Breathless & Bloodstained (The Chicago War #4) (29 page)

“Tighter.”

“What?”

“Hold me tighter.
I keep feeling like I’m going to break apart. Don’t let me do that.”

“I got you,” he
told her, kissing her forehead.

“Who else does?”
she asked.

No one.

“You could have
called me long before this, Ella,” Tommas said.

“I couldn’t. If I
did, I would have broken all apart. I couldn’t, Tommy.”

Sometimes, his
lover was strange with her ways. Control was something she tried to maintain at
all costs. Tommas understood because he was the same way. How could he judge
her for what she needed? He couldn’t.

“Okay, baby.”

Abriella moved her
face enough that she could look up at him. “Would you have done it?”

“Done what?”

“Joel, the offer …
would you?”

Tommas’ arm
tightened around Abriella’s back. “Had you not said no, then yes, I would have
done it.”

“Why?”

“For you, Ella. I
thought I didn’t have a choice. I was trying to make a new one.”

“He can’t have it,
Tommy. Joel can’t win.”

Yeah, Tommas knew
that, too.

“Nate,” Tommas
said, willing the thickness out of his voice.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Not too far.
Somewhere private enough that we won’t be bothered. Then take a walk.”

“Got it.”

“When do you need
to be back?” Tommas asked.

“Not important.”

“It is. I don’t
want you having more trouble to manage alone. When?”

“A little more
than an hour.”

It wasn’t much
time.

Tommas would take
it.

Abriella’s back
rested against Tommas’ chest. After his enforcer had found a quiet parking lot,
parked the car into a back corner, and left the vehicle, Abriella had made
herself a comfortable spot lying with Tommas. His back was to the door as his
fingers played with the strands of her silky hair. He went back and forth
between running his fingers through her waves and stroking the soft skin of her
neck.

The simple touches
seemed to calm his lover, so he kept it up.

Abriella fingered
the sleeves of her sweater as she asked, “What were you supposed to be doing
today?”

“Nothing more
important than this, sweet girl.”

“I’m sure.”

Tommas chuckled.
“I had some money to collect from Damian, a dinner to go to with Adriano, and
then I needed to drive my mother to her AA meeting.”

Abriella stilled.
“Your mom is going to AA?”

“It’s a recent
development. I found her in my house the other night when I got home. She
blurted out that she’d been thinking about it for a while and wanted to talk to
me. I overlooked the fact she used her emergency key to get in.”

“Oh. Do you think
it will last?”

“No.”

Abriella tilted
her head up enough for Tommas to see her frown. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It is
what it is.”

“It’s more than
she’s done before, Tommy.”

That was true
enough.

“Yes, but Serena
does nothing without a reason. Usually that falls in line with her manipulation
like it always does. None of that matters, Ella. Just you today, huh?”

“Okay.” Abriella
sighed as Tommas’ fingers stroked her cheek. “I was so angry with you.”

“I know you were.”

“But I was angrier
at Joel,” she whispered. “And I knew that it was a mistake; I knew you tried to
stop it all, Tommy.”

Tommas pressed his
lips to Abriella’s temple. “Yeah.”

“But I still
couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want my father or brother to see me break down, and
I didn’t want Joel to know how much it hurt me. I couldn’t do it anymore. I was
so close to just skipping out for a day, even if it would get me into shit. I
wanted you. After the dinner the other night, I thought …”

“Tell me.”

“I thought that
you were ready to give up, and that you didn’t care.”

“Ella,” Tommas
said, her name coming out like a growl. “Don’t ever think that. There is no
soul on this earth that matters more to me than yours does. You are every part
of me that is good. Every single part. I did that for—”

“Me,” she
interrupted softly. “I figured that out, but I still couldn’t let you do it.”

“I’ll figure
something out.”

“Please don’t make
anyone else bury someone they love, Tommy.”

Tommas kissed
Abriella’s temple again. “I won’t, baby.” 

CHAPTER
FOURTEEN

“D
on’t stop,”
Abriella whispered when Tommas’ fingers stopped their travels through her hair.
She’d been enjoying his attention. It wasn’t nearly often enough that she had
his love and time on only her. When she did, Abriella felt like the queen of
his world. “Keep going, Tommy. Please.”

Tommas chuckled,
the movement rocking them both. “I thought you always said that whenever I
touched you, you couldn’t think and you went stupid.”

“I do.”

“Well?”

“That’s what I
want right now. Not to think. To be stupid over you. Please?”

Tommas’ lips
ghosted over the shell of Abriella’s ear as his fingers began to wander again.
“Anything you want, Ella.”

The backseat of
the Mercedes was large enough for them to stay snuggled together comfortably.
It certainly wasn’t the first time she had found herself stealing a moment away
from the rest of the world in the back of a car with Tommas Rossi.

