Chapter Twenty-Eight
ENZO
Lola's mouth is a wonder, especially when she wraps her lips around my cock.
"Holy shit. Have you had this wake-up alarm act in your arsenal all the fucking time?" I thread my fingers through her hair as she bobs up and down on my dick like she is... I don't even know what.
Some kind of seductress with a thing for me?
I suck in a breath as she swallows me down, and her reflexes as she sucks and half-chokes are like a visit to the more exciting parts of heaven.
Oh, shit. She pulls all the way up, licking now around the head of my cock, her tongue working the underside and making me awash with a quivering knife edge of pleasure that is borderline pain. It is almost too much.
Almost.
My balls are high as she settles into a rhythm.
I push her gently with my hands to get the maximum from this unexpected surprise.
Everything in me is alive, electric, the beat and urge to cum almost too much to take.
She sucks harder, the tip in her mouth and then the shaft down her throat as she bobs and commits to the act.
It's sublime, and I'm having a fucking hard time not coming here and now.
But somehow, I manage to pull her off me, and I drag her up my body and kiss her passionately. "You didn't answer, Lola."
"I don't like talking with my mouth full."
I grin, sliding my tongue along her ear as I squeeze her ass. "I don't know. There are benefits. When you talk, the vibrations run along my cock."
"I'll keep that in mind." She's rubbing her wet pussy on me, and it's not helping much for me to carry out the plans forming in my head.
"Please do."
I want to go down on her. I want to set rules and show her who is boss. I want to deny her the penetration she clearly wants, and the games and kinks we like to explore pull me to them.
I want to make her writhe with need and hunger for more.
So, I flip us.
Denying her will be denying me, and my balls are going to ache all fucking day long.
There's beating off, and while I could, it's cheating.
And I know what I'm going to do.
I nudge her thighs open, and I push into her, taking her in deep, hard thrusts.
Her silky, wet tightness pulls me in, makes the path into her a world of delight.
It would be easy to let this go through to the logical ending. But I kiss her, keeping my plans in my head as I set up an unrelenting rhythm, the type that will get her to her pinnacle, ready to spin into the stratosphere and cum. Hard.
I pay attention to her. The way she clutches me and gasps, the rapid and irregular beat of her heart as her excitement builds.
Mine does too. My heart throbs and sighs and hammers, and my back is sparking all the way to my balls as the urge to spill inside her rushes up my hard and aching cock.
She is the oasis, the mecca. Everything. Being inside Lola is the place I'm meant to be.
By her side, inside her, all of it.
And I want to claim and mark her over and over again.
But even I know I can't plant a seed in her again, not at this moment in time. And I don't let myself even dare to think of that fantasy because if I do, I'll lose control.
Her breath comes in erratic stutters, and her cunt starts to contract, little beats that warn me she's almost there, about to explode.
I thrust deep once more and grab her hands, pinning them above her head, and she convulses.
"No!" Her cry is music as I pull out, killing that peak, the real orgasm beyond her little flutters and contractions.
"Yes." I'm panting. And I hold her hands, moving her wrists to one of mine so I can drop that hand to squeeze my fucking cock hard to kill my own release dead in its tracks.
And it hurts.
"Yes," I say again, ignoring the murder in her eyes. "Here's the deal. You don't touch yourself, you don't do a fucking thing to cum today. And when I'm back..."
"What?" Then she growls at me. "What are you going to do? Torture me some more?"
Now there's a thought, and I immediately add edging her to tonight's menu. "I'll make you cum, sweet Lola. Hard."
"God, I think I hate this denial."
I laugh and bite her ear, letting her go. "No, you don't. You love it. It gets you off. Think of how good your orgasms will be."
"Plural?"
"Yes."
I take her mouth in a slow, meandering kiss. "When you've earned them."
"What does that even mean?"
I roll off her. "It means that you'll have to wait until tonight. I need a shower."
She starts to get up. "I'm coming with you."
"No, you're not. I'm not having you tempt me into fucking you. It's bad enough I'm denying myself without the added test on my convictions."
"But I'm going into work."
I bite my tongue on the words.
I don't want her to go. I want her to stay here. "Use your shower."
With that, I head to the bathroom, taking my buzzing phone as I go.
I stop. Dead in my tracks.
Cade
Vincent Amalfi is an ally of Rebecci. Might be the mysterious visitor who is hiding out in his Queens mansion. Wanna check?
Me
Yes.
Cade grits his teeth. "Fuck. Amalfi is not a player."
I stare at the security system on my computer and then at the drone footage Silas is feeding us.
