Breathless & Bloodstained (The Chicago War #4) (14 page)

“Don’t do that for
me, Tommy.”

“Don’t ask me not
to.”

Abriella frowned.
“I don’t want—”

“I know what you
don’t want. You don’t want people hurting, you want to go back to living in
your pretty gilded cage where safety is a lie, and where everyone believes that
we’re all compliant, happy little sheep. That place doesn’t exist, Abriella. It
never has. Glass houses only stay standing until rocks start getting thrown. I
want you. That’s the one thing in my goals that has never changed. Just you,
babe.”

“Just me?”

Why did she like
that so much?

“Always you,
Ella.”

“I’ve never been a
sheep,” Abriella whispered as Tommas’ thumb trailed over her bottom lip with a
tender swipe. “You know that.”

He laughed
huskily. “No, I guess not. My little rebel Trentini queen, right?”

“Don’t call me
that.”

“You like it.”

“I—”

“Love it,” he
murmured.

Abriella sucked in
a sharp breath when Tommas pushed her back into the wall with a hard thud.
“I’ve chosen to ignore it, actually.”

“You’re so good at
lying, baby.”

“I learned from
the best, Tommy.”

“Don’t ask me not
to fight for this,” he said, pressing his body to hers.

Every single inch
of Abriella reacted to the pressure of Tommas’ frame pinning her to the wall.
From her fast breaths, to the pulsing between her thighs, she wanted him. It
came on fast, like it usually did. It was almost always overwhelming for her.

Like a fucking
hunger she couldn’t control.

“You’re so bad for
me,” Abriella told him.

He could kill her.
Ruin her. Hate her. Hurt her.

All it would take
was a few words whispered to the wrong person, and Tommas could destroy
Abriella like it was nothing.

But she knew he
wouldn’t.

He loved her.

“You’re the best
thing for me,” Tommas said lowly. “And you know that’s why you can’t ask me to
stop fighting for this—for us. I know what you want. Give me time.”

Wasn’t time
running out?

Abriella decided
to ignore her inner voice.

Her heart spoke
louder.

“I came here
today, didn’t I?”

Tommas grinned a
dangerous sight. It was enough to make her panties wet.

“You did,” he
said. “You didn’t know it, but I needed you to do that, Ella. Come here, I
mean.”

“Me, too.”

The words barely
escaped before Tommas’ mouth was crushing down on hers. Sucking in a gulp of
air, Abriella’s lips opened the second Tommas’ tongue struck against the seam
of her mouth, demanding entrance. There was no asking for her kiss, he simply
took it with hard strikes of his tongue and the nip of his teeth to her lips.

He marked her with
his kiss; he owned her.

Tommas’ hands
grabbed onto her jaw and his fingertips bit into her cheeks. Abriella tilted
her head back a second before Tommas’ digits began to roam over her neck.

Christ.

She couldn’t
breathe again.

It was crazily
familiar.

His dark eyes
watched her like she was prey, his kiss turned harder, and the scruff on his
jaw was sure to leave marks behind. It was so good, and her body trembled under
his weight.

“Missed you,”
Tommas breathed, peppering softer kisses along the seam of her lips.

“I missed you.”

“I needed you,
Ella. I need this—
you
. Forever, babe.”

God
.

It was terrifying
and lovely.

She needed this,
too.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“B
e careful.”

Tommas barely even
heard Abriella’s whisper as he lifted her effortlessly against the hallway
wall. She was mumbling about something or other when he kissed her quiet. He
loved all her sounds, particularly the ones she made when he was fucking her,
but he wasn’t even at that point, yet.

“Tommas …”

He forced her head
back so he could stare down into her ice-blue gaze. He grabbed her throat tight
in one hand, and her chin in his other. She would feel the imprint of his
fingers pressing into her skin for days, like invisible fingerprints had been
left all over her body.

Tommas had gotten
smarter over the years where sex with Abriella was concerned. Once, he’d left a
mark on the spot behind her ear, red and clear from his teeth and lips, and
someone had seen it. Joel, probably. Abriella never really said. She simply
asked him not to do it again, because she couldn’t explain something so obvious
away to others.

He hadn’t minded
correcting that for her.

Marks that could
be felt but not seen were far more effective between them. He would fuck her
hard enough that she could feel him long after he was gone. He would leave bite
marks on her inner thighs, ones that would fade but a sting would remain, and
his kisses would cover every inch of her.

