Robbie
I watch as she shakily stands up. I forgot what ecstasy it was to have my cock buried to the hilt inside her tight pussy. It makes me insane. I pick up her sponge and squeeze her shower gel 0n to it. She looks at me with a weak smile, and I gently wash her body. I massage her in circles, nothing sexual this time, as I slowly clean her off. As I sponge her, I glance at the deep, red scratch marks on my arms from where her nails practically took my skin off. They sting a little, and that is sexy as fuck.
I am especially gentle between her legs, and once I’m done with her,
I smile down at her. “Do you want help getting out?”
She’s a little more steady, and she rinses the sponge off and puts more soap on it. “Not yet.”
She starts to wash my body, and I let her, watching her with hungry eyes. I could take her again right now, but I will myself not to. She’s already been fucked off her feet. Once I’m rinsed off, she shuts the tepid water off and steps out first.
She wraps a towel around her body, and as I step onto the bath mat, she tosses a sizeable black towel to me.
“Dry yourself.”
There’s a sharpness to her voice again, as though she was in a dwell, and now she’s come back to her senses. My heart sinks.
“Dina… Lass…” I walk toward her, and she steps back, holding a hand up.
“Robbie, we can’t do this again. It didn’t end well for us last time.
With the tension in the ranks, it will end even worse this time.”
I go toward her, but she steps to the side and walks into her room. I follow, towel wrapped around my waist. “We deserve a second chance, Dina. No one needs to know for now. We hid it last time. We can hide it this time.”
“That’s how I know it isn’t right because we have to hide it from everyone.” She says, turning to look at me. Her eyes shine with emotion, and I approach her, placing my hands on her upper arms to hold her steady.
“We find diamonds buried in the ground where they stay hidden from the light. Seeds germinate in the dark before they break through to the sun. We will tell people one day what we are to each other, but we can simply be for now.” I step closer and tilt her chin so she looks into my eyes.
“You are my everything. You have always been my everything. I have no desire for anything or anyone else other than you.” I lean down and kiss her gently.
She tries to pull away, but I keep my lips pressed against hers, and she melts into my kiss. I gently scoop her into my arms like a princess and kiss her again. She slides her arm around my neck, and I can feel her tremble in my arms.
I just want to spend my life pleasuring her and making her happy.
I set her down on the bed and pull my towel off, tossing it to the side. I open her towel and leave it open. I slip my middle finger into her and move it in and out.
Her cheeks go rosy, and she closes her eyes. While doing that, I use my thumb to massage her clit. She tries to shut her legs, but I’m between them, so I keep them open.
As soon as she’s wet enough again, I move to lie beside her. “On my face. Now.”
She looks at me with bright green eyes, and she’s breathing hard. I settle down on the bed, and she lifts herself, sitting with a knee on either side of me. I guide her to move up, and her dripping folds hover above me.
“Lower.” It’s more like a growl than a gentle request, and she lowers herself until her folds are pressed against my lips. I stick my tongue out and taste her-that taste.
It’s the first cold sip of water on a hot summer’s day when you’ve been out all day. She’s slightly salty and tart, and her juices are thick. I can feel my chin getting wet as she squirms.
“Ride my face,” I say, glancing up at her between her legs.
I can see she closes her eyes, and then she’s moving her hips, and her face is moving in and out of sight as she grinds her pussy against the bottom half of my face as I slurp, lick, suck, and taste every inch of her. I hold her hips while I do this, and she whimpers.
“Robbie…”
The whimper is so gentle. I open my eyes to see her teasing her own nipples. “I’m going to squirt again.”
I pause. “Keep going.”
I stick my tongue out, and she grinds a little faster against it. I flick it just at the right time to catch her swollen clit.
The animalistic mewls I elicit are enough to make my cock rock hard again, and I know she’s noticed because she pauses.
I let her change position. She’s now facing me, her legs on either side of my head but upside down so she can reach my cock.
I smile and grab her hips, pulling her to me as I fuck her folds and hole with my tongue.
