Forbidden Temptations (Tempted Series Book 2)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “It’s just me,” he repeated. “I’m going to make it good for you, Reese’s.”

  “I’m nervous,” I blurted out.

  “Then I’ll stop.”

  “No I don’t want you to,” I took a deep breath. “Just …”I bit my lip, “tell me if I’m doing it wrong, okay?” I whispered.

  He smiled softly before leaning into me and covering my mouth with his. He kissed me as if I was the only girl in the world, like I was all that mattered in his life.

  “Stop thinking and start feeling,” he murmured, against my lips.

  *****

  I shook my head, pulling myself out of the past and thinking how, I listened to him after that. I shut off my mind and concentrated on the sensations running thorough my body. I felt everything he did that night, the way he touched me, kissed me, sucked me, every single thing he did I felt. I felt him tear through my flesh with his cock, that initial pain turning into the purest form of euphoria I had ever known. I felt my nerves fray and my entire being come undone as I came for very first time.

  I wish I had never listened to Anthony. I wished I wouldn’t have turned my mind off and just felt because I never recovered from all the feelings he evoked in me that night. I never got over how loved and worshipped he made me feel or how comfortable he made me.

  I stared at him still sleeping peacefully beside me and despite any sense I had left in me I shut my mind off and decided to feel one last time and crawled on top of him. I leaned down to press my lips to his. I kissed him softly, mimicking the gentleness of our first time and how he took me to a place I had never known, taking me with such care.

  It didn’t take long for his lips to work against mine as I pulled him from his slumber. Slipping my tongue inside his mouth letting the sensations brought on by the kiss awaken our bodies. He moaned into my mouth as his hands wrapped around my body resting on the cheeks of my ass, pressing me into his cock that was stirring back to life.

  I slowly pulled away peppering kisses along his jaw until his hooded eyes met mine searching to figure out if he was dreaming or not.

  I sat up, comfortable in my nudity, and caressed his chest with my hands, rocking my aching pussy against him.

  “I want to feel you,” I whispered into the night, my voice sounding more like a plea than a demand.

  He gripped my hips and flipped me back onto the mattress his body covering mine as he dipped his head again to capture my lips with his own. His hands moved everywhere in a frenzy, making me think he was just as desperate as me, but as feverishly they moved, they gently caressed me too.

  His lips whispered across my body worshipping every inch of me. I forgot how gentle he could be with me, how tenderly he could touch me. There were plenty of nights when he was gone that I would picture him touching me. The delicate touches always drove me over the edge, even if it was my own hands mimicking his.

  “I never thought you’d touch me again,” I admitted honestly.

  He stopped kissing my navel to lift his head and look up at me. I ran my fingers through his hair as I held his gaze.

  “I used to touch myself and wish it was you,” I breathed, as my fingers curled around the ends of his hair.

  His hands stilled on my legs as he leaned back on his haunches and stared at me.

  “Show me,” he demanded. His voice barely audible but there was no mistaking his words weren’t a request.

  “No,” I shook my head, not wanting to show him. “I want the real thing,” I continued swallowing hard, forcing myself to bury the emotion that was threatening to surface. “I want you.”

  I studied him for a moment trying to gauge his reaction but his face was blank until his eyes softened and he slowly spread my legs, settling himself between them as he covered me with his body. His mouth trailed kisses down my neck before he touched his forehead to mine. I held him in my arms for a moment, relishing in the feel of him as I closed my eyes and fought back the tears that stung. Slowly, I raised my hips from the mattress brushing myself against his erection. He grabbed a hold of himself, guiding the head of his cock along the seam of my pussy, my nails raking his back with every stroke.

  I opened my eyes just as he thrust inside of me, stretching and filling me, leaving me no choice but to feel all of him.

  “No one will ever love you like I do,” he whispered, before taking my nipple into his mouth, moving in and out of me. Not only was Anthony saying goodbye but he was savoring me too, giving himself something to remember long after he banned me from his life.