Abriella smiled,
sighing just a little when Tommas’ fingers skipped under the collar of her long
sleeve shirt. The pads of his fingertips grazed her collarbones, making her
shiver as her skin burned hotter.

Innocent.

Sweet.

But with them, it
was neither.

“Ella?”

“Hmm?”

“Be stupid over
me, or
with
me?”

His voice was a
dark, deep melody in her ear. Through the haze of her comfort, Abriella could
get lost in Tommas’ voice alone. She could pretend like it was just them for
the moment and that no one else existed.

“Ella,” Tommas
pressed when she stayed quiet. His hand slipped lower under her shirt, finding
her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples under the silk bra she wore,
making her gasp sharply. Her legs tightened in an attempt to soothe the sudden
ache between her thighs. “Be stupid over me, or with me, baby? Which one?”

“With you,” she
mumbled, tilting her head up to press a kiss on the underside of his jaw.
“Always with you, Tommy.”

“That’s what I
wanted to hear.”

Tommas released
his grip around her waist to slide his hand down her stomach. As his hand
worked at the button and zipper of her jeans, his mouth kissed a hot path over
her neck and cheek. Abriella felt the palm of his hand push into her pants,
down under her panties, and then his fingers were there.

Touching.

Stroking.

Exploring.

Gentle flicks of
his fingers to her clit made her jerk in his arms. Swipes of his fingertips
through her folds drew her wetness over the lips of her sex. A nip of his teeth
to the sensitive spot behind her ear made her shake.

“You’re teasing
me,” Abriella accused.

“There’s nothing
better than hearing you whine and whimper for more, Ella.”

Another sweep of
his fingers, and two pressed a little deeper into her slit until the tips of
his digits were entering her sex. It wasn’t nearly enough to give her what she
wanted. It was only enough to make her beg for more.

“
God
,
Tommy.”

“Love your
sounds.”

“I’ll give you
more if you fuck me with those fingers instead of teasing me like that.”

Tommas laughed a
husky sound a second before his tongue stuck out against her skin to taste, and
his fingers sunk knuckle deep into her clenching pussy. Abriella whined low in
the back of her throat, loving the sensation of being filled by Tommas’
fingers. He didn’t have a lot of room to move with her tight jeans keeping his
hand confined, but he had just enough to give her what she needed.

Fast, short
thrusts of his fingers while he opened them wide on the withdrawal, and his
palm rubbed against her throbbing clit had Abriella widening her legs and
melting into his arms. Tommas’ voice was a whisper in her ear, urging her on
while he finger-fucked her quick and deep.

“Get it, Ella.
Fuck my goddamn fingers until you come. Take them how you want. Show me how bad
you want to come right now. Give it to me, baby.”

Nothing was better
than that.

She loved hearing
him talk; needed his throaty tone and his dirty words.

Abriella craved
it.

“Oh, my God,” she
breathed. “I’m right there, Tommy.”

“Hurry up then,
and I’ll let you climb on top of me, fill you full, and let you ride me until
you’re soaked in my come and sore all over.”

Abriella
shuddered. “Yeah?”

“Promise, baby. Give
it to me. I want your fucking come on my hand, all over my fingers. I want to
smell like you all over by the time we’re done. I like being a little dirty
with you, Ella, walking around with your come stains hidden under my jacket.
Nobody knows but me, and it gets me so fucking hard for you.”

“Jesus,
yes
.”

 That was bad.

So bad.

“Come on,” Tommas
growled, his fingers curling hard into her wet walls on the next thrust. He hit
her G-spot perfectly, making Abriella fly. She felt her sex clamp down as her
juices soaked his fingers in a rush of heat and bliss. His name slipped past
her lips in a broken cry. “Shit, yeah, baby. I got you.”

Mush.

Abriella’s limbs
felt like mush as she tried to catch her breath. Why was it that the simplest
of orgasms, the ones that her lover provided with no roughness to his touch and
only for her own needs, were the ones that left her feeling shattered?

“Come here,”
Tommas urged.

Abriella turned
under his hands, blinking rapidly to clear her foggy vision. A wetness had coated
her lashes when she’d squeezed her eyes shut and trembled her way through the
intense orgasm. It was so blindingly good that she didn’t want to let the
feeling go.

“More,” Abriella
demanded.

Tommas caught her
chin between his forefinger and thumb to pull her down to his kiss. His hand
fisted into the ends of her hair, holding tight as his lips bruised hers with a
kiss that relieved as much as it hurt. The bite of his teeth to her bottom lip
took away what lingering stress was still floating through her wayward
thoughts.

“To breathe.
That’s what you wanted, Ella.”

“Yeah.”

