Roxanne (The Italian Cartel Book 2)

by Shandi Boyes

  “You could,” Rocco agrees, smiling, “But you won’t… because at the end of the day, you know the only time that bitch shares secrets is when she’s on her back, being fed a healthy dose of your dick. Considering your girl looked set to murder when you traced your finger down her cheek this morning, I wouldn’t recommend it. She’s more than ready to bring the bat to the game for you, so why not have her swinging at the big hitters instead of the small fry like Theresa.”

  His comment switches the heat of my blood from chaos to yearning in under a second. Even with my blood pressure almost bursting my eardrums, I heard Roxanne’s fight when she endeavored to free herself from Rocco’s clutch. She wasn’t fighting to save Officer Packwood’s life. She wanted to witness the monster inside of me roar to life firsthand, to drink him in, in all his glory, and I’m about ready to grant her wish.

  Twenty-Six

  Roxanne

  The soap doesn’t have a chance in hell of remaining in my grip when the stern and clipped voice of Dimitri rolls across my bathroom. “Eyes to the wall.”

  My bathroom is tiny. It has the standard square upright shower, one vanity that’s missing the cupboards beneath it, and a toilet’s peach coloring shows how long ago it was installed. However, I still knew about Dimitri’s arrival before he announced it. The aura that beamed out of him while he used the unnamed officer’s body as a boxing bag hissed in the air, heating my skin as effectively as the boiling hot water pumping out of the showerhead.

  “Don’t make me ask you again, Roxanne,” he growls out when my shock at his request has me desperate to peer over my shoulder.

  I want to drink in the energy I’ve been in awe of for over a year before doubling it. I love his arrogance. It’s what mesmerized me when he stood outside the alleyway watching me be fingered by a man well below my league, and it’s what kept my feet grounded when Estelle used the distraction to make a break for it.

  She begged me to go with her, but I couldn’t. Dimitri was only on a murderous rampage because a man tried to hurt me. I can’t be angry at him for that. I’ve been seeking this level of protection since I was a child, so it’ll take more than the occasional death of a stupid man for me to give it up.

  “Keep them there,” Dimitri demands when my eyes finally submit to the prompts of my overworked brain.

  My heart rages out of control when the steam inside my little bubble is released from Dimitri opening the glass door. After stepping into the space, which feels ten times smaller with his brooding frame taking up a majority of the tiled floor, in the corner of my eye, I watch him cup a generous serving of water in his bruised and battered hands. When he throws the water over his face, I realize what he is doing. He’s cleaning himself up for me, afraid the gore and violence his life is shrouded in will scare me away.

  “Goddammit, Roxanne! Do you ever do as you’re told?” Dimitri grinds out with a roar when I spin around to face him.

  I want to shake my head but can’t. The view is too wondrous for me to move, much less garner a half-assed reply to his accurate statement. Our contrasting heights and widths are obvious when we’re dressed, so you can imagine how conflicting they are when we’re in a tiny space, butt naked. Add that to the fact Dimitri’s muscles are strained from their earlier un-koshered workout, and you’ve got the ultimate recipe of lust, intrigue, and mystery.

  I’m a part of this story, and I’m still dying to read what happens next.

  My hands rattle when I raise them to Dimitri’s face. I’m not worried he will reject me. The pulsating rod of flesh stealing my smarts assures me that won’t happen. I’m simply disappointed I can’t nurture him without removing the blood of another man from his face.

  Shockwaves roll down my spine when Dimitri catches my hand before it gets near his face. His hold isn’t painful, but it’s most definitely aggressive. “You don’t want to act like a lady any more than I want to pretend to be a gentleman.”

  As I wiggle to break free from his hold, I fight not to moan. His voice was as hot as honey, warm and inviting but so bitterly sweet, it will give me a toothache for days.

  “You want a monster, a bastard.” His grip on my wrist firms, along with the tightness of my womb. “You want me.”

