Tipping Point Page 8

  I’d been planning on entertaining Audrey well that evening before things got messy, but her tardiness would cost her that courtesy.

  I had already finished half the bottle when someone knocked on my front door.

  “Fucking finally,” I growled, pushing myself to my feet and marching to the door. I tore it open to find the little blonde vixen standing there, looking imploringly up at me with a sweet smile on her full lips. I stepped aside. “Come on in.”

  Audrey slipped past me. She wore a knee-length black coat covered in gold buttons and buckles and a sleek pair of black pumps to match. I had to admire the muscles in her calves, as well as the thick curve of her ass as she went straight to the wine on the kitchen counter and helped herself to a glass. A girl that liked it in the ass? What a shame to have to let her go so soon.

  She turned to face me and leaned against the counter as she gave me a slow look up and down. “Sorry I’m late.”

  “Are you?” I lifted an eyebrow.

  She shrugged one shoulder and smiled against the rim of her wine glass. The girl was too fucking sexy for her own good. After another sip of wine, she put her glass down and licked her bottom lip. “I wanted to prove a point.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “And that would be?”

  “I’m not your call girl. You don’t get to send me a text like that and just expect me to show up here to get fucked.” She was going to push back. How cute.

  “But isn’t that why you’re here, kitten? To spread your legs for me and wax my cock with that tight little pussy of yours?” I stepped toward her and heard the sharp breath she took. If I knew women at all, I knew that Audrey’s panties were currently dripping with her own juices. My mouth watered at the thought of helping her clean up the mess.

  “I’m just saying, let’s not make a habit of it.”

  “Fine by me,” I said. “Now show me what you’ve got on under that coat of yours.”

  Her mouth twitched in another smile, and she began untying the sash around her waist. When it came undone, she hooked her fingers in the collar of the coat to hold it in place. “You haven’t forgotten how I like it, right?”

  “Baby, who do you think I am?” I went to her and grabbed the front of her jacket, using it to pull her tight against me. “I’m going to use you just how you like to be used. Hard and rough. No fucking mercy.”

  She swallowed, and her cheeks turned bright pink. Her lips parted, and her gaze explored my face to settle on my mouth.

  “Fuck me in the ass, Marcus,” she whispered.

  I chuckled and let go of her. “I plan to. Hope that tight hole can handle this thick cock. He ain’t nothing to play with.” I grabbed my hardening cock and stroked it as her eyes diverted down and widened a little.

  The vein ticking at the side of her throat had me wanting to keep her forever as a pet.

  Then, like a girl from my dreams, she let the coat fall off her shoulders, exposing her complete nakedness. I soaked in the sight of her. Tanned, lean, the body of a goddess. Her tits were perky and the perfect handful. She was fit and strong, and I doubted any man she’d ever fucked had seen that for what it was: an opportunity to fuck a woman who wouldn’t break.

  Audrey turned around slowly and gathered her long blonde hair up off her back. She pushed her ass out, curving her spine, giving me a delicious view of her body. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against my crotch. She held her hair up as I kissed the side of her neck and nibbled on her ear, and she wiggled her ass against my stiff cock beneath my pants.

  When she spread her legs a little, I reached around one of her hips to cup her pussy. She stiffened in my arms and let her head fall back to rest on my shoulder. Her hair tumbled down and filled my nose with the scent of her rose shampoo. My cheek grazed hers as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was a naughty girl. There was no need to move slowly.

  She moaned and rocked her hips, working herself on my fingers.

  “That’s right, kitten,” I breathed in her ear. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  “More,” she pleaded as she pressed back harder against me.

  I obliged and filled her with another finger. I pumped in and out of her until she slicked my fingers with her juices and came with a moan that had me biting down on my bottom lip. Audrey was a sexy little thing, and I wanted to see how far I could push her.

