Haven’s eyes went wide as I sank deep inside her aching core. Nothing in the world had ever felt so fucking good. Not even taking my place as boss could compare to the feel of Haven’s pussy wrapped around my cock. Thrusting forward to the hilt, over and over again, wasn’t enough. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.
“Sebastian, fucking hell. You feel so...” Haven wailed, her voice faltering as I lifted her leg at the knee, seating my cock deeper than ever before. Her eyes lit up, going wide, her nails digging into the flesh of my back. She was loving this as much as me. Of that, I was more than certain.
I swallowed each moan she offered up, giving her more of me with each and every earth-shattering thrust of my hips. She worried her lip between her pearly-white teeth, the scent of copper filling the air. Leaning forward, I swept my tongue over her lips, growling at the metallic taste. When her teeth snapped over my lip, tugging, I lost the last of my control. Blood rushed in my veins, pounded in my ears, as I pounded her pussy wildly, mercilessly. She rewarded me with a desperate cry, the sound of my name rich and velvety on her lips as she writhed beneath, her orgasm hitting in waves that crashed over her, one after another. I didn’t let up. No. I couldn’t. Seeing her fall to pieces, her pussy fluttering like the wings of a butterfly around me, pushed me over the edge. I was falling. Shattering. Being with this woman would be my undoing.
Minutes later, I slipped from the bed, tossing the condom in the trash. As I retrieved a washcloth, I realized I hadn’t punished her for moving her arms from above her head. Shaking my head at the thought, I moistened the cloth with warm water, returning to her with a smile on my face. Placing a kiss on her forehead, I lowered the moistened cloth to the apex of her thighs.
“No. I can do that,” she screeched, her hand grasping my wrist quick as lightning, the blush on her cheeks evident even in the darkness of the room. Fucking gorgeous.
“I want to take care of you, Agapi mou. Please let me,” I whispered against her lips. With a single nod, she closed her eyes and I did just that. I took care of her. Just the way she deserved.
Chapter Fifteen - Haven
“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”
- Josephine Hart
It had been two long weeks since Sebastian was released from prison. The days had slipped by without so much as a word from Theron. He’d made no move that we were aware of. Nothing but silence… and it was the silence that scared me the most. Only a month and a half remained for us to pull him from the shadows out into the light. I had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t as cocky as everyone thought. No. He was more calculated than we had given him credit for. That was our mistake.
My first night with Sebastian, I’d felt fearless. Passion was like liquid fire lapping at my skin, driving me wild with a pleasure I had never known. I’d probably never know that type of pleasure again after my time with him ended. I didn’t dare fool myself into believing his words about keeping me in his bed. How could I? Bad boys like him didn’t settle for girls like me; girls that were square compared to him. I wasn’t an idiot.
But I’d certainly enjoy every damned moment we had together. Every touch, every orgasm, every thrust of his powerful hips was imprinted in my mind for eternity. No man stood a chance of coming close to how he made me feel. They couldn’t reach the towering precipice I held Sebastian on. Allowing him to take up residence in my mind – in my heart – like that was stupid. I had promised to keep my heart locked away… but I couldn’t.
Two weeks. Two goddamned weeks was all it took for him to smash the protective walls built with care around my heart. Every night, he pulled me tighter into his web, whispered promises into my ear with his sinfully delicious Greek accent, every utterance of ‘Agapi mou’ slicing away my resolve. I had no fight left in me.
The days spent with him were no safer than the nights. The smoldering gazes he tossed my way over breakfast, the way he licked his lips, flicking his tongue at me seductively, reminding me of what lovely things it had done to me. I was done fighting my feelings. Was I a prisoner? Fuck no. I loved everything he did and said. That was the problem. I should’ve been scared to death of Sebastian and his promises. His world was dangerous as fuck. Mafia history proved my point. Women tended to be used against the men that loved them. I worried about that in particular, considering the fact Theron hadn’t been caught yet.
