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Hard.

Ha! It would be funny if I wasn’t so focused on not letting the orgasm building in my core erupt like wildfire.

“We should…we need to make a p-plan,” I whisper, my eyes squeezed shut. What’s the plan for again…? My mind goes blank, the slow rumble of the euphoric wave gathering speed. I bite down on his shoulder as his dick throbs inside of me. Oh, right, how to thwart an attack from the people trying to kill us. “Yes, a p-plan!” I screech.

“The only thing I’m planning on right now is how many ways I can make you come. Doesn’t that sound better than a plan?”

“Y-yes,” I say through gritted teeth. Oh God, does it ever! “B-but, Zeno, we need…we need to—” I take a sharp breath as his cock swells inside of me, hitting my spot. It isn’t just a gentle grazing, either. I clench my muscles tight, keeping him buried deep, his shoulder muffling the scream that reverberates through me.

“You’re so wet. You’re pussy is dripping all over me,” he groans. “Fuck me harder, Lil. Fuck me with that tight pussy and make me come with you.”

I barely hear my cries pierce the air as my body is swept away by that crushing, euphoric wave. The sounds are muffled by white noise filling my ears and I can only focus on two things right now — how it feels as his body shudders against me and his fingers press into the small of my back when his orgasm erupts inside of me, and how unbelievably crazy fate is.

Because although I’m not a big believer in that kind of thing, I know we were meant to find each other tonight.

To save our families.

And ourselves.

I can’t explain the feeling, but when we collapse against each other, our limbs entwined and our bodies sated, I’m convinced that our paths were meant to tangle.

Weweresupposed to get into each other’s crosshairs.

I just hope that we can figure out which of our paths doesn’t lead to a literal dead end before it’s too late.

CHAPTER16

ZENO

Ablaring ringtone shatters my eardrums at some ungodly hour of the morning. For a second, I have no idea where I am or why I’m there. Then Lily shifts next to me on the bed, her soft hair tickling my bare chest and a smile tugs at my lips.

It all rushes back, our sweaty, naked bodies writhing against each other, my hands roaming every inch of her body, her voice screaming my name…

Hands down, the hottest sex ever.

My cock jerks when I think about my hand slapping her ass, how she loved it, and how I made her pussy quiver and quake at the pure shock of it all.

And then my phone rings again.

I reach out for it, trying hard not to disturb Lily. My fingers dance around on the table and I lunge a little too far, falling off the bed with a loudoof!

Lily giggles from up on the bed. “Did you just fall out of the bed?” she asks in a sleepy voice.

“Yeah,” I snicker, rubbing my ass. Good thing it cushioned the fall for me. “Glad I didn’t scare you or anything. And I’m okay, by the way. Not that you asked, but just wanted you to know.”

“Good,” she mumbles. “So long as you’re in good shape to fuck me again.”

It would take a hell of a lot more than a little tumble to incapacitate me if her body is the incentive.

I grab the phone and stab the Accept button. “Yeah?” I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

“Zeno, it’s me,” Aldo says. “We’ve got a problem. Sergio is still MIA and so is Bruno.”

And just like that, the avalanche crushes me.

Sergio. Salesi. Messina’s son. The hit I did for Lily.

All of my occupational toxins consume me and my salacious highlight reel. I connected all the dots last night and I didn’t like the picture at all. I needed Lily’s body plastered against mine to keep the truth from swallowing me whole.

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