by Bethany-Kris
“I’ve always known you loved me, Ella.”
“I’ve not told you nearly enough.”
“You have the rest of your life to make up for it, sweet girl.”
She did.
Abriella had a feeling it would take a while for that fact to really sink in.
Suddenly, Tommas was pulling at her dress until it was flying up over her head and somewhere on the floor. The cool temperature of the house wrapped her skin in a soft touch, pebbling her flesh until Tommas’ hands soothed it away.
Abriella ignored the mess still on the floor from her earlier tantrum as Tommas dropped to his knees, pulling her underwear down with him. Her breath caught in her chest when his fingers grazed the soft lips of her sex with a ghost of a touch.
“You’re so hot under my fingers,” Tommas murmured, his voice a husky drawl.
A shiver worked its way down Abriella’s spine. “Am I?”
“Mmm, yes. Hot, smooth, and wet, baby.”
Abriella widened her legs enough for his hand to slip in between easily. Two of his fingers swept her folds from her entrance to her clit, firmer than his first touch. It was enough that his digits pressed a little into her sex, promising what was yet to come.
“Very wet,” Tommas noted, letting his now slippery fingers circle her clit teasingly.
She rocked into his hand, needing his touch. The more he worked her, the hotter she would get until she couldn’t take it anymore. Tommas’ fingers pinched her clit without warning, making Abriella moan loudly.
The sting of his pinch made her want to come.
“And needy,” Tommas said, chuckling.
“You did this to me, you know.”
“I like you like this, Ella. Wanting my dirty words, needing my cock pounding into your tight little pussy, and never knowing when you’ve had enough. I love you like this, baby. Love you when you’re on your back, your knees, or any way in between. Love it when you let me fuck you until your throat is raw from screaming, and you’re pussy is sore and soaked with us. It’s always been the hottest, the most fucking perfect thing I have ever seen.”
“Ever?” she asked.
“Ever,” he confirmed, dragging his digits through her folds again.
Slowly, Tommas eased his fingers into her clenching pussy, keeping his gaze up on her all the while. Abriella practically fell onto his hand, rolling her hips into his touch to get more. She needed him deeper, filling, stretching, and fucking her until this awful day was over and she didn’t have to go back.
“What do you want, hmm?” Tommas asked, leaning forward to kiss her bare thigh.
“I want you to make me scream until my throat is raw, fuck me all night, and put me to bed when I can’t hold my own weight up anymore.”
Tommas smirked a sexy sight. “That’s quite a list.”
“It’s a reasonable one. I don’t ask for more.”
“True.”
Abriella trembled as his fingers worked her pussy hard with deep, quick thrusts. Tommas would press into her wet, tight walls every so often, like he was reminding her that he knew the exact spot to make her come in seconds if he wanted to. She could hear the sound of her wet pussy sucking in his fingers, and she could smell the tartly sweet aroma of her own arousal wafting upwards.
Staring down at her lover, watching him so enraptured with her pleasure he was creating, Abriella realized something. She didn’t have to hide him anymore. They didn’t have to play pretend on safe weekends, run between apartments for an hour of time together, or act like they weren’t totally and completely in love with one another.
It released every bit of worry and pain in her heart.
All of it was gone.
“Come on, Ella,” Tommas urged, his teeth scraping her thigh as he spoke. “Your pussy is so tight, baby, fucking me damn good. I want your come on my fingers before I drag you down to this floor and fuck you just the way you like.”
“Like your dirty little slut.”
Her words came out as a breathless, shaking whisper.
His fingers worked her harder, scissoring on the withdrawal and curling on the thrust. He was going to make her come fast and rough, like his touch.
Tommas’ grin deepened into something wicked. “But I love you that way, Ella. Nobody else gets to see you like that, or have you begging for their cock to fuck you until you see stars while their fingers are knuckle deep in your ass. Nobody but me gets to leave bite marks on your body. Just me, sweet girl. You’ve only ever been mine.”
He was so right, it was scary.
It was wonderful, too.
“There, Tommy,” Abriella mumbled. “I’m right there …”
Tommas’ fingers dug into her inner thigh. “This is mine, Ella, so fucking give it to me or I’ll take it from you.”
She came with a loud whine, her body uncoiling with release as pleasure licked up her spine, stabbed in her womb, and sparks flew behind her lids. She nearly sobbed her way through the orgasm, it felt that fucking good. She had needed it so bad that once it was raging through her bloodstream, she couldn’t feel anything else.
She barely even felt Tommas’ fingers leave her sex.
The sound of shuffling fabric resounded in the background of her dazed thoughts, while her vision was hazy from unshed tears.
Then, Abriella was being pulled away from the wall and pushed on the floor without a word. Broken items and clothes were pushed aside as Tommas rolled Abriella to her back. His nakedness covered her form heavily, taking away her breath again.
His hands held her face while his mouth descended on hers. His second kiss wasn’t like the first—it was softer, sweeter, and he took his time loving her mouth with his own. The coolness of the floor soothed the war heating up her body.
