Free Whatever You Need: (A Chicago Mafia Syndicate) (Castaletta Book 2) by Ali Parker Page A

breathing getting off kilter was beautiful. Seductive.
    "I don't trust you." I licked his index finger and pulled it deep into my mouth as he growled and moved over to press me against the seat, his thick body holding mine in place. Air escaped me, leaving my heart racing, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
    He brushed his nose by mine and pressed his forehead against mine. "If we don't have each other... what the fuck do we have, Izzy?"
    I reached up and ran my fingers down the sides of his face as I fought back the incredibly heavy emotions that bubbled up inside my stomach.
    "Nothing," I whispered and turned my head just enough to force him to kiss me.
    The kiss was hot and hungry, so deep and demanding. I cupped his neck and gave myself over to him, hating him for making me more than willing to become anything for him.
    His tongue rolled past mine, leaving the sweet taste of cinnamon and liquor in it's wake. I sucked on it softly and moaned deep in my chest as he shifted his hips forward and pressed this thickness of his erection against my center.
    "Fuck me tonight," I whispered against his lips, wishing I were anywhere but there. I couldn't hold myself in check with him so close. I needed him too fucking badly. He was the only one that could burn away the pain. The fear. The loss.
    He kissed me again roughly, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth as he ground against me some more. He might have everyone else think he was a monster, a violent heartless bastard that would reign hell over everything, but I knew the real him.
    The boy that brought me flowers and pushed me on the swing in my father's backyard. The guy that taught me how to swim above water and make me feel things that scared the shit out of me. He was ballsy and brave. He was fearless and passionate.
    He moved a little and pressed his lips to the side of my neck and I wrapped my arms tightly around him. I couldn't let him go just yet. Not yet.
    "Am I seriously dry humping you like I used to when we were fifteen?"
    I smiled and fought back tears as I kissed the side of his neck and ran my hands down his strong back. "You were fifteen. I was thirteen, you dirty old man."
    He breathed in deeply and pushed up, shifting and dropping back down in his seat. The outline of his erection had me wanted to reach for him, to stroke him and purr in his ear. He was only man capable of tearing down my facade. And he was damn good at it.
    "I'll go up to the roof with you if that's what you want. I don't want anyone interrupting you." He licked his lips and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I had a dream last night that we were married. It's fucking with me."
    "Ahhh... interesting." I pulled out my phone and swallowed the hot ball of devastation in my throat. I was his whore, and a pathetic one at that. He would come calling soon and I would bend over backwards to please him. It was sick. I was sick.
     
    *
     
    I finished scoping out the perfect spot for the hit and pulled out my phone. D was in the lounge drinking himself into a stupor, which was probably for the better. We had to get through a night of being in the same room and not ripping each other's clothes off. It was going to be more of a battle than fighting the wind to get the perfect shot on Billy later that night.
    I pulled out my phone and dialed the number Marcus had given me at our meeting the weekend before, and waited until he picked up.
    "Marcus," he barked into the phone.
    "Marcus. It's Izzy." I made sure to use my bedroom voice. Men behaved much better when there was the promise of sex. He wasn't getting near me, but he would beckon to my antics like most of the other men in my life did. It was just part of the game. 
    "Hey. You here?" Marcus' voice softened just a little.
    "Yeah. I'm stationed at the hotel across the street. You're going to need to take the target up to the top of the building. There is a great opening to the roof that would give me perfect access to the guy.