Trapped in his End Game (Series)

Grabbing her head with both hands, I force myself through her lips into her wet, warm mouth. I close my eyes as I feel her tongue riding underneath. It’s like dipping into a hot bath, immediately pleasurable. Her moist lips are tight around my cock and she doesn’t protest when I bury myself to the hilt. It feels so fucking amazing. I grip her jaw and squeeze as I pulse inside her gaping mouth, until she finally gags. I pull out and give her a moment to breathe.

“Do you like it, baby?”Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She’s so eager to please that I let it slide. She knows that she’s supposed to call me ‘sir.’

“I do. Very much,” I say in a strained voice.

I stroke her cheek before plunging back inside. Her lips are like a ring of pure softness around me, and when she sucks, her cheeks flatten against my cock. Pushing into her wet mouth, she gags again. I slip out and bend down to grab her collar. Still blind, she follows my arms, her mouth still open.

My lips crash over hers. I tongue her bottom lip into my mouth and bite hard, my cock flat against her stomach when she moans into my mouth.

“I want you badly.”

Jesus Christ, I can’t take it when she says things like that.

Her hands grip my waist and move up my torso, her fingernails dragging lightly. She knows it drives me crazy. We break apart and I rip my shirt off my head. Now we’re both naked. The blindfold is still snug over her head. My hands slide down her waist and anchor over her raw ass, lifting her up to throw her over my bed.

I climb over her body, which lays underneath me like a beautiful sculpture. Her hands are limp at her sides, her body slightly curved into an S. She senses my heat above her and her lips part, almost as if my very presence is enough to make her pant. I run my fingers lightly over her breasts, resisting the urge to manhandle them and trace her curves with my tongue and bite down hard. Her skin shivers and she reaches up for my head.

“Please, Vince.”

Fuck, how can I deny her when she does that?

“Please what?” I say in a tight voice.

“Please fuck me.”

The words burst from her mouth in desperation and excite me to my very core. Blood rushes to my cock. It’s involuntary at this point. I move her legs apart and she wraps them around my back.

So willing. It’s hard for me not to give her what she wants, so I give into it.

I impale her in one, swift stroke. The sound she makes as I enter her makes me shudder. Her heat radiates around me, her muscles gripping my cock as I sink into her. When I move back, it’s like her body is trying to pull me back in. I sink back into her delicious warmth, her body soft under mine. Pleasure tingles down the tip of my cock, all the way down my shaft. It urges me on. Faster. Harder.

I grip her tiny waist and pound her pussy, digging every inch of me inside her. She yanks my hair and moans my name, driving me to the edge.

Her breath tickles my ear as I moan into her neck. My cock thickens inside her tight, wet walls as I pound away. My heart rate is jacked and thick breaths leave my mouth. I hold her tight, pulling her hips towards me as our bodies join together. Over and over and over. Ecstasy rips through me, up my abdomen and spine, glowing in my head. My jaw clenches shut and my heart pounds against my chest.

I growl into her neck, the heat building up so high I can barely stand it, and then a jolt shoots through me. My hips ride against her and a loud, ragged sigh leaves my mouth. Hot cum gushes through my shaft with waves of intense pleasure. I press into her, even though I’m already completely buried. Her muscles contract around me, milking me of every drop.

I lay over her body, still buried inside her. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me over and over, and I tug the blindfold from her head. Her warm brown eyes stare at me in a sleepy, deeply satisfied look.

The hot bursts of pleasure sizzle away like fireworks, disappearing into the void. And everything comes back. The pressure. The stress. My guilt over the lies I tell her. The biggest lie I’ve told her is that everything’s fine; we have nothing to worry about.

A long time ago, I accepted that I was already dead. If you accept that you’re already dead, you’ll have nothing to fear. But now she’s in my life, and I can’t just go about life the same way. I can’t not worry about her, because if I die, what’ll happen to her?

You know what will happen.

I roll onto my back and she follows, curling on my chest. She kisses my throat as I swallow hard, staring up at the ceiling. I pray that she doesn’t see anything in my eyes.

No one knows about the feds watching her. Not even Jack. And it has to stay that way; otherwise he’ll kill her.

And probably me, too.

“You’re so quiet,” she says, lifting her head from my chest. “You look worried.”

“Thinking about Jack in the hospital.”

At the mention of his name, her eyes harden. She just doesn’t understand that we all live by the same code. Omerta. The code of honor and silence.

“How can you care about someone who wanted me dead?”

It’s complicated. He’s like a father to me, but it’s more than that. I would follow him into the gates of Hell. Jack helped my mother for many years after my dad’s death. He took me in and gave me a purpose. He even delivered me my dad’s murderer-a retired cop. After he outlived his usefulness, Jack gave me his address.

It was years ago. I went there and waited for him to return home, and when he did I knocked him out. When he woke up, the prick denied he had any involvement.

“I didn’t kill your father,” he kept screaming. I emptied my revolver in his chest and stole the money in his wallet. The bastard didn’t have much to rob.

My father may have been an asshole, but he was still my father. And he deserved justice. I wasn’t close to my father. In my eyes, he was a drunk who beat on Ma, but I was expected to bring him justice.

The same way Adriana’s deserves justice.

Loyalty-that’s what the family is about. Blood, honor, sacrifice, but most importantly-loyalty. Even if I may not always agree with Jack’s decisions, I’ll still obey him.

But I won’t when it comes to her. I know deep down that I could’ve never followed through when Jack wanted me to get rid of her. She’s the only exception.

My chest tightens when I think about it. “He just didn’t trust you, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” She raises herself, her hair falling around her narrowed eyes.

Sometimes, I think she forgets about my line of work.

“I could say the same about your mother,” I remind her gently.

Her eyes look dented with pain and I feel like an asshole, but it’s true. Her mother, that schifosa, tried to have me killed to settle her fucking debts. I wanted to put a bullet in her fucking worthless head, but Adriana was there and she was so upset.

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t be the one who killed her mother.

Her eyes shine when I cup her cheek with my hand.

“I’m sorry.”

The guilt weighs down her voice, but she has no idea how guilty I feel from the constant lies spilling from my mouth, even though I think she suspects. My fiancee isn’t an idiot. She reads the news, but no longer asks me questions.

“I have to pay him a visit. Will you come with me?”