I grunt as she takes my hard cock into her mouth and starts to move it deeper and deeper with each intake. Soon, she is choking on it, and the sounds she makes tighten my balls.
I feel her tense, and I suck hard at her clit, rolling it around with my tongue. She gags on my cock as liquid streams all over my face. It’s too much for my already sensitive dick, and she swallows as I cum into her mouth.
She slips off of me and lies next to me.
I know she’s spent, so I get up and open the bedding, helping her slip in before I slip in behind her. I slide an arm around her and spoon her, stroking her side softly. She falls asleep quickly, and I watch her sleep in the moonlight.
I must have been more tired than I realized because I jolt awake when the sun streams into the room.
“Good morning.” She’s standing across the room fixing her hair.
I sit up, and she throws a shirt at my head. “Time to get up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I grin, getting out of bed. My pants are on a chaise nearby, and I get dressed. She leaves the room, and once I’m presentable, I go to the kitchen to find her filling two cups with coffee. She hands one to me.
I kiss her forehead softly, but she pulls away. “We can’t, Robbie. We can’t do this, I’m sorry. I’ll arrange for a guard to protect me. We should be apart as much as possible.”
I set the coffee down and take hers from her before I take her by the arms. “We can make this work, lass. I can protect you just fine, thank you. Better than any man because you and I know I’ll lay my life down for you.”
I lean down, and we share a passionate kiss. She groans softly, but we pull away when my phone goes off. I pull it out and walk away from her. “Ronan.”
“There’s been an attack on Volkov soldiers.” My brother’s voice sounds grim. “Nine dead, and they’re accusing us.”
I frown and look at Dina. “I’ll be right over.”
“Be fast. This is going to escalate quickly. I’ll send you the address.” He hangs up, and I look at Dina.
“Nine Russians dead. They suspect it’s infighting again. They think it was the Irish.”
“Where are we needed?” she asks, picking up her coffee and taking a deep sip.
“I’ll drop you at the office and sort this out myself, don’t worry,” I say, and down my own hot coffee. I gasped slightly once it was done and set the cup down to see her frowning at me.
“You seem to forget who’s in charge,” she says. “Just because we had sex doesn’t mean you call the shots.”
“I’m not calling the shots. It’s a dangerous situation, especially because someone is out to get you.”
“I thought I was safest with you.” Her argument is good, but I shake my head.
“It’s not happening, Dina.”
“Robbie, either you take me there, or I will catch a cab. Consider which one is more dangerous.” She puts her hands on her hips, and I shake my head with a small smile.
“Alright then, you’re the boss.”
She smirks. “Now you’re getting it.”
I check the address on the phone and then show it to Dina. “I’m not familiar with this one.”
She nods and looks up at me. “I know exactly where that is. It’s one of Volkov’s joint operations with the Sorvino family. Mostly run by the
Russians, though.”
We grab everything we need, and I lead her to my car and help her in. She looks at me. “We have to argue constantly. Otherwise, someone is going to figure it out.”
“We don’t have to pretend, lass. We constantly fight anyway.” I chuckle as I close the door and go around.
It takes a while to battle traffic to arrive at the laundromat. It’s closed, and there’s no sign of media or cops, which is always good. We don’t want people to think there’s something bigger going on. Other families might get ideas.
“They run drugs and dirty money through here,” she says softly as we walk toward the back door. “The men in here are working-class men.”
“Most of them are,” I comment. “They make up the majority of the families.”
As we walk in, we see a large group of Russian men standing around some tables with dead bodies. One sees us and directs his attention straight to me. He storms forward and grabs me by the shirt, pointing a gun at my head.
“We should kill you for what your fucking people did, you Irish asshole,” he shouts.
Everyone cheers him on, but Dina calmly puts her hand on the gun and guides him to lift it. “I think not.”
They look at Dina, and the guy glares at her. “You’re betraying your people by being involved with these other families.”
“Am I? Before you kill this assh0le, can I at least say what I came to say? Then I’ll leave you to do whatever you decide to do.”
I look at her, and so do the Russian men, but they back off, forming a group around us.