Shielded Wrongs: A Dark Mafia Romance (Bellandi Crime Syndicate Book 4)

by Adelaide Forrest

  I stripped the shirt over my head, leaning my weight over her until my chest touched her mostly bare back and got as close as I could to her as that persistent finger finally worked its way inside fully. I pulled it back, pumping it in again while I spoke to her. "Tell me again how much you don't want my dick in your ass, Carina. Because you're opening up for me like such a good girl. If only you were always this compliant." I chuckled, adding a second finger to the mix and pushing it in beside the first. She groaned a long and low sound of discomfort, but as I straightened back up, her pussy still glistened. Begging for my attention.

  Working open my pants with my free hand and pulling my cock free, I gave her pussy what it wanted with a brutal shove. She clenched around me, tossing her head back as much as she could manage in the position. With her pussy full of my cock and her ass full of my fingers, she whimpered so sweetly. My fingers and dick worked her in an alternating rhythm, driving her higher and higher until I felt her body quake. Until the orgasm hovered just out of reach.

  Then I pulled free and left her bereft, replacing my fingers with my cock and pressing against the tight hole that I had yet to claim. Determined to make it mine, I pushed past the tight ring of muscle. "Lorenzo," she moaned, giving me everything as she relaxed to let me work myself inside. Pumping slowly in shallow thrusts and giving her time to adjust, a groan rumbled from my chest as my hips hit her thighs and ass cheeks. She hissed, the burn of both points of contact undoubtedly painful.

  "Are you going to do it again?" I asked her, drawing out and pushing back in. Testing the waters to see what she could handle. She didn't answer my question, but she moaned in pleasure instead of pain. Gathering her wetness from her pussy with my clean hand, I slid it up to where I took her and lubricated her again to keep my possession of her body pleasurable. Reaching down to grab her and pull her up, I buried a hand in her hair and used it to stabilize her as I thrust in and out of her ass. "Answer me, Carina."

  "Fuck you," she gasped.

  I chuckled against her shoulder, biting down into the muscular flesh there hard enough to bruise. After her flight, the irrational need to claim her and mark her as mine was a tangible roar in my blood. Something primal and undeniable as my heart worked to spread it through my body.

  I thrust up more sharply, earning a gasp of surprise as my balls slapped against her swollen and desperate pussy. "Do you want to come?" If she didn't say yes, I'd risk exploding before I was ready. Her ass gripped my dick like a vice, a perfect fit as she stretched to accommodate me.

  "Yes!"

  "Then you better promise me you'll never do it again, Sadie. I mean it. I won't let you endanger yourself. I'll lock you in my house and throw away the key if I fucking have to," I warned, shoving deep and letting her feel me strike the end of her. To leave her full of me while she considered her next words carefully.

  "Fine! I just wanted to think for a little while. You dick bag!" she yelled.

  "Thank fuck," I grunted, reaching a hand beneath her to stroke her clit until she shattered around me. Two more pumps and I exploded inside her, filling her ass with cum as she gasped.

  As soon as I released her hands from the belt and carefully pulled free, she darted off to the bathroom at the side of my office in a hurry, leaving me chuckling in her wake as I followed her to clean up.

  Pausing just in front of the bathroom door, I turned to look at the space behind my desk with a grimace. Sure enough, Rebel lay there with her eyes rolled up to look at me. Her furry brow pinched in condemnation. It was probably safe to guess the dog thought I was a pervert.

  “At least I don’t lick my own ass,” I said, raising an eyebrow at her. She barked once to let me know just what she thought about me violating her human.

  “What the fuck did you just say?” Sadie yelled through the open bathroom door. Barking out a sharp laugh and shaking my head, I went into the bathroom and found her incredulous face gaping at me.

  Sadie slept like the dead on a normal night. But she slept particularly hard after she’d guzzled wine with dinner to take the edge off the sting to her ass from her spanking at Indulgence earlier in the day. She’d glared at me throughout dinner, ignoring the fact that I’d drawn her a bath to soothe the sensitive skin.

