Primal: London Mob Book Two (8 page)

She wouldn’t lie to him. That’s not what they did. “I don’t know. I only know that I want you. That I’ve never stopped wanting you. That I never will.”

He closed the distance between them in two long paces, slid his hands into the hair at the back of her head and claimed her mouth with the kind of force that stole her breath. There was no time to wonder if she’d said the right thing. No time to think about anything except his tongue pillaging, his teeth nibbling at her lower lip, the brush of his shirt against her nipples, the scratch of his trousers against the already aroused mound between her legs.

She twined her arms around his neck. He lifted her off the ground in one movement, and she wrapped her legs around him, pressing her center against his bulging cock until he groaned in her mouth.

He threw her on the bed, not at all gently, and she propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he unbuckled his belt, freed his cock from the constraint of his pants. A fresh wave of heat wound its way to her center. His cock was as glorious as the rest of him.

Massive. Hard. Wide. Perfect.

He advanced on the bed, spreading her legs unceremoniously and positioning himself between them. He grabbed her arms, lifted them over her head, held them in place with one of his big hands as he gazed down at her.

He didn’t say anything, just looked into her eyes, marking her as surely as if he’d lain a red hot brand on her skin. She squirmed under him. The desire to spread her legs, to nestle him in the cleft at the top of her thighs was instinctual.

“Don’t move, Jenna,” he said gruffly. “Don’t. You. Move.”

She forced herself to be still as he lowered his head to her neck, leaving tiny kisses behind her ear, nibbling the lobe on his way down to her collarbone. His free hand wrapped around one breast, pinching the nipple as his mouth worked its way toward the sensitive peak of the other one. She was rendered almost immobile by the press of his body, the position of her hands over her head, but her hips tried to move of their own accord anyway.

He took her nipple in his mouth, and she gasped, arching her back, wanting the heat to cover every inch of her skin. Wanting to lose herself in it. His cock pressed against her clit as he sucked, the friction sending her close to orgasm.

It was too soon. Way too soon. She wasn’t ready. She’d dreamed of him every night the last three months. Had imagined the moment every time she touched herself, needing to release the pressure that built in her body in his absence. Sometimes she woke to throbbing between her legs, her need for him so great, she could hardly move from the torture of it.

No way was she coming yet.

He moved down her stomach, continuing until he was kneeling between her legs. His gaze raked her body, and he put his hand on her belly, the big palm spanning her midsection. The place where Lily had grown when they’d been apart. He looked at her like she was something sacred, and she heard the word in her mind even before he spoke it.

“Mine.”

She nodded, and he lowered his head to her stomach, touching his mouth to her skin and sliding farther down her body. He spread her legs, looking into her eyes as he ran a finger between her soaking folds, watching her face as she moaned.

He leaned toward the nightstand and pulled something from the drawer. When he returned, she was unsurprised to find that it was a vibrator. Her body hummed in anticipation. The only thing better than Farrell in command of her body was Farrell in command of her body with sex toys at his disposal.

As a newly graduated twenty-two-year old, it had been shocking to realize how far she would go to find pleasure. She’d been used to uni boys — drunken sex that lasted less time than it took her to shower in the morning before class.

Then she met Farrell, and he’d immersed her in a world she hadn’t known existed. She’d accepted it all. More than that, she’d relished it, finding an outlet for the unfettered passion that had lurked in her body, hidden behind a rational facade.

Now he repositioned himself between her legs, the vibrator in one hand as he used his thumb to brush her clit.

She flinched like she’d been burned.

“Too soon to be afraid, Jenna,” he murmured. “Too soon and too late.”

He bent his head, his breath soft against the petals of her pussy in the moment before he lowered his head. He ran his tongue through the wet creases shielding her center, then flicked it against her clit. Her hips came up off the bed, and he reached up, put his hand on her belly, forced her still as his mouth locked onto the little nub.

She fisted the sheets as he alternately sucked and licked, his tongue bringing her close to orgasm again and again, then pulling back, moving to a less sensitive part of her center just before she tumbled over the edge.

She was already out of her mind when she heard the vibrator, felt the slide of it into her as he returned his mouth to her clit. She cried out as he moved the vibrator inside her, working it in time to the rhythm of his mouth. The dildo was nowhere near as big as his cock — that would come later — but the soft pulse of it between her thighs coupled with the expert attention of his tongue sent her barreling toward the orgasm that had been teasing her since the moment he started touching her.

