11. Moan My Name #2
“Still waiting,” I growled against her neck, gripping her ass with my hands and picking up the pace as I fucked her into the wall, dragging her against my length. Her thighs were trembling around my waist, and her nails clawed at my back through my shirt as she tried to refuse her pleasure.
“You’ll wait forever, you arrogant ass,” she moaned, dragging her fingers through my hair and yanking my head away from her neck. I pressed my forehead against hers, panting hard as our lips brushed softly and, fuck me, I was so close to giving in and stealing that kiss.
“Then we’ll have forever,” I husked, feeling her whole body shake against mine as she slammed her eyes shut and bit her lip. “Because it won’t change a thing. You’d still be mine. Now. Fucking. Come. For. Me.”
Each word was emphasised with a roll of my hips, and she threw her head forward with a gasp.
Her teeth sank into the flesh between my neck and collarbone as she came apart in my arms, biting down hard to muffle her screams. My pleasure shot through the pain as my hips jutted forward, slamming against her as I came in my pants, groaning and grunting through the blinding ecstasy.
Fuck. I hadn’t touched my dick in over a week, and that was so worth the wait, even if she hadn’t touched me herself.
She released me from her bite the moment her orgasm subsided, blinking rapidly with heaving breaths between her parted lips.
I smirked, holding her gaze as the realisation of what had just happened settled between us.
She shoved at my chest, wriggling against me until I placed her down and stepped back.
Her eyes swerved down to the raw, stinging mark she’d made on my skin, and I grabbed my t-shirt by the hem, whipping it over my head so we could both get a better look.
All the colour drained from her face as she stared.
Her fingers pressed against her lips in horror as I twisted in the mirror to admire her work.
Deep teeth marks had pierced the skin, and a small amount of blood was beading on the surface.
“Cazzo,” I groaned, feeling myself getting hard again. “Look at that. You claimed me.”
“I–” Her ocean eyes widened. “I didn’t! I–I’m sorry!”
“Don’t apologise, bellissima. I’ll wear your claim with pride.”
I unbuttoned my leather trousers, my eyes shining with dark amusement as she stepped back against the wall again, still processing who she’d just become when I showed her what she really wanted.
“What are you doing?” she hissed as I dragged the leather down my legs and kicked them away, standing naked in front of her.
The rosy tint on her cheeks was adorable as she quickly traced the contours, grooves, and dips of my body with her eyes and landed on my semi-hard dick.
She saw the piercing and slammed her hands over her eyes, spinning into the wall. “Oh, my God. Put your clothes back on.”
“I need a shower. You made me come so fucking hard, little rebel. Ever tried riding a bike with dried cum in leather? Not pleasant.” I walked over to the shower and turned on the water, sinking beneath it.
She was still hiding in the wall, refusing to look at me, and I chuckled. “Water’s nice. Come and join me.”
With one hand covering her eyes, she darted for the door, yanking it open and rushing into the bedroom. I tilted my head back against the water and laughed when I heard her tripping over herself in clumsy desperation to escape.
“That was a mistake,” she whisper-yelled from the other room. “I want nothing to do with you. Do you hear me? Leave me the hell alone, you psycho.”
“Another creative name… but still the wrong one, Arianna. Never mind, we have plenty of time to fix that.”
I heard the door slam and knew she was gone. I turned off the water, listening as two pairs of footsteps hurried down the corridor, and I smiled. She hadn’t said a word to Piero’s pathetic muscle man, whose job was to protect her from me. And that was all the motivation I needed.
The moment I pulled up in my private garage beneath the apartment building I owned, I spotted my cousin and our family consigliere, Maximus, leaning against his Harley with arms crossed.
He was the reason I’d grown up loving the fast and furious thrill of a powerful machine between my thighs.
Since I could remember, he’d taken me out on his bikes, even if it was only around our family estate.
Now that he was in his fifties, he preferred the classic bikes, while I continued to live for the thrill.
He whistled in admiration as I dismounted and took off my helmet, holding it under one arm while I walked towards him with a smile.
“She’s a beauty. Where did you find her?”
Even though I knew he was talking about the bike, the image of Aria flooded my mind.
Goddamn, I had it bad.
“I didn’t. She found me.”
He chuckled, unfolding his arms to take my hand and pulling me into him for a quick hug.
