Precious Legacy (The Notorious Legacy #1)

Chapter 28

TWENTY-EIGHT

T he vibe between Lani and I has been off ever since I stepped foot in that cheesy fucking nightclub tonight. All it took was one look to see the fear in her eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to work out why she didn’t want me to show up, but I don’t give a shit whether her prissy little friend knows who I am. Lani needs to learn that it doesn’t matter who she is, or who we are. This is our city.

To prove a point of just how pissed she still is that I crashed her girl’s night, she pushes me onto her bed, naked and desperate to fuck.

She takes a seat at the end of the bed, clearly having other ideas because her hands glide over her half-naked body. She’s wearing a black lace underwear set that has me rock hard and ready. It doesn’t really take much considering how hot my girl is, but when she’s teasing me like this and I know from the look in her eyes I’m not supposed to touch her, it’s paralyzing.

Her hand slips over her flat stomach, moving south to the waistband of her lacy panties. They do nothing to conceal her pretty pussy, and that alone is distracting enough. Parting her legs, she hitches her knees up and pushes her hands beneath the material, throwing her head back as her fingers move seamlessly.

“Presh,” I rasp, pushing up onto my elbows. I know what she’s doing, and I can’t fault her for it. Driving me insane is what she does best, and I’m totally here for it if my stiff cock is anything to go by.

“I told you…” she says breathlessly, fingers moving rhythmically. “This is your punishment.”

“No,” I groan, leaning forward. It’s almost pathetic how desperate I sound, but after watching her all night and conjuring up ways to fuck the scowl from her face, I feel exactly like that. “Let me taste you, let me fuck you.”

Before I can get closer to her, she presses her foot flat against my chest. A sultry smirk lifts her gorgeous lips. Her jaw is set in rebellious defiance that makes my aching cock even more desperate to be inside her. “You should have thought about that before you crashed my night.”

My eyes tour her body, from her devilish gaze to her fingers circling her clit. I bite down on my fist, resisting the urge to dive between her legs and tear the pathetic excuse for underwear from her. I should be just as annoyed with her because I know she’s hiding something. Whether it’s about her friend or something else, I want to know why she looked like she was about to run away, not once, but twice tonight.

Inching closer, I run my hands up her calf, caressing her silky skin. “Lani,” I warn. “Let me see that cunt. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

She shakes her head as she tucks her lip beneath her teeth, her hand still moving determinedly. She throws her head back again and I swear I almost combust. Every moan has my dick throbbing, every movement has me eager to show her just how much I need her. To fuck her senseless and destroy any thought of her wanting to be with someone else. I’ll ruin her for anyone else. Then she’ll have no choice but to be mine. Because that’s the thought I’m battling with right now.

I’ve always known she’s mine, but there’s also been that tiniest hint of doubt in the back of my mind that tells me I might not be good enough for her. She deserves the best, and I’ll do whatever I can to give that to her.

But what if it’s not enough?

That’s the real kicker; that someday she might realize I’m not enough for her. She’s already heading down a path that deviates from The Five, from what our legacy dictates. She’s already defying her family. What if I’m the anchor that weighs her down and prevents her from doing what she wants?

I’ve already been tearing myself up about what happened to her five years ago. No amount of boxing can alleviate the pain I felt when she looked me in the eye and admitted she blamed me. I suppose it answers the question of why she’s hated me all this time. I’m the reason she got hurt that night.

My thoughts come crashing down on me at the same time a moan escapes Lani’s sinful lips.

Faster and faster, her hand moves just the way she likes, and I’m fucking raging. My fingers dig into her calf, but she doesn’t flinch. “Beg me,” she croaks, chest heaving like she wants me to make a move. She’s daring me, and I’m powerless to resist.

“Please, Lani,” I growl, though that apology doesn’t seem like enough for what she’s been through. My eyes are still locked on her hand, though, on the way her fingers move in and out of her.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” she commands.

I swallow back my impatience and guilt. Fuck, the guilt is tearing me up inside. “I’m sorry,” I rasp. “I’m fucking sorry!”

“Tell me how much you want it,” she whispers, a devilish grin widening her lips. “And it’s yours.”

Fuck. She’s a fucking vision, and I can’t take anymore. I grab her by the ankles and yank her towards me in a bid to escape my own mental persecution. A yelp escapes her as she’s forced onto her back, the wind snapping from her lungs. Her green-eyed gaze transforms into something feral as I crawl over her and she tries to buck her way out from beneath me.

Wrong move, Lani.

Patience has always been a virtue of mine, but not when it comes to Alanis Bonanno; not when she’s torturing me like this. Not when my thoughts are driving me insane just as much as she is. But when she looks up at me with that defiant glare I love so much, I forget about the shit we’ve gone through. I remember what we are, what she means to me.

Smirking, I grip her hips with one hand and pin her wrists to the mattress with the other. There’s no way she can escape me now, no way she can tease me and drive me to the edge of my sanity. Now it’s my turn to show her what true madness feels like.

“Let me go, Roman,” she demands, eyes narrowed on me.

Lifting one of her pinned hands to my mouth, I wrap my tongue around the fingers she used to get herself off and suck them clean. God, she tastes like heaven just exploded in my mouth, her heady arousal sitting on my tongue. I close my eyes, relishing her salty-sweet taste before pulling her fingers away.

Capturing her mouth with mine, I draw a deep, filthy kiss from her lips and grind my cock against the apex of her thighs. “I think you forgot,” I growl, tucking my fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties. “It’s always been mine.”

With one flick of my wrist, the flimsy material snaps and I scrunch it up in my fist.

