“Fuck,” he hissed. “Every fucking time I slide inside you, your body welcomes me home.” He knew he was being selfish, but he didn’t care.
After the conversation he’d just had, this is what he needed. The softness of her body accepting him as if this was where he belonged. Her soft moans pleading with him as he thrust inside her slick channel. Even the feeling of her nails scratching his skin increased the intensity.
She always knew what he needed. Never denied him what he wanted. As he continued making love to Camille, he knew this was a turning point for the two of them. He’d have to come clean tomorrow. Okay, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.
He knew there was the possibility she’d want to leave him. That she’d decide that this life was not what she wanted.
Not that he’d just let her walk away from him. No, that was something he could never allow.
Rocking in and out of her, he grabbed her leg tighter, even as his hold on her neck never changed. He knew how to give her maximum pleasure while also exerting his control. His baby enjoyed when he took control in the bedroom, bending her to his will, to his wants, and desires.
Her breathing became erratic, and he could feel the flutters around his cock. “Yes, baby. Come for me.” Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he adjusted his angle as well, for maximum pleasure.
“Oh, fuck! Tristan. Yes! Yes,” she exclaimed just before she made that sound he loved so much. “Ooooohhhhh!!!”
As her juices flowed around his dick, his pace quickened even more. Tristan sought that unmistakable feeling of flying among the clouds. His balls tightened as the zing of electricity coursed through his veins, finally releasing inside Camille. “Yes, baby. So fucking good. You got the best fucking pussy. You’re mine. I’ll kill any motherfucker who tries to take you from me.”
CHAPTER 9
Walking out of his uncles home the next day, Tristan felt a headache coming on. It had not been his intention to break his uncle’s heart, but there’d been no other choice. Marco had done this to himself.
If it came to be that, Tristan was the one who had to take him out of this world, so be it.
Orlando was waiting for him by the car. “How’d it go?”
“As well as can be expected. I need to get across town. Time for me to pay a visit to my future father-in-law.”
Climbing in the back of the car, Tristan lay his head on the back headrest. Just thinking about the defeat in his uncle’s eyes as he and Franco relayed the information about Marco’s plot.
Not only was Marco willing to sacrifice his father for power, but the plan was also to take out anyone else who got in the way. While no one was sure about the timing of the planned coup, they knew it was coming soon. His uncle asked about sending hisZiaSophia andCuginaMartina away on a trip overseas. Tristan thought it was a good idea but knew he’d never send them away. Plus, his uncle would need his wife and daughter if his oldest son were to leave this world.
No matter how evil someone was, he knew parents always wanted to see the best in their children. Although his uncle suspected his son was twisted inside, it had never been aimed at the family until now. Tristan had watched his uncle, a man he’d always considered larger than life, age ten years in front of his eyes.
Rubbing his hand over his face, he sighed deeply. The lives being impacted by Marco’s stupid quest for power would never be the same. He regretted not doing something about his cousin before now. Tristan didn’t give a fuck about many people in this world, but his uncle and aunt weren’t part of that group. He’d loved them as much as he possibly could and respected both of them for what they’d done for him. Dealing with Marco before now wasn’t something Tristan was ready to do. Bringing that level of heartache to his family without reason wasn’t how he did things.
But now, well, the reins were off. It was time to do what he did best. First, he needed to make a few calls.
Dialing the first number, he allowed it to ring a few times before someone picked up.
“Yes?”
“Hello, old friend. Can you talk?” Calling Conall O’Shea friend was a bit of a stretch. Then again, for men like them, they were about as friendly as you could get without being related.
“That depends. Business or pleasure.” Conall’s South Boston accent came through in every word.
“A little of both.”
The man on the other end went silent. “Family problems?”
Tristan reared back in shock, glad they weren’t face-to-face. How the fuck did Conall know what was happening? Knowing he couldn’t allow him to smell blood, he took a hard tone. “I don’t have problems I can’t fix.”
“Not without my help.” The insinuation was clear, but Tristan knew how things worked. A favor such as this was granted freely.
“And here I thought you were the diplomatic brother.”
Conall laughed loudly before responding, “No. That’s my older brother. I usually say what the fuck I mean, just with a smile on my face. Anyway, word on the street is someone in the inner circle has come up with a plan.”
“That’s the word on the street,” Tristan acknowledged. “When animals are cornered, they often run to a place they believe is safe. In this case, Boston is that place. I need to know our partnership still stands.” After everything went down a few years ago, he and the O’Shea brothers had come to an understanding.