“Farrell…” she gasped.

She moved her hips, pushing down on the vibrator while simultaneously lifting her clit, offering it to him, begging him to take it all as she fell harder and faster toward release. He picked up the pace. It was only a fraction, barely noticeable, but it was all she needed, and a moment later she was free-falling through darkness as her body shuddered against his mouth. It went on and on, long after the point where she flinched against the delicate touch of his tongue against her now overly-sensitive clit.

When she was done, her whole body went limp. For a fraction of a second, there was nothing but silence as he slid the vibrator out of her.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” His voice came to her from the darkness behind her eyelids. She opened them to find him still between her legs, his eyes molten with desire. “We’re nowhere near done.”

H
e had
to resist the urge to drive into her then and there. He forced himself to breathe, using the time to take in her naked body, spread before him, a feast for the eyes. Her long hair was tousled around her head, lit copper and dark gold in the candlelight. Her chest was flushed, rising and falling from the power of her orgasm. Her body was every bit as perfect as he remembered: lithe and curvy in all the right places, with full breasts that tapered to a small waist and hips that begged for his hands when he took her.

His gaze came to rest on her pussy, moisture glistening at the opening. He licked his lips, debating the merit of capturing the sweet liquid with his tongue before finishing the job he started.

In the end his body made the decision for him. His cock was painfully erect, his hard-on begging for the release of her wet heat. He reached down, keeping his eyes on her as he stroked himself. She licked her lips and tried to raise off the bed. She would have taken him in her mouth if he’d let her, but he was too far gone for that. He didn’t trust himself. He was too close to the edge. And whatever else happened, he was going to come inside of her tonight.

He reached down, flipped her on her stomach so fast she yelped. Then he pulled her off the bed until she was bent over in front of him. He nudged her legs apart until she was spread wide open for him, the engorged lips of her sex exposed through the exquisite space between her thighs, the crack of her ass that only hinted at the pleasure he knew he would find there.

But that, too, was for some other time.

He took his cock in his hand, dipped the tip in the crease of her sex, sliding back and forth until she pushed back against him, silently begging him to take her.

“Is this what you want, Jenna?” he asked, putting the thick crown of his head at her opening.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

He moved back a little, slapped her ass until she yelped, then gave her a slap with his cock, just to remind her what she was getting.

“This?” he prompted.

“Yes!”

He chuckled. He loved this about Jenna. How buttoned up she was for the rest of the world. How quickly she came apart in his hands. He loved knowing that no one knew this side of her. Only he could unleash it, and when he did it was like being hit by a tidal wave. There was no fighting it. You could only let go, allow the waves to carry you where they would, wait for an opportunity to come up for air, hope you were still whole when it came.

He nestled his cock in the crack of her ass and reached around her body, placing his hands on her breasts, pinching the nipples. She pushed back on him again and he pulled back far enough to spread her wide with his hands. His cock pulsed at the sight of her pussy, wet and waiting, and he positioned himself at her opening, relishing the moment before he would join his body with hers. Then he grabbed her hips, driving into her with all the force in his body, hitting the top of her womb with his cock as she cried out.

“Oh, god,” she gasped. But she was already moving with him, already reaching for the peak.

He dragged his cock out of her, savoring every inch before he paused and sank into her again. He tried moving slowly, wanting to take his time. But it didn’t last long.

She was his one and only weakness. His only vice.

He plowed into her, spreading her ass while he took her for maximum penetration. Her pussy got wetter by the second, every thrust seeming to turn on an invisible faucet, loosing her desire, coating him with the sweet juices he could still taste in his mouth.

They were both frantic, moving in a fast, perfect rhythm that set every nerve in his body on fire. And then the top of the wave was within reach. He was riding it with every pump into her, taking her with him, both of them racing to the top of the clear blue swell until she finally let go, the walls of her pussy clenching around him in a vise-like grip that pushed him over the edge. He let go, too, spilling into her, feeling the hot semen pour into her channel while she cried out, still clenching around him as he continued to move, wanting her to milk him of every drop.

