Chapter 100: Chapter One Hundred

Gloria squealed as Frankie pulled her back up and onto his lap, this time with her facing him. She giggled as she settled up against his waist.

“Let me see it,” he whispered with a nudge of his head toward her chest.

Gloria bit her lip as she sat back and untied her robe with infuriatingly slow movements. She peeled back the silk fabric to reveal a cotton pajama top. She started at the lowest button, setting the same pace as the robe tie. Frankie growled, gripped the seam of her shirt and yanked. Gloria gasped as buttons flew around the car. Frankie’s hands smoothed up the bare skin of her waist, held the weight of her breasts in his palms, and glided the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. But his eyes? They were higher, studying the edge of her collarbone.

The skin was red and slightly raised, but the ink work was impressive. The lines flowed easily, and whoever had done the tattoo did a phenomenal job.

“Your first tattoo,” he whispered.

“Mhmm.”

“When you’re drunk and on a painful spot too,” he added, gaze lifting to look her in the eye.

“It wasn’t so bad.”

“Man or…”

“It was a woman, Frank,” she said, rolling her eyes. A beat of silence fell and he could sense her nerves climbing. “Do you… Do you like it?” she finally asked.

Frankie looked back at the tattoo running just along her collarbone… his name… etched into her skin forever. He bent down and kissed the sensitive skin, making her hiss. He blew cold air across the ink and her body loosened while she placed her hands gently against his shoulders. Frankie lifted his head and kissed her delicately. His kisses lengthened in duration until her hands were wrapping around the back of his neck and she was making desperate noises each time their lips would part.

“Take off your fucking pants,” Frankie panted against her mouth.

Gloria whimpered and nodded eagerly. She scrambled to get to the seat beside him and shimmied her pajama shorts down while he quickly undid his own belt and shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees.

“Get over here,” he commanded.

Gloria quickly obliged.

“I can’t wait till you’re mine in every way,” he said before sealing his lips over hers, positioning himself and thrusting upwards while she dropped her hips onto him.

Gloria ripped her lips away from his as she threw her head back. The sight of his name on her chest coming closer to his face as if to make a statement made him want to make one of his own.

“Mark me, Vixen,” Frankie demanded, continuing his pace inside her, chasing the release they both needed.

Gloria’s head tilted back and her nails dug into his shoulders. “What?” she asked on a whimper as one of his thrusts hit home.

“I want more than my name on you. I want my skin under your nails. I want my blood on your tongue.” His teeth raked over her throat. “I’m going to paint you in my cum. The rest is your job.”

Her nails ran along his scalp, sending a shock up his spinal cord that only stopped as her fingers constricted, yanking his hair at the roots and ripping his lips from her throat. He smiled at her as she held him at her mercy.

“Make me, Frankie,” she dared.

A challenge met with a challenge: his favorite kind. Frankie lurched forward, out of her grasp. Their lips connected hard enough for their teeth to grind together before he maneuvered his tongue inside. As he stole the breath from her lungs, he doubled down on his assault. His fingers dug into the meat of her ass while he controlled the rhythm of their coupling. He buried himself as deeply inside her as possible, barely leaving her heat before plowing back to the hilt.

Frankie could feel her desperation for air: air to scream, air to breathe. He felt her nails then, digging deeper into his flesh until he was forced to pull away to groan in pain. She inhaled sharply but didn’t stay away for long. Her mouth dropped to his neck and he felt her teeth against his neck. He jerked, nearly coming undone as her canines punctured his skin.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, pushing against her slightly, surprised at the tenacity with which she bit into him.

But Gloria was like a rabid dog now and he the rabbit she’d caught in the garden. She released his neck only to move five inches over and nip his shoulder while her nails sliced down his back. Then her lips met his in a frenzied attack like he’d never been dealt before. He fought to keep up with her tongue swiping along the inside of his gums and her teeth breaking the skin of his lips. So focused on the havoc her mouth was wreaking, he forgot to move his hips… not that he needed to, as she’d taken control of that as well.

Gloria bounced on his lap as though she’d picked up far more from her experience at the strip club than revenge. The thought brought him back to reality and reminded him of the role he was meant to be playing. Frankie pivoted hard to his right and threw her down again onto the seat. Gloria gasped and immediately moved her hands above her head to grip the edge of the seat. Frankie wasted no time. He pushed her knee to her chest and entered her with a grunt. Her hips moved upward, trying to continue the harsh rhythm she’d maintained while on top. Frankie threw his head back as he felt his release rolling through him.

“Don’t hold back,” Gloria begged.

Frankie looked down at her just as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she bit her lip to keep from screaming out. As her walls contracted around him with her climax, he pulled out of her. He thrust two fingers into her heat to help her ride out her orgasm as he worked his other hand along his shaft. He jerked as he came all over her stomach. When he was spent and her body no longer shook from her release, Frankie dropped forward over her.