Agent Dooley must have assumed that Theron would have attempted to get to Sebastian at home, but the last few weeks had proven him wrong. The tension in the house was thick; so thick it was becoming difficult to breathe while in the same room with Sebastian and Dooley. They hated each other, and from what I had learned about their past, that hate was completely understandable. My willingness to believe Dooley had lessened as well.
Rosita Martinez, Sebastian’s housekeeper and cook laid out another fabulous breakfast this morning. Everything you could possibly desire was there on the buffet table. Grabbing a plate, I filled it with fluffy pancakes, sausage, and a bowl of mixed fruit. Sebastian and Hackett were already seated, talking quietly but animatedly amongst themselves. Pouring a cup of coffee, I headed for the empty chair next to the Adonis that was Sebastian. My body hummed, skin sizzling with each step I took closer to him. He felt it too from the way his eyes roamed over me, darkening with lust. Taking my seat, I dove into my breakfast, remaining silent, listening to their continued conversation.
Something about the strained looks on their faces told me I probably didn’t want to know the particulars of the conversation I had interrupted, but the talking and planning continued on for some time, each sharing their desire to speed up the process of luring Theron from the shadows. The weeks were already soaring by at a breakneck pace and two weeks of nothing didn’t bode well for Sebastian. I knew in my heart this wasn’t a good sign at all. Theron’s attacks had stalled completely. Was he done? Considering the lengths he had gone to in order to make Sebastian’s life crumble before him, I didn’t believe – couldn’t believe – that was right. He was waiting patiently for the right moment to make his final attack. That made more sense to me, and I had a niggling feeling Sebastian and Hackett thought the same thing.
“Boss,” Hackett grumbled, “we have no choice but to draw him out. Force his hand so he’ll make a mistake.”
“I agree. The bastard wants me dead,” Sebastian said, with a cold emotionless voice that sent a wave of chills done my spine. “If I give him the chance to get at me, he’ll try to take me out.”
I gasped loudly, both of the men snapping their heads in my direction. Sebastian was the first to utter a word. But those words did not comfort me at all. Not one damn bit.
“My apologies for being blunt, Haven. But you know that is what he wants. He has already spilled blood to get his way. If it’s me he wants, it’s me he will get… but only on my terms.” Sebastian spoke in a controlled tone, coated in what I could only describe as pure certainty, something I had never felt before. Nodding, I lowered my head.
“What will you do?” The weakness in my voice made my stomach sour. I wasn’t a weak woman. I was strong, damn it. Raising my head, I met his eyes. “Please tell me?”
His fingertips grazed my jaw, cupping my face so gently I could barely stand it. That familiar heat between us bloomed like wild flowers deep in my core. I could feel my nipples becoming firm, pressing against the rough lace of my bra. The friction was intense and beautiful, instantly heightening my arousal. When he spoke again, I squirmed in my seat, the moisture between my thighs increasing with each syllable that crossed his devilishly wonderful tongue.
I was fucked from the moment I met him, destined to aid him in whatever way he asked, to follow his every command. It was only in those moments that he awakened the part of me that I didn’t even know existed, alerted me to things I had never desired or wanted in my life. I wanted him. Needed him to make me his. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.
“I will require your help, Agapi mou. Will you help me?” His breath, warm and tinted wit
h the sweet scent of orange juice, caressed me, his thumb brushing my lips in such a way that I trembled. “Will you help me be free?”
Sebastian’s words seduced me, made my heart flutter wildly as if to leap from my chest. I didn’t remember closing my eyes but I had. I was encased in darkness, with only his voice to guide me to what I needed to do, the decision that I was sure would change my world forever. If I agreed, would I be able to return to the life I had spent years building for myself? Would I be respected by my legal peers or be shunned for walking hand-in-hand with the mafia? I had no doubt that Sebastian was innocent. That belief – that desire to help the innocent – drove me to fight for so many others, and he was no different as far as that was concerned.
But society was a fickle bitch.
Unforgiving.
Punishing.
My answer was clear as a summer sky. I had to see this through to the end, whatever the cost may be. Innocent was innocent. Mafia or not, he deserved to have his freedom until he was caught for something he actually did. I would stand by his side until the time came to walk away, leaving him to his life of crime and darkness.
