Erik
The last two weeks had been a blur.
We buried my father in the graveyard he'd picked out for him and my Mother. Delaney's little grave was on the other side of him. I couldn't shake the fact that I'd been the one to put him in the ground. Though the sorry bastard had planned it that way, it didn't make sleeping at night any easier.
I woke up every night drenched in sweat, my heart racing and a scream on the tip of my tongue. The only thing that got me through was having Grace, Cole, and Kane beside me at all times. Solitude was overrated and left me lost. It wouldn’t be forever, but for now… I needed all of them. To feel secure. To feel complete. To feel alive at all.
"Erik. Can I get you a drink, baby?" Grace stood at the doorway to my father's office, both of us trying to figure each other out.
"No." I shook my head and averted my eyes from her. I had to find a way to let her go. She didn't deserve to be stuck next to me in the hell that was to always be my life. I reached out as my phone buzzed, seeing a message from Cole. He needed to talk. It could wait. Everything could wait.
"Please talk to me." She walked over to my side of the desk and sank down on her knees as she reached out and ran her hands up my chest. "Please. I love you so much. I'm sorry for everything that's happened, but you're not getting rid of me."
"Grace." I reached out and cupped her beautiful face in my hands before leaning down and pressing my lips against hers. I rolled my tongue deep into her warm, wet mouth before sucking at her bottom lip and enjoying the sound of her whimper. I hadn't touched her in a month, pleasure something I wanted to deny myself of as long as I could. It was sick and wrong, but I was too.
"Baby, open up to me." She pushed me back and crawled up into my lap, sliding her legs around my waist and pressing her breasts to my chest. "I know what all of this means, and I'm right here. Look at me, Erik."
I gazed up into her warm brown eyes as my cock grew hard and my pulse picked up. She smelled so good. Like heaven. "I'll figure out a way to get you out of this. I'm not raising my son with ten guards around us."
"And I'm not raising him without you." She leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose, surprising me a little. "Wake up and take charge of our life. It's the only one we get. If that means you're a fucking mob boss, then so the hell what. At least we can be together. I'm not going anywhere."
"I'm a monster. My father made sure I would always be one." I ran my hands down her back and cupped her perky little ass, gripping it tightly and rolled my hips. "I wanna bury myself so deep inside of you that you whine and beg me to pull back out."
She licked at the side of my throat and rolled her hips. "Do it. I need to feel you so fucking bad right now."
Her nipples pressed against my chest as the scent of her arousal reached my nose and caused my mouth to water.
"I have to collect from Thomas, Grace. I can't wipe that slate clean. That's how this shit works." I cupped her from behind and ran my fingers by her pussy, playing with her lips as she glanced up at me, worry filling her eyes.
"You have to kill him? My brother?"
"No, baby, but my father left explicit instructions as to what your brother's punishment is for stealing from my family." I used my free hand to brush her long dark hair back. "He's going to become a different man because of it, Grace. I can't stop that."
"Just don't kill him, Erik." She leaned in and kissed me softly. "If you could save him, would you?"
"For you? Yes." I lifted her up and sat her on the desk before standing up. "Lay back and open your legs for me."
She moaned low in her chest and laid back, the position jutting out her small breasts and giving me a good view of her swollen stomach. It wasn't too much to notice, but I loved it all the same. Reaching up, I ran my hands over her tits and down to cup her abdomen.
"Wrap your legs around me, kitten." I leaned forward, making sure not to rest on the baby too much. "Forgive me for anything my father leaves me to do. I can ignore the rest of the world, but I could never get past you looking at me with hate or disgust."
I ran my hand over her legs and moved back to undo my slacks. My fingers played along the edge of her panties as I worked my boxer briefs over my hips and took hold of my cock.
"I don't know if I could ever stop loving you." She gripped the edge of the desk and pulled until her ass was hanging off the edge a little.
"It's going to be a bad day for both of us if you ever do." I reached over and grabbed a pair of scissors from my father's desk, cutting her panties straight across the front so I could access her fully.
"Why didn't you just take them off?" She gripped my hands as I pressed into her and growled.
"I wasn't thinking. You do that to me."
Her wetness wrapped around me and the world disappeared for a moment. The sound of her sweet moans mixed with the delicious electricity building in my stomach was enough to force away any tainted thought.
"Do you think some desires are best left uncovered, Erik?" Her question came out in between soft pants and loud moans as I fucked her deep and hard.
"Maybe some are, kitten, but not ours. I'm going to open up every secret place within you and explore it for the rest of our lives."
She screamed my name as I reached up and gripped the base of her throat, her back arching and pussy contracting as she came hard for me.
She would be my comfort. My peace. My kitten.
For the rest of our lives.
No matter what happened.
She was mine. Forever.
The End…
It’s about to get nutty up in here! This story was SO much fun. It shows a glimpse of The Castaletta Syndicate from Chicago (which you’ll see below in the previews) and The Cooper Syndicate from California. Ali and I are thinking about writing the Cooper Syndicate in 2018, and hopefully wrapping up the Castalettas at the end of 2017. We were obviously mafiosos in a former life, or so we tell ourselves. So up next… enjoy these sneak peeks of my other books. Hope you find something you can snuggle up with.
RAS: I have a love for singing Keith Sweat in the car. Ali says that I am tone deaf but I don’t hear it. Someone que the ba-dum-chi drum.