Chapter 25
Her sweet scent envelops me. Her silky hair frames her head like a black halo, and a pout teases her full lips. Propped on my elbow, I contemplate my woman—an angel even the darkness in me bows to.
I took her two more times last night until she passed out. I should let her sleep, but I need her so I can be somewhat in a calm state of mind for the meetings ahead of me.
The thin blanket covers just her middle, and I trace my fingertip along a nipple, which immediately pebbles at my touch. I am already hard, but she lets out a small moan that makes it impossible to control my raging desire.
I promised her I’d wake her up with my cock, so sliding the blanket off her, I get between her legs. Lowering myself, I flatten my tongue and drag it from bottom to top, licking at her slit as she moans softly. Watching her, she’s still asleep, but her eyelashes flutter while I indulge in her addictive taste. She’s a drug that can’t be replicated and an addiction I could never overcome.
Gripping my cock, I guide it to her pussy, which welcomes me home. Her tight and hot core drives me fucking insane. No wonder I can’t think of anything other than to sheath myself in her.
My cock struggles to go deeper while the beast roars inside of me, loving that a bit too much. She still doesn’t wake. I must have tired her out, and I don’t fucking regret it. Never in my life have I felt this intense need to claim someone. She’s the exception in my life. Burying myself inside of her, pleasure rolls down my spine, and I groan in ecstasy.
She lets out unintelligible sounds, the most distinctive one is my name. It gives me great satisfaction that she knows who owns her. Pulling in and out of her leisurely, her walls massage my cock into euphoria. But I need those silver eyes on me to connect on every level.
Thrusting deeper and harder into her, her eyes shoot open, and I halt mid-thrust.
She wakes up with a long moan, and her hands dig into the sheet.
“Good morning, baby,” I say, continuing to fuck her. I doubt my need for this woman will ever be quenched.
“You’re inside of me…”
Isn’t she precious? My sweet girl, who consumes me to the point of madness.
“Your pussy was wide awake. It only needed a bit of my tongue and she wanted my cock like the starved cunt she is.”
“Only for you…” she says groggily.
The thought that it could be someone else makes me fucking murderous. Curling my fingers lightly around her neck, I say above her lips. “Only for me. I’d kill, maim, and torture anyone else and then fuck you next to their corpse so you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
She squeezes me even harder, loving my unhinged ass. She’s my other half. We’re made to fit. My demons calm as I take her lips in a long kiss, devouring her mouth.
She meets me thrust for thrust, our bodies giving in to this animalistic lust and carnal pleasure.
I could see myself waking up to her every day, feeling her from the inside out, and I would be the luckiest man alive.
A tremor skitters down her body, her mouth opening up on a sharp intake of air—two of her telltale signs that she’s about to come. She squeezes me so good that it takes everything in me not to erupt.
“Come for me, my beautiful girl.”
She does, eyes vibrant and flickering with pleasure as her body rides the waves of her orgasm. I follow close behind, pumping everything I have inside of her, filling her. We stay connected until my cock deflates, yet I want my cum inside her, so I push it back.
She giggles. “I’m already full of your cum.”
“Yes, but I need it to stay inside of you.”
Even though I know I sound like a crazy person, I can’t control myself. This urge, madness, or obsession pushes and controls me, beating any shred of rationality into a bloody pulp.
When I slip out of her, I pull her knees up to watch how my cum and her juices leak out of her. Groaning, I palm her pussy. “Don’t let it slip out.”
While she snorts a laugh, I slap her pussy.
“Baby, it’s too much. Some is bound to trickle out of me.”
“Then let’s not waste it,” I say and play with her folds, painting my cum into her beautiful pussy, then dip my thumb in her asshole, playing a bit with both her holes until she comes again.
Leaping into my arms, her mouth crashes on mine, teeth and tongue colliding.
“You know you’re perfect, right?”
I palm her waist, caressing down her round and perky ass, where I grip one cheek. I wish I were the guy who’s worthy of her. But it’s too late, and I have to come to terms with that. I can’t stay away from her, even if she pushes me away.
She slides off my lap and kneels in front of me. All my thoughts vanish at the sight.
“You worshipped me. Now it’s my turn.”
“You wanna suck my cock? It’s all yours,” I say, leaning back on my elbows to let her do whatever the fuck she wants to my eager cock. It’s hers anyway.
She pokes her tongue out and slips it in the small slit, which has me fisting the sheet. With her bewitching eyes on me, she uses my cock as her personal experiment to drive me wild.
