Page 40 of Twisted Trust (Mafia Lords of Sin #10)

LEVI

“ L evi!”

The sweet way she moans my name sends a thrilling shiver down my spine and my hips cock forward a little firmer.

“Levi!”

Louder and louder. I want her screaming my name at the top of her lungs. I want her so boneless that she can’t do anything but lie there looking beautiful and feeling every drop of pleasure I can wring out of her body.

“ Levi!”

There it is. Our bodies writhe together, limbs entangled and my cock buried so deep inside her that I never want to leave.

Her hair drapes across the pillow like a fan as she presses her head back and arches her body into mine, her nails claw down my sweaty back leaving tingling trails of fire, and her legs tighten around my waist like she’s trying to cut me in half.

Wrapping both my arms around her, I lift her until I’m resting back on my knees and she’s buried in my lap, wrapped up in my arms and bouncing in time to my desperate, needy thrusts.

It’s not enough.

It’s never going to be enough.

We got home from the hospital yesterday and after she tended to Scott, I haven’t been able to keep my hands off her. I’ve explored, kissed, and licked every inch I could reach, written my name with my teeth across her shoulders, worshiped every inch of her pussy, and it’s still not enough.

It never will be.

Luckily, we have the rest of our lives together.

“Fuck!” she gasps hoarsely and her head falls back.

The ends of her hair tickle my forearms and with her throat exposed, I can’t resist sinking my teeth lightly around where her pulse flutters desperately beneath her skin.

“I’m gonna?—”

“Do it,” I command in a low voice, my own words just as breathless. “Come for me, Maeve. You’ve been so good. Come for me right now!”

A switch flips and she does exactly that.

Her body tenses like a board, her breath catches in her throat, and her hold on me becomes vise-like.

Soft, short gasps escape her parted lips as her core clenches rhythmically around my cock and she finally finds her end.

One of her legs grows rigid and falls away from me as the force of her orgasm forces her body to straighten out, then a flurry of frantic moans escapes her parted lips.

I throw her back down onto the bed, claim her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, and fuck her in a frantic, powerful flurry until I find my own end deep inside her, exactly where I belong.

Her moans turn to screams, then to gasping pants and finally, we collapse together in a sweaty puddle in one another’s arms. The sheets have been kicked away long ago, so our body heat is the only source of immediate comfort.

“Wow,” Maeve groans against my chest, her cheek resting above my heart while I trail my fingers lazily over her bare shoulder. “Maybe I should get shot more often.”

“Let’s not put that to the test,” I murmur, tilting my head down and kissing her damp hairline. “I don’t need a reason to fuck you like this.”

“Really?” She lifts her head and shifts her hips against me until the searing heat of her core is pressed against my thigh. “If I wasn’t so exhausted, I would shit talk you into fucking me again.”

“I might need a moment.” Laughing softly, I continue mapping out invisible patterns along her upper arm. “My dick needs a second or two.”

“Wow, so the stud can’t go all night long?” Maeve groans and sits up, pouting dramatically. “Whatever will a girl do?”

“Hey!” My hand slides around her back as she sits up, so I caress around to her breast and sharply tweak her nipple, earning a gasp and a slap to my wrist. “I don’t need my dick to fuck you, but it was integral to what I just did. If you don’t need an exact repeat, then I can offer a suggestion…”

I sit up slowly and slide my hand around her neck, caressing her jaw, but before either of us can say anything else, Maeve’s stomach gurgles loudly between us. We both glance down and in a split second, we’re laughing so hard I almost have tears.

“Sorry,” Maeve gasps as she caresses her stomach. “Guess I could use a break.”

“Let me get some food.”

“You really are the perfect man,” Maeve teases softly.

After a kiss, I slide from the bed and use the phone to call down to the kitchen requesting an array of snacks that grows longer and longer as I realize just how hungry I’ve become too.

With it all in order, I end the call and spot Maeve out past the double doors, standing on the balcony dressed in one of the silk robes.

Snatching another off the back of the chair, I drape it around my shoulders and head out to join her.

“Careful,” I murmur while sliding my arms around her waist from behind. “You’ll catch your death out here.”

Snow has well and truly come to New York.

It started falling almost immediately when we landed a couple of days ago after rescuing Maeve from Antony.

That was the last straw and she was clear.

She never wanted to see Las Vegas ever again, so I brought her back to New York and into one of the penthouse apartment buildings I own.

Below us, the city is covered in white like a gigantic winter wonderland playground and even now, snowflakes drift and spiral in the air around us.

“I like it,” Maeve murmurs as she holds out one hand to catch some of the flakes. “I need things to be different.”

