Mafia Rules (Mafia King #1)

35. ASH

35

ASH

I drove to my condo first to find all her things gone. I left immediately and went to Macy’s, hoping to see her there. Instead, Macy greeted me with a cold shoulder and told me Eve had just left but wouldn’t tell me where.

Back in my car, I think about where she could have gone. She wouldn’t go back home. Her parents constantly belittled her. I head back to my condo, ready to gather whomever I needed, to locate her. I’d search the ends of the earth until I find her.

When I open the door to my place, I spot her leather bag slumped on the wooden chair near the window. “Eve?” Heart pounding, I call out as I race towards the bedroom. I hear the bathroom door close as soon as I enter.

“Baby?” I put my hand on the door. “I’m sorry, Eve. This weekend was a whole fuckup. I should have stayed here with you.” I try the door handle, but she’s locked it.

The sound of quiet weeping seeps through the heavy door. A fierce protectiveness makes my soul ache to hold her. I wait for her to respond, only to hear her body press against the other side of the door.

“Open the door, Eve.” I lower my voice, pressing my body against the door. “Please, Love.”

“You fucked her!” Eve screams at me through the door, then pounds her fist or feet against it, the wood shaking with each impact. “Get away from me.”

“I didn’t, Eve. I fucking hate her. I’d never do that to us. I was wrong about leaving, but I wasn’t with Sasha.”

“I was there,” she sobs again, “You were in the shower, her shower!”

“No, my love. That was Hardy. His shower didn’t work. I’ll call him right now.” I pull my phone out of my pocket and put it on speaker, not waiting for her to respond. “Hey, Hardy. Where were you when you heard the voices?”

“The shower. Did you find Eve?” Hardy’s voice was eager for news.

“Thanks,” I say, ending the call. “It wasn’t me. Now, can you please open the door? I need you in my arms. I don’t feel right.” A storm of emotions rages inside me. The things this girl did to me.

“I can’t.” I hear her breathless against the door. “I never want to see you again.”

“I don’t believe you. We were fucking made to be together, love. I love you so much, Eve. I’ll do anything for you to open this door and look at me. I’m a fucking mess without you.” Tears fall down my cheeks, and my voice shakes. I don’t care that I’m breaking. I need her.

I hear the faint click of the door unlocking, and I waste no time opening it and taking her in my arms. Her body trembles, each sob racking through her as she cried into my chest. “It’s okay, Eve. I love you. I love you. I love you.” I repeat in her ear, pressing gentle kisses on her neck.

“I feel sick.” She pushes past me, a slight shove against my chest.

“Nothing happened between Sasha and me. Hardy came with us, and we’ve been working on getting through all the deals. I tried to call you and text, but you fucking blocked me, babe.” I reach for her face and pull her to me and kiss her lips, which she willingly parts for me. I move my tongue into her mouth, at first soft and sweet, then hard. Because I needed to be in her. I need the kind of closeness only that brings.

She yanks back, her eyes about to overflow. “No. You don’t get to do that to me.”

I get on my knees, my arms hanging at my side, fully submitting to her. “I’m yours for using. For as long as I have air in my lungs on this earth, my love. Then I’ll find you in every lifetime after.”

Eve slips past me out of the door. I bolt upright, a surge of adrenaline coursing through me, and run after her. She couldn't leave until she knew the truth.

“I hate you!” She unleashes another scream, this time with raw anger. I back her up against the wall with my body without touching her. Soon, she’s slamming her fist into my chest, crying. “I hate how you make me feel.”

“Tell me, love. How do you feel?” I hold her tightly and feel her body fight me at first, then it gives in and falls into me.

“I can’t…”

“Tell me…you can,” I whisper in her ear.

“How could you?” Her words are laced with sobs as she speaks.

“I should have stayed here. I’m sorry for our fight. But I didn’t disrespect you.” With the soft weight of her in my arms, I feel her body relax against mine. “I love you, Eve.”

She doesn’t say it back, and I feel that pain hitting my heart. We should be fucking right now and making plans for time alone. Not fighting over something that didn’t happen. I bear walk her back to our bedroom. She doesn’t protest.

I pick her up at the door and bring her to the bed, putting her down softly. I climb on top of her. She’s quiet and lets me take the lead. I lean on my elbows, our foreheads touching.

“I need to be in you,” I whisper my request, bracing myself for her refusal. She replies by kissing me.

I sit back on my knees, removing my shirt and using it to wipe the tears from her face. I throw it on the floor and slip her shirt over her head.

Her fingers reach for my belt, undoing the buckle and slowly unzipping my pants. Her hand reaching for the bulge in my pants. A breathless “I want you in my mouth.” escapes her lips. “I crave your taste.”

I move back and slide my hands under her jeans, yanking them off along with her panties, causing her body to bounce on the bed. She removes the last piece of clothing, unclasping her bra.

I position myself between her legs. She’ll get her request, but after I come inside of her. Being the only one who could do that with her heightens my arousal. I tease her pink lips apart before focusing my attention on sucking her clit. Her taste lingers on my taste buds, a mix of sweetness and saltiness that I couldn't get enough of. I could spend the entire day savoring her delicious taste.

With each moan, her hips lift in a steady rhythm, and her fingers knot in my hair as she presses my head against her. I playfully caress the exterior before inserting two fingers into her warmth. Fuck…

Releasing her grip, I immediately move closer and lavish attention on her nipples until I reach my breaking point. I press my cock deep inside her, feeling her hips grinding against mine as I fuck her into the bed.

“Rougher.” She pleads between moans. “Fuck me hard.”

I comply with her demand, adjusting my position to support myself better as I push into her with all my strength.

We both moan in unison. I lift myself up to see her twisting in pleasure beneath me. I don’t last as long as I want. As I thrust into her one final time, the tension builds in my balls, and I hold myself inside her as I come.

I collapse onto her, feeling the softness of her body beneath mine, and I scramble off, afraid of hurting her. I draw her to me, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. “I’m gonna do that daily for the rest of your life, babe.” I kiss her lips.

We lay side by side, the warmth of our bodies a silent communication, our gazes intertwined. We end up huddled, our arms wrapped around each other snuggly.

“Move in with me?” I ask. She’d been staying with me, unofficially.

“You gonna be able to make room in that closet for me?” Giggling, she moves her hand up and down my body, leaving a trail of tingling sensations.

“You can have it all, love.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Will you move in?”

“Yes, I’ll live with you.” She kisses then licks my neck.

With a passionate kiss, I let my hand wander over her body, my fingers loving the curves of her form as I crave another round…