by Soraya Naomi
“Beneath that hard exterior is just a boy who adores his mommy,” I tease, tipping my chin and fluttering my lashes.
He strides toward me in a few measured steps and lifts me off the ground with his hands supporting my ass. I shriek as I twine my arms and legs around him.
“Boy? I’ll show you how much of a boy,” he sneers the word, “I am.”
“Please do.” I bury my face against his throat while he carries me up the floating stairs, their height and lack of banister equally exhilarating as it is frightening.
At the top step is an entire upper floor of at least three hundred square feet. It’s a rectangular space with small windows and glass walls that separate the bathroom. A low king-size bed is in the center.
Adriano puts me down, and at the back of the space, I see the brown marble tiles of the shower. My heels click off the mahogany hardwood floors as I shift closer to touch the white bed sheets that feel like velvet. His bedroom is gigantic and absolutely not what I expected.
“Your loft is beautiful.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” He saunters closer with playful intent written all over his face.
“It’s definitely a shag pad.”
“Then I should get shagged.” He suddenly bends, placing his hands behind my knees, and pulls forward, causing me to shriek and bounce on the mattress when I topple back.
His chests covers mine, and I laugh when his beard tickles my skin as his mouth trails down my cheek and throat, and then he stands against the side of the mattress and yanks off my skirt and panties in one fluid motion.
His hands roam up my legs, spreading me wide. “Cam, your skin feels like satin. You’re so incredibly beautiful. Built just for me,” he growls, and one finger flicks my core, making my thighs quiver.
Then he crooks his finger, ordering me to sit up, and wrenches off my top and easily unfastens my bra with a snap of his fingers.
Kneeling up on the bed, I start unbuttoning his dress shirt and slide it off his thick biceps. I press my lips against his toned chest while looking up through my eyelashes, seeing pure, unadulterated lust behind his. I scrape my fingernails over the hard lines and muscles and down his abdomen, which flexes under my caress, and I unzip his pants.
Adriano kicks off his shoes, pants, and boxers, and I bite my lip, taking in his beguiling body that emits passion and authority. I let my hands wander down his sides and outline the complex pattern of the compass rose tattoo on his side and ribs with my nail. Then I kiss the small V of hair down to his hardening arousal as he threads his fingers through my hair.
He jerks my head back as I lick the tip, and suddenly, I’m flipped over on the bed, my back on the mattress and my head hanging off the side, looking at him upside-down.
His palms massage both my breasts roughly. “I’m going to do everything to you that I’ve deprived myself of for too long.” His voice drops to a whisper as his eyes are fixated on my body.
He takes his hard-on in hand and traces it over my lips. “Open.”
Digging my feet into the mattress, I grip his ass and open my mouth. Adriano kneels against the edge of the bed, hissing, while I wrap my lips around him. Slowly, his hips roll forward, and I bask in his familiar taste. Blood is rushing furiously to my head, and a carnal daze has me moaning around him. He’s controlling me in my completely exposed position.
“Fuck! Cam! I want to eat your pussy.” He hits the back of my throat, and I grip his ass when he bends forward and shoves my legs apart.
Adriano continues thrusting inside my mouth, and then his lips are on me between my legs, his tongue moving feverishly over my center. I try to focus on breathing through my nose while he devours me. Sucking hard, I whimper from the absolute pleasure that’s rocking my body.
My fingertips dig into Adriano’s hips as he fucks me with his hard-on and tongue. His firm muscles are sleek with a layer of sweat.
I’m about to come and squirm beneath him when the loss of his tongue has me groaning around his shaft. He pulls out of my mouth and with my head still hanging off the edge of the bed, he kisses me upside-down while fisting my hair. Our mingled tastes arouse me more.
“You have the sweetest little pussy. I missed eating you, Cam.” His tone is low. “Do you want to be fucked?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and he tugs me up into a kneeling position on the edge of the mattress, facing away from him.
“I’ve waited too long to feel you with my cock.” His breath is scorching against my earlobe, and my arms wind back around his neck.
