Dark Betrayal (Famiglia Book 2)

by A. J. Daniels

  Alessandro no sooner has the car in park and turned off, then he’s reaching over and undoing my seat belt. Strong hands grip my hips, and I’m in the air and straddling him, my hands braced on a rock-solid chest while something else rock-hard digs into my thigh.

  I can’t hear anything other than my own heavy breathing as Alessandro skims his hands up my bare thighs, one hand gripping my ass and pulling me closer, the other snaking up to curl around my hair and tug my head back, exposing my throat to his wandering lips.

  “You sure you want this, Angel? Once we cross this line, there’s no going back.” He nips along my jaw. My body feels like it’s on fire. “Once my cock gets a taste of this pussy, I’m going to fuck you where I want when I want, and all you get to say is yes, sir.”

  I swallow hard. His dirty words are a direct line to my throbbing clit. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He licks and nips my throat. “Now, take me out. Stroke me.”

  My fingers fumble with his belt, but I finally pull him free after what feels like fucking forever. He’s warm and hard and smooth against my palm. A grunt fills the car when my hand tightens around the base, and I stroke his length. Up and down. Up. Down.

  For as long as I can remember the thought of almost getting caught would ratchet up my need for more. Harder. Faster. Just more. And right now, with my aching core pressed against him and Alessandro moving my panties out of the way and sliding his fingers into my wet heat, the thought of being caught sets my body ablaze. I need him inside me, and nothing short of the world ending will stop me from getting what I want.

  He must know what I want because his fingers slip out of me and curl under my thighs, lifting me up only high enough for him to position me, and then he’s slamming home in one long, singular push.

  Dear lord, I feel like I’ve just been impaled. Legit impaled.

  Alessandro groans low in his throat, and then he starts moving, lifting me up and slamming me down while he rocks up into me. Pain and pleasure start mixing together until the only thing left is pure unadulterated pleasure.

  I rock my hips more, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own. Alessandro pulls my head back more, causing my back to arch, my tits in his face, his cock hitting deeper with each of his upward thrusts.

  I knew this Hulk of a man was made for fucking, but this… this was animalistic. There were no emotions, no promises of forever, no whispered words of love. It was lust. It was raw. It was a basic human need being satisfied. It was carnal, and it was dirty as fuck.

  “You have a greedy pussy, Jessika. Fuck, I can feel it sucking me in. Every fucking inch of my dick. You’re going to come for me, Angel,” he grunts. “You’re going to come so fucking hard around my dick, then I’m going to fuck this pretty throat, and you’re going to swallow everything I give you.”

  Fuck me. His words. I’ve never had somebody talk dirty to me before and actually be good at it, but with every filthy word that leaves his mouth my body tightens. And when his thumb finds my clit and presses down, it’s like detonating a bomb. I do exactly what he commanded, I come the hardest I’ve ever come in my fucking life.

  Before I have a chance to come down from my post orgasmic high, Alessandro lifts me up from his lap and pushes me down until I’m kneeling on the floor of the SUV under the steering wheel. One giant hand wraps around the back of my head and forces my face down until my lips part around the head of his cock.

  Alessandro fucks my mouth until my jaw aches, and I can barely breathe, tears sliding down my cheeks. With one more deep grunt, warm, salty liquid hits the back of my throat, and I swallow spurt after spurt of his cum until I’ve sucked him dry.

  “HELLO, SISTER.”

  My body stiffens at the sound of the familiar voice despite not having heard it in years. Fuck, I really need to start screening the unknown calls. But then what would be the point? They’d just come up with more creative ways of finding me.

  “What do you want, Amanda?” I ask, forgoing the coffee for something much, much stronger. Then I remember the long ass day ahead of me, so I pour the coffee anyway, but instead of my usual coffee creamer, I opt for Bailey’s.

  “Been getting pretty cozy with your mark, aren’t you? Really, Jessika, in a parking lot?” she tsks, ice filling my veins with the realization of what she said.

  “You’re having me followed?!”

