For Cam (Chicago Syndicate Book 4) (14 page)

“Never.”

His tongue strokes compellingly through my mouth, as though it needs to be explored and reconquered. In an instant, he brings lascivious memories to the brink of my mind, and we start to rip each other’s clothes off. My arms fly up, and Adriano flings off my blouse without bothering to see where it lands.

“I need to feel close to you again,” I moan and yank his shirt from his pants as he pulls it over his head, toeing off his shoes in the process.

As I unbutton his slacks, he pops open my jeans and unhooks my bra in one flowing motion so that we’re naked within seconds. I flatten my palm against his flesh, reveling in the feel of his muscles flexing and the warmth of his skin against mine, before he grabs my waist and tosses me over the armrest of the chair on my stomach. His hands are everywhere, roaming down my spine, sides, and ass to spread me for his eager, probing tongue. He licks me from my core up, and it’s pure heaven as I sweep my gun and coat to the floor and dig my fingers into the seat cushion, mashing myself against his mouth. I almost come from the sensual assault of his beard tickling me. He tongues me until I’m dripping wet, and without preamble, sinks a finger into my ass. Hot sparks of pain and desire fly through me as he stimulates and possesses me.

While I’m under his salacious spell, he shifts me easily. One minute, he’s behind me, and the next, he’s seating me on the chair, his large hands draping my legs over the armrests. I lean back as he kneels down, drags me to the edge, and tastes me insatiably.

“Ah, fuck!” I scream, whimpering. “You’re always so giving.”

“Only for you.” He slides his tongue along my core while holding my gaze captive. “It’s selfish, sweetheart. I love eating you as much as I love fucking that delectable ass of yours.”

And he cements his mouth on my mound, making my thighs shudder from sheer ecstasy. Then he moves up between my legs, and I bite my lip when his stare travels up my body, leaving a fiery heat in its wake.

“I’m going to take back what’s mine,” he growls. “You.” His fingers begin to spread my wetness to my other entrance, and he grins. “Touch my cock, Cam.”

I obey, fisting his enormous erection while he wildly rubs me. Adriano takes the base of his shaft in his hand, nudging it against my ass. The first shot of pain fades as he moves inside, inch by inch, his face a mixture of hunger and discomfort as he holds back. He bottoms out and rolls his hips as my hands fly above my head to grab the top of the chair. Then he braces himself over me, suckling back and forth between my breasts while pumping inside of me as I watch him with half-lidded eyes, finding his pleasure as his sculpted body slaps against mine.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans.

I drag my nails down the hard muscles of his hips as he thrusts into me and kisses me greedily before he takes my legs by my ankles and scissors them together, leaning back while he kneels on the floor, causing me to feel every inch of him as he moves. He groans and bends forward again, folding me, using me, his hands controlling my motion. It’s hard as usual, passionate, heady, and rough. It’s a reclaiming.

“Take all of me,” he grunts and holds my ankles while pushing me into the padding as I moan.

Then his palms slither down, his fingers pressing more insistently into my thighs as though he wants me to become part of him.

“Yes, yes...oh, yes.”

He shoves my legs apart again and grips my waist right at the curve, slamming me onto his erection three times. And he falls forward, clutching my breast tightly.

“Yeah, you want it, Cam.” A hard kiss is pressed to my mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” I pant against his lips.

Every time he lunges forward, his body rubs intimately against mine, stroking my sex over and over, sending me into a climax that twinkles through every cell and nerve.

Adriano was obviously waiting for me because not a second later, he groans and bites my nipple while pushing deep inside, spending himself. His thrusting slows as he nips my breasts, then up my throat, and buries his face in my neck. As he catches his breath, he slides out and shifts us so that I’m perched on him in the chair with my back to his chest. Adriano nuzzles my hair and holds me tightly while I’m feeling deliciously wrung-out, his semi-hard cock pressing against my ass. He plays with my breasts and caresses me while our breathing settles and we find comfort in each other’s body. First, by a hard fuck, and now, by an embrace that eliminates the distance that was looming between us.

Adriano whispers into my ear, “Serena heard you come.”

I can’t bring myself to speak as his hands languidly trail a path over my sensitive skin. Then he bites my ear while I’m dripping on him.