  Hot tears burned my cheeks as I clung to him, matching each of his thrusts, my goodbye to him as well. I took what he gave me, trying my hardest to cement the feeling of him inside me to my memory.

  He reached between us and I felt his thumb circle my clit driving me to the edge of my orgasm. I struggled to keep it at bay not ready to give in to the throws of ecstasy just yet. I rotated my hips urging him to slam into me harder but he didn’t. His thrusts controlled, all the while making love to me.

  His lips met mine as I felt myself fall, everything in me surging to life as white flashed behind my eyes. I felt my pussy contract around his dick, holding him inside of me as my pussy throbbed through a mind-blowing orgasm. He pumped inside me, quicker, greedier before calling out my name and coming right along with me.

  I swallowed the lump lodged in my throat choking me as I felt the anxiety build inside of me once he pulled out of my body and wrapped his arms around me. I knew what I needed to do to save my heart from another crack. I had learned at a tender age that loving Anthony Bianci would be beautiful but I never counted on it being so goddamn painful too.

  I don’t know why it seemed as if from the beginning we were doomed to fail. How something so beautiful and passionate can become so ugly and tormenting, I will never understand. However, even knowing the pain falling in love with Anthony would cause me I wouldn’t take it back. Not then and not now.

  The sun was rising when I felt Anthony’s labored breath against my ear knowing he was deep asleep, I carefully slipped out of his arms and out of his bed. After collecting my clothes that were tossed around his house, I made my way to the bathroom and quickly dressed. I stared at myself in the mirror thinking back to that first time with Anthony. I looked at myself and wondered if I had looked any different since I had sex.

  *****

  I ran my fingers through my hair as I studied myself in the mirror. I don’t think I looked any different, maybe a bit flushed but I doubt someone could look at me and know I wasn’t a virgin anymore. The door opened behind me and Anthony stood perfectly still in the doorway, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

  I smiled brightly as I turned around to face him but my smile fell the moment my eyes locked with his.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head.

  Anthony looked away for a minute and then sighed.

  “Listen A, what happened …”

  “Was so amazing! It hurt but once I got used to it …” I bit my lip. “You’re sorry it happened,” I said, reading his face clearly.

  “I don’t want you to think it had anything to do with you. You were great,” he looked up at me. “You were perfect,” his voice cracked a little as he spoke.

  “So then what is it?” I asked tucking the strands of hair behind my ears as I felt my heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.

  “I can’t get involved with you. I shouldn’t … I had no right going there with you. If your father ever found out …”

  “You’re fucking kidding me right? This is about my father?”

  “This is about me working for your father,” he said solemnly.

  *****

  I stepped out of the bathroom softly closing the door behind me allowing myself to lean against it for just a moment and stare at Anthony as he slept.

  “No one will ever love you like I do,” I whispered his words back to him before walking out of the bedroom and pretending like last night never even happened
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  Chapter Fourteen: 2014

  The offensive banging on my front door woke me from the best night’s sleep I had in well, probably years. I groggily looked beside me for Adrianna to find my bed empty. I sat up quickly, saw the closed bathroom door, and let out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t put too much thought into the morning after but I was sure I wanted to talk to her. I wouldn’t dismiss her like I had before. I also wasn’t foolish enough to believe this was anything more than one night with the woman I love.

  The banging persisted forcing me to climb out of bed and reach for a pair of sweats in my drawer. The last thing I needed right now was someone intruding in my time with A. Especially when I had no idea where to even begin with this whole thing between us. I raked my fingers through my hair and padded into the living room. I pulled open the door, ready to clip whoever the fuck was ruining my morning and came face to face with Victor.

  Fucking man was a hemorrhoid I couldn’t get rid of.

  “What the fuck do you want Victor? Do you know what fucking time it is?” I said, agitated. My body tense and alert knowing that Adrianna was somewhere in my apartment, the last thing she fucking needed was daddy dearest getting involved in what had transpired between us.

