12. Tommy
12
Tommy
As soon as we’re back on the estate, I hear Urzo’s voice behind me demanding we both follow up with Santino.
Fuck that.
I’m a man on a mission, moving through our home with something new clawing at my chest. Something I haven’t felt in ages. Fear.
I need to see Valeria with my own eyes. Otherwise, I won’t be able to ignore this voice whispering in my ear that I can’t trust my brothers. That someone here doesn’t belong.
I’ll want to start interviewing them in the only way I know how. All to make sure Valeria stays safe.
I find Bia, Camellia, and Alle eating their dinner. Eliza’s flipping through a random book in the library, perking up at the realization that Urzo must be home.
The kitchen is empty besides the women who continue to cook our meals. The garden is empty.
By the time I’m taking two steps at a time up the grand staircase, I’m breathless. Reaching the last place to come to mind, I shove the door to my bedroom open and flick on the light.
The lump on my bed stirs beneath the blanket, clutching the blanket closer to her body. Walking over to the bed, I grab the blanket and yank it away.
Valeria hisses as the light hits her eyes and squints. Frowning up at me, she tries to reach for the blanket.
“You’re still here.” Panting, the words tumble out of my mouth. “You didn’t run. No one took you away.”
Blinking, she rubs at her eyes. “I’m trying to sleep.”
The bed creaks the moment my knee makes contact, and her gasp fills the air as I move to hover over her. Looking down at her, I see she’s growing more alert. Her eyes search my face with confusion.
Moving to rest on her elbows, her brows come together as she eliminates another few inches between us. “What happened?”
Unable to think as relief washes over me, I swoop down and swallow her next gasp as my mouth finds hers. Flattening her against the mattress, she opens up with ease, letting me explore her mouth with wild abandon.
She fists my shirt, yanking on it. Instead of pushing me away, she’s tugging me closer. Licking and nipping at her bottom lip, I leave it swollen before moving my mouth toward her neck. All the while, my heart rages in my chest, bashing and thrashing without any constraints.
“Elijah wants to take you away from me,” I tell her as my mouth finds a sensitive spot beneath her ear. When her body suddenly stiffens, my hand finds the hem of her shirt, and I slip my hand beneath to feel her smooth skin. So warm and soft. “The bastard doesn’t understand that you’re already taken.”
“Tommy—” She sucks in a breath when I lap at her neck and find one of her breasts to cup. Her nipple is already pinching tight, stabbing the palm of my hand.
“You’re mine , Valeria. I don’t share with disgusting vile.” Growling the words, I feel the layer of goosebumps that breaks across her skin. “No one can touch you, not like this. This is mine.”
Growling deep into the pit of my chest, I grind against her, seeking some relief.
She doesn’t have a clue what I’m talking about, and I don’t want to tell her. If she learns the plan is to allow men to touch and taste her body, I don’t want to know how she’ll react. She’ll hate me even more if I break their hands and take their eyes for trying to touch her.
Her hips lift to meet mine, and she moans softly. “Did you go out and get drunk? What in the hell is wrong with you?”
There is something clouding my judgment, but it isn’t alcohol. She’s making it impossible to think, not while she’s squirming beneath me.
Lifting high enough to make breathing a little easier, her chest rises and falls. With my hand shoved beneath, I’m seeing more skin than she’d ever allow me to on a normal day.
Her eyes search like she’s trying to find the answer to the mess happening inside of me. The truth is, this woman came in like a fucking tornado and destroyed everything in her path. I’m the only one who’s gotten the blunt of it, seeing as I’ve refused to leave her side.
“Tommy.” Using my name as ammunition, she says it more softly this time. It’s enough to make my teeth grit. “Tell me what happened.”
There’s the haze of arousal flushing her cheeks that’s clashing against her concern. I’d rather she just let me take out my frustrations on her pussy, but she doesn’t budge when I don’t answer her.
With how much time we’ve spent together, she should see it. She should know.
Do I really need to spell it out to her?
Pulling away momentarily, I run a hand down my face as I take in her worried expression. The last thing she should be feeling is concern for me. I don’t know when the shift happened, but now we both care too much.
