Unforgivable Ties

Chapter 26

Vincenzo

S tephanie giving me cuff links engraved with her initials had stirred something inside of me. Yes, it was an accident, but being given something that branded me as hers gave me an immediate urge to bury myself inside of her.

Her panties were a hindrance as the two of us made our way towards the bedroom. I wanted to touch her, to make her moan my name. Our lips met passionately as I pulled her tightly against me, my hands barely able to contain the desire I felt for her.

We reached the bedroom, and she surrendered herself to me, her body yielding beneath mine as I slowly removed the barrier that was her lingerie. Even though I had seen her naked many times now, the sight of her bare body made me let out a groan each time.

“Gorgeous,” I murmured, running my thumb up her slit.

Her soft whimper only served to heighten the anticipation, the room filled with a palpable desire with both felt. She let out a soft moan as I trailed my thumb up her slit again until it reached the bundle of nerves.

She reached up, her fingers digging into my back as she pulled me closer. I could feel her warmth seeping into me, igniting the primal instinct to claim her as mine and no one else’s.

As I slid a finger into her, I felt a shudder run through her. Her nails dug deeper into my back, and her breath hitched in her throat at the pleasure I was bringing her.

“Unfortunately, I think you’re only getting one hickey right now,” I said, pressing my lips against her clit. “I really want to enjoy my gift.”

She whimpered as I flicked my tongue across her sensitive nub. Each flick was met with a sharp intake of breath, her gasps echoing through the dimly lit room. Her hands moved from my back towards my hair, weaving her fingers through it as she guided me closer, deeper.

As my tongue made soft strokes against her clit, her body started to tremble and twist beneath me. Her legs locked around my head, the silky smoothness of her thighs pressing against my ears.

“I’m so close,” she whined, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

I increased my pace, my lips and tongue working in tandem to draw out her cries. Her grip on my hair tightened, her back arching off the bed as she neared her peak. She was panting, writhing against the sheets, lost in the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

My last thread of control broke as I tasted her climax, her body trembling with ecstasy, as she surrendered everything to me. The sight of Stephanie writhing under my touch was a vision I would never tire of.

As she came down from her high, I kissed my way to her inner thigh. It was littered with marks from previous encounters, reminders of our nights together and the absolute highs I brought her to. I had started to run out of space, so I sucked over an old, almost faded mark.

“I need you, Steph,” I muttered, my voice hoarse with desire. My fingers traced the contours of her body, down her heaving chest and along her hips.

A soft whimper, half plea and half desperation spilled from Stephanie’s parted lips. Her gaze found mine, her eyes dilated with desire. “I need you too,” she whispered back.

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a flame in me that consumed all rational thought. I reached to the nightstand to grab a condom, ready to be inside of her.

“Um,” she said, nibbling her fingernails. “I’m on birth control. We don’t have to use them, if you’re okay with that.”

I had always used condoms in the past. But Stephanie wasn’t some random woman I’d had a one-night stand with. She was the woman who consumed my thoughts, my dreams, my every waking moment. I trusted her completely.

“Okay,” I said, my voice injected with a newfound urgency. Her words sent a surge of desire flooding through me.

I parted her legs, positioning myself between them. Pausing, I admired her for a moment, her body flushed from the orgasm I’d given her, the desire in her eyes a mirror of my own. I reached down to align my myself with her entrance.

I pushed inside, and it was a heaven I didn’t know existed. Her warm, wet walls against my bare dick had me ready to burst, and I had only just stuck it in. I buried my dick to the hilt before stopping to take a breath. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow my load like a virgin.

I leaned down to kiss her and our lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss that echoed the raw intensity of the moment. Her hands ran down my back, nails scratching against my skin, urging me on.

“Vincenzo,” she whined, grinding her hips against mine. “Move.”

My mind focused on nothing but her beneath me. The feel of her skin against mine, the drag of her warm walls against my bare dick, the intoxicating scent of her desire filling the air.

With a throaty growl, I began moving, slowly at first. Her body shuddered under mine, matching my rhythm. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, threatening to obliterate any semblance of self-control. The sounds she made, her quiet moans and gasping breaths, urged me on.

