She whimpers, but I watch as she bites her lip to keep from making a noise. However, the driver can see exactly what’s going on in the backseat because I didn’t put the partition up. Knowing he can see my wife ride me only makes me harder. Gripping her hips, I move her faster as she grips my shoulders, her fingers digging into the material of my shirt as I lift my hips.
I fuck myself into her while she moans louder with every thrust of my hips. Her tits bounce in front of me, and I’m not going to last long. Reaching between us, I circle her clit, teasing the little nub which only forces her nails to dig into my shoulders, and if I wasn’t wearing a shirt, I’d have claw marks down my chest as Scarlett mewls my name over and over again.
My own release hits me then, and I empty jet after jet of my seed inside my wife. And for a split second, I wonder what it would be like to see her pregnant. To see her swollen with my babies, and I force her down on my cock, fully seating myself inside her, until I’m spent and Scarlett collapses against me.
Perhaps once this is over, it’s time to talk to my wife about giving me those heirs I’d like.
16
Lycan
The room is filled to the brim with testosterone. I don’t blame Scarlett for staying in the bedroom while we plan our attack. It’s almost ten in the evening and everyone is here. Each and every man is ready to take down this bastard, and Kahn is leading the pack.
“He’s everything vile you can think of. The devil incarnate. We have the cartel on the border. Victor Cordero has his men waiting, so if they try to escape, we have them locked down. The water is covered by my team, and the airport is being manned by the Italians.” He pins a stare on Alex who offers a nod of agreement. “The roads are being watched by this chapter of The Kovenant MC.”
Darius nods before stepping forward. “We also have men that will make their way around the walls of the church and convent, in case anyone finds a way out that we don’t know about, they’ll be caught.”
“And I get the girls,” Alex says.
“Have you told us why you’re so adamant about them?” Darius asks the question I’m sure is on a lot of minds in this room. He never gave me a reason, only that he needed it done. When it comes to the mafia, I don’t ask questions.
For a moment, Alex looks like he’s about to walk out. The fear that flickers in his eyes makes me nervous. But then he responds, “They have three of the Don’s daughters.” And everyone in the room’s mouth gapes in shock.
“Fuck.” This comes from Darius, but he’s only voicing what we’re all thinking.
Alex settles in a chair, his hand grasping the tumbler of vodka in a fierce hold. “And one of them was meant to be my wife. Not that I want her, but she’s young, innocent, and I need to save her. I don’t play the hero, because I’m not, but for my Familia, I need to do this.”
A lot of made men who are forced to marry women they didn’t choose. And being a Capo, I’m certain Alex has rules he needs to follow, but if he refuses this girl, I’m not sure what that means for her future. Does she just get sent to another one of the other made men? That could be worse.
Even though Alex is still fairly young, some of them are in their fifties and sixties. I couldn’t imagine Scarlett would be happy with someone so much older. But then again, who knows what people desire these days.
“Then it’s settled.” I break the silence. “We’ll go in before sunrise, which will give us the element of surprise. Every man in position by three, no later. If this goes wrong, there will be innocent blood on your hands.” I take a moment to look at each of the men, and every one of them nods with an expression of pure need for violence.
As they take their leave and head to bed for a few hours of shuteye. I make my way to the bedroom where Scarlett sits on the bed, Kindle in hand, and I wonder if she’s reading one of those romance books she seems to love so much.
“I need some rest,” I tell her.
Those silver eyes flick to mine. “I’m worried about you.” Concern is etched on her face, and even though I should really be in bed for another couple of weeks, I can’t stay here while my men go into war.
Because that’s what this is, a war.
“I’m fine,” I assure her as I undress. Shrugging off my shirt, along with my slacks, I slip under the covers before I pull her toward me, needing her warmth to quell the urge to kill. That will come. For now, I close my eyes and nuzzle my nose into Scarlett’s hair.