The kind that fills you with fear, but you can’t walk away from.
The kind that heats you inside with no way to cool you down.
The kind that gives you the heaviest of feelings, making it unbearable to live with yet impossible to live without.
He’s it.
He makes my skin crawl in the worst yet best kind of way.
“Kane?”
“Hmm?” His lips are leaving soft kisses on the skin above my breasts.
“Fuck me.” My words halt him, looking at me with eyes I can get lost in.
For a few moments, all I focus on are his blue eyes as they stare at me with a hunger that matches my own. His energy is overwhelming, and even though it burns straight to the core of my desire, I still have to do my best to not crumble under his gaze.
Finally, he presses his lips against mine, fusing our mouths as one. His tongue explores the insides of my cheeks in a sweet, tender way. He can’t resist letting his dominant side seep through for long, though, his hand grabbing my hair in a stinging grip, keeping my head still as he has his way with my mouth while his other hand dips into the water, teasing the area above my folds. I moan into his mouth while I close my eyes.
I’ve completely and utterly surrendered to this man.
And it never felt better to be dominated.
At this point, I would even consider wearing a leash if it meant he would always make me feel the way he’s making me feel right now.
Okay, that’s a lie, but FUCK.
He plays me like a bass guitar, making me vibrate with every touch, and I would give anything to hold on to this feeling forever. He jerks my head back, leaving a burning sensation on my scalp while I float on my back here like a spineless whore.
“Stay still,” he orders before he climbs in next to my head, placing his knees on either side of my ears. I look up, meeting his daring look as his dick hovers above my face.
“Lick.”
I run my tongue along my lip in a seductive way before I carry out the assignment like a school girl desperate to get her next A. The tip of my tongue reaches up, tasting the soft skin of his shaft while he moves it up and down my face.
“Fuck,” he pants and throws his head back.
Eager to give him more, I grab his ass, pushing him farther forward until his balls are against my lips. I softly suck one of them into my mouth, rolling it around in circles against my tongue. He lets out the occasional moan, making me wetter with every sound. I lift my upper body up to make sure I have full and easy access to his hard cock before I take it in my mouth, coating it with my saliva. I run my lips up and down it with slow and smooth strokes until I taste his precum on my taste buds. Picking up my pace, I continue moving my head back and forth while sucking his head as hard as I can every time I reach it, making him groan above my head.
“Motherfucker,” he mutters before pulling my hair to force me to look at him.
I look up through my fluttering lashes, his dick still in my mouth.
“Fuck, this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Fueled by his words, I move my tongue over his length, tempting him to let me go and do my thing.
“Fuck, baby. Stop.”
I pout when he pulls my head farther back, making his dick leave my mouth.
“No. I want to come inside you. Come here.” He grabs my waist, placing me on the edge of the Jacuzzi, then presses his forehead against mine while his knees and my feet are still in the shallow water.
“You’re mine, baby girl.”
“I’m yours,” I agree as he slides a finger through my folds, just slightly touching my clit, which almost has me collapsing in his arms. I give in to his touch, feeling my muscles relax with every stroke he makes towards my entrance. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life while my throbbing clit begs for more.
“Oh,” I cry out, desperation clear in my voice when he dips two fingers inside me. He pulls his head back, looking at me with a straight face as he finger fucks me. I grab the edge of the Jacuzzi, refusing to look away from his intimidating gaze while doing my best not to let my eyes roll in pleasure. Then all of a sudden he stops, and a playful smirk appears on his face before he pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth. He places his lips around them, covering half of them before he slowly sucks my cream off his skin, popping his lips when he reaches the end, making me gasp at the sight of it.
Holy mother of hell.
“My favorite flavor, any time of day.” He winks.
Yearning for more, I reach out my arms to tug him back against my chest, crashing my lips against his.
“I need you now,” I growl, devouring his tongue as if I haven’t kissed him in years.
He grunts in agreement, leaving our lips sealed while he pushes inside me with one rough move. I wince and gasp at the sudden feeling of his cock stretching me wide.
He waits, cupping my face while our breaths mix as we pant together.
“You okay?”
“Never better,” I reply, enjoying the burning feeling of his thick cock inside of me.
He kisses my smile before he slowly but firmly starts thrusting inside of me. Our foreheads never disconnect while he slams into my core, keeping one arm wrapped around my body as the other cups my cheek.
His thrusts become more demanding with every move, and I can feel a bundle of ecstasy building up between my legs as his body grinds against my clit.
“Fuck, this is so good.” I feel like any minute now I’m going to be pushed over a ledge while we ride our wave of satisfaction.
He keeps going at a blistering pace, teasing all the nerves between my legs, making me climb higher and higher until finally his pushes become more frenzied and the muscles in his face tense.
I throw my head back, letting go as I feel the burning feeling inside me almost reaching its peak. He grunts while my pussy clenches his cock, as he throws me off the edge with another push against my clit. I cry out in euphoria while the muscles in my pussy pulse like an electric wire.
