Chapter Twenty-Four

 

Dominic

 

The plan was set and I was fucking livid. Not exactly at Faith, but with the idea that something horrible could’ve easily happened to her. Now I knew never to leave her alone, not until Cadoc was behind bars … or dead. What made it worse was that she’d fooled Reed. The woman was smart.

I’d told Jeffries about my meeting with Cadoc in just two days. After everything that had happened, my guess was that Cadoc didn’t anticipate me making that meeting. With all the other families in attendance, it no doubt was going to be his chance to claim the power of the city. If I was out of the way, he knew no one else would rise to the challenge.

Little did he know, I was going to be there. I couldn’t wait to see the look on that cunt’s face when I showed up. In the meantime, Faith and I rented a townhouse for two nights under a false name until we were out of hiding. We couldn’t go back to The Chateaux without being seen. The news still aired that I was the main suspect in Philip’s murder.

Once we got to the townhouse, the media had spread like wildfire. It wasn’t long before both mine and Faith’s phones started to ring. I could hear her voice in the other room as she tried to explain everything to her parents.

A knock sounded on the door and I already knew who it was. I opened it and Reed walked in, carrying two bags and a bottle of my whiskey. “Thought you could use this,” he said, handing me the bottle.

Instead of pouring it into a glass, I pulled out the top and chugged it. “You have no idea,” I said, sighing as the liquid trailed down my throat. I needed it.

Reed set our bags onto the couch. He’d gone back to the hotel to grab us some clothes since we couldn’t be seen. “I packed whatever I could find,” he said, glancing around the living room, “I’m sure you’ll manage for a couple of days.”

I patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks, Chandler. I owe you.”

“Where’s Faith?” he asked. “Are you two on good terms yet?”

Still holding the bottle of whiskey, I sat down on the couch. “She thinks I’m mad at her so she’s giving me space. She has no clue how much Cadoc has fucked with my head. When he started showing interest in her, I was set to have you take her away from here. I wanted her gone before the meeting on Wednesday.”

Brows furrowed, Reed sat down across from me. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

I shrugged. “Because I was selfish. I wanted to keep her with me for as long as I could. If I knew she wouldn’t rebel I’d make you take her away right now.”

“You’re right, I would rebel,” Faith called out from behind. She stormed over to the couch with her arms crossed over her chest. “Cadoc scares the shit out of me, but I’m not going anywhere.” Then she glared over at Reed. “If either of you think of forcing me away, I’ll cut off all your balls. Got it.”

She huffed and marched back down the hallway to the bedroom. Reed stood and blew out a sigh. “All right, that’s my cue to leave. I’m rather attached to my balls, even though I know she’d never cut them off. However, I do know she’s capable of anything.”

I stood and shook his hand. “That she is.”

“Be here on Wednesday?” he asked.

I nodded. “And make sure she doesn’t trick you this time.”

Reed chuckled and turned for the door. “I’ve never been duped by someone before. I’ll never forget that as long as I live. Women are scandalous.”

“I heard that!” Faith shouted.

He chuckled again before walking out the door. I took another chug of my whiskey and set the bottle in the kitchen. I could hear the sound of the TV down the hall and slowly made my way toward it. Faith was in the bedroom, lying on her stomach on the bed, scrolling through Facebook.

“Has my story been shared a million times now?” I asked.

She sat up and put her phone on the dresser. “Almost. My parents freaked out when they saw me on the news.”

I leaned against the doorframe. “What did they say?”

“Well,” she began with a sigh, “my father didn’t exactly sound upset. Guess he hated Philip as much as everyone else. In the end once they learned the truth, they were okay. Now they’re worried for you.” Her lips pursed. “So am I.”

“It has to be done,” I said in all seriousness. “I’m not using you as bait. This is the only way.”

Tears filled her eyes. “What if he kills you? Going to that meeting is a suicide mission, not only for you, but the other families. Every top boss in the city’s going to be there.”

I shook my head. “That’s not how it works with Cadoc. He’s not like my father.”

She threw her hands in the air. “Who cares? It’s too dangerous. When he sees that you’re free, it’ll piss him off. There’s no telling what he’ll do. Especially, if you provoke him.”

I looked forward to that. I was going to make sure he knew his plan failed miserably. Faith grabbed one of the pillows and held it tight to her chest. The uncertainty and terror in her eyes was apparent. I walked over to the bed and laid down beside her. She cuddled against me and I held her in my arms.

“Why can’t you walk away? Let the police and the FBI handle this,” she cried.

I kissed the top of her head. “It needs to be me, Faith. I can end this. Once the Cartwrights are over, we’ll go to Wyoming.”

She looked up at me. “Promise?”

Sliding my hand up the back of her shirt, I rubbed soothing circles on her skin. “I promise. I’ll do anything to make you believe me.”

A small smile spread across her face. “Anything?”

“Anything,” I said.

She lifted her lips to mine. “Then lie back. I need to burn off some steam. I don’t want to think of anything but you and me right now.”

Entwining my hands behind my neck, I laid back on the pillows and watched her slowly take off her shirt and shorts, letting them fall to the floor. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inside and out; to see her back arch, pushing her breasts higher as we fucked. I’d never felt another woman’s body as perfect as hers.

Climbing onto the bed, she straddled me, wearing only a pair of black, lacy thongs that matched her black bra. I fingered the black strap and smiled. “Sexy.”

With a smirk, she slowly slid her hand down my stomach and unbuttoned my pants. I kicked them off and slid out of my T-shirt as well. My cock was so hard, it fucking hurt. She reached into my boxers, wrapping her hand around me; I thought I’d go insane.

Licking her lips, I knew what she was planning to do the moment she slid my boxers down my legs, and oh God, how much I wanted to feel her mouth on me, sucking me as hard as she could. But I didn’t want this to be about me.

She shrieked as I flipped us over and basically ripped off her underwear and unclasped her bra, taking it off as fast as I could. I bent down to suck on her perfectly taut nipples, one after the other, the tips getting larger the more I teased them. Moaning, Faith spread her legs wide and pushed her hips up against mine. I intentionally kept my cock as far back as possible so I could tease her.

“Please,” she begged, trying to move down in search of the friction she desired. When I pressed my weight into her and bit her bottom lip, she opened her closed eyes and gasped.

“Uh-uh, not yet,” I murmured. I trailed my tongue down her stomach, stopping between her legs. Right there in the middle was the sweetest taste of all, the one thing I craved. So wet and swollen.

I groaned in anticipation because I knew the first taste would be the best. Sealing my lips around her clit, I felt her body tighten. She moved her hips against my face as I moved down a little further and fucked her with my tongue, burrowing as deep as I could.

“Dominic, please,” she begged. “I need you. Make love to me.”

Ignoring her request, I pushed a finger inside of her, flicking my tongue on her clit. The wetter she got, the more I wanted. Spreading her legs wider, I sat up and rubbed my cock around the wetness of her opening, and without warning, entered her.

Gasping, she screamed out a pleasured cry and wrapped her legs around my waist. Reaching for me, she pulled me down. Taking her face in my hands, she gazed back at me with hooded eyes and lifted her mouth to kiss me. I opened her lips further with my tongue, tasting her … claiming her. She was mine, and only mine.

Moaning in my ear, she dug her nails into my back and her body clenched so tight around my dick, I was close to exploding. The tighter she got, the harder it was to keep going. Her moans grew louder, and as soon as she let go, I pumped into her hard, filling her up deep inside. It was unreal how much I craved Faith’s touch. I’d spent my whole life without it, and now I couldn’t get enough.