“Let me guess,” I said, walking us towards the lift. “Gio sent you to spy on me.”
“He sent me to help you. He’s worried,” Max replied, crossing one leg over the other and leaning against the mirror as the lift carried us up to the penthouse. I rolled my eyes.
“I’m handling it.”
“Are you? Because from where I’m standing, your little stunt at the hospital fundraiser only fuelled more animosity between you and Piero.”
The doors opened, and I huffed, taking a moment to disable all my alarms before kicking off my boots and following Max as he strolled into the kitchen like he owned the place. He opened the fridge, tossed me a beer, and took one for himself.
“Piero’s throwing a tantrum. He’ll end up turning the wealthy against him by enforcing his new regulations on tax investigations and compliance reviews.
The public will turn on him when their favourite places and businesses start getting shut down, and the city’s finances fall into disarray. He’s making it too easy for me.”
“No,” Max said, setting his beer on my kitchen counter and placing his hands on the surface. “He’s making people want this to be over quicker. He’s putting pressure where it matters.”
“It doesn’t matter. Without any evidence, he has nothing on me.”
Max inhaled, his green eyes sharpening with something that made me freeze.
“He does have something on me?”
“More like someone.”
“The traitor,” I sneered through my teeth. Max nodded. There was one man we couldn’t get released from police custody quickly enough. Simone Doria. He was one of our warehouse managers at the docks, overseeing the shipments.
“It’s still not enough. Doria barely knew anything except when the shipments would leave and on which boat.
He didn’t know what they contained, nor who they belonged to.
There were four middlemen between him and me for there to be any connection, and none of them would talk if they wanted to keep breathing. I’m not worried.”
“Are you sure? If they’ve placed him in witness protection, he must know something important.”
“I already have my men on it. They’ll find him before he can open his mouth.”
“And what of the daughter?”
I looked out the window at the city, avoiding my cousin’s gaze because he could always see through a lie.
He was so intuitive it drove me mad, but that’s why he was so good at his job.
He used to be underboss before I took over his role, but when Mamma wanted to retire as consigliere, it felt only natural that he stepped into the position.
He was the levelheaded one in our family.
“Working on that too.”
“How exactly?”
I smiled, lifting my beer to my lips. “Don’t you worry about that. The plan’s already in motion.”
“Sani,” the warning tone reminded me of the times he scolded me when I was a teenager, and he’d realised I’d stolen one of his bikes, revving it across the lawns. “You have that look about you. And it sets me on edge.”
I shrugged innocently. “What look?”
“The one you get when you have a crazy, reckless plan that you’re adamant will succeed without thinking about the consequences if it doesn’t.”
“When have any of my crazy ideas not gone to plan?”
He lifted his hand to count on his fingers, and I dipped my head to my chest, nodding along as he launched into his rant. “And then there was the time you snuck out to visit Vinny’s grave when we were at war with the Americans and nearly got yourself and Raya captured.”
“Nearly,” I said, pointing my bottle at him. “And it was the anniversary of Papi’s death. Don’t give a shit who we’re at war with, I’ll never miss letting him know I still think of him.”
“Yes, but you nearly got yourself and your sister killed to do it.”
“Again, nearly. But that all worked out fine, didn’t it? I was sixteen, and I still managed to kill the fuckers and carry Raya home, even with a knife wound to my thigh.”
“Crazy,” he repeated, shaking his head. “Another one, when you smashed a bottle of whiskey over the French investor’s head and then used the broken glass to threaten to slit his throat until he apologised for making a joke during a negotiation meeting.”
“He insulted Mamma. When I explained one of her notes on the contract, he said that’s why guns are better than women. Because we can put a silencer on them.”
“Yeah, he was a prick, but most men in our circles are. He withdrew from the negotiations, and we lost a massive deal. My point is you are too impulsive, and you act on emotions.”
I shrugged my shoulders again. “Don’t give a fuck. No one insults the women I love.”
He ran his hand down his face. “Look, Sani, I love the passion. I’ve always loved that about you. But I just want to know what your plan is so I can be the voice of reason here that makes sure it succeeds.”
I twisted the bottle in my hand before standing up and pacing back and forth. I wanted to be further along in my plan before telling Max, Gio, and Alessio about it, but I guess that wasn’t on the cards.
“I’m going to make Arianna Caruso fall in love with me.”