Page 2 of Fatal Love

“I want more.”

I nodded, still stuck in a state of bliss. But I wanted more too, and I knew exactly what to take from him. I shoved him onto his stomach and pressed between his legs. Lifting him to his knees, I rubbed the globes of his ass. My hand trailed down his hip and around his side. Fisting his cock in my palm, I jerked his cock. “You’re mine from this point forward. Do you understand?” I whispered in his ear. The heat of my breath tickling his neck.

He grunted in response, his throat whimpering with need.

“Say it. I need to hear it.”

“I’m yours, Antonio.”

Reaching for my nightstand, I pulled a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. Once I had myself sheathed, I poured the clear liquid between his cheeks. His body flinched from the cool sensation as it dripped down his thighs. Pushing a finger into his ass, I leaned forward and kissed along the defined ridges of his back. My cock was aching so badly I wasn’t sure I would last long. My hands gripped his cheeks and pulled them apart. I pressed forward; my bulbous head pushing against his star. He looked over his shoulder, watching with anticipation as I eased my cock into his backside. His moan nearly did me in as I seated myself inside him fully.

“Oh, God.” He moaned, jutting backwards against me. “Fuck, you feel good buried inside me.”

I held my breath, trying to control myself. I wasn’t ready to come yet, but every nerve was firing on overdrive. Slowly, I shifted, pulling my cock out and slamming it back in. I gripped his hips and pummeled inside him, my balls slapping against his as I did. Reaching around, I tugged his cock into my hand. His palm laced with mine, jerking himself off as I fucked him. Our rhythm became frantic as we raced toward our climax.

“I can’t hold out much longer, Michael.”

“Me either. Come with me,” he grunted.

I could feel his muscles tensing around my shaft, signaling his orgasm was close. With a last tug of my hand, his cock exploded. I followed close behind, my orgasm ripping through my body. Hot spurts of come coated my hand as I filled the condom with mine. Our heavy breaths filled the room as we collapsed onto the bed.

“Holy shit,” Michael whispered as I pulled out of him.

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

The reality of what I had done hit me like a ton of bricks. I just slept with the family attorney—a man. What would Massimo or Vincenzo say? Shame riddled my core as I rolled off the bed. “You should go.” I tugged the condom off and tossed it into the wastebasket as I walked toward my shower.

“What?” Michael leaned up, looking at me with confusion.

“You should leave. This was a mistake.”

Michael hurried off the bed and stood before me. “What are you talking about?”

“I shouldn’t have slept with you. If my brothers find out…” I pressed my lids shut. “Please. Just go. We can’t tell anyone what happened.”

“You’re a coward.” I could hear him shuffling around in the room. “I know you felt something just now. Don’t deny it, Antonio.”

“Please. I can’t.”

“Can’t? Funny… it felt like you did. The big bad man is afraid to admit who he is. That’s a shame.” The sound of the bedroom door opening had me opening my eyes. “When you’re ready to admit how you feel, call me.”

I watched as Michael stormed out of the room. Sliding to the floor, I sat with my knees drawn to my chest. Why couldn’t I be like my brothers? Why did I want him so much? I closed my eyes and drifted back to the picture of Rachel. I couldn’t help but wonder if—no. It wasn’t possible. I shook the thought from my mind and stood. I needed to forget what happened with Michael and focus on bringing Rachel down. Everyone was counting on me to save Riley. Michael would just have to wait. But when I was ready—I hoped like hell he would still be there.

One

Rachel

Even with the phone held out from my face, I could hear the frustration in the district attorney, Mike Donovan's voice. “What do you mean, you don’t have anything? If we are going to put a former FBI agent in jail—a pregnant one at that. You better have evidence proving she planned to kill him. If you can’t make this stick, Rachel, your career will be over. Do you understand what I am saying to you? Get a fucking extension and find what we need to get that guilty verdict. And soon.”

I slammed the phone down, pissed off. It was getting old listening to the demands of Donovan. My team of investigators hadn't found a damn thing that proved Riley Lawson—now Anastasi, maliciously sought to kill a man. A man who, for all accounts, deserved death. Donat Ivanov might not have been as evil as his brother Dmitri, but he wasn't a good guy. Not to mention the fact he showed up at Vincenzo Anastasi's restaurant unannounced—you can bet it wasn’t for tea and cookies.

They were fucking this case up hand over foot, and I didn’t think I'd get it back under control. Hell, I didn’t think Riley was guilty of manslaughter, anyway. I learned shortly after arriving in this city the Feds were going after her because they wanted her husband. It certainly wasn't because there was any hard proof of her guilt. The only thing that woman was guilty of was falling in love with a mobster. And now she was pregnant with Vincenzo Anastasi's baby. If I was going to find some sort of motive, I needed to delay the trial and try to get shit back under control. I hated delaying cases, but if I didn't, we had no chance of winning.

“Judge Crowder’s office,” the soft voice of his secretary filtered through the phone.

I put on my fake sweetness as I spoke. Sweet was not how people back home would describe me. Bitch, ice queen, cunt, maybe… but not sweet. “Jessica, This is Rachel Hill. Is Judge Crawford available?”

“Ms. Hill, he just hung up from another call. Hang on and I’ll patch you through. We should get drinks sometime.”

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