Chapter 29 #2
Her laugh was completely evil as she grabbed both sides of my suit. Following what I’d just done, she ripped the two sides free, buttons popping everywhere. The moment her palms touched my skin, searing every inch, I became a wild savage.
There was no chance at walking away now.
I barely remembered lifting her off the floor, placing her ass on the edge of the counter. But I would never forget the moment when I thrust the entire length of my cock into her wetness.
All movement and time stopped, our eyes opening wide as the electric vibrations tore through us. Her mouth twisted in delight and the stunned moment didn’t last long before she was once against ripping at my clothing, able to drop my jacket from my shoulders.
I shucked it off for her, but that was the only thing I was willing to do.
This man was far too hungry to wait. Not for another second.
So I fucked her.
Long and hard.
Without remorse.
Without thinking of any consequences, because once again, I just did not give a shit.
I’d wanted her for far too long and nothing was going to keep me from the woman I loved. Not one damn thing.
She clung to my shoulders, her nails digging in and those long legs of her locked around my thighs. We moved together like a well-orchestrated machine, the fucking long and hard, but the sweetest action on earth.
With our breathing labored, we were rocking so hard the frame on the mirror behind us was slamming against the wall. We only laughed, barely cognizant of the situation.
And continued fucking.
Like beasts.
Like mates.
Her pussy muscles clenched around my cock, pulling me in even deeper. The sensations were off the chart, pushing me into even rougher actions.
Her eyes were dilated, the twist in her lips keeping my gaze locked on her gorgeous face. While the heat inside the small space was explosive, the rush of adrenaline pushed the intimate moment into a white-hot experience.
We were both already perspiring and the tiny beads of salt tickling her soft skin were an incredible draw. She bucked against me, taking every brutal plunge as if hungering for more. I fisted a handful of her luxurious hair, tangling my fingers in the long strands as I yanked her face closer.
The taste of her was even sweeter than before and while my tongue explored her mouth, my shaft continued swelling.
Every scrape of her fingernails on my skin would leave a mark and I’d be damned if that wasn’t exactly the same thoughts rushing through my mind. A spanking would be well served for toying with me. For making me wait.
For acting as if she was in control.
Not a chance.
Emmeline moaned even louder, the sounds in the room echoing. With our actions uncontrollable, a sudden crash filtered into our ears.
We broke the kiss, half laughing and half gasping for air, amused by whatever had been tossed onto the floor.
Then our lips locked again, her tongue finding mine first. There was no stopping or denying the two people who’d fallen madly in love and couldn’t care less about everyone else.
I could tell the instant she was close, her body shaking involuntarily in my arms.
So I rocked against her with even more force.
Another crash.
Another series of moans.
More heat.
As the climax rushed into her, Emmeline ripped our lips free, tossing her face toward the ceiling and allowing a crazed cry of satisfaction. Dear God, her pussy was about to swallow my dick whole.
With the single climax lingering, I closed my eyes, finally allowing myself a pure release and I finally understood the feeling of sheer ecstasy. Just as I erupted deep inside, filling her with my seed, we snapped our heads toward the door.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath as we disengaged and hastily clothed ourselves.
I did nothing more than laugh. “Yeah?”
“Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.” Her plea was ignored, but not by me.
By the entire group of people standing behind the door, Jaxon the one to push it open.
The moment was straight out of a ridiculous comedy, heads peering in like bobble-head dolls.
“Jesus,” Anastasia said. “We thought something was wrong.”
“Especially when you two disappeared,” Josette added.
“You can’t be too careful. Not with all the craziness going on.” The look of true concern on Fleur’s face brought a smile to mine.
Mostly because she didn’t give a shit that we were panting like dogs, barely clothed.
I did the gentlemanly thing and kept my body covering my sweet Ambrosia’s. The look on Emmeline’s face was priceless and likely never to be repeated.
Sheer embarrassment.
How freaking adorable.
“I’m very glad to see that, um… the two of you made up.” Catherine’s laugh allowed the other three women to laugh. “Come on, girls. Let’s open that bottle of champagne. We’ll have a glass waiting for you when you’re finished, Emme.”
