Page 20 of Widow’s Walk (Women of the Mafia #1)

Chapter seventeen

Blackwell

I use the grip I have on her hand to yank her into me, the force just enough to hear the sharp catch of her breath as her body collides with mine.

I hardly took my eyes off her as I let her quietly explore our home. How her eyes swept over every corner like she was trying to memorize it. The near imperceptible softening around her eyes, the pause she took at the top of the stairs, and the way her fingers lingered on the edge of the banister.

It was subtle, something anyone else would miss, but I could see it. The tiniest hint of a reaction from her. Especially when we first arrived. It had my chest expanding with pride.

Everything about this place was designed with her in mind. Chosen with obsessive precision. Not to impress her, but for comfort. Entirely unlike the prison she was raised in. The opposite of what she’s been living in for the last several months. A place meant to feel untouched by blood.

Nothing gaudy or garish. No flash, but still fit for a fucking goddess.

She’s still a complete puzzle to me, but I am starting to find some of the pieces.

Her ring, for example. I’m almost certain she has no idea what it is.

Or how many hours I spent tracking it down.

The negotiations with the previous owner.

The favors I had to cash in. She’s still wearing it, and Sinclair would not wear anything she didn’t want to.

This will be her safe place. A home where she will feel unchained. Somewhere that makes it feel separate from our lives. Here, we aren’t heirs or criminals.

I am content with the life I am destined for, but Sinclair deserves so much more. And I will spend my life giving that to her.

Because she will never be someone’s pawn again.

Going into this, I had planned to respect her and maybe even enjoy her, but the need to protect her was unexpected. Her safety is my number one priority.

And I never thought I would want her as badly as I do. The fire she ignites with a single glance. The way she lives in my mind. The thoughts she consumes.

Everything is her .

Slanting my mouth over hers, she slightly tenses. I’ve learned to look past it. The day she no longer braces for pain will be the day that I know that I’ve won. Not control, but trust.

The kiss turns savage in seconds, and we’re pulling at each other with the need for dominance. The end of our last conversation doesn’t help any.

She climbs up my body to wrap her limbs around me, and I carry her to the windows, pressing her back against the cold glass. I break the kiss, and her feet touch the floor to start toeing off her boots, the same time my fingers slip beneath the waistband of her pants, tugging them low.

I pull one foot at a time out of her pants, her panties coming with it, and her jacket hits the floor. I stand up and wrap my fingers around her jaw, and we lock eyes. Breathing heavily and anticipating the burn that comes next.

I kiss her hard and deep, then I spin her around, her facing the windows now.

Her back naturally arches, taunting me with her perfect ass.

I have my cock out, hard and heavy in one hand, while I reach out with my other to rub the silky-smooth globes.

Admiring my darker color against her flawless pale tone.

She rocks back and her head falls back. I press my body into hers, my hand sliding around her hip, slowly making its way between her thighs. My fingers glide right through her wetness and I fucking love the way her breath hitches like she’s stopped breathing all together.

My teeth sink into her neck as I shove three fingers inside her, my palm slamming against her pussy. I nip and lick her and start thrusting my fingers in and out with brutality. My cock throbs against her ass and she rubs her perky ass into me.

“Fuck,” she whispers with a gravelly voice, then starts riding my fingers. Chasing her high. I fuck her harder until her mouth falls open on a silent scream, her inner muscles contracting, and a torrent of her arousal spills free.

I allow her to come down slowly, prolonging her pleasure. As soon as her muscles stop twitching, I remove my fingers, slipping against her pussy the entire way. I lean back and use my hands to spread her cheeks, her dark pink hole between them has me salivating.

She tilts her ass up and I drag my wet fingers between her cheeks while using my other hand to guide my cock between her legs. Gripping her hips, I slam into her in one sharp motion. She moans, and her back bows more.

My hands move to her ass again and I can’t stop gawking at her tight ring of muscles. I ram into her with swift efficiency. My groin meeting her ass over and over. Using my thumb, I rub that tight hole of hers, and she almost wilts under me. She wants it just as badly.

I press my thumb deep inside, and my hips speed up. I stab my thumb in and out, and I can’t take it anymore.

My cock slips out of her and I have her on her hands in knees in the next moment. Gripping either side of her ass, I spread her and tongue the fuck out of her. Every inch of her most delicate areas. I dart my tongue in and out of her tight rim, then up and down the seams of her cunt.

I sit back, and she drops down to her elbows so she is open nicely for me. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, I spit on her asshole before using my thumb again to spread it and dip it inside.

She moans and rocks her body and curls her fists in sexual frustration. Not wanting to torture either us any further, I push the head of my cock in her ass at a leisurely pace until I bottom out.

Fuck. Fuck, it feels good.

I curl my body around her and begin moving. One hand fists her ass while my other snakes back between her thighs to bury inside her cunt. She cries out and tries to fuck me back. And it turns barbaric.

I rut her, her body jolting, my fingers anchored inside her, my cock ready to combust. She cries out and convulses, but I don’t stop. I don’t relent. I fuck both her holes harder. She tries to squirm away on instinct, her body overstimulated, but I own her.

I put more of my weight on her and piston my hips until I’m gritting my teeth with a groan caught in my throat. The base of my cock is sticky and her cum has my hand dripping.

I drop to my side, pulling her with me as we both try to clear the stars from our vision. I nuzzle my face into her hair and use her soothing scent to steady my breathing.

I’m more than content right now. I’m home. With Sinclair.

This was just a taste of what our life together will be like.