Page 18 of Widow’s Walk (Women of the Mafia #1)

Chapter fifteen

Sinclair

I did it. I actually did it.

My fingertips tingle with power as the thought ricochets in my skull. I feel high. Like in this moment, I can do anything. I can walk on the fucking moon or climb the tallest mountain.

I turn around with an uncontrollable grin on my face, struggling to play it cool. Adrenaline ripples through me like a second bloodstream as my chest heaves with sharp breaths.

When I lock eyes with Blackwell, triumph freezes in my throat.

There’s a fervid look on his face, making him look delirious and ravenous.

He’s motionless aside from his chest rising and falling heavily like mine.

The heat smacks into me, punching the air out of my lungs and causing all the blood to rush to my core so violently I almost stumble.

My cheeks relax when the smile drops from my face, and I find myself paralyzed.

“Everyone out!” he shouts with this guttural edge, never taking his eyes off me.

A fire stokes deep in my belly, so fierce that I have no recollection of who took the first step, but our bodies collide in only seconds.

We attack each other with zealous desire and animalistic urges. My body is hot all over, and I have never needed someone like this before in my life. Every time we collide, it’s fucking fire. And every time, that fire burns hotter than before.

Metal clanks when he hoists me up onto the table of tools as some of them clatter to the ground.

I roll my hips to find contact with him, and I even let a whimper out when he parts from me.

He grabs at one boot, then starts yanking at my waistband.

Once he has one leg out, he adheres his body and mouth to mine again.

There’s no need for foreplay. We already had ours. Something about the violence has us both spiraling.

He pushes his way inside of me and fucks me savagely without delay. He dives in so deeply, as deep as he can go, but I somehow want more. I want my pussy to throb in both pain and desire.

Throwing my head back in ecstasy, I squeeze my eyes shut while I hit the peak of my orgasm so quickly, riding it out as he continues to slam into me over and over. As soon as I come down, I look at him through tiny slits and grab his tie to pull myself up to kiss him recklessly.

I moan as my tongue wrestles with his and I rock my hips to fuck him back. He senses my urgency for more and lifts me to carry me, and I’m sitting on his cock when he takes a seat in the chair.

He tears off my other pant leg and boot as I sit up and down on him, fucking him. Switching the angle of my hips and the pace. His shoulders tense up, and I know he’s getting close, and all I can think about is seeing him detonate.

“I want to see you come,” I rasp when I pull my tender lips from his. He gazes back at me with hooded eyes, and I could come from the sight of him.

Lifting my hips, I release his cock and hold it firmly in one hand. I stare down at the bulging head of his cock in fascination as I stroke the soft skin, causing a lewd sound of wetness that we both created.

I rock in his lap, letting my pussy rub against the base of his length and butting against my hand while I pull him to that salacious paradise. A growl erupts from his throat when he begins to come, and my body responds.

But I’m still not entirely sated. I have to have more. Smearing his milky cum over my sensitive pussy, I moan and mewl. Brushing his ear with my lips, I whisper, “I want more.”

He has his cock inside me in the next instant, but my muscles are failing me.

Hooking his arms under my knees, he curls his biceps to slap me up and down at a lazy pace while he sucks all over my face, neck, and chest. Then he pushes me to my feet so abruptly that I wobble and catch myself on the back of the chair. It’s precisely where he wants me to be.

Bent over, he grips my cheeks and thrusts his way back inside me. He hooks one of my thighs to crank up, and I plant my foot on the seat. He eases his cock out of me and quickly replaces it with his fingers. Shoving them in harshly.

My head snaps back with my mouth wide open, and his fingers begin to work some ethereal witchcraft.

Plunging deeply and hitting that spot that has my supporting leg shaking.

I fuck his fingers back with uncouth movements, and suddenly, I’m paralyzed.

My entire body locks up, and my eyes roll back as my pussy spasms, and I spew out an ample amount of liquid, splashing against his palm and running down my thighs.

I whimper and whine as he drains the fuck out of me.

I’m still quivering from the quake when he replaces his fingers with his fat cock in one brutal, seamless motion. His hand glides up, his fingers slick with me, painting my bottom lip before dragging down to smear a glistening trail to my chin.

He turns my head, and before devouring my mouth with his, he stares at me for one agonizing moment. Time fractures, and I can’t move.

I can hardly breathe.

His eyes have me completely under his control.

Burning me alive beneath the weight of his gaze.

I don’t blink.

I just wait.

Wait for him to either save me or destroy me.

He finally puts me out of my misery and kisses me hard and unrelentingly. When he groans into my mouth, I want to cry. It’s the sexiest sound. The vibration from it draws something raw and desperate from somewhere deep inside me.