  I pushed her forward and used my hand between her shoulder blades to bend her over the kitchen counter. She submitted and rested her cheek flat on the marble top. She looked back at me as I gave her ass a hard slap. She yelped but then arched her back and lifted her ass for more. I slapped her again, leaving a bright red handprint on her right ass cheek.

  Then I cupped her pussy again and rubbed her until she grew breathless. She closed her eyes and whimpered my name, so I rewarded her by playing with her ass. She gripped the edge of the counter, and I brushed her hair off her back, revealing her neck and shoulders. I leaned over her and bit down between her neck and shoulder as I slipped a finger in each of her holes.

  “Oh fuck,” she breathed as I began suckling her shoulder.

  I moved up to her neck as I pumped my fingers inside her. I kissed and nibbled and sucked until she was trembling beneath me as another orgasm hit her. When it was over, I slapped her ass and straightened. I pulled her up with me and took her by the upper arm. I steered her down the hall to my bedroom and threw her down on the bed.

  She went to her hands and knees and positioned herself at the edge of the bed.

  I walked around the bed and went to the nightstand to grab a condom. “Not yet, baby. On your back. Hang your head off the side.” Audrey did as I said and rolled to her back. Then she moved to the edge where she hung her head over the edge. I dropped my pants and boxers and stepped toward her. Like a good little slut, she opened her mouth and reached for me, wrapping her arms around the backs of my thighs to greedily pull me into her mouth.

  I reached out and covered both her tits with my hands as I pushed into her mouth. She took almost all of me, her throat swelling with my size, and held me there as I squeezed her breasts and flicked my thumbs over her nipples. She drew her knees up and let her legs fall open.

  I began thrusting in and out of her mouth, and she moaned when I reached down to play with her clit. She was still sopping wet. I could smell her arousal in the air as she gagged on my cock.

  “Thatta girl,” I praised, slapping her pussy gently. She twitched beneath me and ran her tongue up and down my shaft.

  I straightened and held her jaw in one hand as I fucked her mouth. Her moans became muffled as she took more of me, and soon, her hands were gripping the sheets at her sides. I patted her cheek as I gave her one last thrust and then pulled away.

  She licked her lips and eyed my cock as I rolled the condom on. Then she went back onto her hands and knees and looked at me over her shoulder.

  “Spread your legs,” I commanded.

  She opened her knees wider and dropped down to her elbows on the bed.

  “More,” I growled, stepping closer to her and rubbing my dick up and down the length of her opening.

  Audrey spread her legs even farther, exposing her pink holes, and I pushed my cock into her pussy. She moaned and bit down on the sheets. I kept pushing until I was buried in her to the hilt. She tightened around me, her body tense, and I waited a couple seconds for her to adjust to my size.

  She needed more time, but neither of us gave a fuck.

  I pounded her pussy for all she was worth. Her moans turned into sharp cries of pleasure, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her back up and holding her in place as I drilled her. I knew how she liked to be used, and I wouldn’t deny her that. Not tonight.

  She came all over my dick and screamed her orgasm at the ceiling.

  I slowed down to catch my breath and pressed my thumb into her ass. “You like that cock, baby?”

  “Mmm, yes,” she whimpered, pressing back against my thumb. “Give me more.”

  I di
d as she asked and pulled out before plunging into her tight little ass. Euphoria rolled over me as she reached between her legs and played with her pussy.

  Her come was dripping down the insides of her thighs by the time I blew my load.

  I stood behind her, still buried in her ass, and squeezed her hips. “Good girl.”

  She wiggled around on my cock and looked back at me. She smiled, and her eyes were heavy from all the orgasms.

  “Some wine?” I asked, stepping away. My cock sprang up to rest against my stomach. The damn thing was never satisfied. Unless it was Kate who lay breathless beneath me, no woman could ever make me feel like I’d truly had my fill.

  Audrey collapsed on her side and nodded. “Wine would be nice.”

  I set to cleaning myself up and met Audrey in the living room with a glass of wine in each hand. I passed one to her, and she drank gratefully.

