No Boundaries

“So besides working what have you been doing?” he asked incredulously.

“Nothing, really. I’ve been keeping a low profile, trying to get past everything that happened.”

“That’s a lot to work through.”

“Yeah. What have you been doing? Just working for the family? I mean after jail.”

He nodded slowly. It was clear he was apprehensive to give me any real information. “Something like that. Mostly missing you.”

“Missing me? What's that supposed to mean?”

As he turned into an alley, he put his hand up on my knee. Skin to skin contact was almost too much for me to take. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t allowed to feel this way about him. But I couldn’t tell that to my body. I felt the blood rush to my core and my pussy was almost immediately wet.

God damned fireball.

He parked the car. I looked out and saw the familiar brick building next to us, but I couldn't place it.

“I said I miss you, dammit. Why do you think I went through so much trouble to find you?”

I shrugged. I honestly didn't know. Why now, after ten years, had he finally come for me? I had always assumed that he had just forgotten about me. What was a fifteen year old girl to him back then? There had to be some other reason why he sought me out. Maybe he was here on business for the family, and he was just acting like he missed me to get the information from me he needed. Information about my mother's murder. But I didn't know anything. I never testified because I was under the desk the whole time. My mother and two other people had been killed that day in the office, and I never figured out exactly why. I’d spent years trying to uncover the truth about why she was included in that hit, but I never found anything. She was just the accountant. She wasn’t important enough to the family t

o have a hit taken out on. All signs pointed to a murder of passion. After years of searching for the truth, I finally knew why she had died, and I knew exactly who to blame.

“I know you came to me for information. But I don't have any, Luka, I never did.” My lies were the whole reason I was here. But as I looked at him, a genuine expression of concern on his face, my resolve wavered.

“I never thought you did. You were just a scared kid. Unfortunately, you had to be there when it happened, and that should have never fucking happened. And I’ll make sure that it’ll never happen again.”

“Never happen again? Can you guarantee that? Luka, your life is full of death.” I was starting to panic, my feelings for him rushing back. And if I didn’t do my job quickly, I’d be in over my head. He had to take me back to the family, then I would finally know the truth. I would get my revenge.

“If I go back to the family with you, there's no way that you can be sure that I'll be safe.” I had to get him there. To take me with him.

He squinted at me. “You think this is about coming back to the family? That’s not what any of this is about.”

I shook my head. “What the hell is this about then, Luka? You come out of the woodwork after a decade and you expect me to know what's going on. You take me to dinner for Godsakes! I don't know anything.”

He laughed at me. “You never did.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the tension building between us. He never took his hand off my thigh. Instead, his hand started slowly creeping up between my legs. My short skirt exposed more than it meant to—it was meant to help me get better tips—but now, I wasn't sure what I would get out of it. Butterflies danced in my stomach as I felt the tension in the car shift from anger to something else entirely.

“I want to taste you.”

My mouth dropped open in shock. “Me? Why me?”

He looked into my eyes and simply said, “Because I've wanted to for ten years. And I'm tired of waiting.”

I had dreamed of this moment for years. For when he would really look at me as a woman, rather than the kid that ran around his father’s office.

With those simple words, my resolve started to crumble. “Don’t wait anymore.” I spoke without even thinking. I said it so quietly I wasn't sure if he heard it or not. But within seconds, his mouth was on mine, and I knew that once again, I was addicted to Luka Gioti. And I knew that that meant only one thing: danger.

It was as if time had slowed down, as I felt every little part of his lips meet mine. There was no one else but Luka and me. I felt his tongue tease my lips and I slightly parted my mouth. His hand rushed behind my head, pulling me closer to him. What happened in seconds felt like hours. I knew once his lips met mine that I was not going to be able to resist him.

The seatbelt pulled at my waist, reminding me that we were still in his car, parked in the alleyway. I didn’t care though, because all I was focused on was wanting his hand to move farther up my thigh. A small voice inside my head was yelling at me for what I was doing. I was betraying my family’s name. But with his lips on my own and his hand dangerously close to the edge of my skirt, I couldn’t think of anything but his strong body over mine, taking me over the edge.

Our kiss deepened and his hand moved swiftly underneath my skirt, brushing up against my core. I let out a small moan into his mouth. I imagined how that tongue would feel in other places of my body and felt a slight ripple from my chest down to my core. His fingers lightly teased me over the fabric of my thong. I slightly rolled my hips and felt the tug of the seatbelt again, pinning me to my seat. I heard the audible click of his seatbelt as he pushed me back toward my seat and moved his lips down to my neck. I leaned my head back into the headrest. His fingers pushed aside my thong and slowly ran down my slick folds. I let out a loud moan. His finger slipped inside of me, and I felt a jolt of fire course through my body. I rolled my hips on top of his hand, wanting him to go deeper. He placed his thumb on my clit and started to rub in a circle as he slowly moved his finger in and out. All of a sudden, he stopped and pulled his hand out from underneath my skirt. My body felt cold with the absence of his touch. I opened my eyes in confusion.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Get out of the car. I need to be able to see you better as I fuck you.”