Breathless & Bloodstained (The Chicago War #4) (39 page)

“Ever?” she asked.

“Ever,” he
confirmed, dragging his digits through her folds again.

Slowly, Tommas
eased his fingers into her clenching pussy, keeping his gaze up on her all the
while. Abriella practically fell onto his hand, rolling her hips into his touch
to get more. She needed him deeper, filling, stretching, and fucking her until
this awful day was over and she didn’t have to go back.

“What do you want,
hmm?” Tommas asked, leaning forward to kiss her bare thigh.

“I want you to
make me scream until my throat is raw, fuck me all night, and put me to bed
when I can’t hold my own weight up anymore.”

Tommas smirked a
sexy sight. “That’s quite a list.”

“It’s a reasonable
one. I don’t ask for more.”

“True.”

Abriella trembled
as his fingers worked her pussy hard with deep, quick thrusts. Tommas would
press into her wet, tight walls every so often, like he was reminding her that
he knew the exact spot to make her come in seconds if he wanted to. She could
hear the sound of her wet pussy sucking in his fingers, and she could smell the
tartly sweet aroma of her own arousal wafting upwards.

Staring down at
her lover, watching him so enraptured with her pleasure he was creating,
Abriella realized something. She didn’t have to hide him anymore. They didn’t
have to play pretend on safe weekends, run between apartments for an hour of
time together, or act like they weren’t totally and completely in love with one
another.

It released every
bit of worry and pain in her heart.

All of it was
gone.

“Come on, Ella,”
Tommas urged, his teeth scraping her thigh as he spoke. “Your pussy is so
tight, baby, fucking me damn good. I want your come on my fingers before I drag
you down to this floor and fuck you just the way you like.”

“Like your dirty
little slut.”

Her words came out
as a breathless, shaking whisper.

His fingers worked
her harder, scissoring on the withdrawal and curling on the thrust. He was
going to make her come fast and rough, like his touch. 

Tommas’ grin
deepened into something wicked. “But I love you that way, Ella. Nobody else
gets to see you like that, or have you begging for their cock to fuck you until
you see stars while their fingers are knuckle deep in your ass. Nobody but me
gets to leave bite marks on your body. Just me, sweet girl. You’ve only ever
been mine.”

He was so right,
it was scary.

It was wonderful,
too.

“There, Tommy,”
Abriella mumbled. “I’m right there …”

Tommas’ fingers
dug into her inner thigh. “This is mine, Ella, so fucking give it to me or I’ll
take it from you.”

She came with a
loud whine, her body uncoiling with release as pleasure licked up her spine,
stabbed in her womb, and sparks flew behind her lids. She nearly sobbed her way
through the orgasm, it felt that fucking good. She had needed it so bad that
once it was raging through her bloodstream, she couldn’t feel anything else.

She barely even
felt Tommas’ fingers leave her sex.

The sound of
shuffling fabric resounded in the background of her dazed thoughts, while her
vision was hazy from unshed tears.

Then, Abriella was
being pulled away from the wall and pushed on the floor without a word. Broken
items and clothes were pushed aside as Tommas rolled Abriella to her back. His
nakedness covered her form heavily, taking away her breath again.

His hands held her
face while his mouth descended on hers. His second kiss wasn’t like the
first—it was softer, sweeter, and he took his time loving her mouth with his
own. The coolness of the floor soothed the war heating up her body.

The darkened blue
of Tommas’ gaze pinned her on the floor as he pushed up and hovered over her.

“Thank you for
choosing me,” Tommas murmured.

Abriella blinked,
letting the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes fall from her lids. “All
I had to do was find a way.”

“I know, baby.”

“I still don’t
want to feel right now,” she admitted.

“You don’t have
to.”

“Make it stay
away, Tommy.”

His fingers traced
her lips. “Only for a short while.”

“It’s enough.”

He hooked her legs
around his waist, and positioned the head of his cock at her slit. Abriella
tilted her hips up, feeling the tip of his member fill her entrance with just
enough of him to make her crave more. Her body reacted to anything he gave,
whenever he gave it to her. With a press of her heels to his back, his hips
flexed forward and his cock buried deep into her soaked, tender sex.

Tommas’ hands
grabbed her inner thighs and pushed her legs wide until her muscles burned. She
shook under the weight and pain, still wanting more.

“Ask me for it,”
Tommas whispered.

Abriella arched
off the floor, a delicious coil tightening in her stomach. “Fuck me good.”

“And hard.”

“So deep, Tommy. I
want to feel it in my fucking bones.
Please
.”

Abriella didn’t
get a warning before her lover started a pace that drove her body into the
floor with every thrust. Tommas’ hand found her throat, and grabbed tight
enough to make her eyes fly open to find him watching her from up above. She
loved his hands on her neck, holding her still and keeping her stare on only
him while he fucked her.

Tommas didn’t show
her mercy when he took her like this. It was brutal between them with her
fingernails cutting into his wrist, her teeth biting into her lip, and his
hands holding her down while he fucked her like she was a damned animal for his
taking.

A mate.