  “Cheers,” I said, extending my glass to hers.

  “Cheers.” She smiled, and our glasses clinked together.

  I analyzed her. The girl had no fucking clue what direction things were about to go in. She was so naive. How had she managed to survive this long? How had she stayed off the Castalettas’ radar without tipping them off?

  We sat down in the living room, and I topped off Audrey’s glass when she finished it. I sprawled in the chair across from her, still naked, and she lay on my sofa, her ankles crossed as she played with her hair and drank her wine.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked after she had been staring at my wall for a good three or four minutes.

  She glanced over at me. “My brother.”

  “He’s dead?”

  She nodded.

  “Want to talk about it?”

  She narrowed her eyes but relaxed after a few seconds. “If I tell you what happened, you won’t believe me. You’ll think I’m a fucking liar.”

  “Try me.” I already knew all her dirty little secrets. And I already thought she was dishonest. She was a rat, after all. A rat hovering inches from the cheese in a trap.

  She traced her finger around the rim of her wine glass and sighed. “I think Marco Castaletta killed him. I didn’t find out until I’d been working with Madame Giselle for a few months, and when I did, I thought it would be best to keep my mouth shut. I knew the position I’d be in if Joe or Demetri or anyone ever found out who I really was.”

  She was a smooth fucking liar. Her mannerisms never changed, and she looked me right in the eyes when she spoke. A true professional. I almost admired the size of her balls. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  She smiled as if remembering him. “He was an idiot. He got himself involved in shit he should never have messed with, and it got him killed. I miss him, but I also knew this was what would happen to him eventually.”

  “You realize I have to tell Demetri what you’ve just told me,” I said.

  She blinked at me and then nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good. Is there anything else any of us should know?”

  She paused, as if considering my question. Then she shook her head. “No. It was all just a coincidence. I don’t hold any of them responsible. I miss my brother, of course, but I appreciate what the syndicate has done for me. There’s nothing else anyone needs to know.”

  I clicked my tongue. “I’m disappointed, Julie Parker. That was your chance to come clean. I practically fed it to you out of the palm of my hand.”

  Audrey’s eyes widened, and she swung her legs off the side of the sofa. Her tits bounced as she leaned forward. “How did you know my last name was Parker?”

  “We know everything.” I smirked.

  Audrey—no, Julie—got unsteadily to her feet. She began backing out of the living room, her eyes never leaving me. “I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, but—”

  I reached behind me to grab the gun I had stuffed between the sofa cushions. Julie dropped her wine glass, which shattered at her feet, and made a run for the front door.

  I blew a hole through the back of her thigh, and she crumpled to the floor with a pitiful shriek of pain and terror. Some part of me hated that I had to be the monster, but I knew the job when I signed up for it. No matter what, the Castalettas were my number one concern. No matter how much I liked the pretty bitch running from me, no matter how much I wanted to run the show—they were first. They always would be.

  She clutched at her profusely bleeding leg as she tried to drag herself away from me. I stood and walked toward her. She glared back at me, fire and anger and hate bright in her eyes.

  “Fuck you for planning this,” she spat. “Fuck you for everything!” Her voice rose to a scream, and for a moment, I admired her courage. Then it became annoying. “You’re pathetic! You’re all fucking pathetic! And if you think you’re going to—”

  I fired the gun again, and the bullet slammed into her skull, rocking her head back. She collapsed in a pool of her own blood, and I leaned over to put the gun down on the kitchen counter beside the now empty bottle of wine.

  “Gotta do what the boss says, kitten. Your ass was sloppy seconds. Got it used a little too often, huh?” I spit my mouthful of wine on her and stood up to stretch. Fuck. I hated cleaning up blood.