“I want to feel you,” I murmur.
“How badly?” His arousal slides along my wetness and the tip pushes inside.
“Come on...” I try to move my hips.
I feel his lips crooking up against my shoulder, and I widen my knees when Adriano’s large hands coax the inside of my thighs apart. He lifts me ever so slightly off the bed and glides inside in one powerful thrust.
My head falls back against his chest and every push lifts me off the mattress. “Take all of me, Cam.”
I arch my back so he’s filling me entirely, owning my thrill, directing the sensations that rush through me. Adriano’s hands touch me everywhere, and I meet his thrusts. Palms move up my sides, grasp my breasts, and lock around my throat as he plunges into me from behind. Wild and brutal before I’m pushed downward.
“On your hands and knees,” he orders and doesn’t slow his pace.
“Adriano...” His name leaves my lips continuously in moans.
He slams me back into the cradle of his hips, slapping our skin together. Fingers dig down my spine, and he molds my ass while grunting and moving so deep inside with one foot on the edge of the bed.
I almost burst instantly from the kick of his fierce fucking. And when he hauls me up against his chest, rolling my nipples between his fingers, I feel the pressure building and am unable to hold back. It smolders as Adriano thrusts harder, rounding his hips as I scream his name in satisfaction. My thighs quiver, and I fall forward with my palms on the sheets. I’m still trembling as his hands fondle my sides and ass.
“You’re so fucking wet, Cam,” Adriano groans, shoving my body flat on the bed without pulling out.
Rolling his hips, he bites my neck. The sheets wrinkle when I clutch them in both fists, and Adriano pulls my earlobe between his teeth as he pistons into me. Then he slows, and his finger trails down, between my ass cheeks. Yet I clench my butt in response, and he smacks me hard, holding still inside me.
“Hmm...” A whimper of titillating hurt.
“Open, Cam.”
And I comply instantly. His finger doesn’t enter; he only adds pressure and rolls his hips again, making the familiar tingles burn inside. Adriano changes his angle, and another unexpected climax surges through me. Moaning, I shout his name when I come again.
He covers my fisted hands with his. “Fuck, you feel too good. Addictive.” His teeth scrape the shell of my ear, and I can feel his body stiffening against my back as he powers inside one more time, and then he stills, resting his forehead against my hair.
We lie across the bed in that position for several minutes, trying to calm our breaths.
Adriano’s voice is muffled in my hair when he utters, “Incredible.”
Both sensationally exhausted, we doze off with him spooning me.
CHAPTER 28
Adriano
I’m skimming my fingers over the contour of Cam’s hip while I’m moving my morning wood against her ass. Relieved at last. After months – no years – of denial, she sucked me in with just a few words. Dread overcame me when she mentioned that I had to let her go, and I vouched that I’d never do that. No one will dictate my life. And if I must, I’ll probably risk everything to be with Cam.
I realized from the beginning that if I slept with her again, there would be no turning back for me. I’ve faced many obstacles in my life. I’m a man who takes what he wants, and I’ve denied myself her pleasure for too long, trapped in my own body by
resisting the tie that’s between us.
I’m not meant to live as a saint. I’m a sinner at heart. Now, I’m prepared to fight. I’m primed to risk everything to make her mine – officially. She’s a strong woman, but I can bend her to my will. She has a stubborn streak that always attracted me. And she’s the only woman that keeps me coming back.
Even though her indiscretion will always sting my pride, I’m still arrogant enough to believe that she’ll be faithful if I commit to her. She deserves a commitment for staying loyal and not giving up on us. Without her determination to keep fighting for us, we’d still be apart and miserable. But to even have a chance to build a relationship, I’ll need to conjure a plan concerning James.
Nuzzling her vanilla scented hair, I tangle our legs. She’s probably still tired from the turn of events of the previous night. However, as dawn breaks, the reality of our lives will need to be discussed. I’m undecided whether Cam realizes that we have limited options. Choices are slim and will affect everything in our lives, but I’m ready to take the risk. Is she truly ready? Has she given thought to the consequences? She’ll always be safe as James’s daughter, but my life as a Capo will be over.