His thrusts speed up yet again while I ride out my wave of pleasure, then I feel his body tense. His eyes are closed, his face rigid, as he drives into me with a few more hard pushes. Finally, I feel his body tense under the palms of my hands while he explodes inside of me.
I firmly believe some people enter your life for a reason. To teach you a life lesson or to be your friend at a certain time. Those are the people who make you who you are. The experiences you share with them making your life dynamic, giving you gray instead of solely living with black and white.
But not Kane.
No, I believe he and I … We are made for each other. Two souls that explode when you put them together, leaving nothing more than ashes until we rise from the demolition.
Without him, I’m nothing. Just a girl, a pickpocket scraping at the surface. But with him?
I’m unstoppable.
As we slowly come back to reality, he opens his eyes, giving me a content gaze.
“I love you, baby girl,” he murmurs, brushing my nose.
“I love you, Kane Carrillo.” I smile before pressing a kiss to his lips.
Thirty-Nine
Kane
Present day
The next morning I wake up to the muffled sounds of a voice out on the deck. My hand darts out to the other side of the bed, expecting Callie to be within my grasp, but instead, I’m greeted by cold sheets. I look at the clock on the nightstand when I notice it’s still dark outside.
5:00 a.m.
Looking up at the ceiling, I try to listen to what she’s saying, but I can’t make out any words.
Who the fuck is she calling at five in the morning?
I throw back the covers, jumping out of the bed in my boxers. I glance through the glass of the door, finding her on one of the chairs, staring at the floor with her phone against her ear, wearing one of my shirts. There is a serenity flushing her face that I have never seen before, and it warms my heart to see her so relaxed.
Even though it also pisses me off that she traded being in bed with me for whoever is on the phone with her.
Controlling as I am, I open the door, determined to find out who she’s talking to.
She looks up when she sees me walking onto the deck and gives me a sweet smile.
I love how she always tests me, how she always calls me out on my shit, and how she is not afraid to go against me even though I know I can be scary as fuck.
But the peaceful, happy gaze she’s giving me right now ...
That one is definitely my favorite.
“I know,” she hums into the phone, her eyes never leaving mine while she raises her hand to tell me to wait. “Just keep your eyes open. She’s out there somewhere, and I don’t want to be surprised.”
I pick her up, before dropping myself on the chair and putting her on my lap while I wrap my arms around her.
“Who are you talking to?” I growl softly, slightly jealous that she’s keeping me waiting.
“Yeah, that’s him,” she says to whoever is on the phone while she rolls her eyes at me. “Thank you, Ronnie.” I glare at her when I hear his name, but she just gives me a cheeky smile in return. “I really appreciate everything. Dinner? I’m not sure he’s ready for that. He threw a knife at Reign’s head the other day.”
“Can’t blame him,” I hear Distucci’s chuckling voice come through the phone.
“Shut up, asshole. Just let me know if she surfaces somewhere. Alright, bye fucker.”
“Ciao, amoré,” I hear him say before Callie hangs up the phone.
“Good morning, Mr. Carrillo.” She lays a soft kiss on my lips as I tug her closer to my body.
“Why were you talking to Distucci at 5 a.m.?”
“Kane Carrillo, controlling crime lord, sexy playboy, skilled knife thrower, and jealous asshole.”
“I’m not jealous,” I deny, only making her smile even wider.
She reaches up a hand, stroking my cheek with the back of her fingers, before giving me another kiss.
“Ronnie is the one who helped me when I left. He warned me the other day when you found me, so he’d arranged another safe house for me. When his guy couldn’t find Gen and me, he got worried. He called to check if I was still alive.”
“He did a shitty job.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me.
“He did. I’d already found you a few weeks ago,” I clarify with a pleased grin. “You can’t hide from me, baby girl.”
She lets out a loud sigh, the corner of her mouth slightly raised in amusement.
“I’m aware.” Her eyes move back and forth over my face until she opens her mouth. “You know I’m yours, right? I have a big mouth, and I’m a pain in your ass, but from this day on, I’m yours. Don’t be jealous.”
I bring my face closer to hers, my breath fanning her face while I let my tongue slide between the seam of her lip.
“Fine,” I say before pressing a firm kiss to her plump lips.
My hands roam over her body, ready to give my morning wood the affection he craves every time he has this firecracker within arm’s length, when I hear a knock and the door of the deck opens, before Jeremy pops his head out.
“Why the fuck are you two awake?” he blurts out incredulously while I give him a scowl.
“What do you want?” I bark, annoyed by the interruption.
It’s barely fucking morning. For all he knew, I was asleep. And you know what they say about sleeping dogs.
They are vicious.
“I know it’s early, but Reign is leaving.”
“Now?” Callie chirps with a puzzled look on her face.
“Yeah. He says he needs to be back in Boston before noon.”
“I’m guessing you want to say goodbye?” I say to Callie before I let out a sigh and give her a bored look.
“Don’t be dense. Come on.” She grabs my hand, getting off my lap and dragging me inside where we put on some clothes. When our asses are covered in some sweatpants and she has pulled a hoodie over her head, she grabs my hand again before we make our way downstairs. When we are halfway down the stairs, Reign looks up, and she lets go of my hand, picking up her pace before she launches herself into his arms.
