Athena
Luciano’s breathing was harsh and labored. I swear anyone could hear him a mile away. We were hidden by the thick trees that surrounded the cabin and the patio as well. The fact that we were in the open and I was about to do something very very naughty was so fucking thrilling. My thighs were slick with excitement.
My hands dragged down the zipper of his pants, and all the while I stared up at him, holding his gaze. He watched intently as I pulled down his pants and freed his very turgid member.
“Fanculo,” he swore, “Are you sure about this, Cara? We’re outside. Anyone could-”
My eyes dropped to the impressive shaft before me and impulsively, I licked at the head unable to resist. His member jumped at the impact and Luciano groaned deeply, slipping his hands into my hair.
“Fuck Cara! Let’s go inside-”
“No,” I declined and wrapped my hands around him. “I want this. Right here, right now.”
He growled again, pulling on my hair tightly when I began stroking him, pumping my fingers up and down his shaft. His growls filled the air, tightening my nipples even harder. Fuck he was gorgeous.
I had always considered it unfair that he was this fucking gorgeous. Everything about him drove me damned crazy and while I knew I ought to run, I didn’t want to leave just yet. I wanted to take all he had to give and then I would run.
He had claimed that he would never leave me. But it was all a lie. It had to be. He most likely had said all that because he wanted to get into my pants. That made more sense than thinking he really did want to spend time with me.
I was no fool. It would be a completely foolish decision if the words he said were correct. Perhaps later I would find a way to contact Frederick through the burner phone, send the video to him, and this madness, this… this lust that sent us into a fucking frenzy every time would blow over.
But for now?
Holding Luciano’s hooded gaze, molten eyes staring at me in a rather hot gaze, I slipped my mouth over his hot, pulsing rod and watched him lose his shit.
“Oh Fuck!” He gritted, grabbed my hair, and shoved his entire dick right into my throat. I groaned and garbled, struggling to take his entire length deep into my throat. “Yes, that’s it,” he urged, slowly sliding my head up and down his shaft. “Just like that Cara. Good girl. Oh fuck me, that feels good. So good.”
His praises washed over me and I found myself eager to please him. I ignored the warning signs in my head and sucked harder and faster. I would worry about the consequences later. Not now…I just wanted to see him explode. I wanted to see his face freeze, see his face shut down as he had his climax.
“Cara, I’m close!” He growled, breathing harshly with each passing minute.
I slipped away for a minute to yank off my top and heard him sigh in delight when I continued.
It didn’t take long before he exploded.
I watched him struggle with his climax before finally releasing and grinned when he let out a shout. Fuck it felt good to see him that vulnerable. He always looked so commanding and domineering. Like he owned the world. And while that was as hot as hell, I liked seeing his vulnerability as well.
“Ah Cara,” he groaned, lowering himself to sit beside me. “You will be the death of me.”
I chuckled sadly, looking away from him. He had no idea how accurate those words would be.
***
“No way!” I yelled in protest, batting the chess piece aside.
“Yes way,” He grumbled picking up the pawn I had tossed aside and glared at me.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I snapped. “You can’t make a pawn a queen until it reaches the end of the board! That’s classic chess tactics.”
“That’s…that’s the old way of playing it,” he argued, a serious look on his face as if it were true. I knew he was fibbing.
The jackass was a sore loser. We had played three games of chess and he had lost every single one. We were in the fourth round and Luciano was trying to come up with ridiculous and very untrue rules concerning the game.
“Seriously,” he defended. “The pawn can become the queen as long as it’s in the last three rows.”
I leaned forward to flick his forehead and shook mine in disapproval. “Liar. That’s not how it works.”
“That’s how it does!” He yelled. “And if that’s not how it works, then I don’t want to play any longer.”
I chuckled at his petulant display and shook my head again. “Who would believe this? The great mafia lord is a sore loser.”
“I’m not a loser. I will never lose!” He grumbled. “You must have done something to the game.”
“Hilarious, what’s there to do in a game of chess? Blindfold you while you play?” I teased, leaning forward to pack up the game.
“You play so well,” he commended, watching me. “Where did you learn?”
“My father,” I said briefly, not giving much thought to my words until he asked.
“Your foster father?”
Ah, shit. I had forgotten that I had slipped and told him I had a foster father. Closing my eyes briefly, cursing myself out mentally, I opened them and looked up at him with a small smile.
“No. My dead father,” I mumbled and he sighed.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled and I froze.
What does he just say? Sorry? Did he have any idea what had happened to my father? Fuck, I thought sitting up properly, had I blown my cover?
“It must have been hard growing up without him,” he continued and I relaxed.
He was just being courteous. I nodded at his words, reminded of the reason why I was there before him in the first place. My mind flashed back to the record room.
Robert Hernandez. Weapons dealer.
My father whom I had lived with in the notion that he was the most innocent person on the fucking planet, turned out to be part of Italian Mafia all along. Why would he be on their hot list though? Why would they try to kill him? The mafia would not try to kill one of their own unless he had betrayed them.
Had my father betrayed them?
Luciano’s hands reaching for my face brought me out of my reverie. I leaned away from his touch, not wanting him to touch me at all. He must have noticed this and withdrew his hands, staring at me with a haunting look in his eyes.
“Is something wrong Raven? You look unhappy?”
I shook my head in reply. “Just a bad memory. I’m going to shower,” I announced and sauntered off into the cabin before he could say a word. As I dashed into the bedroom, my eyes fell on the place I had hidden the burner phone.
Just one phone call, my mind urged. Just one phone call and by tonight Luciano would fall. The mafia would fall. I would have taken the revenge that I had dreamed of for years. I ought to be happy right? Yet I felt so damned empty. I felt… Shitty. Yes, shitty describes my emotions at the moment.
Luciano was a wanted man, turning him in would be the best of all options, but I didn’t want to. I had no idea why, I had no fucking idea why, but I didn’t want to turn Luciano in anymore.
This is what you get when you spend too much time with bad people! What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn’t betray Frederick or the FBI, or my father!
“I don’t care,” I whispered, rushing into the bathroom. “I don’t care about him. I do not care about Luciano. I’ll keep fucking saying it until I believe it and I can finally end this damned mission already!”
I slipped into the bathtub, blinking away the tears that stung the corner of my eyes, and sunk deep into the water that slowly filled the tub. If I had to knock senses into myself, then I fucking would.
Caring about Luciano was madness. Thinking about hiding the evidence I had garnered for the FBI was insanity. Hell, I had even sent the video to Damian. My eyes widened in realization. Damian should have sent it to the FBI!
That meant they were most likely on the lookout for me. They probably hadn’t found me because Luciano had me stashed away in his cabin. Fuck! I thought, tears sliding down my cheeks on their own accord.
No, I was most definitely not crying because I had grown fond of my father’s murderer. I definitely was not crying because of that at all.