  The wine was convenient, her soft snores filling the room as I crept into her bedroom and grabbed her cellphone off the nightstand where she had it charging. Rebel glared at me accusingly as I snuck back out of the room, bringing her phone to my office. Removing the black and blush case she kept it in, I opened up the back of the phone itself. Slipping the tiny device into one of the only gaps in the components, I used a tiny screwdriver to close it back up again.

  Grabbing my own phone, I brought up the app that would connect to her tracker, breathing a sigh of relief when it pinged the location immediately.

  Guilt consumed me as I snuck back into her room and replaced her phone, but given her determination to sneak away, I’d do whatever I had to do to keep her safe.

  Even if it meant protecting her from herself.

  17

  Sadie

  My fists crashed into the bag in a rapid succession, all notions of counting and rhythm gone from my head. Music pulsed in my headphones as Beth said goodbye to the last of our members for the day. Enzo lurked against the wall, his gaze knowing as he watched me work myself to exhaustion.

  All damn day, my ass hurt anytime I tried to sit down. All damn day, I suffered the physical memory of his possession.

  The reminder of his claim on every part of my body.

  I hated him for doing it. I hated myself for liking it and wanting to do it all over again.

  My arms ached with my exhaustion, the muscles protesting with every punch as I threw it with the force of my entire body behind it.

  People usually said goodbye to me as they left, but the buds plugged into my ears so I could avoid the world communicated one thing very clearly.

  Stay. The fuck. Away.

  Even Mike hadn't dared to bother me once I started working out, pushing myself past the limits I normally kept to. I'd seen too many athletes overwork themselves and get injured over the years, and had watched them be devastated by the turn of events that changed their future just because of the simple decision to take on too much.

  The body could only take so much abuse before it snapped, and I risked pushing mine past the limit.

  The only people who had dared to bother me through the day had been the ones who called me on the phone and had no clue about the storm waging just below the surface. I needed to punch someone, but since that wasn’t an option, I settled for the bag. Enzo’s real estate agent had been kind on the phone, to the point much in a way that reminded me of Ash at Indulgence. Like Enzo had put a flashing neon sign over my head that David could see from other parts of Chicago. His outrage on my behalf, when I explained that—despite the connection to the Bellandis—when all was said and done I was his client, had solidified the fact that I liked him.

  I hated it.

  From the corner of my eye, I watched a man sneak inside as Beth moved to lock the doors. She shook her head at him frantically, and I didn't need to hear her to know what she said. Not today.

  She was right. I was in no fucking mood for his shit this day of all days.

  As I glared over at Patrick, since he seemed to think of accosting me when I was due to be coming or going from the gym alone, Enzo's eyes narrowed on the way my ex looked at me. I knew his too intelligent hazel eyes missed nothing, tracking the eye contact as his fists clenched at his sides.

  Tearing the earbuds out as Patrick moved around Beth like the idiot he was, my chest heaved with lack of breath from my workout. Sweat dripped down the sides of my face and my spine as I tucked the cords into my bra strap and bounced on my feet once more and jabbed the bag.

  "You look like you've been at it for a while. Why don't we go get you some food?" Patrick asked, standing too close for comfort as I worked. Enzo had already shoved off the wall, moving
towards us like stealth on legs. Patrick was too wrapped up in watching my abs clench with every punch to notice the menace coming for him.

  Rebel perked her head up from the spot she’d claimed by the window, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she gave Patrick a second warning he was too stupid to catch. "Fairly certain I'd starve before I shared food with you. I'm pretty sure I know where your mouth has been," I said with a brutally bitchy smile. The memory of exactly where Enzo's mouth had been the day before flooded me, bringing a flush to my cheeks. There wasn't much that embarrassed me when it came to sex, but I thought that was probably one of those things where the dirty wrongness of it just called for blushing.

  "Come on, Sade," Patrick murmured. "I fucked up, okay?" he asked, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I won't make the same mistake again. Besides, it's not like you haven't been with anyone since me. So that should make us even."

  I stopped, finally turning my attention to him fully. It made me wish that I could say I hadn't been with anyone since him to throw that in his face, but the denial would have been a lie. All thanks to the asshole who’d invaded my life and my body. "Unlike you, I waited until after we broke up to sleep with someone else."