  There’s no point resisting what he’s saying. Every word he speaks is true. So, instead, I nod. It commences an avalanche of groping hands and lust-blistering kisses. While he pins the lower half of my body to the tiled shower wall with his impressive crotch, he attacks my mouth with a blurring mix of licks, bites, and moans. It’s a hurried, frantic exchange full of passionate touches, wandering hands, and moans my nanna would have killed me for only two years ago.

  My noisy moans can’t be helped. My pussy, tits, and ass are being lavished by Dimitri’s big hands while his mouth encourages mine to defeat logic. It shouldn’t be possible to be this noisy when my lungs are breathless, but somehow, I pull off the inevitable.

  My head lowers to take in Dimitri biting a trail of love bites down my stomach. He licks, bites, then kisses me until his mouth is an inch from my aching sex, and I’m hoisted up the tiled wall as if I’m weightless. The small confines of the shower mean he can’t kneel to devour his feast, so he brings his meal to himself, instead.

  I tremble with the breath he releases when he instructs me to watch him. “I like your eyes on me…” Half of his face disappears between my splayed thighs before he does one controlled lick up my soaked slit. “Especially when I’m doing this…” He licks, tugs, and makes me come undone in an embarrassing quick eight seconds. “And even more so when you do that.”

  He holds nothing back for the next several minutes, not even when his accidental bump of the faucet switches the temperature of the water from roasting to freezing. The change-up is nice. I’m hot all over, so excluding my initial yelp about the rapid change in my core body temperature, I relish the refreshing change.

  “Oh…” I’m close to climax again. It’s building inside of me like a tsunami, encouraged by the short, powerful flicks Dimitri hits my clit with. He toys with the bundle of nerves between my legs until the moans seeping from my mouth can wake the dead. “I’m… I’m…” Fucking insane if I ever believed things between us were over. Something so explosive is indestructible. Unbreakable. Everlasting.

  An orgasm washes through me when the possibility of forever hits me. I can’t do anything but pant and scream. The intensity of my climax is insane. It rushes over me again and again and again until the feverish moans bouncing off the bathroom walls switch to a pained grunt from Dimitri’s cock’s sudden entrance to my clenching sex.

  With one of my legs curled around his waist and the other hooked around his elbow, Dimitri drives into me on repeat. The pain of taking him for only the third time shouldn’t have me close to detonation again, but it does. It builds inside of me, chasing its next release right along with Dimitri’s bid to find his own.

  He fucks the living hell out of me, screwing me so hard, I’m confident the spasms hitting my uterus are no longer associated with my looming period. He pounds and pounds and pounds into me until I’m screaming his name as if I am possessed.

  “It feels so good. You feel so good,” I grunt through the tremors overwhelming me. “Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop. I’ll die without this, without you.”

  Dimitri does the exact opposite of my moaned requests. He lowers the swings of his hips before he rests his forehead on mine. I don’t mind. The change-up in speed will allow him to drink in the alteration of the light in my eyes, the transferal only he can instigate.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this?” he asks a few seconds later. “I blanket every inch of you as envisioned. Your entire ass fits in my palm.”

  As his eyes bounce between mine, they replicate the variation in color mine underwent minutes ago, except they appear more painted with anger than euphoria. I discover why when he adds, “I could have squashed you like a bug, but all I wanted to do was cocoon you until you
r wings were fully grown.”

  It feels like his cock is about to poke out of my stomach when he adds a roll to his hips. He’s more deeply seated now, almost fully immersed. He isn’t just ensuring I’ll feel him for days, he’s reminding me of exactly what I gave up six weeks ago.

  “But do you know what happens when a butterfly gets her wings?”

  I kiss him with everything I have, hopeful my tongue will ram his hurtful words down his throat before he can express them. I understand I stuffed up. I realize I should have fought harder. I don’t need him to teach me a lesson while reminding me just how explosive we are.

  Although my kiss doubles the heat bristling between us, it doesn’t stop his words. “She flies away.”

  “I didn’t.”

  He responds to my lie with both his cock and his eyes. He pounds into me, bringing me to the very edge of insanity before he freezes like his thighs are as lifeless as my heart felt the past six weeks. “Yes. You. Did.”