The darkened blue of Tommas’ gaze pinned her on the floor as he pushed up and hovered over her.
“Thank you for choosing me,” Tommas murmured.
Abriella blinked, letting the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes fall from her lids. “All I had to do was find a way.”
“I know, baby.”
“I still don’t want to feel right now,” she admitted.
“You don’t have to.”
“Make it stay away, Tommy.”
His fingers traced her lips. “Only for a short while.”
“It’s enough.”
He hooked her legs around his waist, and positioned the head of his cock at her slit. Abriella tilted her hips up, feeling the tip of his member fill her entrance with just enough of him to make her crave more. Her body reacted to anything he gave, whenever he gave it to her. With a press of her heels to his back, his hips flexed forward and his cock buried deep into her soaked, tender sex.
Tommas’ hands grabbed her inner thighs and pushed her legs wide until her muscles burned. She shook under the weight and pain, still wanting more.
“Ask me for it,” Tommas whispered.
Abriella arched off the floor, a delicious coil tightening in her stomach. “Fuck me good.”
“And hard.”
“So deep, Tommy. I want to feel it in my fucking bones. Please.”
Abriella didn’t get a warning before her lover started a pace that drove her body into the floor with every thrust. Tommas’ hand found her throat, and grabbed tight enough to make her eyes fly open to find him watching her from up above. She loved his hands on her neck, holding her still and keeping her stare on only him while he fucked her.
Tommas didn’t show her mercy when he took her like this. It was brutal between them with her fingernails cutting into his wrist, her teeth biting into her lip, and his hands holding her down while he fucked her like she was a damned animal for his taking.
A mate.
The one perfect, forever person in the world meant just for her.
Nobody had to understand them.
She only wanted him.
Swallowing her emotions, and taking in the sensations of being filled, stretched, and fucked to yet another comp
letion, Abriella gasped for air. She took in the smell of her lover, the feeling of the cold floor bruising her back, and the orgasm building.
Tommas’ muscles jumped under her touch, and his eyes blazed with lust and love.
“Don’t you want this again?” Ella asked, taunting him. “Don’t you want to make me come again?”
He laughed darkly.
“It’s all mine anyway, girl.”
“Then make me give it to you, Tommy.”
Abriella felt him pull from her body a second before she was flipped over to her knees. There was glass shards on the floor and a mess all around them. Her palms slipped and scraped. Pain walked with bliss. Like Tommas always had done with her, he didn’t treat her like a china doll. Tommas’ hands pressed to her shoulders and forced her upper body on the floor while her ass was high. She couldn’t move.
She loved it.
All she needed was his cock driving into her again and she would fly. Before he started pounding into her again, she felt the tips of his fingers, the ones he’d used to fuck her with, press into the tight hole of her ass. Abriella sucked in a sharp whine as his fingers sunk into her ass, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and making her burn all over.
Then, he started fucking her. Filling her pussy and her ass at the same time. Stretching her open and using her for what he wanted, for what his body needed. Abriella knew by the end of it, she would have what she needed, too.
“Your ass is fucking beautiful, Ella, but it needs to be a little redder.”
Abriella’s moan melted into a shuddering cry when his palm slapped down across her ass hard. It was followed by another harder, faster swat. Her skin burned with a sweet sting.
It was pain.
It was dirty.
It was fucking bliss.
“Take it from me, Tommy,” Abriella begged.
His fist curled into her hair, pulling hard. His cock pounded into her harder, making her knees scrape against the floor. There were security cameras on them. They were in full view of the mansion’s large front bay windows.
She didn’t give a single fuck.
How could she?
Tommas’ whispers of come on my cock, girl and make me fucking come, Ella as he fucked her like that’s all she was good for and it’s all she needed were the only things she could hear and think about. It was the only thing she cared about.
Pleasure raged. It stabbed through her body until she couldn’t breathe, her throat was raw from crying out and calling his name. Her orgasm went on and on, like it wasn’t going to fucking end.
Then, he was pulling on her hair harder.
“Ask me for it,” Tommas demanded.
Abriella sucked in a breath. “Please.”
“Ask me.”
“Give it to me, please.”
She knew it was coming. His loss of control. The shake in his hand tangled in her hair and the groan in his throat.
“Make me fucking come,” Tommas growled out.
“Please give it to me, Tommy.”
A few more strokes was all he needed. She could tell by the tension in his muscles and the way he grunted his words. His groan was thick, drawn out, and rumbling straight from his chest.
“Jesus, Ella … baby … Christ.”
Then he was pulling out, and his come painted her back in warm, thick streams.
Her pain was gone instantly. Her thoughts were lost.
All she felt was him on her body.
He’d used her dirty, on a floor of broken memories.
And that was exactly what she needed.
“Get dressed,” Tommas said.
Abriella glanced up from the mug of coffee she was hugging to her chest. In a too-large sweater and leggings, she was huddled in the corner of the couch, watching reruns and ignoring phone calls.
