Page 42 of Tainted Blood

I turn on some music and then the shower; hopefully the sounds of Led Zeppelin will mask the vibrations of my toy as I fuck myself to thoughts of the only person I can’t stop thinking about—Ian.

I wonder if he thinks about me when he strokes that massive, thick engorged length between his legs. My body quakes with need just imagining what he’d do to me with it. He destroyed my insides the last time. My tongue peeks out from my mouth as I envision running it around Ian’s bulbous tip and then sucking it down as far as I can go before gagging on the girthy length.

My orgasm doesn’t take long to rip through me because it never does when I think about him, so I’m able to wash up quickly and get out before I’ve finished a few Zeppelin hits. I turn off the water and the music after wrapping up my hair and body in two large towels.

My phone rings with a number I don’t recognize. Still, it has a Chicago area code, so I picked it up, assuming it’s the doctors calling to offer me my position. “Hello,” I answered.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” My eyes widened and I look up around my bathroom, wondering if somehow he’s got secret cameras hidden inside there. I know it’s ridiculous, but then my body lights up with a delicious new fantasy.

I gasp at the sound of his voice. “I can’t believe you are calling me.”

“I should have called you a long time ago.” Damn right, he should have, even though I told him I didn’t want to deal with a man in his area of expertise.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” I hate him suffering. After the last time, I nearly came back but Claudia told me not to because it was dangerous. Despite my reservations about the life our families lead, my heart can’t deny what I feel for him.

“Never better, beautiful. So, I heard your father’s having a fancy party tonight.”

“Yes, he is. How did you know?” Is he spying on me? Now the camera thing is starting to feel possible. Then again that could explain why there were extra men lurking around and my father wasn’t too concerned.

“I have my ways. Are you ever planning on coming home?”

“Do I really have a reason to come home? After all, I have no job, no schooling, and no one to go home to.” Immediately, I wonder if he was involved in getting Dr. Fisher to change his mind instead of my father. After all, they are a lot closer.

“Women, wait till I get my hands on your pretty little ass. I’ll bend you over and spank it.”

“You’d actually have to come near me to do that, and I doubt that will happen,” I huff.

“Well, it’s just a warning, and I have another one. If you let any of those assholes at your father’s party touch you, I’ll cut off their fingers.” His tone is gruff and strong, reminding me of the way he held me with such power.

Still, I can’t help but point out the truth. “I don’t belong to you.” Despite what my heart does when I think about him, which is almost every waking moment, it doesn’t change the fact that I haven’t heard from him until now.

“The moment you let me between your legs, you became mine, my little mafia princess.”

“I’ve got to get dressed.”

“You’re naked?”

“Actually, I’m in a towel,” I answer with the intention of tormenting him.

“Fuck, you are a naughty little girl.”

“Yes, I am, and too bad you missed the show.” He growls, and I giggle just before I click the red button, ending the call and tossing the phone on the bed. Let him suffer a little.

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This dress was a bad idea. I haven’t been at the party for more than twenty minutes and I’ve had more eyes on me than I can fathom. It’s not only the men, but the women have been shooting daggers at me. There’s no doubt this outfit made me a target of pure attention and hatred. I’m not mean or conceited, but this outfit is banging, and I look incredible in it. My curves only extend to my ass and tits, whereas my waist is snatched, giving me a completely sultry vibe.

“You are divine,” Edgar Cordova says. I roll my eyes before giving him my attention. “Thanks. Isn’t your fiancée around here somewhere?” My head turns and searches around the country club’s ballroom for her.

“She doesn’t have to be my fiancée. I can always fix that mistake.”

“Yeah, she’s not the mistake. You are. If something happens to her, I’ll know exactly who had a hand in it,” I say, my voice thick with meaning. This is why I hate the mafia family life. It’s as if I become them instantly, wanting to slit throats and end lives. I can’t shake who I am—my father’s daughter.

“It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“You heard my sister, Cordova.” My brother steps up, along with my father. I can’t believe they would behave that way at my father’s party, especially since he owns the club as well.

“She won’t always be around.”

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