For Adriano (21 page)

I eagerly play with his tongue and grip his hair in both fists as our mouths slant over each other. 

“Don’t you want to take that risk?” he asks, breathing harshly.

I’ll definitely take the risk of him leaving me hanging. “Yes,” I breathe. I’m so hot and want him so badly, nothing else matters.

“Good girl.” He grinds his growing arousal against me, and an arm locks around my waist when I bow my back. “You’ll never deny me.”

His taunts excite me, and the fog in my thoughts dissipates. “Fuck you,” I retort. 

“You wish.”

Our bodies melt together as our hands can’t get enough of each other. I cup the bulge in his pants and a hiss escapes through his teeth. Adriano bites my lower lip while I moan into his mouth and am swept away in the sensation of his kiss that I’ve waited so long for. I unbuckle his belt and pull out his dress shirt.

My hand winds around his hard cock, and his forehead rests on mine. “Ah, Cam!” His hand roams over my sides, shoulders, and neck. 

He can’t deny me either. 

“I want you,” I whisper and circle the head of his shaft with my thumb. 

“You don’t deserve my cock yet.” He thrusts forward into my hand. “But I’ll fuck you with my tongue because I can’t seem to deny you anymore either.” 

Oh god, yes please! 

He kisses me hard on the lips, then his mouth nips down my throat as his hands move down my body. My blouse is hanging open, and my skirt is hiked up to my hips. Adriano traces the edge of my red lace bra with his tongue while looking up at me. He leaves a hot, wet trail down my stomach and edges my panties down my legs, nuzzling the strip of hair and tracing my folds, and then his mouth covers my center roughly.

“Adriano...” I grip his hair as his hands press on the inside of my thighs.

My entire body wriggles, but he holds me still as he tastes me, over and over. Just like he said he wanted to do after the first night we met. His fingers spread me open, and he flicks his tongue inside. My arms fly over my head, pushing against the lounger, crushing myself against his tongue.

“Yes! Harder,” I urge. The words tangled around a moan. 

Adriano groans while he sucks and circles my soft spot and leaves bite marks on my thigh.

I’m so close to coming, rotating my hips while viewing the starry night that’s dancing above me. The pressure builds, but Adriano stops, and my eyes shoot to his.

“Now… Cam…promise me no other man will be allowed to touch you,” he says evenly, pinching me – which sends a jolt of bliss to my breasts.

“You ass.”

He grins and sits back on his feet, fisting his hard-on.

“Fine. Make me come!” I throw my legs over his thighs.

He shakes his head and rubs the tip of his hard-on up and down my center, watching my wet core. “Say the words.”

“Yes, only you can touch me!” I move my hips, trying to push the tip inside of me.

Adriano thwacks my hips. “Too greedy.” And pulls back to pump his shaft as he slides two fingers inside me.

The soles of my feet dig into the cushion, and I arch into his touch as he pleasures himself while thrusting his fingers into me. My body is shoved up and down as the force of his arm moves his fingers inside.

“Fuck, Cam!” he groans, and I see him appraising my body. 

Sensational tingles blast in my lower stomach as the flood of frenzy washes over me. “I’m going to come.”

Adriano leans forward, twisting his fingers inside me, and a tidal wave of an orgasm hits me. He smothers my scream with a hard kiss.

My eyelids are becoming heavier and heavier, and my body twitches in the aftermath.

Adriano’s growling above me. Then I feel him biting my nipple and something wet against my stomach. 

My daze is thickening, and I’m whimpering until… oblivion.

***

My eyes fly open. I’m seeing a starry black sky.

I’m instantly wide awake and sit up. But then I feel dizzy and look around. Fallon is lying on the lounger next to me, eyes closed. Rosalia is still sleeping on the couch inside. The skin on my thigh pulls when I move, and it’s sticky to the touch. Adriano came on me and left? 

What the hell?

Yet I smile when I lie back down, thinking how he literally made me come until I passed out. I press my hand to my flushed cheeks – we’ve finally made progress.

After so long apart, he’s proven within minutes that he’s still engraved in a special place in my heart reserved only for him.

CHAPTER 24

Adriano

Cam’s writhing on the lounger with her lean legs spread wide apart and my fingers inside her.

Breathing raggedly, I gawk at her bowing body, aching for my own release because I’ve been living like a fucking monk since she’s been back in my life. And my reality outshines the fantasy I’ve built up in my mind.

Her head falls back, and I quickly move forward so her contented loud moan is caught by my mouth. I keep forcefully thrusting my fingers in until I feel her body relaxing, and she groans. Sitting back on my haunches, I pump my rock-hard cock between her legs and grip her hip. It’s taking all of my willpower to not invade her heat. 

She pants with her eyes closed and is flushed with a pearly shimmer of sweat on her skin that has my balls tightening, and I growl, “Cam!”

“Hmmm,” she drawls, and the huskiness in her moan has me letting go and coming in violent spurts between her legs and over her stomach. 

She lies perfectly still as my chest heaves from the powerful climax her body evokes.