  “Dad is having you followed,” she corrects, the irritation clear in her voice. “He doesn’t think you have what it takes to end this, and frankly, after seeing your little show, I have to agree with him.”

  Slamming my hand down on the granite countertop, I hiss into the phone, “Do not touch him, Amanda. I’m handling it.”

  “Then handle it, little sister. Although, I wouldn’t mind taking that hulk of a man for my own spin before putting a bullet in his head.” Her voice takes on an almost dream like quality, like she’s picturing riding Alessandro herself.

  The ice in my veins thaw, my blood now boiling with the thought of Amanda and Alessandro together.

  “You fucked up with Braxton. What makes you think you can even get close enough to Alessandro?”

  Our father sent Amanda to get cozy with the Italian Mafia Don. Her job was to seduce him, make him fall in love with her, and marry her. Thus, giving her access to every aspect of his life and giving our father the in he needed to get rid of Braxton and take over as the biggest, most respected crime family on the east coast. Amanda did everything right. She got the rock with the wedding only a week away, and then she fucked up. Braxton caught her sexing it up with his cousin, Dante, and ended the engagement. Amanda was pissed. Our father was even more pissed because it forced him to find another way into the De Luca family.

  Then Braxton went and fell in love, and our father found a confidant in Giovanni, one of three people Braxton kept apprised of his every day dealings. Turns out Gio had his own revenge planned for Braxton, but still nobody knows exactly why Gio has it out for Braxton. However, I’m assuming that’s not exactly true because I suspect my father does.

  Dante and Gio’s orders were simple. Kidnap the girl, make Braxton sweat and beg for her back, and then kill him when he was at his weakest. They both failed. Miserably. Both ended up dead at the hands of the Mafia Don. Now, I was our father’s third and possible last option in bringing down Braxton.

  Of course, I wasn’t made aware of all this until after battling through my own personal hell and leaving that hospital to find my father lying in wait for me.

  Daddy dearest thinks that since Braxton and Alessandro are practically brothers in every sense of the word while they may not share blood, Braxton will feel like he’s losing his control when faced with Alessandro’s murder. Maybe lose it enough that his reputation will take a nose dive and people will turn on him. My father plans on stepping in and taking care of Braxton. Effectively restoring balance to organized crime.

  I would never tell my father this, but there is a flaw in his plan. I don’t believe Braxton will lose his control. I think Braxton will do exactly what he did when Klara got kidnapped, but maybe worse. I believe Braxton will hunt down everyone he ever suspects in Alessandro’s death until he finds the killer – me and by extension my father and the Bratva. Absentmindedly, I reach down and scratch the tattoo on my upper thigh.

  “Oh, sweet, naïve, Jessika. I should be offended that you think so little of my skill. I just need to get him drunk enough that he believes I’m you,” she giggles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

  “Stay. Away. From. Him,” I snarl each word. Family or not, I will not hesitate to put a bullet in her head if she even thinks about cutting my time with Alessandro short. I plan on using Hulk as much as I can before his time is up.

  “Handle it, Jessika, or I won’t have a choice.”

  With that, she ends the call. As soon as I hear the click, my phone goes sailing across the room before hitting the wall and falling to the wood flooring.

  Three things become glarin
gly obvious to me at this moment. One, I either need to pull up my big girl panties, close off my emotions, and take care of business. Two, I need to find something my father wants equally as bad as he wants Alessandro dead and hope that takes his attention away from the Italian Hulk. And three, I am way too attached to the man after one dinner and a quick fuck in his car.

  Option one ensures my freedom from the reach of the family. Hopefully. Option two results in both our deaths. No matter how much I turn that scenario over and over in my head, I know deep down to my bones that the only thing my father will want more than Alessandro’s blood is Braxton’s. If Alessandro ever found out that I was the one who pulled the trigger on Braxton, he’d be the one to kill me, and I just wasn’t down with that. I needed to find a way to get Alessandro to let down his guard around me enough for me to take care of business. Starting with another round of dirty fucking.

  I refuse to even think about the third thing because Alessandro means nothing to me except for being someone who knows how to fuck me within an inch of my life.