  “Yeah well if you fucking answered your phone I wouldn’t have had to drag my ass all the way over here before the sun came up,” He said, pushing on my door and barging into my apartment.

  “Why don’t you come in?” I said, sarcastically slamming the door closed before turning around and leaning against it. I didn’t give two fucks what Victor’s opinion of me happened to be, but Adrianna was a different story. She wouldn’t want another altercation with her dad. Things were messy between us, there was a lot of shit to discuss, things to figure without adding Victor and his poison to the mix.

  “Jimmy’s parking the car,” he said, walking into the living room and glancing around.

  “Yeah, well tell him to wait in the car and make this shit quick.” I said glancing at the closed door to the bathroom and then back to Victor.

  He raised an eyebrow at me, taking a seat on my couch, sporting a pretty amused look on his tired face.

  “Ah, I see,” he said, leaning back against the cushions of the couch making himself right at home as his arms stretched across the back of the couch. “You’ve got company.”

  He glanced over his shoulder towards the bedroom. “Did I wake her?”

  “No, she’s long gone,” I lied, hoping my voice traveled loud enough for Adrianna to hear me and that she stay put. “Victor, just get to the fucking point of your visit and then get the fuck out, yeah?” I ground out, my patience wearing thin as I crossed my arms against my bare chest.

  He frowned before leaning forward, reaching for something on top of my coffee table. Whatever he took from the table captivated his attention, dropping it from one palm into the other before lifting his eyes and smiling mischievously at me.

  “She left behind a parting gift,” he said, holding a diamond hoop earring between his fingers.

  I stalked over to him and plucked the earring from his fingers, shoving it into the pocket of my sweats.

  “Get out.”

  “Where are your manners Anthony?” He asked tauntingly.

  “Bend over and I’ll show you where they are.”

  “Fine… I’ll lay off of you,” he said, chuckling for a moment before his face grew serious. “It’s good to see you getting back in the saddle, son,” he leaned forward placing his hands on his knees as he looked up at me with an expression of sincerity. If I wasn’t used to Vic’s shit or didn’t know for a fact he was a bullshit artist I might’ve believed him. The truth was, he spewed this shit because of his ulterior motive. “I’m glad you’re moving on from Adrianna, I know it’s not easy but you could agree with me when I say you’re both better off.”

  “Let me clear something up for you Vic,” I respond, taking a seat on top of my coffee table so that I sat directly in front of him. “If I turned around tomorrow and decided I wanted your daughter back, there wouldn’t be a goddamn thing you could do about it. I stay away from her and the kid because that is my choice. I choose not to fuck with their lives because I’m associated with the likes of you. I know what I am. I live with the man reflected in my mirror and unlike you, I care about them enough not to load the shit I am onto their lives. Don’t for one second think you and your warnings have anything to do with my decision. If I want her, I’ll take her.”

  He stared at me for a moment. “I didn’t come here to discuss the torrid relationship you share with my daughter.”

  “Good, then you shouldn’t have a problem getting to the fucking point,” I said evenly.

  “We have a situation that needs to be handled immediately.”

  I swiped my hands roughly down my face hating that Adrianna was in the next room with her ear pressed up against the door. I didn’t discuss my business with A for a number of reasons. I didn’t want her to realize the animal I was or the shit that I’m capable of but mainly because she was already at risk by being Vic’s daughter. She was already deemed a weakness in the eyes of the enemy as the daughter of the mob boss. Add her being my girl, she’s a prime target for anyone who wanted to fuck with Vic or me. The less aware she is the better off she was, the safer she could be. If an opposing family wanted to bring us to our knees, she’d be the way to do it. I’d sing like a fucking canary if her life depended on it. That being said, discussing business with her in the next room didn’t sit well with me. I pushed the grim thoughts of someone capturing her, torturing her until she gave up what she knew out of my mind and set my eyes on Vic.