Dropping my fork on the edge of my plate, appetite long gone now, I let the words I hoped I wouldn’t regret flow freely. “I’ll help. What do you need me to do?”
“Thank you,” Sebastian said, relief in his voice, as if he had been worried I might actually say no. “A man like me doesn’t deserve a woman as wonderful and perfect as you, Agapi mou.” He leaned in, pressing a sweet tantalizing kiss upon my lips, his fingers slipping into my hair, cradling my neck. Before I could stop it, a moan escaped my lips, swallowed up in a heartbeat by a man I should fear but couldn’t bring myself to.”
Hackett cleared his throat, and just like that, we were torn apart and back into the tortured reality of the here and now. “Haven, I want the two of us to go out on the town with Eamon as our driver. We will let the bastard watch us, find a weakness that he can’t resist. Then we’ll have him and life will return to normal.”
“It sounds so simple. What about Hackett? How does he play into this plan of yours?” I asked, teeth grinding into my lip.
“I will be watching from a distance,” Hackett said. “Never too far away. You’ll be safe, I promise you that.”
“Alright. Does Agent Dooley know about all of this?”
“No… and we won’t tell him right away either,” Sebastian said flatly. “I don’t trust him enough to risk ruining our plan. He has nothing to gain from helping me.”
“Okay. But promise me you’ll tell him if you think he can help. I don’t want to end up like... like...” I couldn’t finish the sentence, no matter how hard I tried. The hurt was still too much, too fresh.
After breakfast, I sat by the pool, wondering if Theron would be caught.
Chapter Sixteen - Theron
“Love has its place, as does hate. Peace has its place, as does war. Mercy has its place, as do cruelty and revenge.”
- Meir Kahane
The world was bathed in red tonight. The war I’d been waiting for had finally come. I could taste the destruction, the metallic taste of my bloody victory. Peering through a scope in the distance, tucked away in the shrubbery of the landscape surrounding the Christakos estate, I watched every move they made, frothing at the mouth with envy and hate.
It was a battle to keep myself grounded in this spot, fisting my hand into the dirt, the grit coating my sweaty palms, hoping like hell that was enough to keep me where I needed to be. It was barely enough to remind me of my purpose… but thankfully it managed to be just enough.
The clock was ticking in my head, each move of the hand more audible than the last, stoking and teasing at the madness inside, the green hue of the night-vision scope warring with the red hue of rage as I focused on my prey. I had waited so long, so very long, to finally face him, but it still was not time. Not yet. Soon, though, I would face my brother and watch the shock fill his face, unable to utter a fucking word as I pressed the business end of my Ruger to his rich holier-than-thou forehead. My skin tingled at the thought, loving the gratification that filled what little soul I had left. In a way, I was mortified to find any soul left to speak of within me. It was funny, really.
The corners of my mouth inched upward in a half-assed attempt at a smile as Sebastian and the pretty little lawyer played like teenagers in the pool. They thought they were alone. But I was always watching. Every smile that worked across my brother’s face, every moment of pure bliss I saw them share, only made the rage boil like lava in my veins.
I was ready to blow my top. And soon, I wouldn’t have to hold back that rage. Soon, he would pay for every single fucking thing he stole from me. Every hard memory in my life without loving parents would be let loose on him. I’d revel in the glory of watching him pay, of feeling the life ease from his veins. Bliss. Revenge. It would be mine. And finally, I would be able to smile and take everything I deserved.
Drawing the scope away from my eye, shoving it into the depths of my black satchel, I sighed. My heartbeat was slow and tamed as I stood, making my way back to my car. Every inch of my skin prickled as I unlocked the door and slipped inside. The motor roared to life, growling like a mechanical beast as I stabbed the peddle to the floor, sending gravel flying.
Speeding down the winding highway back to the city, I could think of nothing but how close I was to my victory. In fact, I had already won. Sebastian thought he’d gained his freedom, but he hadn’t, and he fucking wouldn’t if I had anything to say about it. After watching his every move for weeks, months, years, I had come to know him as well as, or better than, he knew himself.