When she stopped moving, he leaned down, kissed her bare back, glistening with sweat. Then he pulled out, turned her over, lay her back on the bed. He collapsed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

Loving her like he did was a kind of emotional brutality. But there was no hope for it. He’d been lost to her since the beginning.

J
enna waited
to leave the house until she saw the car rounding the curve in the drive. Then she ran down the big stone steps at the front of the villa, oblivious to the gravel biting into her bare feet as the car came to a stop. Kate burst from the backseat a second later, all long, loose hair and flowing skirt and sandalwood.

Jenna ran at her with open arms. “You made it!”

“In style,” Kate said into her hair. “I’m kind of hoping you come around on this Farrell thing. I could get used to flying private.”

Jenna laughed, leaning back to look at her sister. “I’ll keep that in mind when I’m deciding the course of the rest of my life.”

Kate grinned. “Small price to pay, I should think.”

They looped arms and headed into the house as Leo got Kate’s bag out of the trunk.

“Thanks for coming so quickly,” Jenna said, stepping into the house.

“Thanks for flying on a private jet to Florence, then driving to a grand estate in the hills of Tuscany where I’ll be waited on hand and foot as I lay by the pool and play with my perfect niece? Don’t mention it.”

“Don’t take advantage of the staff,” Jenna scolded.

“Isn’t that what they’re here for?” Kate asked.

“No,” Jenna said. “It isn’t. They’re here to run the house, not wait on spoiled girls who are too lazy to make their own drinks.”

“Ouch,” Kate said.

Jenna sighed, then reached for her sisters hand. “I’m sorry. You know what I mean. These are good people. Hard working people. I don’t want to take advantage — of them or Farrell. And I don’t want you to take advantage either.” She followed Kate’s gaze as it took in the triple height foyer, the granite banister leading to the second floor, the antique furnishings. “Beyond the obvious, of course.”

“Say no more,” Kate said. “I’m not a total bitch.”

“Of course you’re not. Are you hungry? Or would you rather get settled in your room?”

“I could go with a bite,” Kate said.

“Come on,” Jenna said. “I’ll show you the first floor on the way to the kitchen.”

They made their way through the halls, Jenna pointing things out along the way. It was a beautiful day, the floor to ceiling windows open to the warm summer wind. The air was fragrant with wheat and oranges, warm earth and the lavender that grew all over the property. She suddenly wished she had time to spend with Kate here. To lay outside by the pool, to let the stone terrace warm their bare feet as they talked about life and love and what was next for both of them.

“So how many places like this does Farrell own?” Kate asked when they finally stepped into the kitchen.

Jenna thought about it as she pulled a plate of cheese, salami, and olives from the fridge. “I’m not sure actually. There’s Cornwall and this place. He’s mentioned others, but I’m not sure exactly where or how many of them there are.” Jenna grabbed a bottle of Presseco from the wine cooler. “Wine?”

“Do you have to ask?”

“Right.” She poured two glasses of the gold liquid and found some bread to pair with the food. “Let's take this outside.”

They stepped onto the terrace and settled next to the rustic wooden table that overlooked the fields and outbuildings on one side of the estate.

“Where’s Lily?” Kate asked, taking a long drink of her wine before digging into the food with the enthusiasm of a five-year-old.

“She’s playing with Anthony and Lessa, the children of the caretaker here. They’re about the same age. It’s been so good for her. There are goats and chickens and flowers. She’s running around barefoot from morning to night.”

“And how about you?” Kate asked slyly. “What have you been doing?”

Jenna laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do,” Kate insisted. She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Are you and Farrell shagging again?”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “What is your fascination with my love life?”

“I wouldn’t call it a fascination,” Kate said. “Just want to take advantage of it while there is one.”

“I think that’s my cue to say ‘ouch’,” Jenna said.

Kate smiled. “Sorry. But there’s not much to tell when Farrell’s not around, is there?” She sighed, leaning back in her chair. “It gets tiresome to be the only one in the family getting a shag.”

“Ew,” Jenna said. “Let’s not even include Mum in that category. Dad’s only been gone for three months.”

“True,” Kate said. “But that means we have to make up for her celibacy. I’m doing my part. What about you?”

Jenna laughed, waving her off. “You’re disgusting."

“Don’t be coy. I know you’re not the prude you pretend to be.”