I suppress the growl inching its way up from inside of me, reminding myself of the declaration she just gave me.
“Thank you,” she tells him softly as he lifts her off the floor.
“Anytime, Angel.” He puts her back down, then dips his chin to look her in the eyes.
When he moves his hand up, cupping her cheek, I swallow hard to control myself.
“You don’t need anyone. Not even the bastard growling behind me because he can’t stand to see you touched by another man.” A smirk appears on his face as he glances at me before moving his focus back to my girl. I don’t want to, but the corner of my mouth curls into an amused grin while he continues.
“Not Imogen, not Ronnie. Not me. You will always be fine on your own, but I’m always there for you if you don’t want to be.” He presses his lips against her forehead, looking at me from above her head. When he breaks their connection, he lets go of her, reaching out his hand. Without hesitation, I grab it in a firm grip, shaking it with gratitude.
“Take care of her, Carrillo.” The genuine look in his eyes burns down my jealousy. He will protect her with his life if I ever need him to.
“I will,” I agree before he gives me one last smile, then picks up his bag.
Callie moves to my side, wrapping her arms around my waist as I wrap my arm around her shoulder. We move onto the porch, watching Reign walk towards the SUV where he throws his bag on the backseat.
“Hey, Wolfe,” I yell before he gets in the passenger seat next to Jeremy.
He turns around and raises his head to meet my gaze.
“Thank you.”
An arrogant grin appears on his face that I instantly want to smack off with the palm of my hand, waiting for some smartass comment to roll off his tongue.
But instead, he gives me a nod, saluting me in a friendly way.
“You’re welcome, Carrillo.” He gets in the car, then we watch him drive away as the sun appears on the horizon.
“Now what?”
I turn my head towards my girl who is looking at me through her fluttering lashes.
“Now, baby girl, we go home.”
Forty
Callie
Present day
We’re sitting at the glass table on the yacht with Liam at the head of the table, Kane and I on either side of him.
Just like old times.
The only difference being Imogen who’s laying on the couch, watching some kind of reality TV crap. Liam pours us all a glass of whiskey before he leans back in his chair.
“I was thinking,” he starts while I mimic his stance.
I glance at Kane who’s leaning forward, swirling his whiskey in the glass.
“What about?” I ask as he puts his drink to his lips to take a sip.
“Junior wanted our pipeline. There will be more following in his footsteps, wanting to overthrow us. If we stay in drugs, there will always be some young kid, thinking he can overthrow us.”
“Then ditch the pipeline.” I shrug while they both look at me with baffled expressions on their faces. Because, apparently, I said something really strange.
“And what? Just give the entire safe channel of distribution we built to some lucky guy? You can’t do that, you’d need to ease people in to this. A lot of organizations are involved. We don’t want to step on anyone’s toes and start another war. I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“Aren’t you like thirty-two?” I mock.
“Yeah,” he replies, stretching his arms above his head. “Time to fucking retire.”
“Oh, please. Both of you would be bored to death.” I point my finger back and forth between the two of them while holding my glass, resulting in a smirk from Kane.
I lift my ass and tuck my leg under it before I
sit back down.
“Why don’t you guys start a bank?”
“What do you mean?” Liam asks.
“You guys are worth billions. Yet you’re sticking to drugs like you still need the money. Start a bank. Give out loans. With interest.”
“And what? Walk around in a suit the entire day?” Kane gives me a bored look.
“Is that an option?” I bite my lip, letting the image of Kane in a suit fill my mind.
“Fuck no. I’ll do a shit ton of stuff for you, baby girl, but wearing a suit isn’t one of them.”
I pull a face before I get back on topic.
“I mean a bank for the organizations that can’t go to the legitimate banks.” I emphasize my words, looking at them with my eyebrows high, waiting for them to understand what I’m suggesting.
“Wait, you mean a bank for dealers and crime lords?” Liam looks at me with a sparkle of excitement in his eyes.
“Yeah.”
He snaps his head towards Kane.
“Your girl here is an even better criminal than you are.”
Kane chuckles as he throws the contents of his glass down his throat, his eyes focused on mine.
“Well, if that is the case, I guess you’d better set it up, baby girl.” He winks.
My head moves back and forth between the two of them.
“Wait, wait. You two are going to include me in your Carrillo Empire?” I taunt while my heart sparks with excitement.
Being a boss bitch controlling a bunch of motherfuckers?
Fuck yeah, sign me up.
“If you want to.” Kane shrugs.
He keeps a straight face, but I can see the amusement in his eyes. I bet the fucker is having some kind of Bonnie and Clyde fantasy right now.
“Will I get a gun?”
“Do we have to?” Liam rolls his eyes.
“No, but I’ll steal yours if you don’t give me one.”
“Fine,” he mutters, faking annoyance.
I purse my lips in satisfaction, looking at both of them like a kid who just got her favorite doll for Christmas.
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