  “A body has surfaced,” he said slowly. “It’s bad, real bad.” He sighed.

  “I take care of my shit, Vic. So if you’re here to point fingers I’m telling you flat out it’s not one of mine,” I’m on point with my marks. The ground could settle, the earth may part and you wouldn’t find my shit.

  “I know,” he said. “It’s one of Jimmy’s.” He lifted his eyes to mine. “It’s the hitman that murdered Val.”

  “Fuck,” I growled. After Val died, Vic lost his mind, to say he became crazy with guilt would be an understatement. The entire organization devoted itself to avenge Val’s death and Vic wouldn’t stop until every man that played a part in his underbosses death paid. He ordered the hit on the man that riddled Val with bullets, tortured the son of a bitch and he deserved it. Vic didn’t care about the repercussions, he should’ve waited until the dust settled on Val’s death, but there was no talking to him. It didn’t matter that the police were sniffing around, waiting for Vic to make his move, they stalked the fuck out of him. After Jimmy did the job, they brought all of us in for questioning on the disappearance. They knew Vic was responsible but without a body, there was no case.

  “I’ve had an unmarked car tailing my ass since yesterday morning. “I’m not sure what they have, if they even have anything. My guys say it’s out of their hands and has become a RICO case.”

  “Fuck,” I said. RICO charges were no fucking joke, Racketeer Influenced and Organized Crime was federal and provided a loophole for extended criminal penalties. Vic didn’t just have the cops breathing down his back he had the feds. He was fucked. We all were. Because if they were investigating him for a murder that took place years ago that meant they were sticking their noses in a lot of other shit. My guess was they were going to be building a case against him and this body surfacing was just the beginning of what they were going to uncover. We’d all go down with Vic, myself included, and this time I’d go down for shit I actually had been ordered to do.

  All the Feds needed to do was prove, within a ten year period, two crimes under RICO activity on a list of thirty-five crimes, twenty-seven of them being Federal and eight being State. Two crimes. Vic’s list was a hell of a lot longer than thirty-five crimes – shit was going to get ugly for us.

  “I called in a favor to Jack Parrish, he’s got a guy on his bank roll that can get u
s the intel we need.”

  “We’re taking this to Satan’s Knights?” I asked, trying to shut down the million fucking scenarios running through my head. “You sure that’s wise?” It’s not that I didn’t trust Jack or his brothers. They’ve helped us out of a lot of fucked up situations. I don’t know why they’d get in deep with the Feds when it had nothing to do with the MC.

  “It’s our only option. He’s willing to help in exchange for the warehouse in Jersey, seems like a fair enough trade. You know what we have to do, don’t you?”

  I stared at him knowingly but I didn’t say a word.

  “We take out the pig investigating the case and wipe out whatever shit he has on me.”

  He wanted to kill a fucking cop, possibly a fucking Federal Agent, and there was no “we” in the equation. He was sitting in front of me for no other reason than to order me to be the one who commits the crime.

  “There’s a meeting going down, Jack will clue you in. He’s expecting you at the dog pound in an hour, he’s prepared to do the job himself, I need you there as a watchful eye.”

  I stared at him for a moment digesting the bits and pieces of the plan he divulged. I didn’t like not knowing what the endgame was and leaving Adrianna to meet Parish at his compound wasn’t how I planned to spend my morning. I cupped the back of my neck, shaking my head at how fucked my life was. The quicker this shit was buried the sooner we’d be able to move on… hopefully.

  I rose to my feet staring down at Vic. “Just to be clear, I’m not taking orders from Parish.”

  “No one asked you to. Jack’s guy will lead you to the guy in charge of my case and Jack will be the one who handles the matter. You, you’re my eyes and my ears, making sure Jack does what he has agreed to do” Vic said, as he stood up. “And if things get messy well, then you’re there.”

  “You’re relying on Jack to do the hit?” I asked puzzled, trying to figure out why he was sparing me of the gruesome duty.