My surmounting lust for her has just tripled. I’ve always taken what I want. And I desperately want to take what she’s willingly offering me, not only her body, but her soul, her heart. She’s presenting herself to me on a silver platter, and I’m close to giving in because she’s etched into a part of me. And I always have her with me wherever I go, whether she’s in my life or not.

“Cam?”

She grunts softly. That’s it.

“Cam?”

Another grunt, so I spank her hip.

Nothing. She fell asleep!

I smirk from satisfaction and silently thank god for the joint. Without it, she wouldn’t have allowed this. She moans softly as I rub the fluid over her pussy, and I push my finger inside. A possessive urge to brand her as mine rushes through my veins. I’m throwing all caution to the wind because I’m tired of fighting my desire for her, and I feel my armor fragmenting with every glance she sends me. 

Reality comes crashing down on me, and my chin jerks up when I see Rosalie shifting on the sofa in the living room and continuing her slumber.

This is too dangerous. She could’ve woken up, or Luca could’ve caught us. 

Yet, with my finger tracing my load over the soft flesh of Cam’s stomach, all I can seem to think about is how I can possibly be with her within the Syndicate. 

“Even though I haven’t even felt you with my cock, you’re going to be feeling and thinking of me the second you wake,” I whisper while spreading the liquid between her legs.

Since I can’t seem to kick her out of my mind and soul, I’m on the verge of quitting this losing battle. Nevertheless, I was honest when I told her that I have no idea how we can be together. Instead of leaving the issue at that point, scenarios of how to work around it begin to assemble in my mind. I shake my head and concentrate on the matter at hand because it’s best we don’t get caught out here. 

Tucking my shirt back in and buttoning my pants, I look down at Cam’s peaceful sleeping form. A naughty smile plays on her lips, and a need to stay surfaces, but I quell it. I take her lace panties off the floor and fold them into my pocket. Then I adjust her skirt down her legs and close her blouse. 

She’s still on her back, and I sift her hair from her face. After a week of obeying orders while battling my own moods, the anger I had toward her for Damian is subsiding with each day. And her words of promise to make it better are starting to get to me. Eventually, I will have her again.

“Give me some time, Cam. Time to evaluate my options and find a way out for both of us.” 

She doesn’t stir, so I press a kiss to her forehead and lean back on the other lounger.

The light behind me in the living room flicks on, and a moment later, Fallon, whose cheeks are flushed, and Luca join me on the terrace.

I covered Cam just in time.

Luca points his fingers to me and then gestures out the door. “
Dolcezza
, I’ll be back as soon as possible. Adriano and I need to visit Security Simplicity.”

I meet his eyes, astonished that we’re going to SS at this time of night, and he gives an almost imperceptible nod, silently ordering me to withhold questions until we’re alone.

I motion to Cam. “Stay with her. Make sure they drink lots of water when they wake up,” I order while she settles on the lounger.

“Will do. See you later.” Fallon’s hand disappears into a bag of chips.

***

At Security Simplicity, a package from an unknown sender has been delivered, and a security scan has shown that it has some distressing content. We have a few soldiers working there to intercept all deliveries for us. We can’t have the other companies and people on other floors learn of our illegal business. Our soldier scanned the box and contacted Luca late in the afternoon, but with the chaos of the day, he overlooked the message, so now we’re going to SS, even though it’s after ten p.m.

The young soldier waits in our office with a square brown box that’s sitting on my desk. 

Luca greets and dismisses him.

Taking the letter opener, I slice the tape on top in one swift motion and pull back the lids. I swallow and show Luca.

“Is it real?” he asks as he peeks inside.

The box contains a ring finger wearing a gold band on a bed of gauze with a crimson halo surrounding it. The golden band is
Capo
John’s wedding ring; Sal cut off his finger and mailed it to us. 

Luca rubs a hand over his jaw. “Shit!”

“He’s going to send him to us limb by limb if we don’t fire back. One of our
Capi
is being tortured.” I close the box and fall into my leather chair. “We’re waiting too long to form a plan of action. He’s targeting our Syndicate and SS. Fat Sal needs be taken care of. What’s James waiting for?”

“I think he’s wary to proceed because of Cam. She’s a pawn in this game. And he has Henry searching for intel on who’s providing Sal the gadgets that aren’t on the market yet.”

“We assumed she was a pawn, but she’s useless to Sal now. And I think James is being too cautious and letting Cam undermine his judgment. I understand having Henry on it – it could be lucrative to find out who’s providing the gadgets. But now, a Mafia war is raging. And this is just the beginning. If John caves under torture, he’s a dead man, and then we’ve lost an influential
Capo
,” I explain.

Luca unbuttons his suit jacket and grabs his phone. “I’m calling James.” And he puts him on speaker.

“Luca,” James answers.

“It’s Luca and Adriano. We opened the box. It’s John’s ring finger.”

“Was there a note?”

“No,” Luca replies.

“I just spoke to Henry. We have a timeline,” James says.

“Tell us.” I lean forward.

“Fat Sal started asking Henry questions about us approximately two months ago. Before that, he would just give him an assignment and pay him, just like you two agreed with Sal.”

We met Fat Sal a couple of months ago when our search for Cam led us to Club 7. We’ve never had any altercations with him or his club, and he even asked to use Henry’s services. To show goodwill, we agreed. 

