by Ellie Jean
Taking my hand from her neck, I grab her arms and pull them above her head in a tight hold. “You’ll have bruises.” My tongue bites her nipple through her soft shirt and her legs start to buckle. “This is only the beginning, Blossom.” My leg breaks into her space and I knee them apart, spreading her feet so her pussy is ready.
With a jolt, I slam into her wetness. She roars and her chest heaves. My hand tightens on her wrists more, my bicep bulging with exertion holding her in place. Gripping her waist with my other hand, my fingers dig in sharply with each launch. I’m pushing her to a limit I hope her body can take.
Caro moans and with each thrust over her G-spot, her eyes are trained on me. She hasn’t let them close once.
“Good girl, you’re watching how much you unravel me.”
Sweat trickles down my face and I press farther and farther within her, her ass hitting the wall behind her with force. Her pussy clenches around my dick and swallows as I push in and out. If anything has been learned these past two weeks is I want to own her. I want her to need me. Rely on me and talk to me.
“Yes, Chuck, fuck me.”
“Did you say fuck?”
A laugh racks through both our bodies and my fury dissipates completely. If she shrieked out the other ridiculous word, I would have jerked out so fast and lost our connection.
“Oops. I did.” Our eyes soften.
Lifting my hand under her ass, my grip loosens on her wrists, my pelvis collides with her clit directly. Trying to go slower, monitoring her face, her eyes flutter and her legs start to buckle. Gripping me tighter from within, she is close.
My teeth find her nipple and I bite down, shocking her system into free fall. The trigger goes off on mine simultaneously. Jerking, I continue pumping until I am finishing, exploding inside of her.
“Fuck.” Without stopping, I launch forward and back. Her clenching sending me into a spiral of ecstasy. I slow for a mere second to catch my breath, but my hips rotate around her pussy where waves are still rippling.
I want more.
Letting her wrists go, she places them on my shoulders and I lift her ass up with both hands, squashing her against the wall still. “Wrap your legs around me.”
There’s no hesitation, her body melting into mine. My head leans down to her stretched out neck. I nip on her smooth flesh and my cock begins a new round of pounding. My balls slap against her, my arms jolting with each push as I spear into her delectable pussy. Caro groans and I know I’m hurting her, but I cannot stop. The sensation floating within me is too powerful for me to tame.
Tilting my head back, bending my knees with each hammer, her pussy grips my cock tight. A sharp pain stabs in my back. Her fingernails piercing my skin. The pain together with the pleasure ripping me apart is exhilarating.
My orgasm explodes through me as Caro screams out hers. Both of us loud, raw, and uncontrolled.
Loosening my grip on her butt, her legs drift to the floor. Our bodies limp, liquifying into one another. My fingers gently stroke her cheek, watching her blue eyes refocus. A soft smile graces her glistening face. Both breathless, I watch her carefully for any signs of revolt.
There is none.
Kissing the top of her head, I whisper, “Don’t shut me out again.” I hold my lips there, inhaling her apple scent.
Her body tightens for a second but relaxes.
“You are special to me, Caroline Chambers.”
Pulling my jeans up, I look at the scene in front of me. Blossom half naked, blonde hair wild with strands everywhere. Her pussy dripping with my cum.
“You’re so fucking ravishing. And mine.”
Turning on my heels, I internally protest with my mind but keep walking out the door.
I may have won this round, but I want us both to be winners.
Together.
Caroline
I collapse, an inferno takes over my body.
Fervor.
Desire.
Rage.
Manic.
Obsession.
Crazed.
Sexy.
Mayhem.
Want.
Special.
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
I’ve been thoroughly fucked.
And now I’m royally fucked.
Chuck
“The date’s been set.” Andre bounces out of the office.
My hook lands far away from the intended target and my head rears back from the snap to my jaw. The head protection only does so much. Fuck.
“Lucky hit.” Teach me to take my eyes from my training opponent. Moving to the edge, I rest on the ropes. “About time. When do I get to show the world who their champion is?”