It allowed Tommas
to wonder … When she wasn’t with him, did she still touch the spots that he
had? Did she wear the invisible aches and marks with her usual pride because he
left them on her to keep until the next time?

“Christ, Tommy,”
Abriella mumbled as he nipped a path along her collarbones. Her back arched off
the wall while her legs tightened around his waist. Tommas drove his hands down
her sides and fisted her shirt. All the blood in his body was rushing straight
down to his cock, making him sore and as hard as fucking steel. “You
shouldn’t—”

“Shut up and let
me love you.”

“But your rib.”

“No hits. No
pressure. No sleeping on my stomach. No wrapping them. I was told nothing about
fucking someone, Abriella.”

“Someone?”

Tommas couldn’t
have missed the heat in her tone for a second. Popping his head up to meet her
gaze, he smirked. “You, not someone.”

“Better be
only
me, Tommy. I would rip out a bitch’s throat if I found out otherwise.”

Tommas didn’t
question her on it. Abriella was horribly jealous where other women were
concerned. Not that Tommas had any other women, but he worked in places where
he employed a lot of younger females. Abriella never hid her contempt for those
women whenever they were around.

“You’re pretty
when you’re jealous, Ella.”

“You’re an asshole
when you’re jealous.”

Tommas flashed a
smile. “I know. And you love it.”

Abriella didn’t
say a thing. Instead, she ground her jean clad hips into his growing erection, making
a wave of pleasure course through Tommas’ cock and straight down into his
balls.

“Jesus,” he
breathed, wanting more of that.

“You might
aggravate your rib, Tommy.”

“It’s not broken.
It’s a very small fracture. It has little to nothing to do with how badly I
want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing the very life out of me while I fuck you
raw. It’s not going to make a difference to how hard I fuck you, how loud you’re
going to scream for me when I put you on your knees, or how many times you come
today. It isn’t. Okay, Ella?”

Abriella blinked,
her pretty pink lips falling open. “Okay.”

Her breathless
response only made Tommas harder. He reached up and swept his thumb over her
bottom lip. Her tongue struck out to taste his skin, and then she moaned when
Tommas flexed his hips into her center.

“Not another
fucking word about my rib,” he warned.

Dark lashes fanned
her cheeks when Abriella closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. “Nothing. I
promise.”

Tommas never knew
Abriella to follow the rules, but he believed her this time. Stepping back,
despite how much he hated to let her go, Tommas helped Abriella drop back down
on the floor safely. A twinge of pain reminded him that his rib was still
tender, but that was about it. The pain killer he’d downed with his breakfast
would keep that nonsense at bay for another couple of hours.

“How long do you
have?” Tommas asked.

Abriella smiled. “Most
of the day.”

“Are you sure?”

“Technically, I’m
supposed to be doing catch up work for school which isn’t even in-class work. I
could be anywhere doing that, Tommy. It’s not my fault that my enforcer drives
like an eighty-year-old woman.”

Tommas laughed
hard. “Get upstairs. You better be fucking naked before your back hits my bed,
Ella, or I’ll turn your sweet ass red.”

Abriella bit her
bottom lip and grinned sinfully. “Promise?”

Good God
.

This woman would
kill him someday.

Tommas was sure of
it.

“
Go
.”

Abriella’s gaze
widened at his husky order before she turned to disappear around the corner
leading to the entryway and stairwell. Tommas took his time to grab the gun on
the table and the bandage that Abriella had dropped. He put the bandage on the
table and slipped the gun into the waist band of his sleep pants.

Satisfied that he
had given his lover enough time to follow his demands, Tommas turned the corner
to take the stairs. He froze at the bottom of the stairwell at the sight of
Abriella waiting for him at the top.

She was naked but
for a black lace thong. She’d let her hair out of its messy bun, and the waves
drifted far below her shoulders to cover her breasts. With the tip of her thumb
stuck between her teeth, and a wicked smile curving her lips, she looked like
sin.

Sex.

Heaven.

And
sin
.

“That is not my
bed,” Tommas said, taking the first few steps.

Abriella shrugged.
“You’re not upstairs yet, Tommy.”

“And you’re not
completely naked, Ella.”

“I’m working on
it.”

Tommas licked his
bottom lip and sucked in a hiss of air. “Work faster.”

Once he was at the
middle of the stairwell, Tommas stopped walking. Abriella had dropped her hand
from her mouth to hook her thumbs under the waistband of her thong. With slow,
unhurried movements, she pulled the lace down around her thighs. A simple shimmy
of her hips, and the thin scrap of fabric fell on the floor.

