Precious Legacy (The Notorious Legacy #1)

Chapter 24

TWENTY-FOUR

A s soon as the door opens, Alanis grips the lapel of my jacket and drags me inside the bathroom stall. Kicking the door closed behind me, I let our lips smash together, our bodies crashing together in desperation to get closer to one another. It seems whatever she was planning for later couldn’t wait, because she’s hungry, her hands tearing at my belt buckle as she sinks to her knees.

I grip the edge of the cubicle walls, throwing my head back as she frees my cock from my slacks and fists it slowly. “Fuck, Presh. You’re really killing me,” I groan. She looks like a goddess draped in silk; blood red. It’s as if she could read my thoughts when she dressed tonight. She dressed for me .

A giggle slips from her throat and I drop my head just as her tongue slides over the head of my dick. Her green eyes lock with mine and it’s like I can read her thoughts— her dirty, dirty thoughts . She strokes my shaft before adding her tongue and running it along the underside, her motions determined.

My knees wobble under the intensity of her teasing, a delicious heat crawling up my spine. All I want to do is grab her by the hair and shove my dick down her throat, but the look in her eyes tells me she wants control right now. So I just lean back against the door and let her go to town, sucking and jerking me off fervently.

Her hand cradles my balls, massaging them while her talented mouth bobs back and forth over my cock.

“Shit, baby. That feels so good.” My hand automatically finds the back of her head, guiding her further down until I hit resistance. Her hands grip my thighs, her mouth right at the base. When I look down, her eyes are watering, but there’s a glint of smugness in them. She’s fucking challenging me, competing to see which one of us will back down first, and I’ll be damned if it’s me. I could watch her choke on my cock all night. Then again, Alanis has never been a quitter, and judging from the way her eyes shimmer and lose focus, it’s going to be me that caves.

Fuck.

Tangling my hands in her hair, I yank her head back and lean down. “Defiant little shit,” I growl.

Her lips kick up in a smile, her pants coming out short and sharp as she recovers from suffocating on my cock. The challenge is still there, enough for me to slam my lips onto hers and shove my tongue exactly where my dick was just a moment ago.

She pushes to stand up, our lips still connected. Even with her killer heels she’s still shorter than me, but that’s what makes us work. It makes it easy for me to grip her by the thighs and lift her to pin her against the wall.

“Ro—” she gasps as her back hits the wall.

“Yes, Presh?” I run my tongue along the column of her neck, my hand following where I’ve licked.

“Please,” she rasps, her pulse pounding beneath my fingertips.

Her pussy is already lined up with my cock, all hot and needy, wet and desperate. She’s soaking, dripping all over me. All it would take is one thrust, but I kinda like the idea of her begging. Now that I’m in control, I can tease her just like she did me.

Sliding my cock through her slick folds, I listen to her heady whimpers and choked pleas to fuck her. It’s such a fucking turn on that I’m closer to blowing my load than she is to getting fucked, but I want to hear those words.

“Beg me,” I growl.

Her brows knit together and angry, defiant lines crease her forehead.

I run my nose along hers. “Come on, Presh.” I quirk a brow and nip at her bottom lip. “How bad do you want it?”

“I didn’t bring you in here to talk, Genovese,” she snaps. “Either fuck me or don’t.”

“But hearing you beg is such a pretty sound,” I admit with a slight groan, leaning down to lick the shell of her ear.

She shudders against me, but makes no attempt to remove herself from where she’s locked around my body. She throws her head back, giving me better access to kiss a path along her throat, sucking and biting until she’s writhing against me, searching for friction.

“I thought hearing me come was your favorite sound?”

Well, damn. She’s got me there.

I can’t even fight the smile when her lips kick up, because she knows she’s pinned me down with my own words. I can’t say I’m surprised, though. This is what we do—fight and push each other until one of us gives in. It’s toxic, yet addictive. Everything about Alanis is like a drug to me. Since we were little, she’s always been my obsession, and when I got my first hit, I was done for.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kisses my cheek. “Fuck me,” she whispers, a needy whine lacing her demand. “Fuck me like you own me.”

Pushing away, I tuck the black strands behind her ears and peer into her green gaze. “I do own you, Presh.”