Finally, I sigh heavily, and my shoulders sink. The weight of what this woman is doing to me finally takes over, making me feel heavy.
“You’re destroying the man I am, Valeria.” Grabbing her hand, I flatten her palm against my chest. “Do you feel that? The weakness you’ve let loose?”
Her cheeks flood deeper in color as I let her feel the state of my heart. It’s been beating against my ribs from the moment I first stepped off the property. Every second I spend away from her, I’m at unease.
There’s no undoing what she’s done to me. I’m fucked, and she has to understand what she’s done. She has to take responsibility.
She has to understand why I’m not going to be able to let her go. If she thinks she can leave the estate, then she has to be alright with me being her shadow.
I won’t let another man get near enough to touch her.
“Elijah wants to hurt you for his enjoyment.” Explaining the words slowly to keep my anger at bay, I lift her hand and kiss her pulse. Even hearing his name is enough to send it racing. “He doesn’t want you dead.”
Blinking up at me, she doesn’t pull out of my hold. “How do you know?”
“ I wanted the very same.” The truth rolls off my tongue with ease. There’s no point in lying to her. She deserves the truth.
However, I don’t want her to be afraid of me. Not like everyone else who gets near me. I want her to arch against my touch like she does and moan my name without anything holding her back.
Releasing her hand, my palms find her legs. Sliding them up her thighs, I sink them into the band of her shorts.
“I wanted to make you beg me for forgiveness. To make you apologize for plaguing my thoughts even years after your disappearance.” Blinking, I take in the skin right above the knot tied, keeping her shorts on her hips. She’s so smooth everywhere, my lips tingle just thinking about getting my mouth on her.
“What changed?” She’s breathless, lifting her hips once I start tugging.
She’s not looking scared now.
“You flipped everything upside down. Made me feel things. Things I can’t ignore. Not while you’re like this.”
Freeing her of her shorts, I’m left staring at gray panties with a damp spot darker than my soul. Whatever has a grip on my lungs squeezes hard enough to make me choke.
I want to tear them off so I can see her glistening pink folds. I don’t even care if she likes the pair, I’m not sure I’ll have the patience to wait long enough to peel them off of her.
She reaches between her legs and shakes me to my core as she pushes the strip to the side. “Like this?”
Her pussy is the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s a crime I didn’t get a good look at it when I got her off before. Now that I’m looking at it, I’m mesmerized.
She knows what she’s doing to me. She has to.
Easing my jaw before it aches, I shake my head. “That creepy bastard wants you within his reach, but I’m not having it.”
Her nose wrinkles, and the disgust on her face is almost amusing enough to make me crack a smile.
“He won’t touch you again,” I promise as I lower myself to her stomach. Breathing in, her arousal hits me at full force, and I have to swallow at how quickly my mouth waters. Each time I inhale, my head spins, and my ability to think becomes harder and harder to do. “We’re going to take care of him. For what he’s done to you, I’ll do it.”
My voice is eerily calm compared to what I promised Urzo. After making my mind up, there’s no way I’ll let anyone else do the final blow. No one but the woman jerking against my mouth as I drift right over her pussy and kiss her thighs one at a time.
“Tell me you want me to solve your problems.” Biting her thigh and making her jerk, I lick the mark I’ve made and press another light kiss to it. “I’ll make him suffer, just say the fucking word.”
Her eyes widen and her fear lasts as long as it takes for me to drift my mouth toward her pussy. “Santino–”
“Valeria.” Growling out her name, another shiver wracks through her body. “Say the word.”
Her fingers find my hair, and she pulls me forward to eliminate what little space is left between my mouth and the state of her glistening lips. “I want him to hurt. I want him to feel the same fear I’ve felt for weeks. I… I want him dead.”
Using my tongue to find her clit, I wrap my lips around the nub and suck on it until she’s pulling my hair harder, moaning my name as I give her pleasure no other man will ever get the chance to. Even when I feel her walls fluttering against my tongue when I lap up her release when it starts to approach, I don’t let up until I’ve got my fill.