“You look sexy as fuck with my cock in your mouth,” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to have a full view of her gorgeous face.
With a glint in her eyes, she takes me deeper in her mouth, and I buck up, the pleasure vibrating through me as if electrifying me.
“Fucking hell, Mia. Don’t stop, or I’m gonna die.”
She gives me a really? look. I would laugh at that, but then she gets back to sucking me, taking all of me, and I forget everything else.
I swipe the tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Fucking hell, but it does things to me, seeing her all flushed and breathless, trying to deep-throat me. And coupled with how good it feels buried in her hot mouth and tight throat, I stand no chance.
“I’m gonna come. Swallow. Every drop, baby.”
Like the perfect girl she is, she does. When she licks her lips, keeping eye contact, I am a fucking goner.
I pull her close, her arms locking around my neck as I bury my head there, kissing along her shoulder. “You’re the perfect one.”
We move to the tub, taking a long bath. She looks at me, her voice soft. “I’m going to miss you.”
A shadow crosses her face, and I hate seeing that look. “I’m coming back home—to you,” I reassure her.
“You better or I’m going to… I don’t even know what I’m going to do, but I will.”
I chuckle. “That won’t be necessary.”
“Good.”
Wrapped in towels, we walk downstairs hand in hand. Look at me—so touchy and unable to keep my hands off her. She’s changed me, rewired everything inside me to need her.
We share an omelet, and then I drive her back to campus. Cupping her neck, I plant a few kisses all over her face before I dive into her honey mouth.
“Go before I fucking forget why it’s imperative to go to this meeting.”
She opens the door, giggling. That melodious sound is the symphony of my life, one I could never tire of hearing.
Waving at me, she blows me a kiss. I catch it and press it on my chest. My heart is entirely hers.
I love her.
The knowledge doesn’t scare me. It feels like I’m finally catching up to the signals my heart, body, and mind have been sending me for a while now. I don’t just love her emotionally. No, my love runs deeper than that—I love her with every sense and with every thought.
On the drive to the airport, my phone rings, and I connect Kaden’s call to the speakers.
“They won’t be able to refuse our offer, but be careful,” he says.
“I will, and you take care of Mia.”
“You don’t have to ask me that, asshole.”
A heavy silence descends, my guilt wrecking me. “I’m sorry for using Celine, but I thought that was the only way.”
“Now you get it, don’t you?”
“I do, and I would have fucking killed you. So you’re a better person than I’ll ever be.”
“I take you as you are, Blake. We all do, but you have to move past whatever hinders you from accepting that. Nothing you could tell me would change my mind, got it? I need my family intact, and you’re a part of that.”
“I’m not ready to lose her.”
“She will understand. Whatever it is…”
I wish he were right, but if I see that horrified look on her face, and I expect to, it will wreck me. After I finally tasted happiness, I want to drag it out longer.
I already made my decision to stay at whatever cost. If she doesn’t want me anymore, too bad for her. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing after her.
“Thanks, man.”
“We’re brothers, and that will never change.”
When I hang up, I arrive at the airport. On the tarmac, I step out, and the crew is already waiting for me at the top of the Family jet’s stairs.
“Mr. Sinclair, a pleasure having you on board,” the captain says as the flight attendant welcomes me inside.
Taking my seat, she asks if I want something to drink, but I decline, focusing on the envelope with my name written on it sitting on the table in front of me.
Opening it, I find a note from the matriarch and information about the three guys ruling the Syndicate: Kieran Hunt, Cato Moretti, and Cameron McNamara. I don’t know what I expected, but they are just a few years older than us and have already amassed unfathomable power in and out of the underworld.
After about an hour, the pilot announces our arrival in Boston. As soon as we land, a black Escalade is waiting for me, the driver standing by with the door open.
We drive for a bit until he parks in front of a glass building tucked away in the forest, away from prying eyes.
At the door, a guard lets me in while others patrol around. Power and money invite people to crave what you have. All the security just shows you can never avoid someone wanting to attack you.
The elevator leads me to the first level, where another guard says, “They expect you, but I need your phone. And I have to pat you down.”
I slap the phone in his hand as well as my dagger. After he pats me down, he shows me to a door at the end of the long hallway.
Entering, I see, from right to left: Kieran, the bank owner; Cato, the mafia heir; and Cameron, the star politician. They’re sitting around a triangle-shaped table––a strange but interesting choice. During my time away, fighting in the underground, I remember hearing someone refer to them as the trio of hell. Their poker faces are spot on.