Cam stirs and squints as she rolls onto her back. “Morning.” Her voice is even huskier now, thick with sleep.
I press my lips to her temple. “Morning. Still tired?”
She nods with eyes closed, and I pull the sheet down to her hips, exposing the bare skin of her upper body. My thumbnail rakes down her cleavage, and a tremor flows through her.
“You need to wake so we can talk.”
“No!” She tugs the sheet up and curls away from me, hiding her face in the pillow.
I easily press her onto her back by her shoulder. “James will be here soon with Luca and Salvatore.”
That gets her attention. “I’m up. I’m up.” She smiles and rubs her hand lazily over my jaw.
Again, I slide the sheet down because I want to see her naked body displayed on my bed. And it fills me with pride and peace now that I’ve given in.
I stroke her belly button. “James is coming over to talk about our plan of action.”
“What do you think will happen?”
“I don’t know. James has been standoffish lately. I’m hoping that will stop now.”
She sucks her lip between her teeth and starts to trace my tattoo. “What about us?”
“Everything will change, Cam, if we want to be together.”
“I don’t understand why I just can’t tell James that I love you, and I want to be with you,” she says, looking at me.
Her confession doesn’t shock me. I knew she felt more for me. What I feel goes beyond lust. It’s a need to possess her. A deep-seated need to have her as mine. It’s love too. Without her, I’m hollow.
“I’m his daughter. I do understand the rules, and the importance of obeying them, but if it’s mutual, then why can’t we tell him together?”
I circle her nipple, making it hard. “That’s not how this works, sweetheart. Don’t forget that James is the Capo crimine for a good reason. He can be ruthless. You just haven’t seen that side of him. We are all cruel men.”
Does she get that?
“I want to be with you, Adriano, more than anything.”
“There will be consequences. I’ll need time—”
“No! Don’t pull away. I won’t accept that. I want you...with me.”
She tries to sit up, but I cup her chin and turn her face to me. “I want that too, Cam.”
A loaded sigh blows from her lips. “This is the first time you’ve actually admitted it.”
“I’m positive that I want you. And I’ll risk a lot to make that happen. But you must understand that our lives will change drastically. Your life will change again – just when you’ve found your father. A life within the Syndicate with me as Capo and you as mafia princess is not one of the options.”
“Then what are our options?” She wrenches her chin free.
I love how feisty she is. She’s spewing her frustration at me. I’ve tested her limits for too long. When I grip her breast, she gasps and squirms.
“We’ll have to keep it a secret for a while,” I say. “Until I decide how to disengage myself from the Syndicate. I also have Security Simplicity with Luca to consider. It won’t be easy, Cam. I’ll need to think about how to provide for my family, because my income will be stripped – that’s what James will do.”
“But why would he do that to you? And hurt me in the process?”
“Because I’ll be made an example of what happens when someone disobeys the code of honor. I’m going against hierarchy. That’s punishable by death.” Shock registers on her face, so I massage the swell of her breast.
“But... How will that work? We’ll have to sneak around? And then what? Meanwhile, you’ll do your job? How will we get out? I’m not even sure I want to.”
My movement stills. “You’re not sure you want to? What the hell, Cam? If I do this, then you better be with me all the way. You must choose me too.”
“Wait! You’re misunderstanding me. I just meant that I’ll lose the family I haven’t even gotten to know yet.”
These are the consequences she needs to ponder.
“So we run?” she asks.
“Eventually, yes, unless I can think of some other scenario. I’m going to discuss this with Luca because he’ll always be on our side. But until I tell him, you can’t confide in Fallon. She tells him everything – trust me. And he needs to hear it from me first.”
“I won’t tell Fallon.”
“Or anyone else,” I warn.