  12

  Marco

  The Cooper mansion was three quarters the size of the Castaletta mansion, but it was grand nonetheless. Its two stories were much more modern than what I was used to back in Chicago. Where everything in my family home had been made of wood and marble, this mansion was all granite and metal. The decorations were minimal and always simple. There was no color, save for the fruits sitting on my plate in front of me.

  Adam sat at the head of the long black table. He had tucked a napkin in the collar of his shirt—something I had only ever seen my grandfather do—and had begun cutting into a piece of breakfast ham. He popped it in his mouth and nodded approvingly.

  “Breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day,” he said.

  I followed suit and bit into my ham before washing it down with a sip of orange juice. “Same.”

  It was just the two of us. The rest of the house was eerily empty except for the staff, who bustled around, tending to things that I was sure needed no tending. Like the impeccable gardens throughout the estate or the general house cleaning.

  “I’ve been wondering,” Adam said. “What are the chances of your sister coming over here? You know, forgoing her family fortune and joining us?” He smirked. “I’d love to have a woman of her talents on my team.”

  “None. No chance in hell.” I shook my head.

  “You’re sure? Not even with the right motivation?” He looked far too cocky for his own good. Poor bastard wouldn’t have a clue what to do with Izzy if he ever got the chance to dance with her.

  “Unless you’re planning to offer me up as bait, I’m sure.”

  Adam chuckled. “Well, that could always be arranged.”

  I opened my mouth to retort but paused when the door to the dining room opened and a woman with dark-framed glasses and full red lips poked her head in.

  “May I come in?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t tentative, but confident, and she looked Adam in the eyes as she spoke.

  Adam nodded and he sat up taller, drawing his shoulders back. “Yes, by all means, Elizabeth.”

  The girl meant something to him.

  She stepped through the door and closed it behind her. As she walked to the table, clutching a blue envelope to her chest, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She had long legs that seemed to go on for miles, a thin waist, and a rack that had me sweating. Her hair was dark brown and wavy, and the strands around her face were pulled back in a clip on the back of her head. Elizabeth gave me a polite smile as she put the envelope down on the table and opened it up, then turned it to face Adam.

  “I just need to know which order you would like these jobs handled,” she said.

  Adam wasn’t looking at the pages she was showing him, like she was. His eyes were on her.
He wasn’t looking at her cleavage, which practically spilled out of the low neckline of her white blouse, but at her eyes, which were downcast.

  Elizabeth glanced up at him and smiled. “Sir?”

  “Sorry,” Adam said, glancing down. He studied the pages for a minute, reorganized them into a different order, and closed the envelope. “That should do. Thank you, Elizabeth.”

  She picked up the envelope and nodded to both of us. “Enjoy the rest of your breakfast, gentlemen.”

  After the door was closed behind her, I turned to face Adam, a smirk playing on my lips. “You like her.”

  He shrugged and busied himself with filling his fork with eggs and ham. “She’s my secretary.”

  “That was evasive. Come on, man. No need to deny it. You like her. It’s obvious.” I needed some common ground with the guy across the table from me. Understanding his life and getting in good was beyond important. It was life or death.

  Adam chuckled and pulled his napkin out of his collar. He dabbed at his lips before resting in on the table beside him. “No. I love her. I have for most of my miserable life.”

  “There’s a reason you can’t be together, I presume?” I asked.

  “She’s the daughter of Frank DeStefano.”

  “The Frank DeStefano?” I blinked.

  Adam nodded with a sigh. “Yes. The most powerful mobster in Greece. Well, in his day he was, at least. My father kidnapped Elizabeth when she was just a little girl. Frank, the piece of shit that he was, never bothered coming after her like my father thought he would. The bastard had always wanted sons, so I think he saw it as my father doing him a favor.”

  “That’s fucked up,” I said.

  Adam nodded. “Tell me about it.”

  “So she grew up here, with your family?”

  “Yes, and she has no clue who she really is, so this stays between you and me, you got that?” He narrowed his eyes, the expression on his face one where he knew he shouldn’t have shared that private information.