Chapter 45 #2
No one can break something that’s already been broken, but with every thrust, I feel myself being remade. Then he squeezes my throat. Just enough to add the dark edge that I crave.
A climax slams into me, sending me soaring.
My ears ring, filling my consciousness with white noise as my pussy spasms and sparks a firestorm that explodes from my core outward across the surface of my skin.
I feel the quickening, the surge of adrenaline as he nears his release, his cock seeming to grow harder and his strokes turning wild.
His eyes are locked on mine, and his face is a perfect picture of savagery.
“Dante!” My next climax hits like a freight train slamming into me and dragging me under into spasmodic bliss.
He grunts. His hot cum fills me. And his strokes slow and stop.
“God! Fuck!” He blinks rapidly. “Fuck!”
His lips close over mine, kissing me, drugging me, his tongue in my mouth like he’s trying to consume me, stealing the last of my breath.
I give it to him gladly.
When he lifts his head, we are both breathing hard. His weight on me, pressing me down into the mattress, is sublime. The feeling of him inside me, more so.
His next kiss is gentle and tender. No. I can’t have that.
“You’re squashing me.”
“Shit. Sorry.”
DANTE
She slaps me across the face the moment I slide out of her. The crack of contact and the follow-up sting momentarily rob me of thought. While I’m still reeling, she slips from under me and stalks out of the room.
My eyes track her. Damn, she has a nice ass, and legs, and that hair. I just want to sink my fingers into it and fuck her again.
She exits my room and sight.
The guest bedroom door slams a moment later.
I wince. Jesus. What the fuck was that? I mentally skim over what just happened, trying to make sense of it and give up.
“I’m taking off every fucking door in this apartment,” I mutter to myself.
Raking a hand through my hair, I pitch off the bed and stumble through to the bathroom.
My dick looks like someone murdered it… I take a leak, throw on a pair of sweatpants, and head to the main living area.
This shit is wild. I need a coffee before I go for round two.
I do a double-take when I find Christian sitting casually on my couch, thumbing through his cell phone. He’s wearing a suit. Somewhere along the last year, he’s changed, or maybe I’m merely seeing him clearly for the first time.
As a man.
As an enforcer.
He’s not my baby brother anymore and hasn’t been for a while.
“Morning,’ he says cheerfully. He nods his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “You two already hit the heady heights of domestic bliss? That was quick.”
“Fuck off, Chris,” I say, too tired to put any heat into it. “What are you doing here, anyway?” I carry on to the kitchen area, finding the coffee is already made.
I grunt at the presumptuous prick making himself at home while I’ve been banging Carmela, and pour myself a cup.
“Ettore sent me to liaise with you in the search for Carmela. I’m a dutiful soldier, so I came over early.”
I snort a laugh… then roll back.
“How did you even get in?”
He puts his hand to his chest and gives me a fake wounded look. “I’m not giving up all my trade secrets. Also, the dark web is very educational. Remember?”
“Whatever.” I rub absently at my right cheek. It’s stinging where she slapped me. Makes me want to toss her on the bed and fuck her all over again.
His eyes narrow. “Why are you rubbing your cheek like that?”
I’m still thinking about kicking Christian out and fucking my woman, so his question throws me for a moment. “Carmela slapped me.”
“The fuck?” he mutters, scowling and radiating pissed. “I can’t believe she slapped you. Her anger was supposed to be all mine.”
“Well, she’s on her period, and some asshole abducted her yesterday, so she has a lot of issues to work through.”
He suddenly grins and leans back on the couch, putting his hands behind his head. “So, you’ve not gotten into her panties, then? That’s a shame.”
Maybe he hasn’t been here as long as I thought… I don’t say anything, confident that my expression corrects his assumption. It wipes the smile right off his face.
My opportunity to get one over on my brother is curtailed when the she-devil appears. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she’s wearing yoga pants and a cropped top. “What is he doing here?”
“Morning, Carmela.” Christian plasters on a smile. His ability to project different emotions at the flick of a switch is something to behold.
“Go to hell, Christian.”
I snort a laugh.
My amusement fades as she rounds on me purposefully, coming right up to me and poking me in the chest.
“You think I’m just going to fall into your arms, Dante?” She sneers. “I’d rather fuck Christian.”
“Babe, you know our hate fucks are on another level,” Christian says. “But Dante’s feelings are going to be hurt.”
I put my coffee down—just in case she slaps me again—take her bony little finger and lift it to my lips. It momentarily stuns her, and I make a mental note, even though I doubt she’ll fall for that trick again. “She was screaming my name and coming all over my dick right before she slapped me.”
Her nostrils flare. She snatches her hand away, takes my coffee from the counter, and exits the room with it. I watch her go, bemused, beguiled. Does she realize she’s putting her lips right where mine have been when she takes a sip?
And I need to thank Cherry for finding those pants—they fit her like a glove.
“You may be ahead of me on the hate fucks,” I say to Christian. “But I’m catching up fast.”
He saunters over, refills his coffee cup, and waves the carafe in my direction. I nod. He collects a mug from the cupboard and fills it before handing it to me.
“So,” he says, keeping his voice low. “You find where she stashed them, yeah?”
Them?
A hot tide washes over me. “Not yet.”
He pulls a strip of pills out of his breast pocket and hands them to me.
Sweat breaks out across the surface of my skin. “You just happen to know the ones she takes?” I shove them into the pocket of my sweatpants.
“I’ve poked around her things, so yeah, I know what brand they are. Ettore has a facility that can swap out just about any medication. Replacing birth control with… other things… is more lucrative than you would believe.”
“Please tell me this is safe.”
He frowns. “Safe? Of course it’s safe. The two guys there run a tight ship. They come with a hefty price tag and if word got out we fucked up an order, we wouldn’t be in business for long. He sells most of them to the Russians and they don’t fuck around if you piss them off.”
Okay, I feel better about pills, but now my concern shifts to the customer base.
Cedro had limited dealings with the Russians. If he was on-selling from this facility to them, I was out of the loop. “How long has he been selling to the Russians?”
“I don’t know. Jero mentioned it when I went there with him. Someone had been lifting a few boxes here and there. It took a while before the missing stock was noticed. That was maybe six months ago... I thought about swapping them before but didn’t want to take the chance that Ettore?—”
“Don’t say his fucking name in her context again.”
“Fair point… When I saw the prescription in her purse, I guessed what it was. She has Jessica get them for her. She might have left them in her purse. But she’s used to hiding them from prick face, and I’m thinking she will do the same.”
I nod.
He grins. “I’ll wait for you in Leon’s office… unless you want me to distract her?”
“You can wait in Leon’s office.”