Her defiant glare meets mine, but before she can offer me a snarky comeback, I shove her panties into her mouth. She grumbles something inaudible, which makes me laugh because I sense it’s something along the lines of calling me a dickhead.

Ignoring her, I slide down her body and hook her thighs over my shoulders. I’m like a starved man as I dive in, feasting on her cunt, devouring every drop of her until she’s writhing beneath me. I lap and lathe, smearing her juices across my face because I can’t get enough of her. I go crazy on her pussy as I work her up, circling my tongue over her clit, lifting my gaze only slightly to see the beginning of her climax.

Then I pull away, crawling up her body. I lick a path between her gorgeous tits, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Beg me , Lani,” I whisper, repeating her words as I inhale her sweet scent that lingers on the panties hanging from her mouth. “Tell me how much you want it and it’s yours.”

I hear the faint reply of “fuck you,” before I’m lining my cock up at her entrance and thrusting into her hard and fast. Her muffled cries fill the room, driving me over the edge. She takes me so beautifully, her cunt wrapping around me so tightly that I might actually come too soon. With every powerful punch of my hips, I watch her unravel.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I pull out of her and slam back in on a rough moan, my own self-control waning. I pound into her relentlessly, letting all my pent-up frustration and irritation drive my hips forward until I have nothing left.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, her legs squeezing around my waist. Through her stuffed mouth, I hear the cries and pleas of her begging for more.

“Come for me, Presh. Come all over my cock.” I wrap my hand around her throat and she erupts beautifully.

She comes so hard and loudly as she shudders with every wave of pleasure rippling through her body. Her cunt spasms like it’s trying to strangle my cock, and it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m roaring my release, painting her insides and marking her as mine.

“Fuck, Lani!” I collapse on top of her like a boneless mess, with just enough energy to tug her panties from her mouth and press my lips to hers.

“Is this how it’s always going to be?” she pants.

A deep chuckle vibrates from my chest and I can’t help but nuzzle into her neck. “Fuck, I hope so.”

“ S o, are you going to tell me who this guy is?” I ask, lighting up a cigarette.

Alanis has her head resting on my chest, so I can’t see her face, but I sure as shit can feel her expression change. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me earlier when her friend mentioned another guy. I guess I should be relieved that whoever this guy is, he isn’t going to be interested in Lani, or Savannah for that matter.

Inhaling the cigarette, I blow out the smoke while running my fingers through her thick, black hair. I’ve always loved her hair, the black strands tangling with my fingertips, the sexy mess that comes after fucking her senseless. Apparently, she’s still dazed because it takes a moment to actually reply to my question.

When she does, it’s a laugh that cinches at my chest.

“Relax, Caveman. It’s not what you think.” She snatches the cigarette from my fingers, taking a heavy drag before exhaling and handing it back to me.

“Care to elaborate?” I huff.

Pushing upright, she clutches the bedsheets to her chest and lays back against the pillows. The worried look on her face does nothing to ease my anxious thoughts, but the fact she’s preparing to tell me whatever has her nervous tells me she trusts me enough. “It’s… Milo .”

“What did he do?” I growl, already halfway out of bed.

“Let me explain,” she says, her voice scored with authority. I know better than to ignore her, especially with the serious look on her face.

She coaxes me back under the sheets, stealing the cigarette from me and sucking on it hard. Drawing another breath, she exhales. “I saw him today,” she starts. “Well… yesterday. Sav and I were walking through Midtown and I spotted him in a restaurant. He wasn’t alone, either.”

My brows wrinkle as I wait for her to continue. If she’s about to tell me some shit about him being with Alvaro, I’m going to have to fuck her senseless all over again. Sure, it’d surprise me to know he’s been meeting with Milo out in the open, but I wouldn’t be overly shocked. He’s had a hard on for the guy since I met Kyrovsky myself. It’s about time he did something about it.

The silence is excruciating. From the way she demolishes the cigarette, I sense it’s more than just her brother potentially fucking the enemy.

“Who was he with, Lani?” I push, snatching the smoke from her hand and dousing it out in the glass of water beside the bed.

“Fuck,” she croaks, running a hand through her hair and tugging at the strands. “He was… he was with the Chief of Police.”

What. The. Fuck?

My heart feels like it’s simultaneously going into overdrive and stopping altogether. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I… uhhh… I messaged Vee, to tell him we needed to talk. I know it’s bad. I was going to tell you, but then Sav distracted me and I completely forgot. It wasn’t until you guys ambushed us tonight that I remembered.”

Either I’m being paranoid, or something isn’t adding up. My expression must betray my thoughts because Alanis shifts in bed, reaching for my hand.

“I swear, Ro. I was going to tell you and Vee.”

“But you haven’t?” I confirm.

She nods slowly, her lip tucking beneath her teeth in the way she does when she knows she fucked up—which is rare considering this is Alanis Bonanno. Her green eyes drop to her lap and I hate that she knows exactly what I’m thinking. I trust her, wholeheartedly.

So why do I feel like I can’t?

“I’m sorry, Ro.”

Shaking my head, I squeeze her hand and lean forward. “It’s fine,” I murmur, kissing her forehead.

She moves into my arms, straddling my waist as she tucks herself in against my chest. A calm settles over us, the lingering doubt pushed aside just for a moment so I can think about my next move.

First thing’s first, I reach for my phone and pull up Varo’s contact.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles against my chest.

“I need to speak to your brother.”

“Can’t it wait?” she groans, wiggling her body over mine. It’s a fucking distraction I don’t need, but I kind of want. I always manage to lose myself when it comes to her. I’m always finding a reason to be this close to her, yet a skeptical part of me isn’t searching for that proximity right now.

“No,” I say, rolling her onto her side. “I need to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Like what?” she frowns.

“Like fuck the enemy.”