“No one will hear it from me.” She rolls onto her side toward me, and my palm moves down her luscious ass. “For now, it’s a secret, but I want to see you and be alone with you as often as possible.”
I smile as her admission fills me with satisfaction. “I believe that I’ve proven I can’t stay away from you.”
“Does that mean I get to stay with you?”
“It means you’re never leaving my bed!” I growl and press her onto her back with all my weight.
She laughs and holds me tight. “I’m so relieved you’re finally letting me in, Adriano.”
“Me too, Cam.” I place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “But I do have to get up now. Before the men arrive.”
Tightening her grip, she whispers, “Just let me hold you for a second.”
And I can’t refuse her sweet request. I kiss her throat and vow, “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
Her face glows with happiness, sending me into a better mood than I’ve been in for months.
“If anyone asks what we did last night, you say we stopped by my parents’ and then came to the loft and immediately went to sleep. You slept up here, and I slept on the couch. Our stories always need to align.”
“Okay.” She presses her lips to mine. “Go shower. I don’t have to get up too, do I?”
“No, lazy girl. I only woke you to get our stories straight. But do put on some clothes.” I wink and walk into the bathroom.
***
I button my grey dress shirt while Cam watches me through the glass panels.
By the time I’m dressed, she’s asleep on her stomach, a leg peeking out from under the sheet. Bending down, I bite the swell of her ass, and she groans.
After smoking my morning cig and drinking my coffee on the terrace of the master suite while taking in Cam’s sleeping form on my rumpled sheets, I snatch a pillow from the bed and go downstairs to toss it on my sofa with a blanket.
The receptionist notifies me my visitors are coming up, and I let them in.
“How’s Camilla?” James asks as Luca and Salvatore follow him to the bar.
“Cam’s still sleeping. She was quiet, but fine, last night.” I start the coffee machine.
“Good. She needs to learn not to let situations like this affect her mood if she wants to be involved with the Syndicate.” James sets his phone on the counter across
from me with Salvatore next to him.
Luca is as impatient as I am and begins, “Let’s discuss Fat Sal before Cam comes down.”
James responds, “He hasn’t been spotted in days. He’s hiding in the underground club, executing his plan. I haven’t figured out if he’s working alone, except for Aubrey, the woman who sold him the tracking device. I talked to the New York Syndicate, and Fat Sal has contacted them to supply his drugs, since we cut him off. And he offered them some kind of deal because he said we’re becoming a problem. They called me, and I revealed what he’s been up to.”
“What kind of deal? A new partnership? He’s trying to overpower us?” I ask James.
“It seems so. He’s desperate. He’s dependent on a steady stream of drug supply for his club; he wants to be the boss of the drug world in Chicago. I believe he sees that as a last resort to save his club.”
Luca asks before I do, “And how does Cam fit it?”
James answers, “I don’t think he was ever very interested in Cam when she escaped his establishment, until he discovered she started to work for the Syndicate two years ago. And he especially became interested when we started asking questions about her months ago. He knows she’s my daughter, although he doesn’t have proof. This also lines up with Cam’s story about Santino. Santino hasn’t been tortured for the entire two years since Cam escaped, because you two saw him fine and well a while ago. I also found out that Capo John didn’t deliver two batches of cocaine, because Fat Sal’s soldier didn’t have enough money. And Sal lost his clientele due to the lack of drugs. All the patrons of his club are addicts, and without drugs, no one comes to his club, which was already losing business. He started investigating all the organizations he’s working with so he could find out who’s most powerful. His underground club has gone from successful to almost empty within months. The dance club is doing well, but he needs to pay off many people in the city to keep his underground club a secret. And I believe he’s too obstinate to give it up. He gets a kick from having that depraved club. He’d rather try to become larger and take over Chicago’s underground drug business. And he knows we won’t retaliate because of his location and the risk of exposure. When we attack, it will be an enormous and meticulously planned operation. Apart from the physical aspect of having to invade the club without outside notice, we also need to figure out how to either dissolve the business or sell it to someone. I’m not taking it over.”