devilish smile he gives me is a tell that he plans to take me ruthlessly.
I snap my gaze back to the wall when he rubs the head of his cock over my ass.
He pushes in and it feels weird as he stretches me to take his width. Then it feels good. There’s something about the way his goes in that feels good. then he starts pumping and it feels amazing.
God it feels amazing and just like I thought he takes me as ruthlessly as he owned my pussy.
Fuck, I come again and from the feel of his cock inside me I know he’s nigh on coming too. I have to hold on to the wall to keep myself from falling over. My knees can’t support me and my head feels so light I might fade away.
He starts pumping hard and it’s not long before I feel his cum spray into me.
As it does we both cry out from the sensation of his cock spasming inside me and my knees actually buckle. He slips his arm around me to keep me up, then pulls out of me so he can hold me close to his chest.
“I want you,” he whispers into my ear. “I keep wanting you, more of you.”
The words sink in and I want him too. I can’t see how I can have him though.
I turn to kiss him and he kisses me back with reckless abandon.
When we pull out of the kiss I’m about to tell him I want him too but the words freeze in my mind as I swear I see someone watching us. Right over there by the grove of trees I’m sure I saw a face in the bushes and then they were gone. They weren’t there long enough for me to get a good look at who they were but I know I saw a face.
Tristan looks over to where I’m looking and back to me.
“What, Bellezza? Did you see something?”
“I think someone was watching us. I think they saw us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I saw a face but I don’t know who it was. They were looking right at us.”
He doesn’t say anything, but I can see in his eyes that that’s a big problem. One I already knew could happen. Now it has.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Tristan
I’m trying not to think about who could have seen us.
I’m trying to tell myself it might have been one of the guards but the tension I feel stirring inside me tells me otherwise. I have a bad feeling and usually when I have these bad feelings I tend to be right.
I push it out of my mind along with everything else when Dominic and I head out for the journey back to LA. It’s going to take us well a little over two hours by jet to get there.
Dominic has given me the silent treatment all morning and he’s avoided looking at me. He’s just been distant.
At least talking to him would help establish if it was he who saw me with Isabella.
When we get to L.A I do feel like home. there’s a comfort about being back that’s good for me. almost like a rejuvenation.
That was what the island should have felt like but I never really got to enjoy it as such.
We saw Massimo just before the meeting so we were able to talk prior to everyone arriving. It was good to talk amongst ourselves as brothers. And, if I’m honest just good to see him.
He wants us to keep an eye on the Mazzones.
The problem with not knowing who to trust is exactly that. It creates anxiety because you have no idea what to begin to look at to establish why you shouldn’t trust a person. It’s not like it will be as easy as looking to see if a person sweats too much or talks too fast, or even says shit that doesn’t make sense.
The men coming here today are going to be men who would have experience in the art of manipulation.
We gather in the meeting room first then our guests come in ten minutes later.
There’s Viktor and Aiden representing the Romanov family and Franco and Lucca representing the Mazzones.
As I see them I keep my eyes peeled on them. I’ve never met with these men before, but I’ve seen them at Syndicate functions. Back then they looked normal, standard, but then most traitors do. You can’t usually tell who the traitor is until he’s ready to show his face.