I snatched the napkin from the bar top, yanked my wallet from my back pocket, peeled off a few bills, then slapped them onto the bar top. The dancer glanced at the cash, but I was already walking out the door.
We tore through the streets of Crete, the SUV weaving past mopeds and tourists like they were scenery. My heart was pounding so hard inside my chest. This was it. No more chasing. No more waiting. It was time for him to die.
The high-rise luxury hotel he was staying at was just ahead. It was sleek and modern, different from the other classic buildings around it.
We were out of the SUV as soon as it stopped and entered the hotel lobby drawing the attention of people milling around.
“Let’s take the stairs,” Lorenzo said, looking around at the curious glances.
Three floors. That was it. And I would have the man who caused the love of my life and someone I considered a brother so much pain. No one argued. We moved fast, taking the stairs two at a time as adrenaline moved through our systems.
When we reached the third floor and spilled into the hallway it was silent, but you could feel the energy pulsating as we made our way down the quiet hallway. We stopped in front of Room 304, halfway down the corridor.
The others behind me drew their guns as I slid the keycard into the lock. The soft click sounded so loud in the silence. I cursed under my breath. I hoped he was so drunk or high out of his mind it didn’t alert him.
My pulse thudded in my ears, and I held my breath as I eased the door open inch by inch until my eyes landed on Dorian Drakos sprawled on the bed, shirt half-buttoned, naked below the waist with a woman curled beside him in nothing but a sheet closest to the door, and another woman laying halfway on top of his body, on the other side.
The room smelled of sex and cheap perfume.
I stepped forward until I reached the side of the bed. I placed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. Fury and triumph burned through me.
“Wakey, wakey, motherfucker.”
His eyes opened, and a smile crossed my face when he realized it was me and his death was something he couldn’t run away from anymore.
“It’s time to go, Drakos,” I said with a deadly calm I didn’t feel. “We have some shit to discuss before I kill you then send pieces of your body giftwrapped to your brothers.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Seraphina
He hooks his arm beneath my thigh, lifting it just enough to slip inside me. His hot breath caresses my shoulder as he presses in from behind. I gasp, the sound caught between a whimper and a plea. His hand anchors at my hip, keeping me still as he sinks deeper.
“Just one more,” he murmurs, his voice rough with hunger. “Give it to me, my love. I want to feel you fall apart just one more time.”
His plea coils like a snake around my body and I arch into him, chasing the friction, the fullness, the ache of him filling me. Every movement is his body asking me for more and everymovement of mine is answering by giving into him freely and fully.
“Sergio,” I moan. “Fuck me.”
“That’s it my love. Give in to me.”
He doesn’t rush as my arousal rises. He just watches and listens to the way my breath hitches, the way my fingers clutch the sheets, and the way my pussy pulls him in deep.
His reaches around me, then rubs light circles over my clit.
“Come for me, baby.” He shifts his hips and lifts my leg higher. “Come all over my dick. I need to feel it.”
“Fuck, Sergio!”
I cry out as the wave of nothing but pure ecstasy tears through me. My body arches and trembles as he releases a deep, guttural groan behind me like he’s never felt a better feeling than me coming.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathes, his voice thick with lust. “God, that’s it.”
His hands tighten, one at my waist, the other splayed across my belly like he’s holding on for dear life.
“Sera.”
As my name leaves his lips, he pulses inside me and it feels like every nerve in my body is singing as I slump against him. Sergio doesn’t move. He just stays pressed against me like he’s breathing me in.