She’d done her thing, talked to police, kept a low profile, and everything else that was asked of her. She planned two funerals, made face to bury her father and brother a week after they had died, and didn’t say a bad word about either.
Abriella just wanted to hide away for a little bit longer.
Tommas was at her side every step of the way.
“What?” Abriella asked.
Tommas lifted his wrist and checked his watch. “It’s seven. You need to get dressed.”
It was only then that Abriella noticed her lover was dressed in a suit that hugged his fit frame perfectly and made him look all the more sexy. He looked fit for the position he had taken over in the Outfit as the boss of the operation. Tommas had always looked the part, but the years of learned confidence and his current happiness radiated off him and made it all the more apparent.
How was this man hers?
It was something entirely different to wake up to this man day after day. It didn’t feel new, if that made sense. It simply seemed like Tommas had filled the hole in Abriella’s life that she always knew was missing.
Surreal, yes, but lovely.
“For what?” Abriella asked.
“It’s Sunday.”
“So?”
“Church,” Tommas clarified.
Abriella opened her mouth to argue, but his raised hand stopped her before she could get a word in edgewise.
“Before you start,” Tommas said, “you should consider something.”
“Like what?”
“Like the fact I have to do certain things because of who I am now, Ella. I have to go to church, talk to my men, see their families, and go to dinner when I am invited. I have let you hide away for two weeks and do whatever it was that you needed to feel better, and get back to yourself. You’re my girl, and I really need you to start realizing that and show everyone else that you know who and what you are to me.”
Abriella’s brow furrowed. “But … it’s just church.”
“It’s more than church. It’s us being together outside of a home. It’s not hiding because of a few older generation of people are whispering about what’s been going on between us for years. It’s a sign of solidarity and happiness, Ella.”
“You make it sound like we’re married or something.”
Tommas quieted instantly.
Oh.
Shit.
The boss needs a wife.
She should have known that was what Tommas was dancing around. It was a long standing tradition in Italian based mafia families that the men who ran the organization be married. It was believed that a woman settled a man in a way that a single man couldn’t be. It looked good for the public, and la famiglia as well.
Wildness was frowned upon in a boss. Standards was praised in one.
Tommas had earned his spot, he was both feared and respected, but he still had things to make it final. Things like marrying an appropriate wife.
Abriella cleared her throat, and stood from the couch. “We’re not married, Tommy. Taking me out and showing me off as your significant other is only going to make people talk. And not necessarily in a good way after all that’s happened.”
“Actually, I look at it like this is a way for me to show off the woman I intend to be my wife.”
Maybe it was the fact that Abriella had always felt like her relationship with Tommas would be a stain on both their names, and that was why she hadn’t ever thought so far ahead. She had never assumed that the role of being his wife would be hers even though she had wanted it for years.
“There’s never been anyone but you, Ella,” Tommas said as if he could read her mind.
“I don’t want people to talk about you or me.”
“Let them. It’s not their choice.”
Abriella laughed. “Oh?”
“No. I’m the damned boss, Ella. It’s all about me now.”
Her smile bloomed instantly. “And me, apparently.”
Tommas shrugged. “You don’t really need me to say that, do you? You already know—”
“Everything you do is for me. I do know, Tommy.”
“Then get dressed. Pastels, I think. It’s churc
h, but you don’t have to look like you’re at a fucking funeral again. I love you in light colors. It reminds me of spring, beauty, and young life.”
“Does it?”
Tommas smiled. “It reminds me of you.”
Her heart swelled.
Yeah, this man was totally hers.
Abriella glanced at the clock. “We might be a little late.”
“Good. I love making an entrance.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The sermon dedicated to forgiveness of past transgressions, and moving on to a beautiful tomorrow felt incredibly fitting for a portion of the people gathered in the pews. At Tommas’ side, Abriella sat quiet with her eyes drawn down to the sympathy card in her hand. Another three rested on her lap.
He smiled as she flipped the card open and read the scrawled words inside.
We’re so sorry for your loss.
Love,
Theo & Eve
It was a simple card, but Tommas knew it was significant to his lover. Someone had thought about her, several people, actually. The other cards came from Alessa and Adriano, and Lily and Damian. His girl had been so distant for the last couple of weeks.
Tommas grabbed her hand in his and pulled it into his side where he could hold a piece of her close. His affection and love for Abriella wasn’t a secret, but it was Tommas’ choice of how much of his adoration that others would get to see.
In a way, he wanted to shout his possession and jealousy to the world and make sure every man knew that Abriella was his and stayed away. But on the other hand, he knew that he didn’t really have to do any of that at all.
She was already his.
People knew it.
Let them assume what they wanted.
Tommas didn’t care.
“I love you, bella mia,” Tommas murmured in Abriella’s ear.
Her smile was a sweet, honest sight.
“I know you do.”
“Don’t forget it.”
“I won’t, but you might. You’re thirty, Tommy. Your age might start catching up to you.”
Faking a half-growl, Tommas lifted Abriella’s hand and brought it to his mouth in what looked like a kiss. Gently, he nipped her skin with his teeth, warning her silently.