Arranged Marriage

Chapter 34

I giggled, leaving his neck and making a trail of kisses down his chest. Patrick's heavy breathing was a good sign as I went lower and lower. Like a pro, I took a hold of his base and leading his tip into my mouth.

"God," he hissed, "Angelo, oh sweet, sweet Angelo."

I sucked on the soft skin that cover the hard shaft, taking him in slowly so that I wouldn't gag. He shifted under me, moaning and hissing as he slid down my throat. Giving myself some relief, I took half of him out making up for it with my tongue.

"Oh Angelo," he moaned, forcing more of his shaft down my throat.

Clawing at the bed sheets, I forced myself not to gag. He didn't seem to care, too much in the cloud of pleasure. It felt good to know that I could bring him this type of pleasure. Have him arching his back, his head sinking between the pillows, his hands crawling at the bedsheets and moaning and hissing for more. Taking it to a different level, I cupped and squeezed his package.

"Oh, God, Eliza," Patrick growled between his teeth.

God he was close. I could taste the salty arousal in my throat.

"E-Eliza, Liza, I'm going to come," he warned me.

As soon as he did, his salty released filled the back of my throat. I swallowed, not thinking too much about it before taking him out of my mouth. My body collapsed on his and my jaw ached from the pleasurable abuse.

"That was - amazing," he planted, running his hands through my hair.

I nodded and moaned, closing my eyes just for a second. It was five minutes before the two of us regained our strength to breathe and I was able to think again.

"What's the plan now?" I asked, knowing he had something in mind on how we would handle this.

"I've already made arrangements for Garrick and Antonio to do some digging. Find out what type of car bomb was used, where it was brought, who the gunman were. Then we'll go from there."

"Do you think it's connected to Gabriel Bover or Karen Falco?" I asked, trying to remember who they were.

Gabriel Bover hired the mercenary, Xavier Jorden that shot at us in the study. And Karen Falco was a mercenary that was hired by an African company to kill my father.

"Maybe. Bover is dead or at least soon will be. The Cartel gave me their word that he wouldn't live long," I swallowed at the thought, "and Falco is dead too and Jorden. I don't know any other connection."

I knew one, but I was too scared to say it out loud.

"Can I be there, when you and the boys...strategise, for a better word?" I asked, looking at his face.

"Are you sure?" He asked, brushing my cheek with the back of my hand, "some of the talk won't be pretty."

I nodded, swallowing, "I think I can handle it."

He nodded, but didn't say anything more.

Sighing, I sat up on my elbows, no longer in denial. It was time to face the day.

Groaning, I crawled off him and scooted to the edge of the bed. Patrick watched my every step as I took my robe from where it lied on the lounge before making my way into the bathroom. I made a beeline to the sink, turning on the hissing water. The water was cool in my hands before I splashed it over my burning cheeks. I repeated my movements, taking in deep breaths while wiping my chin, my neck and breasts, trying to get the cum off my body. The tiny droplets trailed down to my belly, soaking the collar of my robe. I could hear Patrick moving around, but I didn't take much notice, turning off the tap and grabbing the hand towel. I dabbed it over my face, my neck and breasts, trying to dry myself. Once I had, I looked at myself in the mirror noticing the missing piece in my appearance. My necklace. God how could I be so stupid?