Page 21 of Bittersweet Endings (Agostino Crime Family #6)
Our lips collided and we devoured each other as he continued to strip. My legs wrapped around him as he carried me into the shower. His hands and mouth were everywhere, claiming and worshiping.
Somewhere deep inside, I’d known he’d find me. That he’d feel me here, in his city. That I’d never really escape him. A moan slipped from my throat as my body tightened around his fingers.
Sucking his neck, I panted, “How’d you get in here?”
“Please. You fuckin’ belong to me,” he growled. “You can’t get away from me, little doll. I own this tight body, perfectly scarred and battered to take a beast like me.”
“Carmine, I need to c?—”
He bit into my neck and my body twisted, muscles tensing as stars danced in my vision. “Come for me, baby,” Carmine whispered, staring down at me.
A knock interrupted us. “Tave! I’m running down to the hotel bar. When you’re ready, come down with your puppy !” Marco shouted, and Rocco cursed in the background.
Blinking several times, I sighed and pulled my fingers out of myself. The aftershocks of my orgasm made my knees weak, but I was weaker for my affection for Carmine. Even when he wasn’t here, he was somehow here . In my mind.
He owned my pleasure.
I went through the motions of getting ready and waited for Rocco to clear the hall and elevator before leaving with him.
The hotel bar was filled with men in suits, a little buzzed and loud during happy hour. Marco was flirting with a waitress and bartender. They were laughing at something he said but frowned when he stood up and ignored them.
He looked me up and down. “I thought the agenda said dinner and then right to the club.”
“It does.” I dropped my clutch on the spare chair, asking the bartender for a drink. “Whatever my brother is having.”
Her disposition immediately changed.
“No. I refuse.” Marco kept staring at me. “A blazer… a bun? Thought my new sister was a bad bitch…”
I sighed, pulled the band from my head, and my curly locks fell around me. Then I shrugged off my jacket to reveal the backless black dress underneath.
“Put that on my tab,” a man behind me said.
Another added, “No, no. I got it.”
“No thank you,” I replied, taking the drink. “My brother is buying. Everything.”
“I’ll shut up and happily get you drunk. That dress is much better.” Marco lifted his glass to me. “To a good night.”
We finished our drinks and made our way to the car.
Sitting in Los Angeles traffic, I worked on my cell as Marco scrolled through videos on his phone.
Before I knew it, my security team was whisking us inside the restaurant while ignoring the flashing cameras outside.
The way they shouted my name shocked me.
I had no clue how they knew who I was. But I wasn’t surprised they knew Marco.
His infamous flings with stars would make their way to the west.
Whore.
We headed to the back of the restaurant, straight into a private room. Sybil stood from the table and my brother paused, making me cringe because I forgot to have a conversation with him about hitting on her.
Sybil was taller than I was, with long straight brown hair and matching brown eyes. Her black dress complemented her killer heels and her disposition made it clear she wasn’t here to play. When Marco showed his cards, seductively kissing her hand, she rolled her eyes.
“No thanks. I’m good,” she said, reclaiming her seat. “You’re hot enough to fuck, but I’d scare you with the games I like to play, little boy.”
For the first time—ever—I watched as my brother was forced into submission. He had no clue how to handle her, and I loved every minute of it.
We jumped right into business. I was enthralled with the woman. Sybil was insanely smart, had an innate ability to drive business, and her attention to detail was impressive. She had four books out, but the one titled Skin was going to take her places.
The market was already gobbling it up. I could take some things off her plate to give her more time to write. Because the series was going to be pure fire.
“I’ll be in touch. Thank you for this.” Sybil shook my hand. “Have fun in LA. Later, fuck boy.” She blew my brother a kiss and left.
“My dick is the hardest it’s ever been.”
“Ew! Marco! Too much, you idiot.” Letting my hair down, I removed my blazer and told him to go .
The car was filled with his excitement and it was starting to trickle over to me. We were heading to one of the most popular clubs in Los Angeles, and I was eager to experience it. It was different from New York, from the suffocating weight of my family.
“Mr. and Miss Agostino, this way, please.” A woman in a sexy two-piece met us at the door, ushering us past the line. “Your… security has already cleared the room and a path.”
We followed her while scantily-clad waitresses immediately flanked the outer edge of our team. Their flaming bottles, blinking signs, and confetti were a bit over the top. But hey, Marco was vibrating and smiling like an idiot.
Once inside the VIP area, I sat at a chair near the bar, sipping my vodka soda. The door opened behind Rocco, and I froze. Because pausing at his back was AJ. With his phone to his ear.
Fuck.