As the women left the group, the Prince brothers were given more lounging space.
Finally, Alexander cleared his throat.
The sound brought my lovely bride out of her silent reverie.
“What in the fuck are you doing in this bathroom?” Her demand was met with Sinclair bursting into laughter.
“The noise was so loud one we were afraid the children would wake up crying, fearful there was a boogeyman in the house,” Alexander answered.
“Sorry about that, boss,” I told him, biting back amusement.
Jaxon was enjoying the hell out of himself, taking up prime real estate in the small bathroom with his arms crossed.
“While you two were… making up for lost time,” Montgomery piped in. “We received a call from our lead hacker that everything is in place for us surprise visit to William Dreyfus. We also have proctored a limited alliance with several of our enemies who won’t mind providing limited assistance.”
I laughed. “Payment comprised of increasing their wealth through gleaning crumbs off what’s left of the Brotherhood?” While we knew the organization itself couldn’t be wiped off the face of the earth given its interlocked worldwide tethers, they could be severely damaged for years to come.
Years of peace and prosperity.
“You got it,” Sinclair said, chuckling after finally collecting himself.
“Savannah is nice this time of year,” Jaxon said with a continued twinkle in his eye.
“You should call Francoise and let him know we’re ready,” Alexander suggested to me.
“When?” I could feel my bride tensing beside me.
“There’s no time like the present. Tomorrow.” Alexander allowed the news to sink in.
The plan was to cripple every source we’d discovered was being handled, created, designed, owned, or influenced by the Brotherhood, while the black site portion of the CIA would take the lead in making arrests, fortified by Interpol and the Secret Service.
While I’d love nothing more than to paint city streets with their blood, we were businesspeople after all.
Successful businesspeople. And as such, we’d need to keep our stellar reputation.
Besides, the last thing I wanted was to spend a day behind bars. I had way too much to live for.
“I’m going with you and there isn’t a single thing you can say. I am a member of the Prince family.” Emmeline’s words were laced with conviction and I think all five of us knew damn good and well she was making a promise.
Not a threat.
A slow and easy grin crossed his face and for a second, he allowed himself to look her in the eyes.
“You’re right. You are. You’ve more than earned your stripes, sister.”
“Good. Then I have a suggestion about all the money you’re going to steal.” Her statement brought a heavy wave of curiosity from everyone, me including. Especially since she was grinning like a mischievous kid.
“You were planning on taking their money. Right?” she pressed.
Jaxon shrugged. “Why not?”
“We’re not thieves. We’re not keeping it.”
“Then what do we do with it, sister?” Alexander was more than amused.
“Don’t worry. I’ll lay out a plan. As long as I’m one of you.” She kept her eyebrows raised while awaiting his answer.
“You are. That much I promise you.”
As soon as he’d issued the words, a solid command from the Don and leader of the Prince regime, allowing a beautiful and talented woman to take her rightful place of power, he was reminded that his little sister had been fucking a soldier in the middle of his hall bathroom.
Another first.
A full flush of red shifted from his neck to his cheeks.
He turned around, snapping at the others to do the same. “Have some damn decency and let them alone. They’re newlyweds, for fuck’s sake. We can talk logistics later.”
I don’t know who closed the door with a hard thud, but after we both counted to ten, we burst into laughter, returning to the position in holding each other we’d had before.
“My God,” she muttered. “I’ll never hear the end of this.”
“You won’t hear a word, baby. The men know I’d kill them, or you would.”
“You’re damn straight.” We continued laughing until she touched the side of my face. “I love you, Donatello Giovanni.”
“And I love you, Emmeline Giovanni.”
She jerked back, narrowing her eyes. “I never said I’d take your name.”
“But you will.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I do. That’s the way it works in a marriage.”
“Says who?”
Huffing, I arched my eyebrows. “I do as the man of the family. You know. The one in charge.”
“Well,” she purred. “I guess we’ll see about that.”
As she captured my mouth, the weight from before lifted.
And I knew in my heart, we’d reached a new stride in our relationship.
We were now just a happy old married couple.
Just like it should be.