His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (mystery books to read .TXT) 📗

I lay against him. The smell of him, the feel of him, all of him surrounds me. I want to know what happens next yet I’m also afraid to break the silence. Fear keeps me quiet. His hand is running through my hair as if it’s soothing to him and before long it soothes me. I don’t want to fall asleep. I fight against it but darkness overtakes me.

8

Tony

The absence of sound is what wakes me. It’s such an oddity that my mind rebels against it. For a moment, nothing makes sense. An inner clock is telling me it’s around midnight. As I’m wondering what the hell happened, the back-up generator comes on. The door of my bedroom is open. I hear the refrigerator and the hum of the generator.

What the hell? I move for my phone on the bedside table, careful not to disturb Christy, who is clinging tightly to me, even asleep. There’s an alert that a grid has lost power in my area, they are working to fix it. It will be a few hours. It’s almost one in the morning, the alert was sent almost ten minutes ago. I need to get up. The music system isn’t connected to the back-up generator, just the panic room, alarm system, and safes.

Christy moans in protest, her arm tightening around me. My name comes out of her in a whisper. Intent on soothing her, I pull her tighter against me. She sighs as she goes limp in my arms. But my cock is hard all over again for her. Awe rolls through me as every moment comes back to me. So many women over the years, yet not one of them compared to Christy. Nothing has ever come close to what happened with Christy.

Could it really happen after all this time?

“Tony,” Christy moans my name as her hand slides down my chest. “You’re so hard...everywhere.”

Fucking hell, I grab her wrist and roll her under me. I swallow her groan. Damn, I hate the dark. I want to see her, all of her. Her entire body is perfection to me. I love every single inch of her golden skin. I adore her breasts, the way they fit my hands, my mouth. The taste of her skin on my tongue only fuels my hunger for more of her. I need the sweet honey of her pussy. More of this, all of this, so fucking sweet. My cock is raging to be inside her. The feel of her tight cunt wrapped around me is pleasure on a level I’ve never known, had no idea was even possible.

Hours, I enjoy sex for hours, drawing out the pleasure, ensuring a woman comes from my long, thick cock without any pain. Right now, I can’t. I can’t fucking breathe until my cock is inside her. Plunging deep into her, she’s so damn wet I slide all the way deep—home. We both moan at the feeling. Home, peace, bliss expands to every cell in my body at being inside her, as deep as I can be.

Christy moans my name as a small shudder runs through her. I want to tell her I know, but no words will come. At last, I have the strength to move inside her. As badly as I want to go slow, I can’t. Five strokes are all it takes for Christy to come. Her body trembling in orgasm—grasping me tight from within, her body milks my cock with every shudder. I follow her into a climax that rocks me to my core. Damn it, I fall on her and hate myself for it—I’m too fucking big. Yet as I move to roll off her, Christy moans, her nails digging into me as she clings tight.

I roll onto my side, keeping her close, my cock inside her. Her cunt grips me tight, and a moan slides out of her as she nuzzles closer into me.

The silence is there at the edge of my mind. If I don’t get up and hook up the music system, there will be nothing but silence. Except I’m not ready for Christy to wake and deal with the questions she will have. I don’t have the answers to her questions because I’m not fucking sure what the hell is happening or will happen.

From as young as I can remember my father and nonno prepared me for a life of power, control, death, destruction—becoming mafia. Planning, preparation, and knowledge were key in everything I did, in every move I made. To not know...for the first time in years, I am unsettled. A little whimper comes out of Christy. I squeeze her tight, and she sighs my name. Christ, nothing in this world has ever sounded so good.

***

Tony

I come awake with a start at the sound of the front door slamming closed. It’s Carmella coming in for the day, which means it’s a little after six-thirty in the morning. I look down at Christy wrapped around me. My cock, still deep inside her, jerks in reaction at how fucking amazing she feels.

Taking a deep breath, I can’t believe it. This is the first night I’ve slept all the way through in years. I’m not sure I really believe it, to have fallen asleep as easily as I did. Without the voices haunting me, without the dark thoughts weighing on me. It’s not just how I fell asleep; it’s how I’m waking up, content and happy. The feelings are so rare I do remember the last time it happened. It was a weekend I took Anthony and Dominic to the lake house. For the first time, it was just the three of us. Normally, my parents were with us, their mother never came.

It was a simple weekend filled with everything the boys wanted to do. We ate hotdogs cooked over a fire. There was too much candy, and comic books, and no vegetables in sight. The last night we were there, the boys fell asleep on me as we watched