“Saturday, two weeks.” It’s a little earlier than I thought, but this is what I’ve wanted for years.
“I’m ready.” Moving out of the ring, I wipe the sweat from my face. “Does Sal and Nizo know?”
Andre strolls toward me, and I give him my hands to untie. “Where are those two? You think with the world title coming up, they’d be here.”
Things haven’t been the same since I found out my father is their Boss. Lying to me for years, keeping watch and for what? So I didn’t kill myself, didn’t get hurt, didn’t leave the country? I wouldn’t know, they still haven’t spoken to me about what their role was; Trainer? Manager? Hitmen sent to babysit me?
“Yeah, what’s their deal. You find out you’re the son of their Boss, my Boss and they go missing when they feel like it. Fucking unbelievable. You will own their asses one day.”
“I don’t want to own anyone. After what I saw dickhead one and two do the other night, I question what Tomme is running. They are nitwits, who have no idea how to be respectful to these people keeping them in the lifestyle they are used to, giving them money to keep us all in a house, providing for our families.”
My cell comes alive. “Yeah.”
“We need to talk now.”
“We do. Be there soon.” Hanging up on my father before he can throw more demands at me, try and take in air.
“I have to call Dex. He needs the date.” Andre steps away and cleans up around the makeshift ring.
The cell rings.
“Chuck. About time you called. You got some good news?”
“The dates came through just now. Two weeks on Saturday. It can’t come soon enough.”
“Good. I’ll get what I can sorted on this end. Get the dates on the promotions, organize the press conference and I think you need a fresh look.”
Cocking my head to the side, I am surprised. “Didn’t know you were up there in the fashion stakes.”
“Yeah, yeah. Bianca thought she’d throw her opinion in one night when I was discussing the fight with her. She mentioned a black and gold theme would be classy and bold. Like a king. Or a champ.”
“I like those words, Dex. If your wife said this, then who am I to argue with her logic or you for that matter. I look forward to seeing it.”
“I’ll be in touch. Keep strong, Chuck.”
Hanging up, I smile. It’s actually on the calendar. Two weeks.
Prolonging this weightlessness consuming my limbs, I actually whistle, throwing my cell on the chair, taking the rope next to it.
“Count my jumps.” Andre sits and starts counting out loud.
I’ve got two weeks to prove to everyone what I already know. Tomme can wait til I’m good and ready to discuss the shenanigans that went down. No doubt the sniveling idiots told him.
“Sixty-four, sixty-five…”
My head spins and tightness replaces my light body. How the fuck do I get myself into these predicaments. World title fight, new father, soon-to-be leading mafia family, a hot sexy woman who I want to climb on and fuck every chance I get while concurrently wrapping her tight in my arms, protecting her from any dangers and her own self-doubt. How am I going to change the way my dad does business?
“Two-hundred and twenty-seven, Two-hundred and twenty-eight
…” Spinning my arms faster, heat propels through me trying to keep up with the whirlwind happening in my head. Pushing the thoughts away, I count to relieve my mind of complications I can’t solve yet.
First things first, finish training before I start World War III.
“Where have you been?” Sal corners me.
“I could ask you the same question.” I throw my bag in the foyer and stare at him. “You know the fight’s been scheduled if you’re interested.”
Gruffness is normal for Sal so I take it with a grain of salt. “Yeah. You’ve got to fix this mess first, otherwise you won’t be alive to fight.”
Squaring my shoulders, I look at the older man and ascertain if he’s joking.
His glacial piercing gaze would tell me, no.
“Are you talking about those two dickheads you call soldiers? You should be disgusted at how they operate.” Raising my eyebrows and my voice, I won’t buckle under his stupidity. “When’s the last time you went with them on a job?”
“Listen and stay in the background is what you were ordered to do. If the Boss orders something, that’s what you do.”