“I’m keeping those
now,” Tommy told her.

“What, like a
memento?”

“Something like
that. I have five steps left before you need to be on my bed, Ella.”

“Maybe you should
walk a little faster.”

The peach and
cream tone of her skin was highlighted by the morning winter light filtering in
through the upstairs windows in the hallway. It bathed her in color and warmth,
showcasing every beautiful curve and dip of her body.

Perfection in
flesh and blood.

That’s what
Abriella was for him.

Young. Vibrant.

Vital to his life.

Taking the last few
steps two at a time, Tommas pulled his gun from his pants, set it down
carefully on the step, and then fisted the waistband of his sleep pants. He shoved
them down roughly. The moment his foot hit the second level, Abriella turned on
her heel and shot for the bedroom with a breathless laugh tumbling from her
lips. Kicking off the only article of clothing he had on, Tommas grabbed the heavy
length of his erection in his palm and stroked his cock.

By the time he
stepped into the bedroom, Abriella was on his bed like he had told her to be.
She wasn’t on her back, but he let that go considering she was on all fours
with her sweet little ass high in the air. Tossing him a heated glance over her
shoulder, Abriella winked.

“God, that took
you long enough.”

“You’re such a
fucking smart mouth,” Tommas growled. “Always teasing me like you do. I think
you do it just to see how far you can push before I snap. You like that, Ella.
You always have.”

“I know. It’s
wonderful.”

“What’s wonderful
is when I fill it full, Ella. And I think I might just do that, babe. Make you
get down on the floor, fill your mouth, and make you serve me like you do. Strip
you of everything just the way you like, fuck your throat until your eyes
water, and watch you lick me fucking clean.”

She groaned low,
the sound originating from deep within her chest. “Is that how you want to do
this, then?”

“No.”

Her gaze met his.

“No?”

At the foot of the
bed, Tommas stopped walking. He was close enough to Abriella that he could
reach out and touch her if he wanted.

“No,” he repeated.

“But—”

Tommas didn’t give
her a chance to argue with him. Reaching out, he snagged her ankles in his palm
and yanked her to the edge of the bed before she could react. Abriella’s gasp
echoed in the room as her hands flew out to find purchase on the bed. She came
up empty as her hair billowed out in all directions.

Pinning her flat
on her stomach, Tommas climbed on the edge of the bed so that his legs kept
Abriella in place and unable to move while his hands could wander. His palm
skimmed up her back while his other reached back to slide between her thighs.

He found her wet,
hot, and sensitive to the touch. She jerked with a loud cry the moment his
fingertips came in contact with her wet slit. Stroking her from the entrance of
her pussy up to her hard little clit, he felt her body shudder beneath him. She
squirmed under his weight, and soft whimpers muffled into the bedsheets.

This was how he
liked her. Under his control. However he wanted to take her. Obedient in a way,
but defiant all the same. Dirty, begging for it, and a little crazy.

She liked it, too.

To be used.

To be his.

Even if it hurt. Even
if she would be called a slut for it. Even if it left them filthy deep in their
souls.

She wanted it.

“I need—”

“What, Ella?” he
interrupted darkly. “To move, to be fucked, or to come? All of the above?”

“Oh, Christ.”

“No,
Tommas
.”

His words were
punctuated by two of his digits thrusting hard into her pussy. Knuckle deep,
her walls flexed around his intrusion while her honeyed juices slicked up his
fingers and palm. His other hand grasped the back of her neck when she tried to
push up from the bed. Her shoulders strained while her cries turned louder,
sweeter. The pace of his fingers fucking her was brutal and fast, no mercy. He
wanted her to come pinned down like she was, unable to control herself, and
then he needed her to beg for more.

It got him off
like nothing else.

Tommas got his
wish.

Abriella’s orgasm
came on fast and hard as she shook under him. Her tartly sweet-smelling arousal
soaked him wonderfully. Nothing was better than feeling her break apart around
him.

“Tommas …
please
…”

As quickly as he’d
climbed on the bed to hold her down, Tommas stepped back off it. Abriella
sucked in a gulp full of air as her fingers curled tightly into the bedsheets.

“Love it when you
do that to me,” she breathed.

Tommas laughed
quietly. “I know, baby.”

“Drives me crazy.”

Before she had
even fully caught her breath and recovered, Tommas was pulling Abriella back to
the edge of the bed again. He let her feet drop on the floor. Next to whatever
grip she could get on the bed, it was the only stability she would have when he
fucked her.

She liked it
better when he had all the power.