“I can do that for
you. Just for a little while.”

“I’ll take
anything you give me.”

 She found his
steel-blue gaze, her fingers sweeping over his jaw.

“Anything?” he
asked.

“Everything.”

Because he was
everything to her.

Tommas let go of
her hair and face just long enough to fist her pants and yank them down around
her hips. His movements were frantic and rushed. The denim of her jeans
tightened to her skin, making her ache with his roughness.

God.

She didn’t even
care.

Shifting on his
lap allowed her to feel the hard ridge of his erection straining against his
slacks. She rolled her hips, letting the weight of her body grind into his
cock. Tommas’ responding groan started somewhere in the back of his throat,
making it all the more heady and wonderful. Then, he was yanking her sweater
off, too, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

His gaze darkened
as he looked her over, his teeth gritting beneath his clenching jaw.

Sexy.

Fuck.

Didn’t he know how
sexy he was?

“Faster,” Abriella
hissed.

“Lift up.”

She raised above
him, allowing him to pull her jeans lower. Abriella pulled one leg free before
she was able to get the other one out, too. Her silk panties were soaked from
his fingers and her orgasm earlier. She didn’t even bother to pull them off.

Instead, she
tugged them to the side and drove two of her own fingers into her pussy,
wanting to give herself something to soothe the ache inside her sex. Tommas
worked his pants down around his hips, and pushed his boxer-briefs lower until
his cock was free and he was fisting his length with firm, long strokes.

“Fuck, let me see
that,” Tommas said softly.

Abriella lifted
higher, giving him a better view of her fingers driving over and over into her
pussy. The sucking sound of her wet sex taking her fingers in faster, harder
was enough to make her moan.

“It’s not enough,”
Abriella mumbled.

“You want my cock,
not your fingers.”

“Yes.”

“Take what you
need, baby.”

Abriella withdrew
her fingers, but kept her panties pulled to the side as she climbed back over
Tommas’ lap. She was grateful for the dark tinted windows as she braced one
hand on the glass and lowered down on his length faster than she normally would
have.

She liked to take
her time when she rode him.

She liked to feel
his cock stretch her open, fill her full, and hit every fucking spot that would
make her scream.

What she needed
more was to fuck.

Just fuck him.

“Christ,” Tommas
said in a breath of air. “You feel like you’re squeezing me to death here,
Ella. Your pussy is goddamn tight right now. Take a second and—”

“No,” Abriella
said, her hand coming up to push against his mouth. “Shut up, Tommy. Just let
me fucking feel.”

Tommas kissed the
tips of her fingers a second before his teeth bit down hard on the digits.
Abriella whined from the pain as a heat traveled down her spine. She rolled her
hips up and down, back and forth, working his cock deeper until she was seated
tight to his groin and her pussy ached.

“I’m so full,” she
told him.

Tommas sucked her
fingers into his mouth, his tongue sliding between her digits to sweep and
clean her arousal from earlier. His moan vibrated against her hand, making her
shudder all over. On top of him, her pace picked up, faster, harder.

She wanted it to
hurt.

She wanted to come
again and again.

She needed to feel
him when she was gone.

Tommas’ hands
found her ass and squeezed hard. His fingernails bit into her skin while his
other hand slid lower. Abriella sucked in a hard breath a second before one of
his fingers slid into her tight ass. He didn’t give her the chance to prep for
the added intrusion. The sting was more than enough to make her blood heat up
to a boiling point.

Then, another of
his fingers stroked her wet sex. She could feel the pad of his digit massaging
her sex and his cock as he lifted from the seat to meet her rhythm. The
sensation of his finger stroking her pussy while she rode him and his other
buried deep in her ass had Abriella shouting out as she came yet again.

She pulled her
fingers from his mouth.

Tommas sucked in a
ragged inhale as Abriella grabbed his jaw. She fingers dug into his skin, her
manicured nails leaving crescent marks behind.

“Again, harder,”
she told him. “I want to fucking
feel
, Tommy. Give me what I want.”

She found herself
lifted off his cock, turned around, and then her face was buried into a leather
seat. Abriella’s hands were caught in Tommas’ hands and pinned to her lower
back. The strain of her shoulders hurt, but she moaned, wanting more.

He pushed in,
taking her deep in one thrust. Abriella trembled. Her knees slipped on the
seat.

“Jesus Christ,”
Abriella groaned.

Her skin burned as
silk was ripped from her body. He didn’t even pull out. He just ripped the
fucking panties right off.

It was damn good.

She blinked a
second before she felt the soft material being pushed against her lips. The
wetness and scent of her own come assaulted her nose before she opened her
mouth to her lover’s silent demand.

Tommas used two
fingers to stuff the panties into her mouth.