Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

S he should have been home half an hour ago. I've been sitting in her room, on this uncomfortable-as-fuck chair for two hours, waiting for her. I don't know what's keeping her and it's starting to send me into a spiral.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and check my notifications. Nothing. I've left her two voicemails in the last ten minutes, two messages she hasn't responded to. How many more can I leave before it's considered obsessive? Or stalkerish? Then again, do I even fucking care how I come across?

I inhale a deep breath before typing out a text to Vin. I've had him following her around for the last couple of days. Ever since the shooting at the restaurant, where my best friend caught a fucking bullet in his arm. Of course, Dom claims it was nothing more than a scratch, even after the doc fished around and pulled out the piece of lead. Then he insisted on walking the streets with me, trying to find out whatever we could.

We're still fucking looking. All I have to go on is the make and model of the car the assholes were driving. No one knows shit about who it was, or who they were targeting. I've gone through the security tapes, checked the identities of everyone in that restaurant at the time. And no one else seems to be a viable target. Me? Well, the De Bellis family has a long list of enemies. Especially since our father's out of the picture.

Fuckers take Gio for an idiot. They underestimate him and us. My brothers are ready for this. I'm ready for it. No one is taking our family's position in the Melbourne underground.

Me:

Where is she?

Vin:

Pulling into the drive of her house. Where are you?

Me:

Thanks. You can go home.

Vin doesn't respond. I know he'll either go home or wherever else it is he goes when no one is watching him. I should probably find out what he's been up to. He's not even eighteen yet. We're all supposed to be keeping an eye on the kid. Then again, it's not like he's ever had parental supervision to begin with. It was always Gio and Santo taking care of us younger siblings. Gio told us about our mother, how she was sweet, how much she loved us.

I don't remember her at all. Truth is, I've never even seen a picture of the woman. Our father had everything removed from the house. So, other than the description Gio gave me, I don't know shit about her.

People say you can't miss what you've never had. That's bullshit, because there was a time when I missed having a mother. Now, I don't care. But back then, I would have given anything to meet her, just once.

The bedroom door opens, and I straighten in the chair. I was so lost in my thoughts the sound got me by surprise. Judging by the hand firmly pressed on Zoe's chest, I'm not the only one caught off-guard.

"Marcel? What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark? And how'd you get in here?" she asks while flicking on the light.

"Close the door," I tell her.

Zoe looks at me, and for a brief second, I think she's going to tell me where to go. She doesn't. Instead, she closes the door and walks towards me. "How'd you get in?" she asks again.

"Surprisingly, it wasn't hard. But don't worry, I have a guy coming tomorrow to fix the holes in your security system," I tell her. "Why didn't you answer my messages?"

"What messages?" Zoe digs through her bag, then quickly curses under her breath. "Shit."

"What?"

"My phone, it's not in here. I swear I picked it up when I left the office." She sets her bag down on the bed and starts rummaging through it before emptying the contents out. After another minute or two, she looks up at me. "I must have left it at the office."

"Want me to send someone to get it for you?"

"No, it's okay. I'll just get it in the morning." She shoves everything back into her bag, glancing in my direction when she's done. "Is there a reason you're creeping around my house in the dark?"

"Besides wanting to see you?" I shrug. "No."

"Well, you're seeing me now. What are you going to do with me?" Zoe places her bag on the floor by the bed and kicks off her heels.

"Right now, I'm going to watch you strip out of those clothes." I gesture a hand up and down her body.

Without a word, Zoe unbuttons the front of her blouse, the silky material sliding off her arms and pooling by her feet. Then I watch as she unzips her skirt before it falls to the floor too. When she reaches for her bra next, I lift a hand to stop her.

"Leave it on." My eyes flick over the fire-red lingerie. Matching lace, with sparkly straps. Yeah, I'm not letting that go to waste. "Come here." I crook my index finger at her as my legs spread open, my cock pressing against the fabric of my pants, trying to break free. Undoing my belt, I pop the button of my pants. Zoe stops when she's right in front of me. "On your knees, babe. I want you on your knees," I tell her.

She drops to her knees with her hands on my thighs and a smirk on her face. "What else do you want?" she says, her voice husky with need before her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip.

"Take out my cock," I instruct, groaning when her hands move higher up my thighs. Her fingers slowly undo the zipper on my pants, reach into by briefs, and then her palm wraps around my shaft. "Fuck me, even your hand feels fucking amazing."

"If you think my hand feels good, then this is going to blow your mind." Zoe grins as her mouth closes over the tip of my cock.

"Fuck yes." Scooping her hair out of her face, I watch in awe as she takes me deeper. "So damn beautiful," I groan.

When I hit the back of her throat, it takes all of my control not to come right here and now. Zoe moans as she peers up at me, sending vibrations through my balls, and then she fucking swallows.

"Fuck!" I growl out. I take hold of her face. My hands shake and my thighs tense, the urge to take over and fuck her mouth so fucking strong.

Almost like she knows just what she's doing to me, Zoe smiles around my cock, flattening her tongue before she slides back up to the tip.

I cup her cheeks. "Let me know if you need me to stop. Just tap my leg," I tell her before I take over this show and guide my cock back down her throat. I continue pumping in and out of her, holding her face still, at just the right angle. I'm not going to last long. Her mouth feels too fucking good. "I'm gonna come. Are you going to swallow everything I give you, Zoe?"

Her little nod gives me the permission I was seeking before I let go and release right down her throat. Zoe swallows every single drop I give her. Then, she shocks me by sticking out her tongue and licking the remaining cum from my cock. I pick her up and walk over to the bed, throwing her down in the middle of the mattress before climbing on top and covering her body with mine.

"That was fucking amazing," I tell her. My lips descend onto hers. I push my tongue into her mouth and taste myself on her.

Zoe's legs wrap around my back, locking me against her. Not that she needs to do that. I don't plan on leaving this spot anytime soon. I had a rule. Always make sure she comes first. That rule just got broken and now I need to rectify this situation. I'm not leaving this bed until I pull at least five orgasms from her body.

Shifting my weight, I force her legs to fall open before moving my mouth down across her cheek until I reach her ear. My hand cups her pussy. "This. It's mine," I whisper. "I like to take care of things that are mine, Zoe."

"Okay," she moans. "Take care of it then."

"Say it first." I move my fingers through the lips of her pussy, on top of the lace that still covers her.

"Say what?" she asks, her hands clinging around my neck.

"That it's mine. That I own this. That you belong to me." I nibble on her ear, only to realise I've said the wrong thing a second after I say it.

Zoe's whole body stills beneath me, her nails dig into the skin on my shoulders, and she shoves at my chest.

I jump off the bed and stare down at her. She has tears running down her face as she scrambles up the bed before pressing her back against the headboard. "I don't belong to anyone. I'm my own person. I'm not…" She's looking right at me but I don't think she's seeing me at all.