“I don’t take orders well. You of all people should know. I refuse to listen to those fuckers.”
I walk away from Sal to go to Tomme’s office. Once again, my flesh is hot with an impending explosion, my fists curled beside me ready to go another round with daddy dearest.
Shoving the door open, I give him no respect. Deciding to run this family is a conscious decision, one I question myself about daily. Father made a similar one years ago to stay hiding. Respect is earned and we are still far from mutual respect.
“Yes.” Soft, peaceful music surrounds me, contrasting with my furious tone.
“Chuck?” There’s some shuffling.
It’s not the rough voice I’m expecting, but a light, breezy sweet voice. “Fiorella?” My stomach curls in upon itself from the tension doubling within me. Why is mother here? She should be far away from this organization, continuing her past twenty-eight years of isolation from them.
Searching her eyes, I want to run to her and scoop her away from this dangerous family, protecting her like she sheltered me, but my mind is overriding my body. She betrayed me and I’m hurt, so I’m sulking.
“Come and sit.” Tomme is sitting next to her slim frame, holding Mother’s pale hand.
I pace, breathing heavily and then sit on a chair opposite them. “Why are you here?” Grinding my teeth, drawing my eyebrows in. “You better not have summoned her here.” Say the words I did and I will knock him flat on the floor. I don’t give a fuck who this man is. Bringing my mother into this ruthless place is wrong.
“I asked her the same question.” There’s a sadness on his face looking at Fiorella who is dressed in a low cut red dress, extending past her knees. Her stylish dark curled hair flows down her shoulders and she’s applied her makeup like she does every day to perfection. Fiorella is a stunning woman and would leave any man breathless.
“I came myself.” A small smile creeps on her face, looking at the man she once loved. Dressed in his usual dark suit, there’s a hint of Mother’s red lipstick on his lips. “I needed to speak to Tomme.”
“You could have asked me to ask him. You, in this house, being associated with this family is way too risky.” Using my stern voice, like a parent to a child, I wonder why she would take a chance?
“I needed to see him, Chuck.” She places her free hand on his leg and there’s a longing in her voice. “I needed to see you too.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” My tone is sharp and she jumps.
Her face turns to her old flame for help? Assistance? The right words to say? To tell her she shouldn’t be in this house?
“You have to agree with me, Tomme, on this, it’s too dangerous for Mother to be here.” My rage gets the better of me. Throwing my arms up and jerking out of my seat, an uncontrolled urge overtakes my body. Menace radiates from me. “That’s why you fucking left us all of those years ago. Isn’t it?”
“I agree.” His eyes stay on Fiorella and mine stay on him. “You shouldn’t be here, my love.”
My mother smirks and looks between us. Our words and severity of them aren’t sinking in at all. “I think I’m old enough to make up my own mind now.” Running her hand along my father’s suit pants, she continues, “You’ve kept us safe for long enough. It’s now time for me to help you and our son.” Quietly spoken, I see how my father melts toward her. The longing in his eyes is apparent, his hand caressing hers with such tenderness indicates he still has feelings for her. But all the more reason to get her away from here and him.
“You can help by leaving. This is no place for you.” I sound nasty to my own ears, but Fiorella crosses her legs, her heeled foot gracefully dangling next to my father’s leg, and she leans closer to him.
“It’s not for you to decide.”
Am I talking to a brick wall? My mother can be stubborn, I am the same way, but this is her life we are talking about. “This business is lethal and the employees are fucking monkeys. They have no idea how to be respected in this world. They aren’t soldiers. There is going to be a major fallout soon and I won’t allow you to be mixed up in it.”
Tomme looks to me in question but addresses Mother. “He’s right, dear. This life isn’t your life. I never wanted either of you to be mixed up in it. I left you those years ago because I would rather die than see you killed because of me or my family, Fiorella. There’re no second chances in this world. I gave up everything I loved so you could live away from this life.” My chest slows listening to my father, watching the pain etched on his face get deeper.
