Catching Bianca: A Dark Mafia Romance (Shadows of Obsession Book 4)
Catching Bianca: Chapter 36

Jax folds himself into a chair in front of Carter’s desk, legs spread wide, arms draped over the sides of the chair like he owns the fucking place.

The guy gets under my skin. The way he moves, the way he snorts, the way he breathes… everything about him begs me to show him his place. Preferably with my fist.

“You’ve had a week,” he says, weighing every word. “Blaze wants answers. Beats me why, but he’s ignoring my advice about this being the wrong play.”

Carter leans back, swirling his whiskey before taking a sip. “You’re in no position to demand answers. Blaze needs me more than I need him.”

“That what you think?”

“It’s what I know. Tell him he’ll get my answer soon. But on my timescale. Not his.”

Jax exhales, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the armrest. “How about a peace offering then?”

Broadway crosses his arms over his chest as if he’s trying to tie his hands before one of them accidentally replaces Jax’s jaw at full speed. “A peace offering?”

“Vaughn’s been in touch with Noretto.”

That gets everyone’s full attention.

Carter’s hand stills as he sets his glass down. “Has he?”

“Yeah, he reached out a few days ago. Wanted help, which is desperate even by his diminishing standards. Noretto refused, but Vaughn’s planning something. That much is clear.”

The mention of Vaughn has me checking the screen for Bianca. She’s chatting with Hailey, her smile soft but shoulders a little tense.

“What kind of help did Vaughn want?” Carter asks.

“Nothing specific.” Jax shrugs. “He said he had unfinished business. Noretto refused, but he won’t be Vaughn’s last call. If he’s desperate enough to reach out to us, he’ll reach out to somebody else. Somebody who won’t say no.”

“Grey,” Broadway supplies, pouring himself another drink. “If Vaughn gets Grey on his side—”

“He won’t,” Carter interrupts. “Vaughn has nothing to offer Grey. At least nothing Grey couldn’t take by force.”

Koby shifts in his seat, his knee bouncing furiously, eyes locked on Leilani’s face on the monitor. He hasn’t said a word since Jax walked in, silently stewing ten feet away from me.

Leilani sits with our girls but doesn’t participate in their conversation. She’s fidgeting, her glass of wine untouched.

I’m not the only one who notices Koby’s on the verge of losing his cool. Sweat beads at his hairline like he’s fighting an internal battle and getting a kicking.

Carter follows his gaze, expression hardening when Koby runs a shaky hand down his face. “What’s her deal?” he asks Jax.

“Excuse me?”

“Leilani.” Her name has Koby’s head snapping toward his boss. “She looks like she’s about to bolt. She’s uncomfortable. Has been since you got here. I don’t like it.”

Jax’s smirk doesn’t falter, but there’s a sharpness to it now. “She’s okay.”

“She doesn’t look okay,” I pipe in. “She looks scared.”

“Your reputation precedes you, Willard.” Jax ignores me. “Leilani knows about Aalyiah. She knows you killed Rhett and what you’re capable of. She might not look like much but don’t let that sweet packaging fool you. She’s smart. Smart enough to fear powerful men. She’s fidgety because we’re here.”

“Bullshit,” Broadway clips. “She flinches when you get close, not Carter. We don’t do business with men who beat up women.”

Jax’s low, almost mocking laugh cuts out. “You know nothing about her, or me, so do yourself a favor and don’t get in the fucking middle. Worry about your woman, not mine.”

The short exchange has no effect on Koby.

Well, no positive effect. He stiffens further, his jaw clenching so hard I hear his teeth grinding. He’s staring at Leilani, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles pale.

I wonder if Jax has noticed, or if he’s too busy posturing.

Better he doesn’t notice. He seems as possessive over Leilani as Carter is with Hailey.

“You came here for an answer,” Carter says, resting his elbows on the desk. “You’ll get one soon. Now, leave.”

Jax’s relaxed posture stiffens. He gets to his feet, brushing invisible lint from his suit jacket. “The clock’s ticking. The sooner you decide your next move, the better for everyone.”

He strides out, the door closing behind him with a soft click. Broadway collapses into the chair Jax vacated, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Insufferable prick,” he mutters.

“That and a few other adjectives,” I agree, watching said prick on the monitors.

My stomach tightens on Koby’s behalf when Jax pulls Leilani into his arms. His lips crash against hers, tongue deep down her throat, and her entire body goes rigid.

“Vaughn’s making his move,” Koby says, his complexion ashen as he jabs the heels of his shaking hands into his eyes. “What’s ours?”

Jax pulls away from the kiss, sending a cocky smile at the camera like he knows we’re watching.

Like he’s proving a point.

“I say we revisit Ryder’s accident idea,” Broadway says, pulling me back to the issue at hand. “Vaughn’s unpredictable. His moves don’t make sense. One day he’s afraid of Noretto and dragging Bianca halfway across the country to hide from the man, then he’s asking him for help.”

