~ Chapter 18 ~
Nico
“Are you moving to Jersey? Why are you still there?” Leo asks when he calls.
“No, I just need more time here. I need to sort some things out with someone.”
“So, a girl,” he presumes. “Makes sense now.”
“Does it?”
“There’s not much that can keep you from work.”
“I’m still handling everything from here. Do you need me for something?”
“No, Luca can handle it. I do need to talk to you about something when you get back, though. It’s important. Something I want both you and Vinny present for.”
The only important topic that would involve just Vinny and I is our sister, Mia.
I knew this was coming after everything with Katarina and Dante. Leo’s sister was supposed to be married to Santino Antonucci as a bridging of the two families. Turned out Katarina and Dante, our family’s hitter and security specialist, were in love with each other, and that arrangement was never going to work.
But my little sister?
Fuck.
Mia is going to hate it, and I don’t even know if I want her to be married off to a guy whose father sold us out to the Armenians and almost got us killed.
“I can tell by your silence you probably know what it’s about. We’ll discuss it before decisions are made.”
“Fine,” I clip, keeping my emotions in check. They’re already out of whack because of Cassie, and this on top of it is going to make me lose my shit if I’m not careful.
Hanging up, I toss my phone on the desk in my hotel suite and pour myself a drink. I need to regain my focus and take care of the rest of the payments to everyone in the family.
We funnel the money we get from our gambling dens around the city and monthly fight nights through a few shell companies and our legitimate companies to clean it and make it look legitimate. One of my jobs is to do payroll for each company. Our soldiers, captains, and everyone else in the family all have their names on businesses as employees, so our income is always legitimate in the eyes of the government.
Once I authorize it all, I close my laptop and pour myself another glass of whiskey.
I gave Cassie everything on me that I was willing to share on paper. Of course, I omitted my more deadly indiscretions that could land me in prison if anyone got ahold of the papers. Besides, if she wants to know about those, then she can ask me. I won’t lie to her, but I don’t think she needs details into that aspect of the family business.
A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts, and when I answer it, I’m met with the beautiful vision of Cassandra Connelly herself.
“I got your gift,” she says, holding up the envelope. “It makes me wonder what you know about me if you felt the need to give me such an in depth look into your life. But that’s not what I want to talk about right now.”
“It’s not?”
“No.” She gives a little shake of her head while wearing a sneaky little smile. “I’m here because I’m tired of denying what I want.”
“And what is it you want?” I ask smoothly, darting my eyes between hers. I don’t want to miss anything.
“You. This. Us.” Her words hit me right in my heart and I’m fucking soaring. “I don’t have all the answers,” she continues nervously, “and I still have a lot of questions. But what I do know, is that I’m tired of fighting with myself when it comes to you, and I just want to have one thing that’s all mine.”
“And that’s me?” I probe, needing her to say the words. I don’t want any more hot and cold. I want to hear her say it so there’s no doubts.
“Yes, that’s you,” she says confidently.
“It’s not that easy now,” I tell her, and she narrows her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been nothing but open with you and how much I want you, Cassandra.” Her eyes flutter at my use of her full name. “Now you need to show me how much you want me.”
I step back to let her in my room and her eyes flash with that spicy need to fire back at me, but she bites her tongue.
I take a seat in the club chair I have positioned to face the windows, beckoning her over with the wave of two fingers.
Cassie walks around me to stand in front of me, and I swirl my whiskey in my glass. “Get on your knees, la mia rossa piccante. I don’t need you to say anything to know you want me. Your mouth has a much better way of apologizing that doesn’t include words.”
Cassie raises her chin. “I never said I was apologizing.”
I tilt my head. “Then why are you here?”
She remains silent.
“You’re tired of pushing me away,” I tell her. “So pull me closer, piccante. Right into that hot little mouth of yours.”
I can see her need to talk back, but she rolls her lips between her teeth to hold back, making me smile. That stuns her, and my smile widens. The list of things in my arsenal to get Cassie to turn to putty in my hands is growing.
Cassie takes her coat off and folds it over the back of the couch. She starts to kneel, until I hold up my pointer finger to stop her. “Wait. I want you naked first. I want to see what’s mine.”
She unzips her heeled boots first, then slowly peels her skin-tight jeans down her legs. The determined set of her jaw and fiery passion in her eyes has my cock rock-fucking-solid.
She takes directions so well when she has something to prove.
Cassie lifts her sweater over her head and drops it to the floor at her feet. She stands before me in black panties and a purple bra that looks so damn good against her skin and red hair.
She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. When the satin falls away, I’m greeted to her perfect tits and nipples that are begging to be sucked, pinched, and pulled so they turn that deep red shade of her hair I fucking love.
I rub my bottom lip to keep from reaching out and touching her, and scrape my teeth over my bottom lip when she shimmies her hips and pushes her panties down. Cassie stands proud in front of me with her shoulders back, jaw set, and eyes ablaze. A goddess.