  "So you are sleeping with someone?" Patrick asked, his jaw tightening like he had a leg to stand on.

  "That's really not any of your business, but yes. I've found a new dick to play with." I smirked, hoping against rational thought it would be enough to make him leave me alone. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go home and shower. There's the door. Just in case you forgot how to get there without falling into somebody's pussy."

  "Sade..." he started, his voice trailing off as Enzo stepped up beside me. Patrick wasn't small. I had a bit of a size fetish, liking my men big and bulky despite being tiny myself. But even though Enzo was only a couple inches taller, something about his presence was just larger than life.

  It would take a special guy to make him seem small, and I wasn't sure such a man existed. Patrick eyed him as Enzo wrapped his arm around me, his palm pressing into my sweat slicked hip with his brand of ownership. Under any other circumstances, I might have protested the public claim the position tried to put on me.

  But I was fucking tired, and all I wanted was for Patrick to go away so I could go back to Enzo's and take another hot bath to soothe my sore muscles and ass.

  I sighed, relenting and snuggling deeper into Enzo's side. Even pissed at him, I couldn't feel anything but appreciative of the fact that he might help me get rid of the nuisance that I truly had zero intention of taking back. I may have liked things in increments of five, but that didn't apply to second chances.

  There was no forgiveness when it came to games of the heart. Not for me.

  "Patrick, this is Enzo. Enzo, Patrick. My ex," I explained.

  "Can we have a minute?" Patrick asked, stupidly not seeing the frayed edges of restraint written on Enzo's body. The knowledge that he didn't like to fight did nothing to reassure me, not with the way his muscles tensed against my skin with his forearm pressed into my back diagonally.

  "No," Enzo answered. He rested his chin on the top of my head, touching his mouth to my hair briefly. "Sadie and I have no secrets. I assure you, even if I left, she'd tell me whatever I wanted to know the second you took the hint and got lost."

  I resisted the urge to snort a laugh, sniffling to disguise the sound. "He likes to torment me with pleasure," I said, leaning toward Patrick and dropping my voice to a whisper. "The orgasms he gives? I'd sell state secrets for those," I laughed, enjoying the way Enzo's laughter made his chest shake against my side. "I think it's obvious that you and I are done. So I'll ask again, please leave so I can go back to Enzo's and take a bath in his deep soak tub that is calling my name."

  "You sleep at his place? With him?" Patrick asked, his brow furrowing with pain. I winced, because that had unintentionally been a low blow. To be fair, Patrick was your typical bachelor. Cleanliness was not his strong suit, and I knew I'd never sleep if I had to do it in his apartment without cleaning first. That didn't explain why I'd never let him spend the night with me, aside from the fact that men drooled and farted in their sleep.

  I didn't bother to correct the assumption that Enzo and I slept together. There was no way to explain that we slept in separate bedrooms every night, even though we'd had sex twice. It wouldn't have normally fazed me, and it hadn't until that very moment. Seeing Patrick wish I'd have slept with him while Enzo was content to have his own space in the night... I hated it.

  "We're inseparable. I think it's time for you to leave. You no longer exist for Sadie, and it's time that went both ways." Enzo said, shifting his body in front of mine. The move was subtle, only half a step in Patrick’s direction meant to clarify that it wouldn’t be me who forced him out, but even Patrick didn’t miss it. He nodded thoughtfully, giving me one last rueful look before he turned on his heel and made for the door without another word. Apparently, my sleeping habits were the killing blow to a relationship I no longer wanted.

  So why did it feel so lonely knowing Enzo didn't want to sleep with me?

  Why did I care at all?

  Enzo was on the phone the moment we pulled into the garage, berating someone on the other line. “I want to know why we had no warning! You’re supposed to have eyes on this guy, so why did he stroll into Sadie’s gym without a call from you?”

  My phone buzzed in my tote I carried to the gym, and I dug around to find it as Rebel went to curl up on her bed. She didn’t like it when Enzo or I yelled, but she never made a move toward anything resembling violence. She’d growled at Patrick, sensing how unwelcome he was and trying to save me from the stress of it.