Carter nods, his gaze distant as his mind works through the possibilities. “No accidents, but I want Vaughn contained. Ryder, focus on locating the lunatic. Broadway, I want Jax tailed. He’s staying in the city. Find out where and send two of our guys to watch his every move.”

“Sure thing.” Broadway stands, grabs his drink, and heads for the door, a rhythmical spring in his steps.

“You can go, too,” Carter tells me. “Take your girl home. All your eye-fucking over the table makes me uncomfortable. And you.” He juts his chin at Koby, then points at the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”

This doesn’t look good. Carter rarely singles any one of us out; all our conversations are open to everyone’s ears. Not today. I don’t dwell on the fact but squeeze Koby’s shoulder as I leave.

I step back into the low-lit chaos of Scarlett. The music thumps hard enough to rattle my chest as I navigate the throng of bodies crowding the VIP section.

Bianca’s with the girls, legs crossed, a smile on her lips as she listens to Violet recounting some story. The green dress hugs her in all the right places, and that desire scorching my veins slams back into me with a vengeance.

She doesn’t notice me at first, focused on Violet’s words, but when I stop behind her and lean down, her breath hitches.

“It’s time your fine ass replaces a different seat.”

She turns, her cheeks flushing. “And where should I sit?”

“My face, Summer.” I offer her my hand. “Come on.”

“Leaving so soon?” Hailey’s gaze darts between us when I help Bianca to her feet.

“Boss’s orders,” I reply, watching as my comment throws the little troublemaker off course.

Bianca gives the girls a wave and follows me out of the building through the back exit. The cool night air does nothing to cool the inferno beneath my skin. The fifteen-minute drive home doesn’t help either. She’s quiet the entire time, but the way her thighs press together doesn’t escape my notice. She knows what’s coming and she can’t wait.

Neither can I. I almost came in my pants when she told me she wants to sit on my face. Every man’s dream.

We step inside my condo, and I spin her around, pressing her against the door. My lips catch hers, replaceing an outlet for the desperate need.

She gasps and moans, tugging my shirt free from my pants before unbuttoning it from the top.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night. I want you naked and on my face inside a minute.” I grip the hem of her dress, yanking it up as I trail small, biting kisses down her neck.

I toss the dress aside as soon as it’s off, Bianca’s perfect, naked body before me, her skin glowing in the LED lights. Following in my steps, she abandons the unbuttoning task and tugs at my shirt, her touch frantic as she pulls it over my head.

“You’re wearing too much,” she says, fiddling with my belt.

I step back long enough to unbuckle and kick off my pants and boxers, my cock a titanium pole, balls so fucking full after an evening of her teasing. “Better?”

“So much better.” She grabs me at the hilt, pumping slowly.

“Pussy. Face. Now,” I grit out, swatting her hand away.

We stumble down the hallway, kissing, touching like a pair of sex-starved teenagers. The backs of my knees hit the bed and with a single push from Bianca, I fall back, taking her with me.

She lands with her cheek on my chest. Far from the position we were aiming for.

“I swear, if you’re not sitting on my face in the next ten seconds I’m going to lose it.” I fill my hands with her hips, urging her into position.

She stills, staring down at me. “I’ve never done this before,” she admits, her cheeks deliciously pink. “How do I—?”

“Ever got yourself off grinding into a man’s hand, or over his thigh? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way. Don’t answer, but that’s how it works.”

“Oh… okay. Seems easy enough. Do I stop every few seconds so you can catch a breath?”

“No, you don’t stop until you come.” I yank her higher, the strip of dark hair at the apex of her thighs an inch from my chin. “I’m waiting.”

“But what if you can’t breathe?”

“For fuck’s sake, baby. I want my pussy.”

She scoots up, her thighs bracketing my head, and she grips the headrest. I yank her down, my tongue darting out to lick her. She inches up, barely grazing her clit over my tongue.

“Lower,” I demand.

She sinks. I latch onto her clit, fireworks in my head when her taste explodes on my tongue. And she inches up again.

“Stop hovering.”

“But I feel like I’m suffocating you!”

“Smother me, Summer. You’re half my size, less than half my weight. You think I’ll struggle to lift you off if I need air? Sit. Down. Hands on my head and ride my face.”

Finally, she sits the way she’s supposed to, dragging her sweet pussy over my lips. My fingers sink into her ass, helping her along, dictating the pace as I lap and lave every drop.

“Oh shit,” she mewls, tugging my hair. “That’s so good.”

Her moves become more rhythmic, every next roll of her hips full of intent, the initial uncertainty gone. She’s fully into this, chasing her high. And the sounds she makes the closer she gets…? Fucking glorious. I guide her with one hand and wrap the other around my cock, jerking off fast.

Bianca gasps, moans, and all-out whimpers as the orgasm slams into her less than a minute later. I knew it wouldn’t take long. Not after the evening we’ve had.