None of them stand up, but Kieran points to a seat across from them.
A clear gesture they’re used to people wanting things from them, not vice versa.
Three identical folders are spread open on the table, each filled with pictures and information about the Family. It’s an intimidation tactic that won’t work on me.
I take a seat, leaning back and not giving them any reaction.
“We have to know who we’re working with,” Kieran says in a no-nonsense voice, as if reading my thoughts.
“What can we do for you?” Cameron asks, though his unimpressed tone suggests it’s just as much about what I can do for them.
I look at Cato, who steeples his fingers in front of his mouth, remaining silent. I guess he’s not the chatty one.
“I am here to represent the Family. If we collaborate, let’s get one thing straight: neither I nor my family will be pawns in your power games.”
“Yet, you’re here,” Cato says, tapping his finger on the folder.
“My family is being attacked, and yes, the Family has tremendous influence and money.”
“We have both of those, as well,” Kieran says.
They’re playing hard to get even though all four of us know they have been eager to have the Family at their table. Assholes.
“Then see it as one hand washes the other when the other needs it. We’d like to stay in the shadows.”
They exchange a look, and Cameron says, “No one will know you’re our associate. You want to stay in the shadows? You will, but we will come to collect when needed.”
“You’re playing the long game. I respect that. Find Felix and Caleb for me, and provide us with manpower when needed, guaranteeing our protection against any future enemies. You want control of the underground, fine—the Family has no interest in it. My focus is keeping the Family’s legacy alive and my family safe. In exchange, I will move hundred million of the Family’s money into your bank,” I tell Kieran. Then, turning to Cato, I continue, “I’ll give you access to the port in Delaware.” Finally, I face Cameron. “And the Family will assist you with enough lobbying power to reach whatever position you desire in politics.”
The three exchange a look. They don’t even need words, seeming to communicate without.
“Mr. Sinclair, you’ve got yourself the protection of the Syndicate. Don’t cross us,” Kieran says.
He stands up, and we shake hands. Then, I do the same with Cameron and Cato.
“We would have suggested you partake in one of our parties, but we wouldn’t want your face becoming public, now would we? Future face of the world’s biggest pharmaceutical company,” Cameron takes a jab at me.
“I’m the one dealing with you because I am not like the rest of my family. Just so we’re clear.”
“An heir with a dark side. Hmm, this will be interesting,” Kieran says.
“I really wanted to test you in the ring against me,” Cato says with a touch of melancholy.
“It wouldn’t be good for your reputation having your ass kicked.”
He throws his head back and laughs, and even the other two look at me, almost impressed. “Let’s not test that. Wouldn’t want to send you back to the Family in a bag.”
Kieran looks at me as if he knows there’s something more to why I am so confident, but none of them will ever find out the reason behind that. Fighting was my anchor until Mia. Thinking of her, I’m ready to wrap things up and fly home.
Leaving, I snatch the dagger and my phone from the guard, then call Cassandra.
“They accepted our offer.”
“Of course they did.”
“I don’t like giving them so much control.”
“We had to find the best partners to deal with situations like this one. You did good.”
“They’re arrogant assholes.”
“I am sure you can deal with them just fine.”
When we hang up, I call Mia, already missing her.
She picks up right away. “Hi, you.” Her sweet voice greets me, but it sounds a bit hoarse.
“Are you reading to kids again?”
“Yes, it’s important. I want them to fall in love with books. There are studies that show how beneficial it is to their cognitive development and emotional intelligence.”
“You’re going to be a brilliant teacher.”
“Thank you, baby. How was the meeting?” she asks.
“As expected. They’re hungry for power, and we are an excellent partner. It’s quid pro quo.”
“Good, now come home.”
“Already on my way. See you in a while, Silver. I miss the fuck out of you, too, baby,” I say and almost blurt out I love her when I stop myself. When I tell her that for the first time, she’s going to be in front of me so I can watch her reaction.
I stop at a jewelry store to buy her a new hair clip, while I caress the one that I made mine—just like her. I want her to think of me whenever she puts one on. After I pick the perfect clip—a sparkling platinum one with pearls in an infinite symbol—eagerness pushes me back home.
During the flight back to Greenville, I ponder the meeting with the Syndicate. I will have to play the strategist the best I can. I can’t afford to be uninformed— especially working with dangerous people, meaning I have to extend my influence. I’ll show the Syndicate and anyone else that crossing me is a mistake they won’t want to make.
I was never one to hold back from doing what needed to be done for the greater good.
I won’t start now.