  Even aware I’m digging my hole deeper, I continue to fight. “No.” Water flings off my cheeks when I shake my head. “You dropped me off. You let me out of our agreement—”

  Dimitri’s roar shudders my heart straight out of my chest. “Because I wanted to see if you’d come back! I wanted proof you were there for me and not because you were in fear for your life.”

  “You had armed men on every corner, Dimi.”

  For how hard his hips are now thrusting, his words shouldn’t be as smooth as silk. “Men you had no trouble bypassing when it suited you. Hair dye, trips to visit a state prison inmate… if you fucking wanted it, you found a way to get it.”

  Even with it being true, I hate everything he’s saying. If I wanted his attention, I merely needed to walk out the front door any time after dusk because despite what Rocco says, I know Dimitri was outside the first twenty-eight days of my incarceration. I could feel him there, I was just too stubborn to succumb to the pressure eating me alive. Then I thought I was too late. Excluding earlier today, I hadn’t sensed his presence in over two weeks.

  “I was angry. You threatened my friend. You sent a murderer to her house. I wanted to get back at you.” I try to hold in the truth, but just like I can’t stop my tears once they start, there’s no stopping my honesty, either. “I wanted you to beg me for a second chance, and to understand how pathetic I felt pinning for you when you seemed to hate me.”

  My confession punishes me more than Dimitri. He fucks the living hell out of me, pounding, grunting, and thrusting until my orgasm peaks, then he once again freezes like a statue.

  “Don’t do this. Don’t punish me because I wanted to be first for a change.”

  My drenched hair flops against my cheeks when Dimitri forces my eyes to his. “You wanted to be first? That’s the excuse you’re running with?”

  “It’s not an excuse. Wanting to be someone’s everything isn’t an excuse,” I reply before I realize how stupid I’m being. I got angry about him not giving me his undivided attention after pledging not to take more of his time than he’s able to give me.

  How foolish am I?

  Not only am I in love with a gangster who’s threatened to kill me more than once, I’m hoping he’ll replicate feelings he doesn’t understand.

  I need my head examined.

  My sigh has two meanings when Dimitri shuts off the faucet and carries me out of the bathroom. Because he’s still inside of me, thick and heavy, I don’t advise him fresh towels are hanging on the back of the door he left wide open as if we’re the only two people in the room. It’s clear he isn’t done with my punishment just yet. The unrecognizable mask he’s wearing is sure-fire proof of this, much less the way he dismounts me from his cock and dumps me onto my bed.

  In a quick snag, flip, and lift maneuver, my ass is perched high in the air, and Dimitri’s big cock pokes at my puckered hole.

  “Don’t fucking tempt me,” he growls when my back instinctively arches, seeking firmer contact. “I don’t have any lubricant, and if I find out you do, your ass won’t be pounded with my cock. It will wear my handprint for days.”

  As warmth spreads through me, I tremble.

  “I knew I’d need more than an hour to work through your kinks.” As he rubs his erection against a region of my body I didn’t realize had its own pulse, his hand slithers around my jittery stomach. I almost vault off my bed when he finds my clit without the stumbling hands Eddie used.

  The quickest recollection of Eddie’s golden eyes should cause the excitement flooding my insides to dampen. It doesn’t. If anything, it makes it more perverse. I suspected Dimitri killed him because of what he had done to me. The officer’s murder earlier this evening reveals that was the case. Dimitri is a monster who can fly off the hinges at any moment, but I don’t believe that makes him hideously ugly. He’s dark, yet undeniably beautiful. Deranged, yet somehow sane. And he can love, he just hasn’t been shown how to yet.

  “Let me make it up to you.”

  “No,” Dimitri immediately answers like he knows what I’m talking about.

  Considering I’ve orgasmed multiple times tonight, he could mistake my offer as a wish to reciprocate the favor, but I know that isn’t the case. Even when he’s knee-deep in filth, Dimitri’s thoughts are always with his daughter.

  “I can help, Dimi. Dr. Bates isn’t as smart as his credentials—”

  “No!” he screams with a brutal thrust of his hips.