“That obviously worked out well for you?” Sarcasm drips from my lips.
“Don’t you think I don’t know?” High pitched and loud, this is the first time I have heard my mother raise her voice. “What I gave up for you, what I kept safe for us, being alone and barely surviving at times. Bearing a son so much like his dad, each time I looked at him there was such pride but glimpses of pain. Watching the man I love become a stranger, then a ruthless, powerful Boss, so much like his father it scared the hell out of me. It still frightens me.” Her breathing is ragged but she tries to control it by taking a deep breath in and out. “But I am not a naive teenager anymore.”
“Mother, this world is too much. It will kill you from the outside or internally it will kill you from the stress of everything.”
“I need to be here.” Her hand stays in Tomme’s grip, he isn’t letting it go.
Crossing my arms, I almost snarl. “What? You need to be around death? You need to be around guns, prostitution, and drugs? Last night I witnessed some dick throw a knife into another man’s leg because he could, then twist it in even deeper. Blood drips everywhere, his blood-curdling howl echoing through the dark and dirty street.” My mother’s face pales a little.
“Enough. We will discuss later.” My father tries to shut me up, but I keep going.
“Two of them assaulted a defenseless middle-aged man until he could barely breathe. Is that what you’re keen to be a part of, Mom? Thugs, mobsters, and jerks?” I pray my dramatics will make her see sense. “How can you even set foot in here knowing you gave up your dream of having a family, gave up on love only to have it thrust in your face. It was all for nothing, because I am now recruited as one of them. Soon-to-be leader if anything he says is true.” A severe expression fleets over Tomme’s face, but Mom sees it as clearly as I do.
“What do you mean? Leader?” It’s a quiet whisper.
“I mean Boss, Mom. I am here to be made Boss of the Basilio family.” Fiorella’s eyes search Tomme’s.
“But can’t that only happen if you die?” Grasping both of his hands, she stares deep within Tomme.
“Usually.” Kissing her cheek gently, he continues like he’s talking to a small innocent child. “But with our son, I intend to live to see the day he takes over from me.”
“Aren’t there others who are i
n line, who have dedicated their lives to this family who would rebel?” Finally, fear emerges in her voice and on her face.
“In this family, my word is law.” Tomme looks with grave eyes at me. “No one will touch Ciro in this family, they will respect and honor him as they do me. We have already started working on this, but his identity is being kept secret for now. I can’t risk others finding out there is a son of mine who is going to take over. For now, he is a nobody. A new recruit, a soldier who listens to his Capos commands.”
Ignoring his dig at me, I huff. “I don’t care about me. I want Fiorella out of here, far away from any of this.”
“And I finally want some say in what I do with my life.”
“I’m not going to stand here and watch you make the biggest mistake of your life, I’m out. I’ll call you later.” Striding toward the door, I look at them both before I leave. Gazing into each other’s eyes, it’s as though I’ve already left. They’re like a love struck couple. One stage through the years I wished Mom had a partner to make her happy and a new father for me, but now I see there could only be my father in her life. The love pouring from her is indisputable. It hasn’t waned over their lost years. And Tomme looks identical to her.
Pulling the door behind me, I leave it open slightly.
I stand there contemplating how my life has changed so dramatically in less than a few weeks.
“Did you mean what you said?” Fiorella inquires.
“I’ve loved you every day we’ve been apart. From the first day we met to the end of my breaths, I will love you, Fiorella. That’s why I need you far away from here. I still need to protect you.” A spread of coolness washes over me, spiking my hairs up. But not me anymore? I should be thrilled he still cares for Mother, he will insist on her leaving and never returning. “Ciro will be the best Capo. The most feared, revered and legal one. He is strong, you have raised him well, I’m so proud of you.”
I imagine a sweet smile erupting on Mother’s face, like it does when she talks about me, her pride and joy. “What I need is to stay. Is it true?” There’s a small pause. “Are you sick?”