While his breath returned, he kissed her once more. When he sat back up, he noticed a drop of blood fall from his lips to land between her breasts. Frankie touched his lip with his fingers and drew them back to study the blood she’d drawn. She looked smugly up at him as she traced a fingertip through the mess he’d made on her belly.

“This’ll be a fun walk-of-shame past your dad,” she noted.

Frankie chuckled as he used her discarded pajama top to wipe up his cum. Then he pulled her back to his lap and traced his mouth up from her breasts to her throat while she flung her head back to give him full access.

“We have some time yet before that happens. I’m not finished with you,” Frankie assured her. “I just need a minute to reboot.”

She raised a brow. “You want more?”

“With you? Always. It’s been five days, Vixen, and I think your back will make for a finer canvas.”

Gloria leaned forward and took his lips with hers. She sighed in bliss as her fingers fanned through his dampened hair. Frankie pulled back, making her pout slightly.

“You’re mine, Gloria Rubanov.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, Frank, I know.” She moved toward him again.

He placed a finger to her lips. “All of you. Eyes included. You don’t have my permission to look at another man again. Do you understand me?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “A bachelorette party is meant to be the only time the bride can…”

“I don’t give a fuck about tradition. You’re lucky I got to fuck you, otherwise I’d have to put this testosterone to use elsewhere and the city would be coated in blood come morning. Nora’s mixed in with it.”

“Frankie…”

A knock sounded on the window, making Gloria jump and Frankie reach for the gun he’d stowed in the door.

“Uhh, Mr. Donati?” called a voice he didn’t recognize.

“What?!” Frankie barked. Gloria covered her mouth to keep from laughing.

Due to the fog they’d created coating all the windows, it was impossible for Frankie to see who was waiting outside. Not that he was worried. The SUV was bulletproof, there was an arsenal large enough to stave off a zombie apocalypse and, now, after a good lay, he felt he could fight his way out of anything.

“Uh, I apologize for interrupting but…” The man cleared his throat. “We’ve received some complaints of public indecency.”

Frankie wrapped Gloria’s robe around her before rolling the window down a few inches. A nervous deputy adjusted his weight from one foot to the other while casting his flashlight toward the ground.

“Indecency?” Frankie asked.

The deputy looked around to see if anyone was close by. “It’s the car, sir.”

Frankie narrowed his eyes and rubbed his temple with his gun, making the deputy visibly gulp. “The car is soundproof and the windows are tinted, Deputy…” Frankie squinted his eyes at the tag on his uniform. “McGrier.”

“It, uh, it still, uh… moves, sir.”

A laugh burst from Frankie’s lips. “Hear that, Vixen? We’ve been putting on a show. For free!”

“That’s… humiliating,” Gloria said, burying her face into Frankie’s neck as if to hide.

He patted her back. “I know. Tickets for that would have been worth a grand, at least. Do you have a grand on you, Deputy McGrier?”

The deputy’s face turned crimson. “I didn’t see anything, sir.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, sir.”

“Hm, so you got complaints, showed up, and then found nothing to corroborate said complaints?”

The deputy sat back, understanding crossing his expression. He nodded a few times and Frankie gave him a wink.

“Right, sir, sorry for wasting your time.”

“Not a problem, Deputy.”

“Have a good night.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Frankie assured him as he rolled the window up.

Once the window was securely in place, Gloria pulled back and sighed. “Well, I guess that ends that.” She crawled away toward the opposite door. “We should probably get inside. It’s late and…” Gloria squeaked as Frankie bit her ass cheek.

“That’s perfect, Vixen, just like that,” he told her, grabbing hold of her hips so she couldn't move away.

“What on earth are you doing?” she asked, stiffening as she felt the tip of his dick at her entrance.

“I told you I wasn’t done with you.”

Gloria released a moan as he slowly drew her back onto him. “That was before a cop knocked on our window.

“Five days, Vixen. And we have a whole other day to get through in Casa Sainthood. Then, after that, since Accardi seems to have gotten fuck-all to do with your dad and ex\-fiance.” He slammed into her, making her yelp. “Who knows when we’ll get another chance? I’m taking full advantage of you tonight.” He could feel her yielding as she relaxed her body back against him, allowing him to take control. He leaned forward over her back and ran his tongue up her spine and up to her ear. “Plus, it’s pretty fucking hot, isn’t it?" he whispered. "Knowing there are people with their faces pressed to the window, wishing they could see what I’m doing to your pussy in here.” Gloria’s muscles clamped around his dick and he hissed. “Fuck, you like that idea, don’t you?”

“Frankie?”

“Hmm?” he asked, moving in and out of her slowly, watching the way his dick disappeared inside her with great interest.

“Shut the hell up.”

Frankie chuckled. “Yes, missus.”