Still, this must be a record.

“Good girl,” I tut, stamping a kiss on her swollen clit before I drag her down my body.

“I didn’t choke you,” she murmurs, eyes glossy.

“No, you didn’t. We’ll do this again later, but now I need to fill you up.”

She’s still panting, her hot breath on my neck, breasts pressed against my chest.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

“Not enough practice. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do a thing. Just hold on to me.”

She chuckles, catching my lips in a deep kiss as I lift her hips and lower her over my cock. Her pussy’s wet, still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. For a second, I hold perfectly still, marveling in the feel of her choking me.

“Punish me for not wearing panties,” she whispers against my lips. “Hard.”

My hand lands on her ass, the clap ricocheting off the walls.

She cries out, flooding my cock with more arousal. I wrap my arms around her, catch her lips, and brace my feet on the mattress, fucking into her with upward thrusts.

Deep, hard, punishing strokes that have me on the verge of blowing my load within minutes. But I don’t want this to end so fast. Especially not when Bianca rises a bit, her hands bracing against my chest, nails digging into my skin.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, slowing my pace. I trace the curve of her hips, addicted to the way she shivers under my touch.

She leans forward, her hair brushing my face, lips hovering over mine. “Beautiful? I thought I was cruel.”

“You’re both.” I drag her down for a kiss, my cock pumping in and out of her in a lazy tempo.

Lazy, but precise, the head poking her G spot every time. She moans in my mouth, and moves that sweet ass, meeting every unhurried thrust. I swear under my breath, arching into her like I can’t get enough.

I can’t. She’s stolen everything I had to give. Didn’t ask for permission, just barged into my life, claiming me for herself.

She trails a path of small kisses down my jaw, and I grip her tighter. She clings to me, moans, drives me feral with the love bites she leaves all over my neck.

“Marking your territory?”

“Can’t touch you in public,” she whispers, smiling against my skin. “But this…” She sucks another spot until I’m sure a pink mark has appeared. “Should keep any women who dare to come near you away.”

“I only have eyes for you.”

She rocks against me again, the slap of flesh hitting my ears. The way our bodies meet will drive me insane if we keep this up much longer. I grip her hips harder, barely holding on to the little control I have left.

There’s a bang next. Loud, and—

“Ryder? Where the hell are you?” Koby’s voice thunders across the apartment, shattering our moment.

Bianca freezes, her eyes widening when footsteps start.

I drop my head back against the pillows. Is this punishment for interrupting Broadway?

“Unbe-fucking-lievable.”

“Don’t stop,” Bianca whispers, shifting her hips. “You’re not done.” She looks over her shoulder. “Just a minute!” she yells, rocking against me in a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes my cock stutter inside her.

She drags her fingers down my chest. “Fuck me, Ryder. We’re not leaving this room until you come.”

She owns me, this woman.

I wouldn’t even consider this if anyone else was riding me. I’m caught between two opposing forces, unfiltered frustration and the kind of need that burns through everything else.

“You’re serious?” I ask, though my hips are already lifting, meeting hers.

“Dead serious.”

The footsteps grow louder, followed by a knock on the bedroom door. “Ryder!”

“I said just a minute!” Bianca snaps, anger clear in her voice. “Sit your ass down in the living room and wait.”

Koby laughs a two-drinks-too-many laugh. I think it’s sad that I know him so well I recognize it.

“Damn. Make her come, man. She’s mean when she’s frustrated.” His footsteps retreat, but his voice returns. “I’m raiding your liquor cabinet. Don’t take forever.”

Once the liquor bottles are rattling in the living room, Bianca looks back down at me.

“Where were we?” I ask.

“Come for me,” she coos in my ear. “I want to feel you swell and twitch.”

That does it. Every nerve in my body catches fire, the interruption long forgotten. I fill my hands with her hips again, lift her a little and power in, resuming the relentless tempo from the beginning.

Her wet pussy, the way she clenches around me… it’s too much and not enough at the same time. Each thrust pulls me closer to the edge of a violent orgasm. Bianca’s almost there, too, her staccato moans a dead giveaway.

I slide one hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling enough to tilt her head back. My lips brush against her ear. “You’re close. Let go. I come when you come.”

She whimpers, taking every thrust and begging for more until she stills. Her pussy chokes my cock, urging me to follow suit. The orgasm rips out of my spine. I slam into her one last time, my thighs cramping with the effort it takes to hold still and let her feel. The sound that vibrates my chest makes Bianca sigh, her eyes jumping between mine, then to my lips, neck, and back.

For a moment, there’s nothing but her trembling in my arms.

Until…

“Jesus!” Koby yells from the living room. “You two fuck and I’m the one who needs a smoke. Come out now. You’ve got drinks waiting.”

Bianca buries her face in my neck. “He’s drunk, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but save for the slurring, he’s no different when he’s sober. No filter.”