“They will be.” I nuzzle gently into the top of her head. “I promise.”

“Does it scare you?” Maeve’s hand weaves back and forth through the snow-filled air. “Everything Antony did?”

“It scares me that he nearly took you from me. I’ve never felt fear like the moment you got shot.”

“Even though I was protected?”

“I had no guarantee he’d shoot you in the chest. Anywhere else and I…” I can’t think about it. Every time I do, my chest becomes an iron cage and I can’t even breathe. My arms tighten around her waist. “We don’t need to think about that now.”

“I can’t stop,” she whispers. “It’s okay when I’m with Scott or we’re fucking but any moment I’m not active, it’s all I think about.”

“Tell me, then.”

“I can’t believe he was following me all those years.

That he knew nothing about me and decided I would be the perfect scapegoat for his plan, and then when it failed, I was just an insurance policy.

Pretending to be my friend, to care about me and my son?

I trusted him.” She slowly turns to face me and her hands rest on my arms. “I really trusted him.”

“I know.”

“And all that time, he was just lying to my face. I thought meeting you again was the worst thing that could have happened to me, but our getting engaged ended up saving my life. I can’t bear to think how it would have played out if we didn’t meet like we had.”

“He definitely couldn’t factor that into his plan,” I agree. “We have Scott to thank for that. If he hadn’t run in front of my car, I never would have found you.”

“Is it weird to think that he knew, somehow? That you were nearby and you were safe?”

“You think I’m safe?”

“Back then, maybe not, but maybe to some degree he was always safe with you. You are his father.”

Father. Part of me is still quietly reeling from that revelation.

“I don’t think it’s weird to think that.

We were both living in this fucked up world being played by Antony who was cocky enough to think he had a golden ticket to power.

He was just toying with us until Donald told him about the engagement. ”

“I kind of wish I’d seen his face upon hearing that,” Maeve murmurs. “The two people you think would never even look at one another now, ending up engaged.” She snorts softly. “What an asshole.”

“He was good at manipulation. The fact that he was the one who kept calling CPS on you to keep that thread pulled tight, to keep you on the cusp of losing your child so he could be the savior, is enough to know how fucking psychotic he was.”

“Y’know…” Maeve tilts her head and flicks her hair over her shoulder. “For a man who claimed to be in control, he just never looked deep enough. If he had, maybe he would have seen that you and Naz were actually friends and none of his ploys to reignite that war would work.”

“Men like him don’t look too deep. They’re arrogant enough to think they have all the cards so nothing else matters.

” Snow drifts down and lightly lands on Maeve’s eyelashes as she closes her eyes.

I lean down and kiss her eyelid, lingering until the biting cold of the flake melts away to the warmth of her skin.

“Which is the exact reason he interrupted our wedding.”

“So much ego,” she murmurs.

She sighs softly as I kiss her other eyelid, then down to her lips where another snowflake gets caught between our lips. It melts in half a second between our mouths and Maeve briefly tightens her grip on my arms.

“And now?” She pulls back and gazes up at me. “How do we find a normal life after all of this?”

“Easy.” I lose myself in the twinkle of her eyes reflecting the lights above us. With her ruby-red, kiss-swollen lips and snowflakes clinging to her hair, she’s utterly beautiful. “Let’s start with something terribly ordinary.”

“Like what?” She shivers faintly. “Finding a good New York school for Scott?”

“Even more normal than that.”

“Grocery shopping?”

I laugh softly and shake my head, kissing her again but slower. “Come here.” Taking her hand, I lead her back into the room and gently push her back down onto the bed. Her robe falls open as she rests back on her elbows and I sink to my knees, kissing her bare calf.

From there, I map a slow path up her leg with soft, sweet kisses. Under her knee, across her inner thigh, past her pelvis and up to her abdomen. Through the valley of her breasts, across her throat and right up to her lips. She’s panting by the time we’re face to face.

“Sex?” she asks breathlessly.

“No. Marry me. For real.”

Maeve’s eyes widen immediately, and she slides one hand around the back of my neck. “What?”

“A real wedding. I love you, Maeve. You love me. Let me be your husband. Let me take care of you. I’ll stand on the rooftops and yell it for the whole city to hear, but I want you to be my wife.

Not for a deal, not for a plan or anything like that.

I lost five years with you and Scott and I don’t want that to happen again.

Marry me. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. For real.”

Her eyes dart back and forth between mine and then the brightest, warmest smile spreads across her lips as tears sparkle on her lashes.

“Yes!” She laughs softly and kisses me hard. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”