Chapter 22 #2
“What was the bet?” she asks.
“That the Lakers would win by six points.”
“How much did you lose?”
“Ten k.”
“That’s an expensive bet. Are you sure you don’t have a gambling problem?”
“No,” I say, passing her my glass of whiskey.
Maybe I have a slight problem. I’ve been known to fly to Kentucky to bet on the horse races.
She gulps the whiskey, then passes the glass back. “If you’re not careful, Nico, you’ll lose your fortune.”
I caress the small of her back. “I’ll slow down on the betting.”
She doesn’t say a word. Serenity keeps entering data. I pick up my food container and dig into the pasta dish. Serenity’s fork makes its way into mine. It always does.
She smiles as she chews the pasta.
“The carbonara is so good.” Her eyes cross as she chews.
I chuckle before taking another bite. “Nothing like great Italian pasta dishes.”
“True.”
We fall into a comfortable silence. Me eating and watching sports highlights, and Serenity eating and entering data.
“I’m done,” she says twenty minutes later.
I take the laptop from her and glance over the spreadsheet. “Looks good.”
“Obviously.” She snatches the second glass of whiskey from my hand and takes a slow sip.
“Tell me everything you know.” She leans back on the sofa, crossing her legs with ease.
“You caught the employee pilfering from your family’s business. But now she’s vanished.” I shoot her a smug grin.
“I found her.”
Serenity’s gray eyes widen. “You did?”
“Yup, she’s at one of my warehouses tied up with a nice big bow.”
She stretches a leg across my lap. “That’s great news. I didn’t know you were listening when I told you about my problem.”
Even though Serenity and I hadn’t seen each other in a year, we stayed connected through calls and messages. In the mafia underworld, staying informed about any issues is crucial. Never know how someone could be of service.
“Yeah, well, I spoke to a manager at your company. Told him I needed him to be my eyes and ears. He took it a step further and followed her. She didn’t suspect he was looking to cause her harm. Worked in my favor.”
“Thank you.” She grins.
I pull her onto my lap. My tongue dances across her neck. “It was hard being away from you, Serenity,” I admit.
“Nico, I think you’ve confessed enough tonight,” she pants.
My hand slips under her t-shirt, and I curl a hand around a globe.
I sink my teeth into her lower lip. “You’ve always been mine.”
Lifting her shirt, I capture a brown nipple between my lips. Slowly, my tongue traces a path down her soft stomach.
“Nico, stop talking,” she moans.
I pull her t-shirt off in one swift move, then rise and lead her to the bed. My finger strokes her cheek as I hold her eyes briefly before I drop her onto the mattress.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I command, sliding her yoga pants and panties down her legs.
“I want your lips on my pussy now,” she demands.
I dump her clothes on the floor.
“Tell me what I want to hear?”
I sound like a sixteen-year-old girl.
Her chest rises and falls as she stares into my eyes. “I’m yours…for tonight.”
I chuckle and flash a dark smirk. “You’ll tell me what I want to hear.”
“No, I won’t,” she grits out.
I do what any obsessed man would do. I slide my tongue over her lower lips spelling out her name in cursive. This is one of the only ways I’m able to drag the truth out of her.
“Say it,” I bite out, pausing between the e and the n in her first name.
She shakes her head from side to side as if trying to resist the rising orgasm.
I press on. The words I long to hear escape her lips just as I reach the ‘I’ in her last name.
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her body trembling against my tongue.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, trailing my tongue along her beautifully toned, thick thighs.
Rising to my full height, I strip off my undershirt and boxers. Stroking my cock, I lock eyes with her.
“How long were you going to hold out?” I ask, curling my hand around her ankle and pulling her until her hips meet the edge of the bed.
She raises a perfectly sculpted brow. “I have a toy and…”
“And what?” I counter, sliding my powerful forearms beneath her knees. I rub the bead of pre-cum along her swollen lips.
“…I have a new friend.”
“Is that right?” I plunge into her pussy.
Her back arches off the bed.
I don’t let up. Circling my cock inside her tight walls, I watch as she falls apart beneath me.
“You were thinking about fucking another guy again. I don’t give you what you want? I don’t give you multiple orgasms.”
“I-I want to start-start a relationship with someone else.”
I slam into her, hitting that spot that causes her to unravel.
“You are mine. I won’t give you up. Serenity, our past is behind us. It’s time to be together.”
She shakes her head. “We won’t work.”
I lean in and capture her lips with a fierce kiss, and she loops her arms around my neck, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues intertwine as she explodes all over my dick again.
“Nico, fuck yes.”
“Serenity, I’m not letting you go.”
She ignores my words and kisses me deeply once again.
This woman has no idea we’re making a baby.
I shift us to the center of the bed. Her legs coil around my waist, and for the first time in a long time, we make love. I drive into her while locking eyes. “Come for me again, Serenity.”
I nip her lower lip as I thrust inside her, releasing my seed deep within, ensuring my swimmers reach their mark.
“Nico,” she cries out.
I pull out of her, fall at her side, and release her long hair from the hair tie.
My fingers stroke her hair as I hold her in my arms. I’m not cleaning her up yet.
She looks up at me. “Where is the prisoner?”
I rattle off the address.
“That’s not far at all. I’m going in the morning to take care of the problem.”
“We’ll go together,” I tell her.
She smiles and kisses my lips. I think she’s finally coming around.
I ease inside her wet pussy and fuck her again.
When I wake, Serenity isn’t in my arms.
The bed’s cold where she should be. My gaze cuts around the room—heavy curtains drawn tight, the place still cloaked in darkness. Feels like midnight, but the clock flashes ten a.m.
Damn. I was out longer than I thought.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand beside a folded note in her handwriting. I snatch it up and press it to my ear.
“Yeah?” I answer groggily.
“Something you were looking for is waiting for you,” Miff says.
“Great. I’ll be down soon.”
I hang up and flip the note open.
Nico, I went to your warehouse to pick up that thing.
Serenity
Of course she did.