There was only one thing that bothered me… and that one thing was driving me insane, too. His release from prison had me on edge. I didn’t know what strings he had pulled or if it was the young lawyer that made it happen, but I was miffed about it. When I saw the lawyer and several men – a few of which I recognized as Sebastian’s made men – leave the prison, I damn near jumped out of my car and unloaded my gun on him right then and there.
But I resisted. It was the right thing to do, after all. Killing him at the prison, with so many witnesses, wouldn’t have ended well for me. I might be dead-set on ending his life, but I had no desire to ruin mine. Following the black SUVs from Huntsville to Austin, staying far enough behind to keep me hidden, was my only choice. I made do with what I had. Had done that for years. It had worked for me before and still did now. I had all I needed. Clothes on my back, food in my belly, and a satchel holding the only possessions that meant anything to me. You could say I lived a simple life. Unlike my brother, who wouldn’t know simple if it bit him square on his rich ass.
I watched and watched, keeping track of Sebastian’s every move for more than a month. At night, I would sneak up to his house, pressed into the darkened shadows like a demon possessed. I’d listen to every conversation that reached my ears, soaking in all the information that I could. Following Sebastian was so easy. While he spent time with his lover, Haven, he let his guard down. He seemed to fear nothing.
Romantic dinners and dancing filled their nights, and I could see that they were growing close. The more I watched, the more I thought I should kill the girl while he watched. Yes. That would cause him pain like nothing else. More pain than if I physically tortured him. But she was a pretty thing. I could keep her for myself, torture him by taking her as my own while he sat tied to a chair. I’d staple his eyes open so he couldn’t look away. Chuckling at the thought of Sebastian fighting his bindings only made me want that thought to come to fruition even more. But I had to stay focused on my ultimate goal – ending my brother’s life. He was the last of the family that still breathed.
Chapter Seventeen - Sebastian
“When you know what you want, and you want it bad enough, you’ll find a way to get it.”
- Jim Rohn
When I was a young boy of about sixteen, my father took me to the beach. A sort of father-son moment, one of th
e only ones I could honestly remember. Parents seemed to think it necessary to have that embarrassing and quite humiliating conversation about the birds and the bees. Hell, I already knew all about that stuff. I’d lost my virginity to one of the maids’ daughters the previous summer, but I wouldn’t dare speak of it to my father. Why? Not because he would harm her. Oh no. Nothing like that. It was simply that mixing of the classes was frowned upon greatly in our family.
My father and I had sat in the sand, watching tourists meander up and down the opulent beach, gazing across the mesmerizing blue waters of the Greek Isles. He sighed, gripping my slightly-muscled shoulder and chuckled as he began the sex talk. I didn’t meet his eyes, but from the sound of his voice, he hated having this talk as much as I did. A little part of me appreciated the fact that he was as uncomfortable as I was.
I nodded and grunted as the talk wore on, hoping like all hell it would end soon. His final words had felt, at the time, like a joke since they were coming from a mafia boss like him; a man so powerful speaking of love and how when it happened, you just knew deep down inside your bones, that when that one woman – that very special girl – appeared in your life, you’d rearrange just about anything to make her happy, to make her fit into your life. He told me that was the type of love that would last beyond time, would get a man through his darkest hours. I was too young to understand the gravity of his words then… but now; now I knew what he meant.
I was brought back to the present by Haven easing slowly down the staircase towards me in a pale yellow gown with a slit up to her thigh. Her beautifully tanned shoulders, bare as a baby’s ass, and that hint of thigh drove me fucking crazy, teasing me with each step she took. Her long thick brown hair flowed like silk down her back, a few wild strands trailing over her shoulder, kissing the tops of her magnificent breasts. A low growl rumbled in my chest at the sight. The smile on her face grew brighter as she stopped before me. The savage man in me wanted nothing move than to grab her, scoop her into my arms, and rush back up the stairs to love her in a way no man but me ever would. She was mine, and no other man would even get the chance to try..
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