No Boundaries

“I need to see you come.”

Luka pushed my body up a bit and then turned me around to face him. His gray eyes met mine briefly as I pushed my thong aside and guided his hard cock inside of me. He filled me slowly. His hands gripped my hips and started to control my movement. God, it was fucking hot when he took control like that. I shifted my body back into his hands, allowing him to move my hips easier. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

Luka moved my hips faster and I felt the pressure begin to build again inside me. I lifted my head back up to look at him and his gray eyes captivated my own. Everything around us disappeared and it was only Luka and I. Our families and our duties no longer mattered. All that mattered was how amazing Luka made me feel.

Luka moved my hips faster as he pushed his hips up so he went deeper inside me. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra and pulled it off my arms.

Luka grabbed onto my hips and quickly flipped me over so that I was lying on my back. He leaned down and captured my hard nipple in his mouth, biting it ever so slightly. He gave my nipple a slight tug with his teeth and leaned his body up so he was kneeling between my legs. He grabbed my right leg and pulled it up over his shoulder, and he pumped his hips forward. I arched my back in response.

“Oh yes, Luka, don’t stop!” I cried out.

His hips started to move faster. He grabbed my hand and moved it down to my clit to start rubbing as he pounded into me. Goosebumps spread across my body. Luka pushed me to my breaking point. I moved my fingers faster over myself and let out a loud cry.

“Oh yes! Luka!”

Luka looked down at me. “That’s it, Vienna. Come for me.”

My whole body started to shake and I felt Luka’s body tense. He released inside me, which only made me orgasm harder. He let out a low moan and collapsed on top of me.

14

Luka

I spent two days in bed with Vienna. There was nothing else I wanted to do than lick her dry. But it was Friday, and I had a job to do. Marco had been blowing up my phone all morning, wanting to know the details. But I didn't give details. Details gave you something to tell the feds. No one knew the intimate details of my killings. Just me.

But as I looked at Vienna slumbering softly next to me, I wondered if I needed to tell her.

Her father was a bastard. As far as I was concerned, he was a deadbeat, and he left her and her mother for something better. What could be better than Vienna, I had no fucking idea. When her father had threatened to take Maria and Vienna away from us, Pops allowed me to take the job. It was my formal initiation into the family. Ten years ago, I made it happen. I shot that bastard point blank in the face.

When the feds found him almost five years later, he was so deteriorated we never thought they'd catch me. But they did. Someone had ratted me out, I was sure of it. Someone who knew the details.

But they didn’t have enough to keep me. I had done a clean job. I was good at it, not getting caught. Cleaning up after my own messes. It was why my lawyer had won. With enough appeals, I was a free man.

Since then, I made sure not to tell anyone else what my business was. Pops knew about this one, and that was it. He had me watch that kid for weeks. And of course he was dirty. Stupid little shit. We hadn’t told Marco why the docks needed to be cleared. Just that it had to be done.

Marco made me nervous because he had questions. Too many questions sometimes. But it wasn't that I didn't trust him. I just thought that in my absence, his position in the chain of command was a little bit higher than I wanted it to be. But that wasn't all his fault. It was the stupid fucking justice system that put me away, not him. Marco was bound by duty. Just doing his job.

I brushed a single strand of hair out of Vienna’s face. Her porcelain skin was so touchable. I dragged my finger down along her shoulder and she stirred slightly. I laid a kiss on her bare skin at the nape of her neck and got out of bed. There was work to do.

I got dressed and left her another note. I let her know that I wouldn't be ba

ck until Saturday, and to just relax around the apartment for the day. I let her know it was work-related. It killed me that I was already breaking my first promise to the woman I was falling in love with.

I arrived at the office to see my father sitting at his desk with two bodyguards flanking him. It seemed a little odd that he needed two, so I called him out on it.

“Two thugs, Pops? Really?”

He waved them off and raised a brow at me. “Sit. We need to talk.”

He stood up with his fist on the desk. His semi-bald head gleamed under a luminescent lamp. “We need the room, gentlemen.”

A couple men had been playing poker at one of the tables. They stood up, puffing their cigars, and walked up the stairs with the bodyguards. Within minutes, we were completely alone. No one disobeyed my father.

“What's going on, Pops? You seem tense.”

“Do I? Because you seem awfully relaxed.”

I straightened up in my seat. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”