The one perfect,
forever person in the world meant just for her.

Nobody had to
understand them.

She only wanted
him.

Swallowing her
emotions, and taking in the sensations of being filled, stretched, and fucked
to yet another completion, Abriella gasped for air. She took in the smell of
her lover, the feeling of the cold floor bruising her back, and the orgasm
building.

Tommas’ muscles
jumped under her touch, and his eyes blazed with lust and love.

“Don’t you want
this again?” Ella asked, taunting him. “Don’t you want to make me come again?”

He laughed darkly.

“It’s all mine
anyway, girl.”

“Then make me give
it to you, Tommy.”

Abriella felt him
pull from her body a second before she was flipped over to her knees. There was
glass shards on the floor and a mess all around them. Her palms slipped and
scraped. Pain walked with bliss. Like Tommas always had done with her, he
didn’t treat her like a china doll. Tommas’ hands pressed to her shoulders and
forced her upper body on the floor while her ass was high. She couldn’t move.

She loved it.

All she needed was
his cock driving into her again and she would fly. Before he started pounding
into her again, she felt the tips of his fingers, the ones he’d used to fuck
her with, press into the tight hole of her ass. Abriella sucked in a sharp
whine as his fingers sunk into her ass, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and
making her burn all over.

Then, he started
fucking her. Filling her pussy and her ass at the same time. Stretching her
open and using her for what he wanted, for what his body needed. Abriella knew
by the end of it, she would have what she needed, too.

“Your ass is
fucking beautiful, Ella, but it needs to be a little redder.”

Abriella’s moan
melted into a shuddering cry when his palm slapped down across her ass hard. It
was followed by another harder, faster swat. Her skin burned with a sweet sting.

It was pain.

It was dirty.  

It was fucking
bliss.

“Take it from me,
Tommy,” Abriella begged.

His fist curled
into her hair, pulling hard. His cock pounded into her harder, making her knees
scrape against the floor. There were security cameras on them. They were in
full view of the mansion’s large front bay windows.

She didn’t give a
single fuck.

How could she?

Tommas’ whispers
of
come on my cock, girl
and
make me fucking come, Ella
as he
fucked her like that’s all she was good for and it’s all she needed were the
only things she could hear and think about. It was the only thing she cared
about.

Pleasure raged. It
stabbed through her body until she couldn’t breathe, her throat was raw from
crying out and calling his name. Her orgasm went on and on, like it wasn’t
going to fucking end.

Then, he was
pulling on her hair harder.

“Ask me for it,”
Tommas demanded.

Abriella sucked in
a breath. “
Please
.”

“Ask me.”

“Give it to me,
please.”

She knew it was
coming. His loss of control. The shake in his hand tangled in her hair and the
groan in his throat.

“Make me fucking
come,” Tommas growled out.

“Please give it to
me, Tommy.”

A few more strokes
was all he needed. She could tell by the tension in his muscles and the way he
grunted his words. His groan was thick, drawn out, and rumbling straight from
his chest.

“Jesus, Ella …
baby
… Christ.”

Then he was
pulling out, and his come painted her back in warm, thick streams.

Her pain was gone instantly.
Her thoughts were lost.

All she felt was
him on her body.

He’d used her
dirty, on a floor of broken memories.

And that was
exactly what she needed.

“Get dressed,”
Tommas said.

Abriella glanced
up from the mug of coffee she was hugging to her chest. In a too-large sweater
and leggings, she was huddled in the corner of the couch, watching reruns and
ignoring phone calls.

She’d done her
thing, talked to police, kept a low profile, and everything else that was asked
of her. She planned two funerals, made face to bury her father and brother a
week after they had died, and didn’t say a bad word about either.

Abriella just
wanted to hide away for a little bit longer.

Tommas was at her
side every step of the way.

“What?” Abriella
asked.

Tommas lifted his
wrist and checked his watch. “It’s seven. You need to get dressed.”

It was only then
that Abriella noticed her lover was dressed in a suit that hugged his fit frame
perfectly and made him look all the more sexy. He looked fit for the position
he had taken over in the Outfit as the boss of the operation. Tommas had always
looked the part, but the years of learned confidence and his current happiness
radiated off him and made it all the more apparent.

How was this man
hers?

It was something
entirely different to wake up to this man day after day. It didn’t feel new, if
that made sense. It simply seemed like Tommas had filled the hole in Abriella’s
life that she always knew was missing.

Surreal, yes, but
lovely.

“For what?”
Abriella asked.

“It’s Sunday.”

“So?”

“Church,” Tommas
clarified.

Abriella opened
her mouth to argue, but his raised hand stopped her before she could get a word
in edgewise.

“Before you
start,” Tommas said, “you should consider something.”

“Like what?”

“Like the fact I
have to do certain things because of who I am now, Ella. I have to go to
church, talk to my men, see their families, and go to dinner when I am invited.
I have let you hide away for two weeks and do whatever it was that you needed
to feel better, and get back to yourself. You’re my girl, and I really need you
to start realizing that and show everyone else that you know who and what you
are to me.”