Reaching up to grab the annoying strip that is determined to get in my way, she moans as it tears with ease. She can’t complain, not when I’m lapping at her pussy like it’s the first meal I’ve had in days.
After tasting something this divine, I’m not even sure anything else will satisfy me the same way. I’m going to want to go down on her three times a day, maybe more if I’m feeling snackish.
What’s more addictive than the sweetness of her juices? The way she aches against my bed and whimpers my name as my tongue discovers just how sweet she tastes the deeper I lick.
I love the way she can’t decide if she wants to pull my hair to bring me closer, or tug my head back because she can’t handle all the attention she’s getting.
Moving my hands to her hips, I draw her closer, making it clear that I’m not going anywhere. While my taste buds thrive, I watch her body arch and curl in response.
She’s not even trying to keep her pleasures a secret. At this rate, she’s going to let the entire top of the home know what we’re doing in here.
Let them put the pieces together and make my job easier. I don’t want any of them getting any ideas.
Fuck, I’m willing to bet that half of the men here didn’t even know of her existence. They probably just saw a gorgeous new face walking the halls like they’re her own. The only thing stopping them from approaching was me.
Too bad for them.
“Right there-” she gasps, bringing me from my thoughts. She tightens her hold on my hair and lifts her hips along with my mouth. As her walls quiver around my tongue, my nose presses against her clit.
So fucking sensitive, she’s going to get herself off with nothing but my mouth. Even if she wants to rub her pussy all over my face until she’s ready to spill her release, I’m ready for it.
Valeria doesn’t take long before she’s hitting that point. Acting like a possessed victim, her limbs shake and tremble as she releases her hold on me, her orgasm wracking through her body.
A thought hits me hard enough to make my head spin.
I want inside.
I want her pussy to only know my cock from this point forward.
Lifting, I lick at my lips like I need one more taste of her. With her release clinging to my chin, my entire body aches to release what I’ve got pent up.
Making my way back up her body, I’m shoving her shirt up her stomach. Needing to see what she looks like spread out against my sheets, her arms lift, and she helps despite still coming down from her high.
The moment the shirt hits the ground, my mouth finds hers. She groans at the taste of herself coating my tongue, but she licks and sucks like she enjoys her own flavor.
Grinding against her, I groan in the back of my throat. My poor cock, it’s fucking hard as steel at this point. If I don’t get inside her soon, it’s going to snap in half if I keep pressing against her.
“Tell me you hate me.” My teeth find her bottom lip, and I pull just as my hips press harsher into hers. She’s soaking the front of my jeans, her juices staining the fabric. I don’t care. I keep rubbing against her, needing the friction. “Tell me you don’t want this. Otherwise…”
Her thighs hug my hips, and she arches against me. “Tommy.”
Fuck. Hearing her moan my name is the last thing I need right now.
“Valeria.” Growling out my frustrations, she makes everything more complicated by lifting her hips, grinding her pussy against my clothed cock.
“Do it,” she murmurs against my mouth. “No matter how I feel, you’d still fuck me the same, wouldn’t you?” Her fingers ghost over my face as she moves to cup the back of my neck. “Don’t think about holding back.”
Need inside. Now .
Reaching to grab her hips, she gasps as I flip her onto her stomach. It doesn’t take long before she’s bunching my blankets in her fists and moving so she’s on her knees. Giving me a view that makes my briefs feel slick, she pushes back. Throwing a look over her shoulder, her dazed look does me in.
We’ve both hit our limits.
Belt buckle striking my knuckles as I yank the leather undone, I hardly avoid popping a button as I undo my pants. Barely getting the zipper down, I’m shoving a hand into my briefs to pull out my cock.
“ Tommy .”
My eyes flick up at the plea in her voice. She’s giving me the same pinched expression, the needy and achy one she gets every time I can’t keep my hands to myself.
“ Please .”
It’s the pain in her voice, the torture that I’m not already plunged deep inside of her, that makes me cave.
It makes me realize that I don’t need my leather chair or my table of tools to make this woman suffer. My throbbing cock will be plenty enough to make her bend to what I want.
Instead of wanting to make Valeria feel pain to fill this gaping hole in my chest, all I want to do is make her feel pleasure.