I swirl my finger in the air. “Turn. Let me see all of you.”
She obliges, and when she’s back facing me, I grab her by her inner thigh and pull her towards me. She braces herself on my shoulders and I waste no time sliding my hand up to cup her pussy.
Fuck, she’s already drenched.
“You like when I tell you what to do.” It’s not a question. I already have the answer coating my fingers.
When Cassie doesn’t say anything, I slide a finger inside her, and she chokes on a little moan.
“Once I get my apology, you’ll get yours, Cassandra.”
“You already apologized,” she says, dazed by my touch. “The envelope.”
“Oh, piccante,” I tease, stroking her slowly. “That wasn’t my apology. That was what you deserved. My apology will come in the form of your come. All over my hand, on my tongue, coating my cock. All night long.”
“Ohh,” she sighs, tilting her hips towards me, trying to get more from me.
I take my hand away and bring it to my lips. “Mmm,” I hum, “the best appetizer there is.”
Cassie watches me clean my finger off and her pupils dilate. She slides her hands from my shoulders, down my chest and thighs, and braces herself there as she lowers herself to her knees between mine.
She runs her hands back up my thighs and traces my cock through the fabric of my pants. The gleam in her eyes tells me she’s going to torture me a little before she gives me what I want. My own punishment for having her make me come before she does.
What she doesn’t know is how many times I wished for this moment this past month. She can tease me as much as she likes. At least it’s real. At least she’s here. And I’m going to come down her throat no matter what.
Cassie adds pressure to her touch, making me so fucking hard, I have to concentrate not to come in my pants like a damned teenager.
I grip her wrist to stop her movements. “Is something wrong?” she asks sweetly, her false innocence turning me on even more.
“Yes,” I grunt. “My cock should be hitting the back of your throat right now, but you’re insisting on being a little tease.”
Cassie bites her lip and I growl. I know what she’s waiting for.
“Take my cock out. Now.”
Her eyes twinkle with approval and her hands go to the fly of my pants, making quick work of the button and zipper. Reaching inside, I groan when her hand wraps around my cock and pulls it out – freeing me from the tight confines.
Fucking finally.
“Squeeze me,” I demand, and her gentle grip tightens. “Now give me your best, Cassandra.”
She licks her lips and holds my gaze as her head lowers. The pretty pink tip of her tongue peeks out and rims the tip of my cock.
I suck in a breath through clenched teeth and my muscles seize.
Fuck me.
I can’t handle any more teasing.
“Suck me off. Now.”
Cassie looks up at me, and with a small lift of her lips as the only warning I’ll get, she takes as much of me in her hot little mouth as she can take – all at once.
“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping the arms of the chair.
She squeezes the base of my cock and sucks me hard, swirling her tongue around the head when she comes back up.
I reach for her nipple and tweak it, making her whimper and moan, and the vibration shoots straight through me.
Cassie starts out slow, but I need more. “Faster,” I order, and her eyes slice to mine.
My God, she’s fucking beautiful.
Her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes mad and wild, and her naked body flushed with the enjoyment of taking my orders. All of it is fucking beautiful.
Watching my cock disappear in and out of her mouth brings the fire licking down my spine quicker than I’d like. I want to hold out and prolong this vision and feeling, but my need to shoot my load down her throat is greater.
“Take more,” I hiss out, sliding my hand into her hair and gripping her roots at the back of her head.
Cassie hums around me and relaxes her jaw to take me all the way to the back of her throat. I grip her hair harder and hold her there for a few seconds before pulling her up.
Her gaze is watery, but filled with determination. She wants to give me what I want and what I need, and what I need is to fuck her mouth.
Controlling her movements now, I guide her up and down my cock, quickening the pace and grunting every time I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re going to swallow everything, piccante. Don’t waste a single drop of my come you’ve earned.”
Cassie moans her approval and doesn’t resist me.
I stiffen even more and she squeezes my base, cups my balls, and sucks me like a fucking vacuum to pull my orgasm from me like she’s as desperate for my come as I am to fill her with it.
“Fuuucckkk,” I groan, long and low, holding her down on my cock as my come shoots down her throat.
Cassie hums as she swallows around me – taking it all.
I loosen my grip on her and she ascends my length, licking me clean as she goes.
Sitting back on her heels, she swipes the corners of her mouth with her thumb and licks it clean as well.
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s going to kill me.
“Did sucking my cock turn you on, la mia rossa piccante?”
She runs her hands through her hair – her tits lifting in the process – and gives me a little nod.
“Let me see.”
Cassie’s hand drifts down between her legs and swipes her finger through her pussy, holding her glistening finger up for me to see.
I grab her wrist and haul her up off the floor. I bring her finger to my lips to get a little taste of my lunch.
I pull on her arm so she falls against me, and I slam my lips against hers. She softens immediately and kisses me back with a hunger for more.
“It’s my turn now,” I murmur against her lips, and slip my fingers right inside of her with ease. She’s so damn wet. So damn ready. So damn perfect.