“You should really throw out this chair,” I mumble with my eyes closed.

I feel his lips curving as he drops a kiss on my shoulder. “Yeah.”

Opening my eyes, I regain enough strength to get up and get moving. “We should dress.”

“Yes, I have an appointment. And I have to take Serena downstairs because I can’t leave her in the security room.”

“I’m going to get a Halloween costume with Fallon, and then I’m off to the hairdresser. Am I meeting you here tonight?”

“No. Wait for me at home. I’ll change there, and we’ll ride back here and walk the red carpet together.”

“I’d like that.” I turn my head to the side and brush the tips of our noses together. “I’ll always be waiting for you at home, you know.”

“And I’ll always come home to you, you know. Let’s promise to never go to bed fighting again. I fucking hated what that did to me,” he confesses in an agonized tone.

And we seal our promise with a kiss. I believe that due to the power of our love, we won’t break our promise. The strength of our love will always keep us together.

Adriano

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C
almness and determination that left my system while Cam and I were at odds returns now that she’s enfolded in my embrace, naked, with my mark in and on her.

Cam stands, and I take a pack of tissues from the drawer. With gentle efficiency, I clean her and help her dress because I can’t take my hands off her. And then I hurriedly shrug on my slacks.

“Wait, Cam.” I stop her as she tucks her arm into her coat, checking and pocketing her gun in an unintentionally sexy move. “What’s your costume?”

“I don’t know yet. Do we need to match?” she asks with anticipation.

“No,” I shoot that down. “I can’t wear a costume that might make me unrecognizable. It’ll be too dangerous in case there’s any trouble. None of the guards will be in costume either. Only the dancers and the waiters.”

“You can go as a Mafia boss. I’ll get you a hat or something,” she teases as I kiss her goodbye.

“Very funny.” I pinch her luscious ass. “I’ll see you later. Be careful.”

“I will. And you can always call your guard if you can’t reach me,” she retorts as a jibe as she struts out.

I brush a hand through my hair, smiling and at ease again because she’s back to bantering with me instead of fighting me. Then I focus back on work so that I can give my full attention to making amends with Cam tonight. This was just a preview of what I have in store for her once we’re home alone, in our bed together, which is my safe place. My safe haven. And to keep my safe place secure, I’ll need to start speeding up several projects. First, Serena and then, Santino.

Jerking open the door to the security room, I command Serena to get up, “Move.”

Struggling with her hands cuffed at her back, she scrambles up and I free her wrists, which she rubs to work out the soreness.

In a hurry, I take my gun and press it into her side. “We’re going downstairs.”

“No.” She digs her heels in. “Adriano, we must talk.”

“You lost your chance to talk when you kissed me.” I force her forward and through the closed club toward the underground floor while trailing right behind her.

Once we’re downstairs, I take her to the hallway that holds five cells, jostling her inside the cell next to Santino’s while she begs, “What’s your plan? I have a business. People will know I’m missing. My girls will know.”

“Do you think I care? I might be persuaded to let you go if I knew what
your
plan was.”

“Oh my fucking god, nothing! There
is
no plan! I simply made a huge error in judgment thinking you were also into me again. I-I never forgot you.”

“What the hell?
You
dumped
me
. But that’s ancient history.”

“Well, not for me.” She’s playing the damsel in distress.

“What did you expect to happen?” I ask incredulously.

“For you to kiss me back, but obviously, you’re in love with her.”

“
Obviously
, yes. And you tried to come between her and me. I don’t tolerate that.”

Jealousy shoots to the surface. “It’s all about her, isn’t it? What does she have that I don’t?”

“My heart, Serena. She has my heart,” I state with certainty.

“I should’ve never left you,” Serena utters.

“You would’ve lost me anyway when I met Cam. I will always choose her over anyone else. And I will
end
anyone who’s a potential threat to her or us.”

Her eyes widen, and she finally grasps that her life is hanging in the balance. “The plan was to hope that you’d fall in love with me so that we could build an empire together.”

“Why kiss me today, out of the blue, though?”

“Because I’m still attracted to you.”