James continues, “He started probing about the three of us but let it go when he realized Henry was loyal. They were just harmless, general inquiries so Henry didn’t see the importance of mentioning it to us. He’s accustomed to questions and knows how to keep his mouth shut. When Sal discovered this, he never asked Henry about us again. However, when Henry was doing a quick fix in Sal’s system, he stumbled upon communications between Sal and another party that has recently stepped up in the underground technology world.”

By underground, James means illegal.

“Contact name is Aubrey.”

“It’s a
her
?” we both ask, amazed. 

“I’m guessing the woman is a front,” James mentions. “It’s a relatively unknown person, but Henry’s arranging a meet as soon as possible. The trafficking device came from Aubrey. Sal used our money to pay off Aubrey and was going to replenish it as soon as possible in the hopes of filling the gap before we noticed – so he knows about our delayed routes. Sal’s purchased technological gadgets from Aubrey worth a fortune and huge amounts of drugs from us for that club. However, he never foresaw the financial decline that’s infected the underground fight club. His human trafficking business has tanked. The underground sex and fight club is being avoided by the wealthy sickos since the death of Alex Gentry, one of Sal’s patrons, became known. His main sources of income were the bets, and apparently, the auctions. He’s had an unprecedented decline in income and has been forced to make snap decisions: his plan being to take our money and pay off Aubrey, which worked once with the first million that was stolen from
Capo
John during the exchange in the harbor. So he tried to pull that scam again tonight at the dock, since he realized we’d already caught him – we had Cam in plain sight, so he knows we removed the microchip. And I guess he’s pissed off that you delivered his soldier to his door with a carved up back.”

“What did he expect would happen after we found out?” Luca retorts.

“He believes the club is safe. His weapon is location, and our problem lies in location. Sal’s establishment is in the middle of the Loop. It’s a part of Club 7, the legal dance club. How can you raid that place without capturing the authorities’ attention?” I reply.

“We can’t.” Luca folds his arms over his chest. “You can’t attack and kill everyone, because then the entire club would cease to exist. And authorities that we don’t have in our pockets might get involved. The risk is too high.”

“Bringing me to my point,” James interjects. “Sal is a
Capo crimine
– albeit a boss from a smaller organization – therefore, I still need approval from the New York Syndicate to even arrange a hit. But that’s not our main problem. It’s what to do with that entire organization. We operate in the world of drugs. I’m not getting into human trafficking or sex clubs.”

“Sex clubs can be lucrative with the right management,” I remark.

“Even so, I don’t want that to become part of the Chicago Syndicate under my regime. I’m already handling a large drug operation. And there’s another small thing – Cam has been doing a lot of prying into Syndicate business; she’s counting on me to help Santino. I’ve decided to honor her wish.”

Bracing my neck with both palms, I catch Luca’s disapproving eyes. I can’t believe James is humoring Cam. Nonetheless, we keep our objections to ourselves.

After a strained silence, James comments, “Henry has been ordered to contact Aubrey and set up a meet as soon as possible. We have a common enemy, and she will undoubtedly be of help. Chances are, Sal owes her money too. I need you on standby to accompany me to the meet whenever it takes place.”

“Fine. Call us when you have a time and place,” Luca answers and ends the conversation. 

“I foresee where this is going,” I say ominously.

“Raiding that underground club is going to be a major operation, I fear,” Luca ends my thought. 

“And James talks about only a few problems, but he’s forgetting the rest of them,” I add, agitated. “It wasn’t easy for me to move the money around in time for the audit, and it was a huge blow to me moneywise. Everything I have is now in offshore accounts. We have to be smart if we want to maintain our standard of living. I have four other people to support,” I relay my true concern.

“But you do have enough money, right?”

“Yes, for now. But you and I both need to think long term. It’s just a matter of time before Security Simplicity also tanks in this economy: no accountant can keep it viable on that scale without any legal activity. If this company doesn’t perform better, how the hell are we going to keep laundering our drug money? I’m not keeping cash around, because that will make us walking targets. We’re already hiding too much money. It needs to be legitimized or else it’ll stay useless.” 

All these issues surrounding us make me long for the comfort of Cam’s seductive body. Now that I’ve had a taste, I’ll never leave her alone again. “I need to go. I’m going to Cam.”

“I’m not even saying anything anymore. You two don’t listen,” he mutters.

I pull up my shoulders. “Remember you once asked me if I knew how it was to be consumed by someone?”

He nods.

“I know that now. It’s hell and heaven to be attached to someone.”

“Out of all the women you’ve met and fucked in your life,” Luca says with a smile. “
She
had to be the one to bring you to your knees.”

“I’m tired of staying away. Tired of fighting a losing battle.”

“Be careful with her. Like James said, she’s sly. Why is she probing into Syndicate business? What will happen when we have Santino; what will her next request be? She’s slowly inserting herself into this organization. Cam’s smart enough to take this chance at power.”

“I know that. And that’s what turns me on about her.”

He laughs and pockets his phone. “Then I guess you need to make sure James doesn’t find out what you two are doing behind his back. Now let’s go to the girls.”