  The way he enters me should have me screaming just as loudly, but my target is locked and loaded, and I’m not giving him up for anything. “He walks around with dollar signs in his eyes—”

  “For fuck’s sake, Roxanne, shut up before I force you to be quiet.”

  His threat doesn’t penetrate my mind in the slightest. “He’d be an easy man for you to fool. Force his hand, Dimitri. Show him you’re not to be messed with. Gut him like you did Eddie, then do the same to your father.”

  I’m panting now, full-on moaning, overcome by the vicious fucking Dimitri is bombarding me with. He pounds into me so hard, my insides feel like they’re being shifted to accommodate his massive dick. It’s painful yet beautiful—just like him.

  “You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You’ve just got to show the people who have your back that you believe in them by accepting their help.”

  There’s nothing romantic about our fuck. Dimitri takes all the control, leaving nothing in his wake until I freefall into an uprising of warmth and comfort. It’s a ferociously stunning few minutes that only grows more striking when Dimitri withdraws his magnificent cock, brings it to my lips, then grunts, “Reciprocate.”

  A normal person would mistake his command as him wanting head.

  As I’ve said time and time again, I’m nothing close to ordinary.

  After nodding, wordlessly advising him I understand his request, I take his dick between my lips and swallow down, smug as hell I guided a man as powerful as him through the fog before his cock got anywhere near my mouth.

  Twenty-Seven

  Roxanne

  I grimace when the quickest hiss darts through my ears. Smith numbed the area he’s inserting a micro tracker into, so I don’t feel an ounce of pain. It’s just realizing I’ll have a foreign device in my arm for the rest of my life that has me grimacing.

  Although I would have preferred not to be microchipped like a dog, I didn’t have much choice. If I denied Dimitri’s request, he would have reneged on the agreement we made last night. I couldn’t let that happen. Our ruse is his first solid chance to get his daughter back. It should come before anything—even my freedom.

  Fien is a captive because my mother begged my father to swap Dimitri’s wife with me, so it’s my responsibility to do everything in my power to help Dimitri get her back. I’m scared, but I’m also hopeful. It’s clear Dimitri loves his daughter. Once she’s back, perhaps he will realize love comes in many forms.

  “Does that feel okay?”

  I raise my eyes to Smith, the
querier of my question. “It feels a little weird.”

  “The device or your head?” Rocco asks on a laugh, shocked by the slur of my words. I don’t know what Smith used to numb my arm, but it has my head convinced I guzzled a fifth of vodka with my dinner.

  “A teeny bit of both.”

  “Your dizziness will settle soon.” Smith rubs an alcohol swap over the nick in my arm before he places a Band-Aid over it. “If it doesn’t, I’ll give you another dose. It will have you sleeping like a baby within an hour.”

  I want to sock him in the stomach but hold back the urge when I notice Dimitri’s narrowed gaze. He looks five seconds from killing Smith, and his oxygen-depriving protectiveness doubles the wooziness bombarding me.

  “Thank you.”

  Smith lifts his chin, acknowledging my thanks before he moves to clean up the mess he made in his makeshift hospital room. We’re still at my family’s ranch, conscious my booking for Dr. Bates’s clinic may have eyes placed on me earlier than my appointment. The shutters are closed, a beat-up Honda is in the driveway, and Smith has numerous jammers scattered amongst the dated furniture. To anyone outside of these walls, it appears as if Dimitri is still done with me. Only those in the know are experiencing his panic firsthand.

  He’s been more reserved than usual today. He agrees our plan is smart, but he’s still cautious he’s making the wrong decision. I’ll do my best to assure him otherwise between now and my appointment tomorrow morning. By remaining fearless, he’ll soon realize just how much faith I have in him. He will keep me safe no matter what. I’ve never had more confidence in anything in my life but that.

  After a lengthy debate this morning, we decided the go with the ploy Smith and I discussed while Dimitri was unconscious from a combined drug overdose and exhaustion. According to our plan, I called the private cell phone Dr. Bates scribbled across his business card when he endeavored to buy me outright, panicked out of my mind that my period was late and how Dimitri would kill me if he found out.