rage and adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was bursting at the seams. I felt like an idiot.

  An idiot who had allowed himself to believe her. Even for a few hours.

  I consoled her. I wanted to make her feel better when she told me her sob story about her parents.

  Fuck!

  I pulled the pizza and the rest of the food off the table and threw it all on the floor.

  And that was when the front door opened. I heard it and ran out to look.

  Elsie walked in, as calm as usual. She looked up at me, surprised, and said “Oh!”

  I lunged at her, pushing her back until she was pinned to the wall. She wriggled in my grip but I had my hands on her arms. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  When she looked into my eyes, she stopped struggling. Maybe she saw what was going on, why I was acting that way—because I didn’t know where she was and expected the worst.

  Then I pushed myself into her, taking possession of her mouth.

  Seven

  Elsie

  After Tristian left earlier, the thought of running away crossed my mind.

  Things had gotten way too complicated here and way too fast.

  When I made my escape from Aldo and took Davey with me—I figured the Dohertys would’ve welcomed me with open arms since they were in the middle of a war with Aldo.

  I expected to be treated better than this.

  Instead, I now lived with a man who didn’t trust me. Neither did the rest of his family. And the worst was that I wanted him. I wanted his body and I wanted to win his trust. As desperate as that sounded.

  I felt that bubbling excitement every time he looked at me. I wanted to please him, even though I’d spent my life trying to live on my own terms, without trying to win anybody’s affection.

  I especially never wanted to rely on a man for happiness.

  My dad had taught me that. He had told me I needed to love and respect myself enough to not seek it out from someone else.

  Which was probably why being around Tristian made me angry, made me weak. I had finally met a man who’d made me give up my life’s code. I yearned for him, and couldn’t stand the fact he didn’t feel the same.

  But even though I thought leaving the Dohertys would probably help me feel better, I knew it’d be a stupid thing to do.

  The chances of Aldo finding me and dealing with me was way lower when I was around a Doherty. I’d exposed myself to almost certain death if I lived without their protection. At least for now.

  So, I went for a walk around the apartment block. I hadn’t been gone more than twenty minutes when I returned.

  Tristian had left the door open so it wasn’t a difficult adventure at all.

  When I walked back through the door, I wasn’t expecting him to be back. I thought he’d be gone the whole day. The whole night even. He didn’t really want to be around me, right?

  So when I saw the rage and surpris
e in his eyes, I didn’t know what to make of it.

  He charged at me, pushing me back into the wall. And as I peered into his angry bloodshot eyes, I realized something he tried to hide—Tristian Doherty actually cared about me.

  He cared about what happened to me.

  It wouldn’t have made any difference to him if I left now. Aldo would kill me and that wouldn’t affect his life. If I was spying for Aldo—it wouldn’t matter either. He knew I hadn’t taken any information against him that Aldo could use.

  So the only reason for him to be angry was because he was worried about my welfare. What it meant if I was out on the streets alone and without his protective arm around me.

  He’d pinned me to the wall because he was relieved I was okay.

  And that had to be the reason why he kissed me too.

  I knew I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve put a stop to it when I had the chance, but I didn’t. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him harder. He bit my lower lip and I gasped with pleasure, thrusting my hips into him so we’d be as close to each other as we possibly could.

  I felt the burning heat he gave off. It sent a shiver down my spine, right down through the rest of my body until I felt it in my pussy.

  I was so wet for him. I pushed myself further and further into him. I needed him inside me. I needed more than he gave me last time. His hands traveled down my back until he grabbed my ass and squeezed, making me almost jump.

  His hands were so big and strong, perfectly cupping my ass.

  He broke the kiss, but only so he could leave a wet trail down my neck. I felt his hot breath and stubble on my skin. His tongue was between my breasts, sucking, licking, tasting.

  I reached for his cock and stroked him hard. He was hard, throbbing and ready to take possession of me. And I was ready to give him everything he wanted, how he wanted.