He is there, in Queens, waiting and just pretending to be an avid drone enthusiast, or whatever the fuck they are called.
"I know that. He's territorial, and he doesn't tend to make deals."
Cade sighs. "Intel shows me a few things. He and your dad were once friends, you know."
I stay quiet.
It's not something I either knew or know, but I suspect the falling out happened when I was just a teen, or even younger. I might have worshipped Dad, but I really didn't pay attention to the ins and outs of games, fights, and deals.
I wait for Cade to continue, and, as I wait, I focus on the footage from some drone club Silas found.
It's live right now, but coming to an end, and we can then watch the whole thing from the beginning.
While the drone footage shows us the guard movements and the weak spots to break in, we can't see who is in the house, and...
"You're being very fucking quiet there, Cade. Is life with Vi that boring?"
"That exciting. How's the baby?"
Oh, shit.
I pull out my phone and show him the photo of the ultrasound. "Isn't he beautiful?"
"Uh..." He turns the phone, trying to get the full picture. "What the fuck is that?"
"My baby. Squish is very young, so don't insult him, you monster."
"I'm sure Vi will gush over Squish." Then he gives me a side eye. "Look... Amalfi is problematic. He'll fucking blast people away for looking at him the wrong way."
I shrug. "So, we'll take him down."
"He's powerful."
"I'm a Marino."
"Yeah, Marino." He pushes his glasses on his head and rubs his eyes, then goes to his cupboard and pours me a drink.
That gets my attention.
My heart lurches. "Out with it."
"I just uncovered what the falling out was about. And it appears to be a trend... It's a woman."
"My mother?"
"Lyndall's mom. And...shit, they both went for the same woman. I hacked his files on his home computer remotely, and he still has it all. Seems he wasn't pleased to lose out to your dad in the game of love, so..."
"So?"
"So, he sort of reveled in revealing to your father who Lyndall's real father is... Emilio Mancini."
Everything goes dead in me.
"His word against her mom's, but it's clear she was secretly with Emilio before she married a bigger, richer, more powerful player. Your dad. And...from the evidence..." He switches from the drone footage to a screen of files and photos. "It went on after."
I down the drink and pour another. "Fuck Amalfi."
"Yeah, well, just don't kill the messenger. Vi wouldn't like it."
"You're safe. Pussy."
"Dickwad."
"Moron."
"Knucklehead." Cade shakes his head.
I roll my eyes as my phone buzzes. "We need to brush up on insults."
Then I read the text.
Silas
On my way to you.
"More like he'll fuck with us if we do this wrong."
I close my eyes for a moment, a wave of exhaustion coming over me that's got nothing to do with the amount of sleep I'm getting. "We need to know if Vincent has Dom or if he is helping him. Because this is our only fucking lead."
"Everything else is turning into a dead end. But we can't go into his mansion. That's an act of war."
"We need to work out the best time to go in there and search. Or take down Amalfi..."
"I know you're fucking ignoring my last statement, asswipe, but bro..." Cade puts his glasses on. "We'll go through the footage and see when it's best to go in."
Storming the castle is idiotic. I know that. Cade knows it. And Silas knows it.
Cade, at least, is helping me try to work out how to get in with the least amount of bloodshed.
Silas helps himself to a drink. "You got some suits here, Cade?"
"A couple. Two I borrowed from Mr. Fucking Clothes Horse here."
I roll my eyes. "Great. And you don't return them. Why the fuck do you want a suit? You're a scumbag, man, can't really dress you up to be pretty like me."
Silas breathes out heavily. "Stupidity is thick in the air in here today. I think after hearing everything and seeing people come and go at Amalfi's mansion, it's going to be impossible to do an on-the-fly, under-the-radar break-in."
I fold my arms. "Okay, Sherlock. What do you suggest?"
"We ambush him on his daily business, which includes an exclusive gentleman's club. This one just happens to have scantily clad women, and he's going there today for a meeting."
"What club?" Cade asks.
I grin. "Lace?"
He snaps his fingers and points at me. "Ding, ding, ding."
Lace belongs to a group of places Dad owns under the radar, in other names, to launder money and turn a profit legitimately. I never go there, but I know it doesn't usually open until later. Unless, of course, someone wants a private meeting for a private deal.
"That's a silent Marino place." Cade's fingers fly over the keyboard. Then he looks up. "It's us. He's meeting us."
Silas smirks. "No. He's meeting the 'Merriwether Group' and the 'Trotski family heads'. They run both legit and organized crime rings in Europe, an area Dom is interested in breaking into with gusto."