I smiled against his mouth and kissed him again, harder this time, before pulling away once more. Taunting him. Torturing him. I began to ride him faster, shaking the heavy wooden headboard against the cabin wall with every aggressive bounce of my ass.
His big hands slid up to clutch my breasts, his thumbs dragging rough, demanding circles over my hard nipples. He pinched and rolled the sensitive peaks just right, sending white-hot electric sparks straight down to my clit.
“Slow down,” he rasped, his voice strained to the breaking point. “Baby, slow down—”
I smirked and sped up instead, slamming down on his shaft harder, taking every single inch he had to give.
“Jamie—fuck—” His head fell back into the pillows, his hips jerking up desperately to meet me.
I leaned down and finally gave him the deep kiss he was starving for, sucking on his tongue while I clenched my inner muscles tightly around him. His hips bucked wildly beneath me, completely losing his grip on his restraint. I scratched my nails down his chest, hard enough to leave angry red marks. He hissed, but his dick only throbbed harder inside my walls.
“That’s it,” I breathed, riding him faster. “Let me have it.”
He pinched my nipples harder, twisting them just right. The sudden rush of pleasure-pain made my pussy flutter around him, squeezing him like a vice. I sliced my nails down his shoulders as my orgasm built fast, vicious, and unstoppable.
“Jamie—I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his voice breaking entirely. “Fuck, I’m right there… Let me cum in you.”
Before I could even think about pulling back to save myself, his large hands shot up to grab my face, locking me in place. Hecrushed his mouth to mine, kissing me hard and desperate as he shattered. A guttural groan tore from his throat into my mouth while his dick pulsed deep inside me, filling me with hot, thick, heavy spurts of cum.
I kept riding him right through his release, moving slow and deep, swallowing every broken sound he made until his entire body was trembling beneath mine.
But the second the pleasure haze cleared from my brain, reality slammed brutally back into my chest. The targets on our backs didn't disappear just because we were fucking. I shoved against his heavy shoulder and slid out of the tangled sheets to stand up.
“Where are you running off to?” Vinny’s voice was rough with post-coital satisfaction, his hand automatically reaching out to catch my hip.
I jerked my wrist away from his reach, stepping backward. “We’ve been holed up in this cabin for seven days since we should have been gone, Vinny. Pretending everybody in the underworld isn't actively hunting us down. We need to move. And you need to hear this plan before we do.”
I didn't wait around for his response. I marched into the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the scalding hot water scrub away the physical evidence of our distraction. As the steam filled the small room, I braced my hands against the wall, forcing my head back into the game.
When I stepped back out, I barely bothered to secure the towel around myself before marching over to the heavy duffel bag resting near the door.
Vinny hadn't moved an inch from the mattress. He was still shirtless, his dark eyes tracking my every movement with a lazy, possessive hunger as the towel slipped dangerously low on my hips.
"Focus," I snapped, dropping heavily into the wooden chair directly across from him.
"I'm listening," he said, though his gaze remained locked onto my chest.
"Bullshit. You're staring at my tits."
His mouth quirked into a slow smirk. "Same thing."
"Vinny."
The sharp, icy edge in my tone finally snapped him out of it. His eyes cleared instantly, the lingering haze replaced by a cold, lethal intensity. I pulled two battered notebooks and a leather-bound ledger from the depths of the duffel. The pages were worn and yellowed from years of handling, packed to the margins with meticulous notes in my tight handwriting.
“I’ve been keeping records of my family's activities since I was sixteen years old,” I said, opening the largest notebook and turning it toward him. "This is my brother's hit list. Every single man, woman, or child my father pointed him at and saidgo kill. A lot of very powerful, very dangerous people would burn the East Coast to the ground to get their hands on this. I'm giving my daddy one choice… let me walk away forever, or I dismantle his entire empire by Friday."
Vinny studied the pages, waiting for me to finish.
"I'll try reasoning with him first," I admitted, looking down. There wasn’t any love lost between us, but he was still my father; I didn’t want to see my own blood dead if I could avoid it. "But if it comes down to choosing between us or him..." I snapped my eyes back up, locking onto Vinny’s gaze so he could feel the absolute sincerity in my bones. "I won't choose him."
Vinny stood up suddenly, crossing the space between us in two long, fluid strides. He was still entirely naked, his heavy dickbrushing against his thigh, completely unbothered by his own lack of clothing. Before he could reach out and pull me back into his chest, I pulled the burner phone from the duffel's side pocket and held it up.
"Listen. This is Samuel," I said, unlocking the screen. "Virginia's little lapdog. Moses called in an old favor—turns out those two go way back in the day." I hit play on the audio file.
Samuel's distorted voice crackled through the cheap speaker:"...didn't want to do it, man. Delilah was okay, you know? But Virginia gave the direct order. So we buried her out back behind that house after she shot her…”
I watched understanding dawn in Vinny's eyes as the recording played through. When the line went dead, I set the phone on the edge of the table.