“You don’t,” she smirks. She fucking smirks, and it does something to me. “But fuck me like you do.”

Our lips crash together at the same time I thrust into her wet cunt. I pull out and slam back into her, swallowing her cries as her fingers grip my shoulders. Her body slides up and down the wall as I fuck her without hesitation, without coordination or thought. The connection we have is bone deep. It runs in my blood, in my veins, in the fibers of every muscle in my body. She’s in my head, every fucking neuron that reacts is because of her. From the day I realized what I felt for her, I knew she had ruined me. I’ve never looked at another woman because she’s always consumed me.

I thought I lost that feeling a few years ago. I’d be lying if a part of me felt relieved for it, because it killed me to leave her in the first place and moving on felt like the only possible thing to do. Truth is, that feeling never went away, I just buried it. Now, those feelings are resurfacing, flooding into every thrust as I pound her against the bathroom wall.

It’s not a claim of ownership that spurs me to fuck her hard and fast; it’s desperation. An urge to make her feel just how much I care for her, want her—no— need her. I want her to understand just how much I fucking love this woman.

The sound of flesh slapping echoes in the bathroom. Thankfully, I had the sense to lock the door behind us, so nobody will be coming in to interrupt. I can fuck my girl just how I want to, how she needs me to.

“Harder!” she begs breathlessly. Her legs lock tighter around my waist, her body sliding up and down the wall. Her face is scrunched up in a hypnotizing blend of pleasure and lust. She’s so fucking stunning that I momentarily lose myself just watching her, absorbing every feature and committing it to memory—not that I haven’t already.

“Fuck!” I groan as heat crawls up my spine and my balls tingle. I reach between us when I feel Lani’s pussy tighten around me, pressing her clit down with my thumb. My movements grow sloppy, determined to get her off before I blow my load.

In a matter of seconds, she shatters around me, a beautiful scream tearing from her throat. Her sweet cunt spasms and doesn’t stop until I explode, painting her insides with hot cum. “Fffffuuuck!”

My head collapses against her shoulder, her skin hot to the touch beneath my forehead. Our chests bounce against the other’s, a rapid flurry of breaths battling for oxygen. I feel fingers trail through my hair at the back of my head, Lani whispering words I can’t quite hear beyond the pounding of my heartbeat drumming in my ears. Through the haze of my post fuck, I latch onto two words. Break. Heart.

Slowly, through the racing of my pulse and erratic breaths, I pull away and drop a kiss to her lips. I don’t ask her to repeat what she said. The look in her eyes exposes enough vulnerability as it is. Instead, I steal another kiss, a deeper one that has Lani humming in my mouth.

Then the banging starts. Fists on the door drum away, breaking us from our sex induced bubble. Huffing, I set Lani back on her feet and help her rearrange her very short dress. I have half a mind to cover her up because I saw how heads turned when she entered before. There wasn’t a single guy who didn’t appreciate the view, and if I could, I’d rip their fucking eyes out, just like I did to Ashton Greedy. And Scott Bryon. He wasn’t hard to find, and now I’ve only got one fucker left to track down in order to carry out my vengeance for what happened to Lani. I know I told her I’d stay out of it, but I couldn’t, and I don’t regret my actions.

Call me possessive, I don’t care. She’s mine and always has been.

I convinced Alanis to come tonight by telling her Ashton wouldn’t be here. I never said why. I know that lying to her by omission means I’m backpedaling on what we’ve managed to rebuild, but some things are worth that risk. It’s only been a day since Ashton took his last breath. It swiftly followed a blood curdling cry as I tore his face away from his skull and laughed in delight. His buddy met the same fate earlier today, and goddamn it felt good to watch him bleed out.

Yeah, I know it’s fucked, but it tempered my rage so much that I can’t say I regret a thing. Alanis doesn’t need to know, and by the time Ashton’s disappearance is noted, his visit to The Ravenite will have been wiped from all security feeds, thanks to Gracie Lucchese. His friend didn’t have the same notoriety, so his disappearance is a non-issue. Now, to track down the cop.

