The Boss's Heir

Chapter 84

Marco enjoyed her taste, like sweet honey, and it called to him, like a siren's call, no way to resist her, he gave in.

His tongue was making slow circles on her quivering bud, her whole body shaking with the impending orgasm that was about to hit.

Breathy little moans while her fingers curled around his hair as she pushed his head closer for more friction.

They'd been at it for two hours now, how she had the strength he didn't know, but he enjoyed the fervor and excitement she brought to their bed.

He knew the reason for her abstinence and he didn't blame her; he was taking advantage of her, treating her like she was expendable until he needed her again.

He would never take advantage of her again.  She was his life and without her, he was nothing.  He would cease to exist.

"Marco!" She half screamed, half moaned as her body exploded, coming undone in his mouth.  Christ she was amazing and he was so f*cking hard for her!

"Can you get up baby?" He asked her softly.  She groaned, her arm still thrown over her eyes.

"I think so" she whispered, taking the hand he offered to help her to sitting.  Once she had established herself, she slid to the side of the bed where her feet hit the floor.

He led her to the sofa and had her get on her knees.  "I thought this would be more comfortable for you."  His concern for her was unmistakable.

He watched as she went gracefully to her knees, resting her upper body on the sofa, her beautiful, round a$$ in the air just for him.

Moving her hair to her shoulder, he exposed her back to his mouth as he placed sensual open mouthed kisses down her spine.

"Marco" she purred, making his c*ck twitch, aching to be inside her.

He took his shaft, leaned into her back and teased her slit with the tip; it was slick with her arousal, a testimony to her earlier orgasm.

He played with her by pushing in just enough for her sex to take his mushroomed tip and then he would pull out, leaving her breathless, panting and begging for more.

He couldn't do this to her anymore, or himself as he slid perfectly into her slick sex in one fluid motion.

He felt her body clinch around his manhood causing him to hiss in ecstasy while he moved in and out of her, rolling his sexy hips.

Her arms were stretched out in front of her, her head laying on its side, allowing him to see her expressions and it turned him on more.

"You make the sexiest faces when I'm f*cking you" he grunted.  She bit her lower lip and clamped down on him at his words.

"Cara" he warned, his body wound to a ridiculous tightness.  He didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold on.

Cay pushed herself up, so she was seated in his lap while he was still firmly inside her body.

She reached behind her, clasping her fingers around his head and moaned "Let's f*ck."

He got lost in her words as she started bouncing her body up and down on his rod, almost letting him slip out but not quite and then thrusting back down.

"I'm coming" she muttered over and over again and at the same time they both exploded into an intense, guttural orgasm.

Ragged breathing was all that could be heard inside their room, that and the melodic trill of the music still softly playing in the background.

Slipping out of her, he stood and reached down to pick her up and carried her to their bed where he held her in his lap like a small child.

"Hmm, have I told you lately how much I love you?" She hummed in his ear.  He kissed her cheek and said "You told me three times just a while ago, but I will never tire of hearing it, so no.  No you haven't" he joked.

She scoffed, pinching his side and making him laugh.  A good hearty laugh.  One that she hadn't heard in a long time and it sounded so beautiful.

"That's truly the most wonderful sound ever" she softly.  "What?" He asked, not getting it.  "Your laugh.  I haven't heard it in such a long time.  It's very melodic" she added.

"It's because of you, tesoro, that I can laugh again" he said sweetly.  Cay couldn't help but tear up at his confession.

They took a shower and got dressed.  Marco had another meeting to attend to with Valkin and Cay was going to pick Julian up from school, get Jules and do a little shopping.

She would have Enzo and Vittorio with her, plus two soldiers in the follow car, so Marco felt safe letting her out.

They kissed each other tenderly, forgetting that Marco's men were present, and it was their clearing throats that brought them back to reality.  Marco didn't care.  He wanted his men to see what he had.

He had told them in a meeting that yes, their business was dangerous, but if they could find a good woman, that could handle it, it would make them stronger, thus making their famiglia stronger.

Long gone was the mentality of having a wife or lover was a sign of weakness.  They had all seen their queen in action and saw anything but weakness.

The Italians, Russians and Irish had gathered at Marco's warehouse, discussing the meet and what each family would bring to the table.

Valkin already brought his goods and Marco's men were taking care of the valuable art pieces, wrapping and cataloging them with gentleness.  Also cocaine and medical grade marijuana were available to certain heads that fabled in that.

MacMillian, or Mac, had provided some beautiful Irish women and whiskey.  Candi from Assets was in charge of both.

The Italians provided weapons, computer technology, burner cells, laptops and the such.  All of that was taken care of under the watchful eye of each main head's legal consigliere.

Marco's phone went off at the same time as Valkin's and Mac's, sending off an air of something not being right.

Each of their driver's calling to report that their vehicles had been rammed and a person abducted from each vehicle.

Valkin's wife, Mac's teenage daughter and Julian, Marco's son were kidnapped, but for Marco his world spun out of control when Enzo said they were on their way to the hospital.

"They hit on Cay's side" Enzo's voice stiff with emotion.  "I don't know anything else but I'm in the ambulance with her.  Get here now!"

The familie's men had already jumped into action, hacking into street feeds of where each vehicle was, tracking devices were activated and they were doing everything they could to find their family members.

Marco was hearing everything in a well, he wasn't thinking clearly as images of Cay's smiling face flashed before his eyes.

He knew it was Reagan and so did everyone else, now it was a matter of tracking them down.

His son.  His four year old son.  Taken.  He prayed that Valkin's wife and Mac's daughter would look after him.

He'd never felt so helpless, but savage at the same time.  What idiot messed with a Mafia members family?"

Clearly one that didn't want to live.