Tarnished Tyrant - A Mafia Romance

Chapter 63 Episode 63

Belle studies every inch of my face, looking for the truth. Butthat’s exactly what I just gave her.

And after one long moment, she recognizes that.

Then she unzips my pants and wraps her soft hand around mythrobbing shaft. “f**k me,” she whispers.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I rip her jeans off her legsand press myself to her opening. Then I catch her jaw in onehand so she can look at me and only at me.

“Watch me when I bury myself in you, princess,” I rasp. “Iwant to see the look on your face. I want you to see the lookon mine.”

All she can do is whimper and nod.

I press into her. One inch, three inches, six, eight, all of me.“Good girl,” I whisper to her, still keeping her face clenched inmy grasp. “Taking all of me like such a good girl.”

She bites at her lip, though she still follows orders and keepsher eyes locked on mine. Her legs tighten around my waistuntil I’m filling her to the hilt.

There’s a moment there that I want to last forever. When I’mfully inside of her. When her eyes are molten green andglowing with lust. When every cell of me is vibrating withhow f*****g bad I crave this infuriating woman.

It hangs in the air endlessly like a shooting star.

Then it comes crashing down to earth.

I start to f**k her, hard and relentless. Every thrust draws outanother broken moan from her sweet lips. I capture her nipplein my mouth and bite. She claws my shoulders. We rip painand pleasure from each other in equal measure.

The shelves shake with the force of our f*****g. I’m palmingher thighs so hard I know that there will be a perfect set of tenpurple bruises on her skin not long after we’re done here.

Good. I like knowing I’ve marked her as mine.

“I’m going to come,” Belle moans. She grinds herself into mybody as I fill her, and it takes all of my strength to hold backmy own release.

She bursts like a dam. The sound coming out of her mouth isnew and familiar at the same time. f**k, will watching thiswoman come on my d**k ever not be the sexiest thing I’veever experienced?

I’d go to war for her right now.

I’d kill for her right now.

I grit my teeth and hold back, ignoring the fire roaring in myown belly. I am not finished with her yet. Not by a long shot.

As soon as her frantic, hitched breathing starts to even out, Ipull out of her, spin her around, and plant her hands on theshelf. She obeys instinctively, pushing her hips back for me toenter again.

She’s dripping for me. “You’re so damn tight,” I growl in herear. “I could finish like this.”

She arches her spine and that waterfall of dark hair spills overher back. “Then do it.”

“Not until you fall apart for me again.”

I reach around to find her c**t with one hand. The other handstays plastered to her hip so I can spear her on my d**k againand again, and again and again. I’m sweating, she’s dripping,both of us are panting mercilessly. But I know what the risingpitch of her moans means.

“Come for me,” I command. “Now.”

Almost like she was waiting for my permission, she lets go. Ifthe first one was sudden and violent, this one is softer,smoother, though even more powerful in the end. I keepthrusting into her as the orgasm consumes her from hertrembling toes, up to her shaking thighs, out into her fingertipswhere they’re tap-dancing on the bookshelf like she’s beingelectrocuted.

And this time, I let myself fall with her.

I’ve never come so hard in my life as I do right then. It feelslike it comes from my f*****g soul and rips out of me with afury. It burns as it goes.

When it’s finally gone, I’m exhausted.

Slowly, I pull myself out of Belle and step backwards. Sheturns just as slowly and looks at me warily. One hand staysplanted on the shelves like she’ll fall without the support.

I can see it written all over her face: she needed that. Shewanted that. She missed me.

And now, she wants me to tell her the same.

I could do it. Those four little words: I missed you, too. It’d beso simple. The polar opposite of the antagonistic headbuttingthat has been the bedrock of our whatever-the-f**k-you’d-call-this since we met.

I open my mouth to finally say exactly that.

But what comes out instead is, “Get dressed.”

“I have work to do.” I turn away and zip my pants. “Arslancan show you to your room and—”

“What is this?” she demands. “Between us, what is this?Where are we?”

“We’re right f*****g here, Belle. I came and picked you up. Ibrought you back to my house.”

“And what if I wasn’t pregnant?”

The underlying questions aren’t exactly subtle. She might aswell be shouting them in my face. Without this baby, wouldyou still want me? Would we still be here?

For the second time in as many minutes, the opportunity to fixall this is right there for the taking. Do it, you bastard, snarls avoice in my head. Don’t be such a f*****g coward. Tell herwhat she means to you.

But for the second time in as many minutes, I don’t.

Hurt flashes across her face. “You owe me an answer.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

“And you begged me to f**k you. You’ve lost the moral highground.”

She inhales sharply. “Is that what this was? You proving thateverything you’ve done is okay because I… because I’mattracted to you? Do you even hear yourself?!”

“I don’t have anything to prove to anyone. Especially not toyou.”

She blinks at me, her mouth set in a firm, angry line. I turnaway from her.

“Get dressed and find your room,” I growl over my shoulder.“I have work to do.”

“Where the f**k are you, Zhukova?” Giorgos yells into thephone.

I’m in my office with the door locked. I heard Belle slam herbedroom door closed twenty minutes ago, and I haven’t heardanything since.

“I’m not at the church,” I answer grimly. “That’s all you needto know.”

“We’ve been reaching out since you disappeared last night,”he says. “You can’t treat my sister like—”

“I can do whatever I want,” I say calmly. “Which is why I’mcalling off the wedding.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“I’m not going to sign my life away to your sister for any deal.The wedding is off.”

He snorts. “Is it that b***h from before? What was her nameagain? Xena won’t like this.”

“This is about no one but me. I don’t want to marry your sister.I never did.”

“You’re going to take down our entire deal for a b***h on theside?” Giorgos scoffs. “I never thought you’d be so weak.”

“Save that insult for when you’re ready to die,” I growl. “I canend you if I choose, Giorgos. My threat stands. If you turn onme, I’ll kill you long before you have the chance to reap thebenefits.”

“I’m not the one you should be worried about,” Giorgos sighs.“Watch your back, Nikolai. You’ve been warned.”

Then the line goes dead.

I dismiss my alarm before it even rings. It’s the middle of thenight, but I’ve been awake for hours.

Back at home, I could hardly keep my eyes open long enoughto drive home and crawl into bed after a shift at the bar. Now,I’m wired. Every time I remember I’m in Nikolai’s house, it’sa dump of adrenaline straight to my veins.

But I won’t be here for much longer.

I slip out of bed, shove my phone and a change of clothes intomy purse, and then pad across the hall to Elise’s room. Herdoor is unlocked. I push it open and step into the darkness.

I see Elise propped up in bed, her face glowing from her phonescreen. I don’t know why I’m surprised.

“Why are you still awake?”

“Why are you lurking into my room like the boogeyman?” sheretorts.

“Fair enough,” I sigh. “But it’s because we need to be quiet.”

She pauses whatever is on her screen and reaches over to flickon her lamp. I stop her before she can. “No. No lights. No onecan know we’re awake.”

“Belle?” she whispers nervously. “What is going on?”

“But… but we just got here.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I rifle through the drawers in her room andshove as much of it as I can into my purse. Nikolai bought hernew clothes and I want to take as much of it with me as I can.God knows where my next paycheck will be coming from.“We need to get out of here.”

“But… but…” she whimpers. “Don’t get mad, okay? But I’mthe one who called Nikolai. I told him to come and get us. I’mthe reason we’re here.”

I nod. “Nikolai told me the night he showed up. He said youwere scared for me.”

“I was. I am,” she says.