“You are mine,” I panted, my breath hot against her ear. “I am going fuck your pussy until it’s perfectly molded to my cock.” I whispered in her ear, my voice raw and possessive. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head back, giving me better access to her neck. I covered her exposed skin with open-mouthed kisses, nipping at the sensitive spot behind her ear that always drove her wild.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice strained with need, her fingers clawing at my back.

Fuck, I wasn’t sure if I could do harder right now. The new sensation of having her raw was too much, and I would come before she did.

I brought my thumb to her clit and began rubbing precise, albeit frantic, circles. Her body convulsed under my touch as I watched her, my dark eyes drinking in the sight of her pleasure. Moving faster, deeper, I felt her clench around me in response.

Her moans increased in volume, her back arching off the bed as I continued to thrust into her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my hips, pulling me deeper into her.

“Don’t stop,” she said breathlessly, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes.

I felt a telltale flutter of her bare walls against my dick, and I knew she was right at the precipice. My hand kept up its relentless pace on her clit, even as my own body screamed for release.

With a loud cry, she came undone beneath me. Her inner walls pulsed around me, milking my cock, and with a guttural groan, I lost myself in her completely. I pressed my hips flush against hers, pressing my cock as deep inside of her as I could get as I came. Hot ropes of come spilled from my dick, filling deep inside her womb. Stephanie’s body shook under mine, her orgasm amplifying mine as we went through the throes of our climax together.

I collapsed onto her, my heavy body cushioned by her welcoming softness. Her arms came up to wrap around me, holding me close as we both struggled to catch our breaths. Sweat coated our bodies, sticky and glistening in the dim light; evidence of our coupling. A soft sigh escaped her lips, sweeping over my sweat-slicked neck and sending shivers down my spine.

Normally, I pulled out of her right away, needing to take the condom off my softening cock. Now, I got to enjoy the feel of her tight warmth around me as we lay entwined. The absence of the usual barrier made the connection feel all the more electric, all the more real.

Reluctantly, I withdrew myself from her, immediately missing the feel of her around me. My seed leaked out of her, seeping on to the sheets beneath.

“Fuck,” I muttered at the sight before me. Stephanie looked so fucking hot with my come leaking out of her. “We are never using condoms again.”

“I can get behind that decision,” she murmured, her voice a sweet melody against the silence of our bedroom.

I gave a half chuckle, half moan at her words, the sound rumbling from deep within my chest. I was utterly spent, my body heavy.

Something about this felt so right; being here, our bare bodies pressed against each other.

“That was fucking messy,” I said, wiping blood on to my shirt.

This wasn’t the good type of messy, like when my come spilled out of Stephanie on to the sheets. Right now, work was just messy in the worst way possible.

Ettore, Emilio, Felix, Rocco and I had meant for the meeting with the Pampuri’s to go smoothly. The Albanians were a neutral player in the underworld, but had recently shown signs of getting ambitious. We needed them on our side, and negotiations had been going well until Burim Pampuri’s temper had flared.

When he reached for the gun at his waist, all hell had broken loose. It was us five versus his seven men, and our well-rehearsed plan of talk and bargain quickly devolved into a brawl of blood and bullets. Shots were fired, bodies fell to the floor in rapid succession. The room was filled with an explosive chaos, and amidst it all, we somehow managed to get out alive.

“How did that go so fucking wrong?” Ettore growled, his temples throbbing with the frenzy of the fight.

“Burim Pampuri is—” Felix started, but I interrupted him.

“Shut up and help me load these,” I said, gesturing to the bodies on the floor.

I grabbed the shoulders of a man while Felix grabbed his feet, and we tossed him in the back of the van like the rest. We needed to get these to Cesare ASAP so he could harvest as many organs as possible.

“The other three families are going to be so pissed,” Ettore hissed, mostly talking to himself.

He was referring to the other three Italian families that held power on the east coast; The Coscia’s, Tomasino’s, and Salvaggio’s. Starting shit with a neutral party such as the Pampuri’s was certainly frowned upon, and it would not sit well with the other families. Friction within our ranks was the last thing we needed right now.

“Let them be pissed,” Emilio said, he and Rocco picking up another body.