“I’ve never pretended to be a prude,” Jenna protested. “It’s not my fault that’s what people think of me.”

“It’s a little bit your fault,” Kate said.

Jenna nodded. “Fair enough.”

“So?” Kate asked.

She sighed. “I can’t stay away from him, Kate. You know that. Least of all when he’s right under my nose.”

“So you are shagging him then?” she asked.

Jenna tossed one of the thick, cotton napkins at her sister. “Yes, if you must know. But that only makes things more complicated.”

“I don't see why it should.”

“Because it does,” Jenna said. “It makes it hard to think clearly.”

“And would it kill you not to think clearly for once in your life?” Kate asked.

Jenna laughed but there was no real humor in it. “You’re asking that question now? After what just happened in London? After Cornwall?”

“Those things didn’t have anything to do with Farrell,” Kate said. “They had to do with Dad, and with the fact that you insisted on going to Madrid to look in that box.”

“So it’s my fault we were almost killed?” Jenna asked, her voice turning hard.

“I didn't say that. I just said it wasn’t Farrell’s.” She hesitated. “I think you get everything all mixed up when it comes to Farrell. You’re afraid that Lily will have an unstable childhood like we did.” She looked at the house, the fields stretching green and gold in every direction. “But it looks to me like she’s got it pretty good with Farrell — like you both do.”

“You haven’t seen the security system in this place,” Jenna said. “Or the guards in the trees.”

She raised an eyebrow. “There are guards in the trees?”

“Yes,” Jenna said. “Quite a lot of them. And they’re off limits to you while you’re here, okay? The last thing we need is the distraction of you having a shag with one of the guards.”

She looked offended. “You must think me a proper slag! I wouldn’t shag one of Farrell’s guards. Not while I was here watching Lily anyway.”

“I don’t think you’re a slag,” Jenna said. “I’m just covering my bases.”

“Consider that one covered,” Kate said, finishing her wine. “I don’t understand why you have a problem with the security. Isn’t it a good thing that Farrell has the resources to keep you and Lily protected?”

“Right now, yes,” Jenna admitted. “But when this… thing with the Institute is over, I want her to go back to having a normal life.”

Kate waved off the comment. “Normal is as normal does, especially for children. You and I thought having a drunk mum was normal.”

“We never thought it was normal,” Jenna said. “We hid it from everyone — kids at school, teachers… We were only ever honest with each other. Don’t you think that had an effect on us?”

“Of course,” she said. “Everything has an affect. But who’s to say it was all bad? Some of my friends are such babies. They fall apart when the wind blows the wrong way. I’m strong, Jenna, and so are you. That didn’t just happen.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be strong anymore.”

Kate tipped her head, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “I’m not sure that’s true.”

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.

“It seems Farrell is ready and willing to be strong for you. You’re the one who can’t do it. Who can’t let go.”

“What are you saying? That I secretly like having to do everything myself?”

“I think you’ve been holding things together so long, you’re secretly afraid of what will happen if you let it all go.” She looked around again. “Although I have to say, if you’re going to let it go, if you’re going to trust anyone, it seems Farrell has done more than enough to prove himself up to the task.”

Jenna was still thinking about that when she heard Lily’s voice travel across the grass. A moment later, she let loose a shriek, flying toward them with Lessa in tow.

“Aunty Kate! Aunty Kate!”

Kate opened her arms, and a few seconds later, Lily tumbled into them.

“I looked all over London for the smartest girl in the world, and then I realized she’d gone to Italy,” Kate said.

Lily giggled. “Are you going to stay with us?”

“I am,” Kate said, meeting Jenna’s eyes over Lily’s head.

Jenna was grateful for her discretion. She hadn’t yet told Lily that she and Farrell would be leaving in the morning, although seeing her with Kate, she had a feeling Lily would be just fine.

Her stomach knotted at the thought, but it was only partially because of Lily. She was secure behind the walls of a fortress, and spending time with Kate would make the time feel even more like a magical holiday.

No, the tension in her body, the low grade fear she felt humming in her bones had more to do with Farrell. Tomorrow they would be back on their own, just like they had been in Madrid. The rest of the world would recede. There would be only him, with nothing to insulate her from the power of her feelings.

For better or worse.