“Ru-rubbing,” she moans.
“Your clit?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Good. Keep rubbing. I want you to do it faster. I want you to close your eyes and think about me with my dick in my hand, getting off on the thought of you naked and bent over for me, your ass even bigger and sweeter now, your hips fuller, more of you to grab and own as I fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”
I can barely talk as I stroke my cock, quick pumps up and down, the base throbbing, my end leaking like a goddamn volcano.
“I need to hear you come,” I growl. “I need you to fucking break for me, Ava. Now.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Now, Ava. I’m going to fucking blow.”
“I’m—cuh-coming…”
I roar as my hand moves like an unstoppable force up and down my dick, so much fire in my steel I can hardly take it, hardly even believe it. It’s like an entire year has fallen away and we’re back in bed together, her lips wrapped around me, her big beautiful breasts bouncing as I rail her.
Come explodes all over my stomach, slipping hotly into the rivulets of my abs.
She moans breathily down the phone.
“Ava?” I say, once both of us have steadied our breathing.
“Hmm,” she says, sounding sexy and tired before she seems to snap to her senses. “That wasn’t…”
“Part of the plan?” I offer.
“No,” she huffs… mad at me, at herself maybe. “It wasn’t.”
“You just do that to me,” I tell her honestly.
There’s a long pause, her breath catching. “Text me the details about tomorrow. Lunchtime works best for me. I’ve got an hour between twelve and one.”
“Okay—”
She hangs up, leaving me covered in my own mess, my chest rising and falling hard. I toss the phone aside and go into the bathroom, catching sight of myself in the mirror. Tall and shining with my own release, my eyes on fire with how badly I need her…
And my cock, so recently drained, is twitching and growing hard again as I think about the way she moaned over the phone.
I step into the shower and turn the water to the coldest setting in an attempt to clear my head.
The next morning, I meet with Tony, Dante, Riccardo, and Enzo in the bakery at the end of the street where I’m staying. These are my most trusted men… apart from Nico, who betrayed me. But what does trust mean these days, exactly?
“We’re going to be staying here a little longer than planned,” I say. “Dante, Tony, your job is to find Nico and bring him to me. You know Nico. He won’t come quietly if he doesn’t want to come. But this is a top priority. Enzo, Riccardo, your job is to follow me… discreetly, at a distance.”
I’m not having a repeat of last year, when those bastards showed up and forced me to run and abandon Ava.
“You got it, cousin,” Tony says, eager to prove himself as usual. “You can count on me… on us. No problem. We’ll find him likethat.” He snaps his fingers, nodding enthusiastically.
“Be careful where you step in this city, especially if you’re venturing onto Hungarian turf.”
“You think they’re out to get us?” Dante asks, cracking his knuckles.
“Last year, I was on their turf when those men came for me. And now someone I care about is involved with Adrian Kovacs, who, as we know, is a friend of the Hungarians.”
“Could be a coincidence,” Riccardo says, shrugging. “Stranger things have happened.”