“You know it’s not that simple,” Ettore said, rubbing his temples. “Not now that I’ve taken Leone’s place.”

There used to be five families, and Leone Alto was the most powerful out of all of them. He was recently murdered, and Don Ettore had married Leone’s daughter and taken over his empire. It was very unfortunate timing, with many eyes still scrutinizing Ettore in his new role.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said as Felix and I loaded the last body. “Right now, we need to get back to the warehouse.”

We all went to load into the van, Ettore hopping in the driver’s seat as I hopped into shotgun.

“C’mon man,” Felix said, leaning against the van. “You know I get carsick. Don’t make me sit in the back.”

Normally I would have told him to toughen up, but I didn’t want to risk his vomit getting on the bodies. Cesare would murder me if we accidentally contaminated something and he wasn’t able to extract an organ for such a stupid reason.

“Fine,” I grumbled, unbuckling my seatbelt. “Take it.”

I hopped in the back with Rocco and Emilio, crammed next to the lifeless bodies piled haphazardly over one another. The smell of blood mingled with the stale scent of old cigarettes in the van, and I would kill Felix myself if he threw up and made the stench worse.

Luckily, we made it back to the warehouse with no mishaps. Ettore backed the van into the loading dock and we began the tedious process of unloading the bodies and taking them one by one to the morgue Cesare had set up in the back room.

“The Pampuri’s?” he asked, looking down at the bodies with an expression that was more annoyed than shocked.

Ettore shot him a glare that silently said he better not say another word. Cesare raised his eyebrows, and began drawing on the bodies, likely making notes on what could be harvested.

After confirming Cesare had everything he needed, I wanted to head to the showers ASAP. I was covered in blood, dirt, and motor oil from the day’s job, the grimy fluids making my skin itch. As if reading my mind, the other men were having a conversation about the same thing, and how they wanted to shower pronto.

I followed them out of the morgue and down the hallway towards the shared locker room, if you could even call it that. It was a few shower heads haphazardly installed with old lockers the men could shove their things into.

Suddenly, Stephanie emerged from the medical room, looking down at her phone, a habit she really needed to break. Emilio and Rocco were in the front of pack, and they almost barreled right into her.

“Eh?” she said, confused at why she had almost been run over. “Eh!” she said again, looking at the five of us covered in grime and blood.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, immediately inspecting the giant blood stain on Rocco’s stomach.

I didn’t like that Stephanie’s hands were on him. Even though Rocco was my friend, my immediate urge was to punch him. Her hands should only be on my body.

“It’s not mine,” Rocco replied, his tone flat.

Her eyes scanned over all five of us before the realization set in. None of us were hurt; we had hurt people.

“Right, sorry,” she said, and stepped out of our way.

Her gaze averted my friends as they passed her, but as I walked by she quickly snuck a peek at me. Her face was painted with a mix of uncertainty and nervousness. But I could have sworn I also saw something else in her wide brown eyes—fear.

I squeezed her hand, certain none of my friends would see as I was in the back. It was a silent, reassuring squeeze. I hoped she would interpret it as such.

She jumped a little, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she nervously glanced at me, then quickly looked down at her phone again. I held onto her hand for a moment longer, trying to say everything I couldn’t out loud with just a squeeze of my fingers.

Inside the changing room, I peeled off my dirty shirt and threw it in the trash can. It was beyond saving.

“So, how is it banging the doctor in training?” Felix asked with a smirk as he yanked off his own grimy clothing.

I turned sharply, feeling the flames of irritation lick my gut. Felix was the kind who loved stirring the pot, and I was usually good at ignoring it, but he had annoyed me today.

“Shut up,” I said, turning away from him.

“I saw you grab her hand. And if those scratch marks on your back are anything to go by, it looks like you two have been having some fun,” Felix said, his grin only growing wider.

“Drop it, Felix,” I retorted, my voice cold and controlled.

As I stepped into the steaming shower, I tried to wash the day away. The grime from the fight, Felix’s prying eyes, and the reminder of Stephanie’s touch on Rocco. The water ran red with blood, then brown with dirt, then finally clear.

I could wash all the sins I had committed today, but, as hard as I tried, I could never push Stephanie out of my mind.