  As soon as I make sure that my phone screen isn’t cracked and it’s working fine, thanks to the kickass protective case, I shoot off a quick message, trying to fight the grin that threatens to pull at the corners of my lips.

  He’s just a means to satisfy an urge, Jessika. Nothing more.

  ***

  ALESSANDRO

  My knuckles had barely left the painted wood of the apartment door before it’s being ripped open. Jessika grabs hold of the front of my shirt and tugs me inside, pushing me up against the door once it’s closed behind me and attacking my mouth with one hell of a kiss.

  “Hello to you too, Angel,” I manage to get out when we come up for air.

  “No talking. More fucking,” she breathes, already pushing my shirt up and off.

  Her eyes ablaze with lust when she takes in the smattering of dark hair on my chest, and darken even more as she traces my happy trail down to where it disappears under the waistband of my jeans.

  “Keep looking at me like that, Angel, and you won’t be walking tomorrow,” I growl.

  Her tongue darts out to run along her bottom lip, and I swear she whimpers when she finally takes in the defined V of my pelvic muscles. The one that drives women crazy.

  Jessika continues eye-fucking me while stripping off her tight tank top and sliding down her sleep shorts, leaving her standing completely naked except for a smile.

  I swallow hard in an attempt to calm myself down because if I don’t I’m not going to be able to hold back on her anymore, and I’ll do more than just make sure she can’t walk tomorrow.

  “Run,” I rasp out, fists clenching at my sides so that I don’t reach out and grab her. “Run, Angel, because when I catch you, I’m not going to stop fucking you until I’ve had my fill.”

  I open my eyes and pin her with a stare that tells her exactly what I have in mind once I catch her. Her pretty emerald eyes widen in shock before she takes off down the hallway, but I catch up to her in three easy strides. Jessika giggles when I spin her to face me and throw her over my shoulder in a fireman hold. Slapping her ass, I make my way down the hall and to her bedroom.

  She bounces when I deposit her on the soft mattress and strip out of my jeans, pulling my socks and shoes off with them. I catch a brief glimpse of a tattoo on her outer thigh but then my attention snaps back to the gorgeous girl on her back in the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide for me. Her fingers already playing with her clit.

  The shriek that leaves her throat when I pull her by her ankle closer to me makes me burn hotter. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my dick. With her legs resting on my arms, I lean over her, practically folding her in half, my hand wrapping around her pretty throat, and she moans. She fucking moans, when I squeeze just a little tighter.

  I could tell when she was playing with herself that she’s already wet, so without missing a beat I slam home in one thrust. Jessika arches her back beneath me, taking me deeper until I’m buried to the hilt. I don’t give her time to adjust before I start fucking her like both our lives depend on it.

  “Ah, fuck! Harder. Please,” she begs, her pussy tightening like a vise around my dick.

  “Your wish is my command,” I growl, removing my hand from her throat and biting down on her shoulder as my hips piston harder and faster, fucking her like she begged. “Fucking hell, Jess,” I roar when she tightens around me, her body shuddering with her orgasm, and milks my cock until there’s nothing left. I collapse beside her, trying to get my breathing under control.

  “Hi.” She turns to me and smiles after several minutes, her hand already finding its way back to my cock.

  JESSIKA

  ALESSANDRO FUCKED ME until I could barely see straight, let alone think straight, which was great because it meant my brain stopped working long enough for me to get some decent sleep. I did manage to kick him out before I succumbed to the dreamless sleep that beckoned to me after the last time we used each other’s bodies. I couldn’t tell you what his reaction was to being kicked out because I was lights out as soon as the order left my lips. I’m not supposed to care anyways. I’m just using his body until I can devise a plan to end his life.

  “Wake up, bitch! It’s shopping day!” Mel hollers, closing the front door behind her. She stops short of entering the kitchen and wrinkles her nose. “It smells like sex in here.” Her eyes round in realization, and if I could I would shrink further into my oversized hoodie to hide the heat creeping up my cheeks. “Holy shit, did you bump uglies with Hulk-man?”

