That was the day Armand tried to rape Jia, it was days ago.
“I snapped because I hate abuse of power. Preying on the weak. Abusing the weak,” I explained.
“So, that makes you not bad then. So that’s why I’m coming with you. I think you need the help Xander. If you guys go I think I’d worry, plus I don’t really have much of an alibi.”
“What about your people here? Your family?”
“I keep them out of business. I didn’t want my younger brothers involved. No one knows about them except Vinny, but he rarely comes here, for safety reasons. My sister is a nurse. She works in the city. He sees her there.”
“What if Giovanni comes for any of them?”
It wasn’t like it couldn’t happen. It was highly likely.
“Can’t think like that Xander. But if it comes to that I’ll call for backup in Chicago. My cousin is the boss there.”
“Boss of Chicago?” I knew Giovanni considered himself the Vegas King. It could have been the same. Of all the mobsters I’d known Giovanni was the most flamboyant. The others didn’t tend to broadcast themselves or their wealth the way he did.
“You heard me man. Boss of Chicago. Claudius Morientz and his brother, Lucian is just as bad as him. Giovanni thinks he’s hot shit because of his success, but there’s worse than him. Giovanni knows I have Chicago and anyone who knows the relation knows not to come for me. Within reason. I won’t make the mistake of thinking I’m immune or that shit won’t happen. It’s more of a deterrent. As in I think Giovanni will do everything he can before he comes for me through my family. My family is their famiglia too. You don’t want to piss on Chicago.”
I didn’t doubt him if he said so.
“I hope it won’t get to that stage. We just try to do whatever we can, which is?”
Here’s where he wanted to have the plan.
“My family. He’s like a father to me, but we aren’t related.”
Jack.
He was my idea for now. I knew the only person who could help me now was him. We’d get to Idaho and I’d have something to work with. We’d have a place to stay and hide out. A place to think and I could contact Wes.
“Where is your would be father?”
“Idaho.”
Frankie frowned. “Well at least we’ll totally get gone. What about the prints Xander, don’t you want to try and get them again?”
I shook my head. “Mission’s blown. There’s no point. It took me weeks to work out where Giovanni was hiding them. He would have handed them over, I think to one of the people he was working with. I think he would have done that.”
“You think? But we don’t know for sure.”
I nodded. “I’m ninety percent certain. I think The Chameleon would have taken them.”
He pulled in a deep breath. “So we just run?”
“Yeah. I think so. I sent my people the code to let them know I’d failed. I’m hoping they’ll find another way. I don’t know. I just need to get Jia somewhere safe. Somewhere that doesn’t jeopardize your family. By the way I didn’t give my location away to anyone.”
“I appreciate that.” He stood up when the door opened and Jia poked her blond head in.
She smiled when she saw me sitting up and floated over to me.
“I’ll leave you two. See you later.” Frankie smiled and left us.
Jia sat next to me and I placed an arm around her.
“You’re sitting up.” She beamed.
“I’m sitting up and I feel stronger. Much stronger,” I assured her.
She ran her fingers over my chest. The slight touch stirred that need for her I always had just from the sight. All I had to do was look at her and I wanted her.
“It’s so good to see you like this.” Her beautiful eyes sparkled. “I made cannelloni. I couldn’t help it, it’ll be ready soon.”
It was good that she could keep occupied with cooking so she wouldn’t worry too much. I for one knew she was terrified.
“Sounds amazing baby.”
“Is there anything you need?”
“You.” The answer was true and simple.
“I’m here.”
“Kiss me.”
She crooked her finger and beckoned me to come to her delicious lips for a kiss. I was only too happy to oblige and taste her sweetness. Sweet like honey but she had that element of something that made her more desirable. It was passion. Hot sexy passion that cut through to my want for her, even in my weakened state.
She was my weakness in every way.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Jia
I was trying to be positive.
I figured that was the best way to help. Even if it was nothing really.
Being positive helped keep up morale.
It made me worry, however, of what would truly happen in the long run.
I took out my phone from my bag, so tempted to switch it on. It was Anya that was on my mind.
I wondered if maybe I could have done something similar to how Xander contacted his friend. I very quickly abandoned that idea though because it might put her in danger. I knew what Pa was like, he would check everything and leave no stone unturned. That was what he would do.
He’d go to her and question her. He’d check out all her stuff to see if I’d made contact. One thing I hoped he didn’t do was hurt her in any way.
That would have killed me. Just thinking of that happening, through all the shit I’d seen Pa do over the last few weeks, which I had to class as his worst moments, I felt he wouldn’t involve Anya more than necessary.
I put my phone back in my bag and quietly made my way back to Xander’s room.
It was super late and everyone had gone to sleep.
When last I checked it was just after one in the morning and we needed to be up in a few hours to leave.
I probably shouldn’t disturb Xander but I just wanted to check on him as I was up then I’d leave.