I don’t give Gracie enough recognition. She’s stellar with a computer. Dad said she takes after Max, her adoptive father, but I think she’s too fucking clever for her own good. It was easy enough to ask her for the small favor of hacking into Haldon’s video footage and recycling old streams. No one will suspect a thing, even if they were looking for something. I’ll have her do the same thing after I get a hold of this last fucker.

Once all three have been handled, my girl won’t be constantly watching her back and worrying about the asshole. A small part of me feels guilty that I’ve stolen her revenge from her, but it’s easy to ignore when I’m watching her clean my cum from the inside of her thighs. That’s a distraction I’d pay to have over and over again.

As soon as we’ve cleaned up and don’t look like we’ve just fucked in the filthiest bathroom ever, we head back to the VIP section to watch the fight. Honestly, I don’t really watch what’s going on down below because I’m still reliving our moment in that stall, revisiting every thought and feeling that ran through my mind as I plowed into her.

It’s easy to lose myself in her because she’s so fucking enthralling. I’ve known Alanis all my life, yet every day I’m discovering something new about her. Like the fact she gets off on me cooking for her. Granted, that might have been because I was half naked in her kitchen, but I’d already fucked her six-ways-to-Sunday, so I’m taking the win, regardless.

When the fights end, we leave the chaos behind us and head to Gemini club. Alvaro had already disappeared by the time we returned to the couches. I have no idea where he went, but Haldon mentioned something about running an errand, which was all we needed to know he was up to something. He’s been acting like a grumpy teen recently, especially when it comes to Kyrovsky. My gut instinct is that he’s gone to pay him a visit, though I don’t know why because he met with him the other night to discuss the dock situation. I sense this was a personal visit, which might be why he’s been acting so shady.

Haldon left with us, making a hefty profit from gambling, so he’s in high spirits despite the issue with the Russians. So much so that he’s pulled out the top shelf liquor and has invited some random girls from the dance floor to join us.

I’m not at all interested, though. My eyes are firmly on Alanis, who is currently grinding up against Haven like nobody’s business. She joined us here later because she had to finish studying. I swear there’s no way she’s actually related to Haldon. She’s got all the smarts and Haldon, well… he picked up the jokester card from the gene pool. He’s got business smarts, but stick him in front of a textbook and he throws a fit.

Their bodies sway to the dirty beat of ‘Mommae’ by Jay Park, Lani’s blood red dress clinging to every hypnotizing curve. She loses herself to the music, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and all I can think about is how she looked when she came so beautifully earlier.

Sinking back my whiskey, I grind my jaw and try to keep my cock under control. It has a mind of its own when it comes to Presh, so I have to divert my attention to keep myself from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to the bathroom for a repeat.

Luckily, Alvaro joins us at the booth, looking like he’s five seconds away from punching something. Haldon and I both look at one another, trying to figure out what’s got him twisted. He drops into the seat beside me with a loud thump, the leather squeaking beneath his weight. He snatches the whiskey bottle off the table and takes several heavy gulps of the liquid, all the while he remains silent and brooding.

When he’s finished with it, he swipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sets the bottle—which is now significantly less full than it was before—back down.

“What’s up with you?” I ask when I realize he’s not going to speak unless either Haldon or I initiate the conversation.

His scowl deepens, lips thinning as they press together. “Nothing,” he grunts.

I glance at Haldon again, and we both know that he’s lying. “That’s not the look of nothing, Varo. Kyrovsky give you blue balls or something?”

Haldon snorts a laugh, earning a cutting glare from Varo.

“He’s hiding something,” Alvaro mutters. Conviction laces his tone, and there’s also a thread of disappointment underscoring it. “I’ve been trying to work out what, but…” He reaches for the bottle again and takes another sip.

It looks like he’s trying to take on the world with the way his shoulders slump and his features crease in thought. I feel for him. He’s just like his sister when he sets his mind to something. He won’t give up until he’s succeeded. But this isn’t something he can take on all by himself. We may have teased him about the clear sexual tension between him and Milo, but we would never let him take on the Russians alone.

Clapping him on the back, I hold out my glass for a refill. “That’s what we have our mole for,” I say.

“That’s the problem,” he replies worriedly. “I think it might be him.”