  I groan, “Bump uglies? Seriously, Mel?”

  “What?” she shrugs like she really has no idea how ridiculous she sounded. I love my best friend, I do, but I just can’t with her right now. But I know she’s not going to let it go until I give her something.

  “Yes, we fucked each other’s brains out, and then I kicked him out. By the way, bitch? Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?”

  “What? I call you a bitch all the time. It’s our thing.”

  I snort. “It’s never been our thing.”

  “Whatever,” she sighs, rolling her eyes and not meeting my gaze.

  It’s then I get a good look at her. Something feels off. Sure, she looks fine, but something about the way she’s acting today and her choice of words aren’t sitting right with me. I get up to make her a coffee, adding extra Bailey’s to her cup - I was planning on driving us today anyway – before making my way back to the bar stool and pulling out a seat for her.

  “Tell me what’s with the mood today, and don’t say nothing, because I know it’s something.”

  Mel huffs but takes the seat next to me, curling her hands around the coffee mug I put in front of her.

  “You know Mason, Corey’s partner at the law firm?”

  I nod for her to continue, bringing my own cup up to take a sip.

  “His wife just died from cancer last month. He seemed like he was handling it okay. The guy’s wife died, and he still never missed a day at the office. He even started working more overtime. Until about a couple weeks ago. Corey got worried that he hadn’t shown up at the office for several days, so he went over to Mason’s house,” she pauses taking a sip of her coffee. “It was bad, Jess. Cor said it looked like he hadn’t showered in almost a week, and probably hadn’t eaten in just as long. Cor managed to get Mason cleaned up, but he wasn’t convinced that the guy would start taking care of himself again. He called me and we agreed that the best thing for Mase was if Corey brought him home to stay in our guest room so that we could make sure he at least ate daily. Until he was okay enough to take care of himself.”

  I sensed there was more that she needed to say so I kept quiet and give her time.

  “One week, Jessika. I haven’t had sex with my husband in one week. Seven days.”

  I cough and sputter on the mouthful of coffee I’m trying not to spit in my best friend’s face. “What?” That was so not the direction I thought this conversation
was going. Not at all.

  “Don’t get me wrong. I love Mason. I feel for him. They were high school sweethearts, and I can’t imagine losing Corey. But between his own clients, taking on some of Mason’s missed work load, and Mason living with us, I haven’t seen my husband. I need to get laid, Jess. I’m a woman with needs.”

  I sit, staring at her, slack jawed. My mouth opening and closing like a guppy while I take in everything she just told me. And I realize if I were in her shoes I’d feel the same way. Hell, now that I’ve had a taste of Alessandro, I’m not sure if I could give that up. I immediately shake the thought away because nothing good could come from the train of thought. I’m going to have to give him up. End of story.

  “Does Corey have a lock on his office door? Can anyone see in, even with the door closed?” I ask.

  “Yes, to the lock. No to the other one. What’s going on in that messed up head of yours?”

  I think about it for a minute, finishing my coffee, and then grin as I place the mug gently on the counter before turning to my best friend. “Okay, here’s the plan. We’re going to go shopping like we planned. We’re going to get you some sexy lingerie. Something Corey can’t ignore. Then, we’re going to get your hair and makeup done, you’re going to slip into something sexy sans panties, and then you’re going to go visit him at the office. You’re going to give him a little preview of what he can look forward to when he gets home. When he walks through the front door, you’ll greet him in nothing but the lingerie and a pair of fuck me heels.”

  And that’s what we did. I drove us to the mall then proceeded to drag Mel to every store until we found the perfect outfit and lingerie for her day of seduction. Mel started complaining about ten minutes in, but I could tell that she secretly loved it. What woman wouldn’t love shopping for an outfit that could bring her man to his knees and cause him to beg?

  I may or may not have picked up something for Hulk as well. Not that I would ever admit that it was for him. After all, every woman deserves to feel sexy in a stunning outfit and hot lingerie. So, the items I picked out were solely for me and me alone, and if he just so happened to catch a glimpse of them while he was ripping it off my body, then he does.