Maribelle, Frankie’s mom, had given us each a room. She’d guessed quickly though that Xander and I were involved from the way that I cared for him and talked about him. My room had been the closest to his.
When I opened his door I expected to see him in bed, lying down asleep, but the damn man who should have been at the very least resting, was on the floor doing pushups. The moonlight that beamed through the window lit him up, making him look like some kind of warrior in prep for war.
Of all the things… I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him going for it. I was a gym bunny on the regular and in what I classed as my normal days, but I doubted I could have done one push up the way he was doing it by pressing on his knuckles. Much less the amount he’d done in just the few seconds I’d stood there.
He stopped and gazed at me with the sexy half smile, looking a lot closer to his charming self than he had in days.
His dark blond hair was ruffled with that just-got-out-of-bed sexy edge and to add to the image of him, he stood shirtless before me with just the bandages wrapping around his washboard stomach.
“You come to watch me?” he asked keeping his voice low.
“You’re supposed to be in bed,” I chided.
He smirked again.
I went in and closed the door.
I gave him a little smile when he switched on the desk lamp.
“Try sleeping when you have to come up with a master plan.”
I moved closer to him and his gaze dropped to my breasts.
“Try sleeping when your girl looks like this and she’s in a different room to you,” he added, looking me over with seduction.
Maribelle had given me a nightshirt to wear. It caught my legs but because of the deep V neck it made my breasts look bigger. Or more enhanced.
He’d noticed.
“Again you should be resting.” I giggled, trying to keep as quiet as I could.
It was hard and I wasn’t sure how thin the walls were. Frankie’s room was down the hall.
Xander got closer and reached for me
, bunching up the shirt and pulling me flush against him. The lift of the shirt exposed my black lace panties, making him smile. He pulled the top higher and nodded with satisfaction.
“Miss Jia you sure are a great sight to heal the injured,” he remarked and bent low to place a kiss at the edge of my hip.
I swatted his hands away when he pulled me closer and tried to kiss me when he straightened.
“No.” I shook my head. I could feel it.
Passion’s call.
I could feel it filtering through the space between us and tempting me. I remembered how well it didn’t care where we were or what state we were in. When it came to claim us it came full force and brought along its friends: desire and wild pleasure.
“No to what baby?” He got to me and tugged on the shirt again.
“I know what you’re thinking. It’s in your eyes and I’m only here to check on you. You need to rest Xander.”
He moved closer and turned his smile up several notches. “I need you.”
That had a very different feel to how he’d said it yesterday. “You’re wounded still and you should be sleeping.”
“Don’t you want to help me feel better?”
I gave him an incredulous glare. “Yes of course.” Then I gritted my teeth and spoke in a low whisper. “Xander we can’t have sex here.”
Not the way we did it, definitely not the way we did it. We were that couple who needed to be far away, or at least somewhere where the walls were thick.
“We could be really quiet. Like mice, except sexier. Quiet.”
I smiled when he reached for me again. The touch of his fingers on my bare skin as they fluttered over my cheek made me warm to the idea.
Quiet… We could be…
Damn it, I was thinking about it even though I shouldn’t. It would be so embarrassing if someone did come to check on Xander and caught us having sex. Then again, there was something more arousing at the thought of trying to have sex and keep it quiet. Something forbidden that made it appeal to me.
“What if I hurt you? You’re injured Xander.” The fact that those words slipped from my lips and went past the part of my brain that was still trying to process meant I’d already decided we were doing this.
He gave my body a full sweep and his eyes darkened with molten heat. “I was doing pushups baby. Believe me this will be a lot more fun, plus how the fuck do you expect me to let you go, with your tits looking like that?”
He smoothed his hand down to cup my left breast and moved the fabric across to expose the soft, ample flesh. Both my nipples puckered on their own just from his heated gaze.
By the time he ran his finger over the tips they hardened right up, almost painfully.
“It’s been too long since I touched you,” he breathed and lowered to cover the diamond-tipped nipple with his hot wet mouth.
Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I’d tried to resist. That felt so damn good it made me wet instantly. He sucked hard and I moaned from the pleasure and instantly covered my mouth, stifling a giggle when he lifted his head and placed a finger to his lips.
We were so bad.
I backed out of his grasp and pulled the night shirt over my head leaving just my panties on. I really hoped no one else came in to check on Xander.
He slipped his arm around my waist and scooped me up to carry me over to the bed. He’d picked me up like I weighed nothing and like he hadn’t been on the verge of death days ago.
It was only days ago that I nearly lost him.
Thinking it saddened me. It dimmed the sexual desire that coursed through my veins and I cupped his face.
“Don’t you fucking dare stop me.” He warned with a sexy chuckle. “We can totally be quiet.”
I quirked my lips. “I know. I’m just looking at you.”
“Watch me do this.”
He propped me on the pillows and bent his head down to resume his sucking. From one breast to the other he sucked and licked, giving me unimaginable pleasure I’d only ever experienced with him. Working the tips to life he aroused me to that point where I could have screamed into the pleasure but I held off by clamping my hand over my mouth. The devil looked up at me and smiled that wicked sinful smile he knew would get me good and it did too when he caught the end of my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger and the light pink nipples darkened.
