Chapter 131: 131 ~ Jace
I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to melt into her skin and live there forever. That’s how close I wanted to get.
Watching her get an orgasm from me tongue fucking her made my cock strain my pants. Mira was too much of a beauty to behold. I wanted to sink into her until she would forget everything else and the only word she would be able to whisper was my name.
I lifted her off the table, carrying her in my arms like a child.
"We need to clean this up," she said looking back the polished table that was slicked up by the evidence of her release.
"Let’s worry about that later," I rasped out, even more turned on by the sight of her cum. I wanted to see her do that again and again.
We were in my bedroom within a minute.
Gently placing her on the bed, I let her unbuckle my pants as she locked her lips with mine again.
"I need to return the favor," she said in a sultry whisper, kneeling on the bed as she took the full length of my cock in her mouth.
I shut my eyes and threw my head back as the warmth of her mouth engulfed me.
The way her mouth worked rewired my brain cells.
"Fuck!" I groaned, fisting her hair as her head moved back and forth.
When I blew my load, she swallowed every bit of it, turning me on even more.
I slipped into her dripping wet pussy and almost came again due to how tight she was.
Her moans were like music to my ears, and the sight of breasts bouncing as I fucked her was too much of a beauty to behold.
Making sure her legs were securely wrapped around me, I dug deeper until she was screaming in pleasure.
"What’s my name?" I rasped before sucking on her nipples.
"Daddy," She moaned. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
Her nails raked down my back, dragging fire through my skin. I pressed harder into her, every thrust shaking the headboard against the wall, but it still wasn’t enough. It never was.
I couldn’t get deep enough. Couldn’t get close enough.
Mira’s mouth opened on a gasp, her head tipping back, and I swallowed that sound like it belonged to me. Because it did. She did.
Then and there I realized one thing;
The rest of the world could burn — Ricardo, Massimo, Giulietta, the empire I was dismantling piece by bloody piece. But right here, in this bed, she was the only thing that mattered. The only thing I couldn’t let go.
Her body clenched around me, pulling me tighter, dragging me toward that edge, and the thought clawed into my skull: If anything happens to her, I’ll raze this city until the streets run red.
I slammed into her harder, chasing the rhythm, until my name ripped from her throat like a prayer and a curse all at once. That sound broke me. I spilled into her with a guttural groan with forehead pressed to hers and my chest heaving.
I stayed buried inside her, refusing to move. Because when I pulled out, the cold would come. And I wasn’t ready to let it.
Not yet.
We were supposed to be okay. In fact we were fine. If at all we had any problems, this was the perfect makeup sex but I didn’t want to get my hopes knowing that she could just wake up one day and leave me.
I had faced several terrifying situations in my life but this... It was one of my greatest fears and no matter how I tried to pretend it didn’t exist I couldn’t suppress it.
"I love you," I said as I watched her doze off.
"I love you." She whispered back, touching my face tenderly.
The cold did come. It always did.
By midnight, I was across town, suit pressed and my mask back in place. My tucked under my jacket. Luca’s message had been clear: Enzo took the bait. He’s on his way.
Perfect.
The idiot flew into USA just hours prior without his father’s knowledge. Too bad.
I waited in the dim light of the warehouse, the stink of oil and rust was thick in the air.
The false "contact" I’d set up was nothing but shadows and silence. Enzo strutted in like he owned the place. His leather shoes were clicking and the arrogance dripping off him in waves.
"Where’s my buyer?" he demanded, voice sharp.
"Right here," I said, stepping out from behind a pillar.
The look on his face was a flicker of realization accompanied by a twitch of fear before he masked it. I felt a sense of fulfillment wash over me. It was worth every second of planning.
"Cousin Jacopo," he said smoothly, though I saw the nerves in the way his hand twitched at his side. "This is unexpected."
"Not really." My voice was calm, flat. "You’ve been running your mouth, Enzo. Selling out your blood to Massimo. Even your own father. Did you think it wouldn’t reach me?"
He laughed, but it was hollow. "You’re mistaken."
I tossed the forged papers onto the table between us. His eyes darted down, recognition flickering. The silence stretched.
"You bastard! My father would never believe you over me."
I shrugged. "Maybe. Too bad he won’t know the truth now."
And then I shot him. Once between the eyes. It was quick, clean and merciless.
His body hit the concrete with a dull thud, blood spreading like spilled wine.
I holstered the gun, leaning down just long enough to whisper, "Betrayal always ends this way."
By the time Ricardo heard, Enzo would already be cold. And grief was the best weapon to gut a man like him.
I straightened my jacket, stepped over the body, and walked out without looking back.
One down, few more to go.
I didn’t slow down as I stepped out of the warehouse. The night air hit my face. It was sharp and damp, carrying the faint stench of blood from the floor I’d just left behind. My cousin’s blood. My family’s blood.
It didn’t matter.
I swallowed as the thoughts weighed on my chest.
Enzo had crossed a line, and when you do that in my world, there’s no forgiveness. There’s only consequence.
I fished my phone from my jacket and dialed without hesitation. Luca picked up on the second ring. His voice was alert/
"It’s done," I said. No need for pleasantries. "Burn everything. No loose ends. And make sure Ricardo hears about it from the streets before I ever have to open my mouth."
There was a pause, then his steady reply: "Capisco."
I ended the call and slid the phone back into my pocket, as my chest rose with a deep, controlled breath.
One problem erased. Another seed of war planted. That’s how the game was played.
But as I walked to the car, my mind betrayed me, pulling me back to the image of Mira beneath me earlier. The picture of her nails raking down my back, her voice breaking on my name. She was fire and salvation, and I had taken her like a drowning man gasping for air.
Now I had blood on my hands, and all I wanted was to touch her again.
The driver’s eyes flicked to me in the rearview mirror when I slid into the backseat. He didn’t ask questions. He knew better. Then engine hummed to life, and the city blurred past, a smear of lights and shadows.
I leaned my head back against the seat with my jaw tight. If Mira ever found out what I had done tonight, what I was capable of, would she recoil? Or would she already know? Maybe she saw through me more than I realized. Maybe she always had.
I was a mafia don. Of course I had blood on my hands. She had never seen me kill anyone but she was well aware of what my job entailed.
By the time we pulled into my building’s parking lot, dawn was bleeding into the horizon. The guards on night duty nodded as I stepped in, but I barely acknowledged them. My feet carried me up the stairs on instinct, down the hall to my bedroom.
The bedroom door creaked softly as I opened it.
Mira was still asleep, her body curled on my side of the bed, as though she’d been reaching for me in my absence. The sheet slipped down her shoulder, baring the curve of skin I’d kissed hours before.
I stood there for a long moment, silent, staring at her. The warmth she gave me and the coldness I carried inside me didn’t belong in the same world. Yet here we were.
I stripped off my jacket, the scent of smoke and iron still clinging to it, and slid beneath the sheets. She stirred faintly, a soft sound leaving her lips, but she didn’t wake.
I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, whispering against her skin, "Perdonami, amore."
And for the first time that night, I closed my eyes and slept.