I can’t take it anymore. I squeeze my eyes shut, and he grips my chin with more strength and turns the kiss into an obliteration. His hips pick up pace, slamming into me until my leg is ready to give up. But I find just enough energy to lock it and ride another tidal wave of devastating pleasure.

He twitches inside of me as my muscles pulsate, sapping him.

The vulgar sound of him withdrawing from me is the first sound I can register.

Then all I hear is panting and hearts pounding.

His body is coated in sweat as it still sticks to my backside, and I can feel his heart thundering in his chest. My mouth lazily hangs open just a breath away from his.

As feeling comes back to my limbs, I’m terrified to open my eyes. Terrified I will find that same look in his eyes that had me undone.

He’s starting to scare me.

And like I had feared, when I peel my eyelids back, his gaze is no less heated. The embers in my belly engulf in flames. How can I crave more?

We’re silent as we right our clothing, and I grow timid in my movements. Bashful to make eye contact. But he isn’t at all abashed when he takes me by the hand and hauls me out of the building and to one of the ATVs.

I’ve lost the will to speak, let alone argue, when he easily lifts me and places me on the vehicle, climbing on behind me. I’m stiff and rigid as he revs the engine and slides an arm around my waist, and we’re jolted forward.

The nerves are knotted in my gut, and I stare blankly ahead as the world whizzes by. I feel like I can’t think, and at the same time, I feel like I’m overthinking everything. So lost inside my brain.

What the fuck is he doing to me? This needs to stop. How do I make it stop?

I remain amenable as we arrive back at the estate, and he cuts the engine. He’s courteous with his touch, pulling me off our ride and steadying me on my feet. But when he clutches my hand, his hands are hot and randomly flex, as if he’s trying to restrain himself.

I’ve never been so docile in my whole life. Never been so hesitant to regain some control. Never felt so…helpless.

It’s a whirlwind flying up the stairs and into his bedroom. Not a single syllable is whispered the entire way. Not even when he pulls me into the bathroom and starts the shower.

Reality finally sets in when he releases my hand, and all senses return to full function. He turns to me, and I make the first move, toeing off my boots. His eyes remain glued to mine as he begins to peel his clothing off.

His skin is so rich in color and pulled taut over bulging muscles. He’s so fucking sexy. I have the urge to lick him all over, tasting every inch of him.

His eyes grow heavy when he gives my naked body a perusal. The corners of his mouth twitch, and he takes in deep breaths.

I feel so desired by him. Not in such a crude way or an anticipated way, spurred on by my purposeful seduction. I’m not doing anything right now, but he’s looking at me as if tormented by the very sight.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, my hands flatten against his chest. We both give a subtle smile as he takes a few backsteps until we’re in the thick, warm fog. My hair is still damp from showering not long ago, but I don’t say anything when he gently tugs on the hair tie and frees it.

It cascades around my upper back and shoulders. His fingers run through my hair to cradle my head, and I hold my breath.

“So, how did you know?” he asks, breaking the silence that was beginning to suffocate me.

I arch an eyebrow. “How did I know?” He gives a curt nod. “Question is, how did you not?”

“Humor me,” he says with a controlled level. I hit a nerve.

I grin up at him smugly and slide my hands to meet around his neck, my body arching into his.

“It was easy to read the room.” I shrug casually.

Truth is, I happened to see the men arguing first thing when I walked into the room.

And not too far from the trouble brewing, there was a guy laser-focused on Blackwell.

As if waiting for a signal to go for him.

“The tension is always high when we’re all forced to share the same space.” He narrows his eyes as if trying to read me. “What was it exactly? What tipped you off?”

I’m almost flattered he’s looking at me with accusation.

As if I’m someone important enough to be in on a scheme to take him down.

I could take the opportunity to string him along.

To fuck with him and have him questioning everything about me.

But the rebellious spark in me isn’t lighting up like it typically does. I blame the draining sex we just had.

“The dude was too obvious.” I sigh and occupy my wandering hand by petting a scar on the front of his shoulder. “He stood there, all wide-eyed and mute. Eyes solely on you. He was waiting for his cue. The heated argument between Beck and whoever was meant to be a distraction.”

He doesn’t speak, and I’m afraid to look up. But that trepidation turns into curiosity. My eyes slowly roll up to his. He holds my stare, and I don’t dare flinch.

A humorous grunt jolts his body, and his lips slowly curve into a sly grin. Then there isn’t much more talking left.

After he eats my pussy like he’s angry at it, we finally wash up and get out of the shower. “I want to show you something.” His hesitation behind his tone has me looking at him. The towel hangs low on his hips, displaying that fucking ‘v’ us women tend to wet our panties for.

I groan and use a towel to start drying my hair. “I’m tired,” I whine. Truthfully, I am. He has exhausted me with too many orgasms.

The corner of his mouth ticks. “Be ready in thirty.”