  “Hello?” I asked, finally finding my phone and putting it to my ear.

  “Sadie, this is the vet. Ashleigh?” she said, her tone friendly. I paused for a moment, moving to sit with Rebel in the corner and needing to feel her weight against my side for comfort.

  “Hi,” I said.

  “Rebel’s bloodwork came back clean. I’ve tracked down her owner’s son. Sadly, her previous owner passed in a car accident a few months ago. Rebel was in the vehicle with her and didn’t want to be separated from the woman. Emergency personnel scared her off, and the family never saw her again.”

  “That’s terrible,” I said, staring down at my dog who’d survived so much.

  “I explained to them that Sophie is now Rebel, and that she’s landed in a good home with a woman who loves her very much. They are supportive of Rebel remaining with you and just happy to know she landed some place safe.”

  “Oh thank God,” I said, tucking my face into my knees. “Thank you.”

  “Enjoy that sweet girl, Sadie. I’d like to see her in a few weeks to weigh her and see if we need to adjust her diet.”

  “Thanks again,” I said, ending the call and turning my attention to where Enzo watched us. “Rebel’s owner died months ago. She’s mine, free and clear.” Shame filled me, fueled by my knowledge that Rebel’s owner died and all I could think of was how happy it made me to know she was mine.

  Enzo moved to fill her food bowl as she pranced along through the house to go eat, seeming happy to be back in her own space where she felt most comfortable. Like she didn’t sleep in a soft bed no matter where she went.

  For a stray dog, she'd adapted to being spoiled remarkably well. “I told you it would be fine,” he said, patting her head as I turned for the stairs. The bath called my name, needing the warm water before my muscles hurt so much I wanted to cry. Enzo headed me off, jerking his head toward the back of the house. "Let's go in the pool."

  "It's like thirty degrees out, Enzo," I laughed. "I don't know about you, but I don't feel like freezing my tits off."

  "Heated pools are a thing, you know," he teased, reaching behind him to grab his shirt between his shoulder blades. He pulled it over his head, dropping it into a pile on the floor as his hands went to his belt. The sight of him working the clasp and his olive skin
against the black leather only reminded me of what he'd done to me the day before, and my chest flushed with heat. It was almost enough to distract me from the shirt lying on the floor and the desire to pick it up and fold it.

  Or put it in a hamper.

  "It's killing you, isn't it?" he asked, bending down to pick it up and fold it with an indulgent smile. He set it on one of the stools at the kitchen island. There'd never been a day in my life where my obsessions weren't an annoyance to the few people who knew about them. There was a reason I'd started hiding them. The thought that maybe, just maybe, Enzo could handle them passed through my head. But the thought was fleeting, reality pounding at the door immediately after.

  It was cute now, but even if his house was oddly clean, no man wanted to deal with a woman who needed everything just so. Convincing myself that Enzo would be different was just wishful thinking, and frankly giving him too much credit.

  My mouth was probably next on his list of orifices to fuck, and he'd kiss ass long enough for that to happen.

  Shrugging his jeans down his legs, he observed me as he went through the awkward motion of taking off his boots and pants without sitting down. With only dark grey boxer briefs to cover the anaconda swinging between his legs, he folded his pants and stretched out his hands and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I let him strip it off me without a fight. Even if he hadn't already seen everything I offered, I wouldn't have fought something as ridiculous as my nudity.

  I knew some women hated their body, even if they were beautiful exactly the way they were. I was the opposite. Comfortable in my skin. It was what was inside my head that made me question my self-worth. It was only one of the reasons I took my fitness so seriously. My mind was beyond my control, but my body wasn’t.

  His fingers worked open the button of my jeans, sliding down the zipper and tugging them over my hips. I hadn't felt like putting a fresh bra on after my shower at the gym, so cool air pebbled my nipples as he knelt at my feet and worked to take off my boots and jeans. Enzo licked his lips briefly as he stared up at me in nothing but a pair of hot pink panties, but when I suspected he would lunge the way he tended to do, he only stood and took my hand in his.