Fuck, that felt so good. It felt so good and I couldn’t resist the little moan that slipped from my lips. It wasn’t loud, just low enough for us.
He parted my legs and pushed his finger deep inside my pussy. His smile widened when he saw how wet I was.
“Yes. Good girl, wet and ready for me.” He whispered and kissed his way down to my mound where he added another finger and started finger fucking me.
I wasn’t sure how the hell I was supposed to keep quiet when that felt so damn good. Then Xander being Xander, god of pleasure and giver of fantasy orgasms, had to amplify his movements by moving his fingers faster in my pussy while he moved up to suck my right breast and massage my left nipple with his free hand.
He sucked in the same rhythm he moved his fingers. Fast and pleasure filled, giving me exactly what I’d craved.
No it was more. Pleasure everywhere, all over.
The greedy orgasm that took me was ruthless in every sense.
There was nothing tame about it. It just came. It came and I arched my back into the pillows to cry out but he moved to my lips to swallow the cry.
Instead of the tell-all pleasure cry that would have woken up everyone in the house, it came out like a muffle. A strangled muffle that made my whole body flush.
He stopped his speed and pulled back from my lips to stare down at me.
“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t do that,” he breathed.
“It was amazing. Why the hell did you choose tonight of all the nights to do that to me?” I giggled.
“Maybe I want you more, and I always want you.” He glanced down at his fingers still in my core, pulled them out and licked them. He licked his fingers like he was enjoying some exotic dish and seeing him do that pulled at my groin.
“Fuck, you taste so good. I need more Jia.” He growled and parted my legs wider.
No fingers this time, I knew what he was going to do and I wanted it bad. That meant I’d have to be quiet on my own.
He nuzzled his face in between my thighs, thrust his tongue deep inside my pussy and started licking.
Licking and lapping up the nectar that had flowed out of me then licking around my folds, then licking at the already swollen nub of my clit.
That was when the tug of need came again. Pleasure in pure rawness clawed its way from deep within. Clawed its way to the surface of my skin and brought with it fire that singed and scorched me clean.
A hot wave washed over me, bathing my body in the wild buzz. Making me crave and enjoy everything he gave me.
This time when orgasm number two took me I tensed up and blew out the breath so I wouldn’t scream into it. That made me shudder and writhe against him as I came again.
I moaned but it was loud. Not enough to worry over, but it seemed to arouse him. He sucked harder, drinking and lapping. Taking everything, wasting nothing.
He looked up at me and saw the shudder that took me, making my breasts bounce.
Xander moved up to me to suckle again, taking the left breast this time and sucking until the shudder ceased.
When it did, he slipped off the bed and shrugged out of his pants and boxers, unleashing his massive cock. It seemed bigger tonight.
In the warm glow of the soft light from the desk lamp and the mingle of the moonlight he was a masterpiece. The light outlined all the perfect parts of him, which was everything. Muscles on muscles, his tattoos and even his bruises and scars. All of it was perfection to me.
All of it called to me.
The godlike man crawled back on the bed. Slid my panties down my legs and took hold of his cock.
I always liked watching that part. He’d h
old it like he was trying to calm himself and exude some level of control. What was better was it was all for me.
He was all for me.
Guiding the fat head of his cock to my entrance, he rubbed against my folds to tease me open, then thrust into my pussy. The length and thickness of his cock filled me right up, searing into me like he was branding me. Always making me his.
I couldn’t believe we almost never had this moment again. It had come so close. Like something minor could have changed the outcome. Something so small could have happened to take him from me.
He inched in deeper, hitting my g-spot. The effect was so powerful it wiped my brain clean. It robbed me of what I’d been thinking and everything.
Nothing mattered but the emotion, nothing mattered but pleasure.
It was only once he started moving inside me that awareness snapped back to me when the bed started rocking and creaking against the floor.
He pumped a little more and a little faster and shook the bed, but didn’t stop.
Before I could say anything, he pulled out, picked me up and set me on the floor in the center of the rug, on my hands and knees.
He gripped my hips and I glanced over my shoulder.
The wicked smile on his face told me he wasn’t about to hold back.
“This way I get to fuck you properly.” He said that more of a promise.
I believed him.
He plunged in again and fulfilled his words.
We’d made love before but this wasn’t that, it was something else entirely.
His relentless thrusts that built up and seemed to rise with each pump sent me over the edge, feeling so good in this position. When he started fucking me hard and rutting into me with the power of the pleasure, I had to stifle that scream again. My hair fell forward over my face and my breasts bounced painfully in front of me.
It was like we’d both gone wild and lost our minds.
I sucked in a sharp breath to cool the cry that would have torn from my lips. At the same time that he squeezed my hips tighter and pounded home, jackhammering into his release.
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