This is going off topic, because something tells me she’s putting on an act. Deciding to discuss Serena with James and Luca later, I stash my gun into my back waistband and stride out into the hallway as she yells and bangs on the door. Serena’s timing has me worried, so I amp up security for tonight’s Halloween party.

Camilla

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I
n a sleek limousine, I sit with my hand entwined with Adriano’s while he’s talking on the phone with Luca to make sure we arrive at the same time as Luca and Fallon. His thumb makes slow swirls over my hand as I think about the burden that’s been lifted from my shoulders since this morning. The last few weeks have been trying for us, but now, nothing stands in the way of my happiness with Adriano. I’d already gathered that our lives would never be simple, and I’ve never been the type of girl to aspire to the dream of two-point-five kids and a house with a white picket fence. I’d rather walk on the wild side with Adriano, who I know will never question my motives again. Adriano isn’t the type of man to make the same mistake twice.

The day has passed in a blur of activity, and the deep emotions he’s revived in me define my mood, so now that we’ve made up, I’m feeling much lighter than I’ve felt in days. We’ve easily reverted back to our usual routine, which is comforting, like everything turned out the way it’s supposed to be.

As a result, I’m looking forward to this party. Adriano’s dashing in his white gangster attire with suspenders that’s completed with a hat that I purchased for him. And I’m wearing a tight-fitting Catwoman outfit with bared arms and a zipper down to my stomach, which has a dipping cleavage and a belt that’s so tight it gives me an hourglass figure, perfected with high-heeled black boots and a leather whip. As a finishing touch, I painted my nails and lips in a dark purple color and have smoky, black cat eyes.

Adjusting my cat ears on top of my head, I notice Adriano fishing his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and taking one out between his teeth. I get his lighter and flick it open, holding the flame to the end of his cig.

“I need five more minutes with my girl,” Adriano speaks into the phone, and we stop before we round the corner to the front entrance of Club 7 as the sexually charged energy that’s persistently around us flares up.

Whether it’s the vast expanse of the club or the smaller space of a vehicle, our connection is always palpable. Permanent. Indestructible.

He casts his phone aside and presses the button to open the window slightly as the smoke floats up from his nostrils. “You look entirely too sexy for me to keep my hands off you.” Calmly, he places his cig in the ashtray on the armrest.

“Does my costume look familiar?”

Recognition flashes across his eyes, then desire burns deep. “Your outfit from the raid.”

He indeed bought a similar outfit, which was a suit that resembled a catwoman costume, for my first assignment.

Adriano moves smoothly, snuggling my cleavage, and I throw off his hat, sifting my fingers into his thick hair as he slides down the zipper. Then he exposes my breasts and sucks my nipple, but he groans when the zipper’s reached its end and he attempts to glide his hand inside, but the uniform is too close-fitting.

“I can’t get to your pussy,” he grumbles, and I laugh.

“And I’m naked underneath,” I tease, and he makes a throaty noise.

“You’re naked? I want to drive my cock inside you so badly. Fuck, Cam. I’m going to walk around with a perpetual hard-on.”

“It took me ten minutes to get into this suit. I’m not taking it off,” I declare.

He leans back, cocking his head, and his mouth pulls up into a lopsided grin. “But...” he prompts.

I can’t deny his magnetic charisma, especially when confronted with the blatant bulge in his pants. “
But
I can take care of you.”

I slither to my knees, situate myself between his legs, and rub his balls while unbuttoning his pants, taking him into my mouth. Both of his hands tangle in my hair as he guides my head, his movements controlled, yet wild. Only I get to see this side of him. I suck Adriano fast and hard, my bare breasts brushing against his thighs as I work him in and out while he watches me intently.

“Oh, fuck.” His eyes fall closed, and he grimaces in pleasure.

When I cup him, my fingernails lightly raking his balls, he growls, giving me all of him.

“Swallow, Cam,” Adriano orders while locking eyes with me as he drives himself into my mouth, bucking his hips and spilling himself entirely. “God, I’ve missed your mouth.”

I comply eagerly and rest my head on his thigh as he strokes my hair, breathing unevenly. After a few silent seconds, I carefully tuck him back in as he pinches my nipples before he zips me back up, and he tells the driver to continue toward the entrance of Club 7.