Chapter 24 Cesare #3
I groaned as I grabbed his hips and shuddered. My thrusts were losing their rhythm, and I was losing my mind. I released his hip long enough to wrap my fist around his long locks. I yanked, and he shook so hard it was nearly convulsions.
“Cum on my cock,” I panted. “Now. Come on. Shoot all over the car, slut.”
I watched as his eyes rolled back. His hips jerked as his ass squeezed around me so tightly I lost the last shred of my restraint.
I stumbled forward, leaning over him as jets of cum filled him over and over again.
My hips slammed forward deep, my head tilted back, and I felt my balls draw up as they emptied inside of him.
For a minute, we stayed like that. His lips parted as he stared out, dazed and whimpering. I lifted my hand and licked the drool from my hand before I stared down at him.
“You alive?” I grunted.
“No,” he mumbled. “I’m okay with that. Let me die. This is heaven,” he slurred. “And I am eternal.”
I raised a brow and grinned. “There is something seriously wrong with you.” Slowly, I pulled out, and he gasped before he reached back to touch his gaping hole. He pushed two fingers inside before he brought them to his lips and moaned. “So good. You taste so good.”
I slapped his ass. “You start talking like that, and I’m going to be inside your guts again. Get up and get your ass in the car.”
Rafael stumbled as I helped him up. I tucked the bottle of lube away and helped him lift his panties and pants back over his hips. He held on to me tightly as I led him back to the passenger seat. Hissing, he slipped inside.
Need to run a bath when we get home. Get some Epsom salt in there. I went a little hard.
Reaching inside, I brushed my thumbs underneath his eyes. The tears that were there were already drying. I licked my skin anyway, tasting the salt of him.
“You good?”
He looked up at me, half out of it. “Yeah.” He smiled softly. “More than good.”
I nodded. “Buckle up. We’ll be home soon.”
Rounding the car, I headed for my door when I heard the screech of tires.
My head instinctively shot up as a dark sedan was pointed at me down the alley.
Without hesitation, I hopped into my car, started it, and slammed it into reverse.
The wheels screamed as I shot backward out of the alley and onto the street.
“What’s going on?” Rafael asked. “Shit. Who is that?”
“Fuck if I know. Some asshole,” I muttered. “Hold on.”
Before I could even hit the street, there was another car. I swore and saw it: the flash of a gun before the sound of bullets ripped through the air.
The peace was shattered. Rafael shouted, and I dragged him down, lying on top of him as glass exploded inward and rained down on my back.
I grunted, my hands gripping him tightly as I reached for the gun beneath my seat.
Shots rang out, the sound loud and echoing in the air.
I waited, my breathing filling my ears as the world fell away and all I could do was focus on what had to come next.
Sitting up, I lifted my gun between shots and aimed at the dark sedan.
I squeezed off shots. They thudded into the exterior of the car before one slammed into the windshield.
I heard shouted Italian, saw them scrambling, the masks pulled low over their faces before they started to retreat.
The other car followed suit. Apparently they were either pussies or hadn’t realized I didn’t give a fuck about dying.
Every instinct in me screamed to get out and turn them into a wet, bloody stain on the ground.
But Rafael clung to me, his hands digging into my shirt.
I couldn’t leave him, not while we were exposed.
I fired off more shots, needing them to get the fuck away from us. When I was done, I glanced down.
Rafael panted against my body as I held him tightly.
The sound of the retreating car was loud in the darkness, the squeal of tires filling the night air.
When I turned, I met his eyes. They were terrified.
It was the expression I’d seen on every woman’s face right before she looked at me and said those devastating words.
I can’t do this anymore, Cesare.
“You’re okay,” I said quietly. “Look at me.” I patted his cheek. “It’s all right. They’re gone now.” When he nodded but didn’t say anything, I swallowed thickly. “Want me to take you to Grand Myah’s? You’ll be safe there.”
Rafael frowned. “No!” he said, his hands tightening in my shirt. "Let’s just get the hell out of here. We need to go, Cesare. We can't stay here.”
I stared at him. “Rafael, shit is getting rough. You need to be somewhere safe.”
“Then take us somewhere safe,” he breathed. “Please. Let’s leave New York until this shit calms down, but I’m not leaving you. I’m never leaving you.”
My chest tightened. “Don’t promise shit you can't guarantee.”
“I can,” he said, his face so serious he looked deadly. “I am not leaving you, Cesare. Don’t ask me to.”
I searched his face before I turned forward and threw the car into drive.
The way he said it, I believed him. I peeled out into the night, my foot stomping on the gas, I drove us back to the safety of the penthouse.
If Rafael wanted to get out of here, we would.
And in my absence, I was going to make sure my men found who the fuck had pointed a gun at what was mine.