Dark Betrayal (Famiglia Book 2)

by A. J. Daniels

  I always thought I’d end up with a man who was covered head to toe in tattoos. I had visions of licking each and every line of the intricate artwork, but Alessandro… a tattoo machine has never touched his beautiful skin and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His muscles more than make up for things to run my tongue along.

  “Are you going to come in or do you plan on staring at my back all day?” The deep timbre of his voice washes over me sending goosebumps scattering over my skin.

  “Just taking in the view,” I say, moving in behind him, tentatively placing my hands on his back while kissing his shoulder.

  “And is it to your liking?”

  “Very much so.” I place another kiss on his opposite shoulder all the while skimming the tips of my fingers down his back and around to his hips.

  Alessandro turns, framing my face between his palms. “If tonight isn’t what you want, tell me and I’ll put a stop to it.”

  “But this is your fantasy, isn’t it? To watch another man fuck me before you both fill my holes?”

  “Christ, Jessika,” Alessandro hisses, leaning his forehead against mine. “It might be my fantasy, baby, but you’re more important to me. Tell me no and it stops. Fantasy be damned.”

  “I-I want to try,” I say, closing my eyes when Alessandro presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

  “Let’s go have a bath, Angel, then I’m going to make sure that the only person you think about while he’s in this tight ass is me.”

  “Are we going to talk more about my family?” I ask.

  “Later.”

  ***

  The doorbell rings and I’m instantly on edge. I’m not sure what to expect from tonight. I mean, I want this. Being double penetrated has always been something I’ve fantasized about, but more than that I want to give Alessandro this. I want to show him that this relationship is more than what it started out as. What better way to do that than to give a part of myself no one else has had to him.

  Deep voices echo from the front door downstairs and then heavy footsteps grow louder the closer they get to the top of the staircase and the door of Alessandro’s bedroom. I swallow hard when the door handle twists and pushes open, wiping my sweaty palms on the sheer black fabric of the new lingerie I bought with Mel. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination but it makes me feel sexy and right now that’s all that matters.

  My breath hitches in my throat when Alessandro walks through the door, followed by a man that belongs on the cover of a surf magazine. His hair is bleach blond, but I’m assuming it’s more from the amount of time he spends outdoors in the sun than from a bottle and falls slightly over his blue sapphire eyes. I have never seen eyes such a dark blue on a person before, but when our eyes lock they blaze and morph into black.

  “This is Kase,” Alessandro whispers against my ear from behind me, his finger trailing down my arms but his eyes never leaving Kase.

  “Hello, Kase,” my voice is a breathless whisper but must have been loud enough for him to hear.

  He closes the distance between us, hands flying to my waist where his thumbs rub small circles against my belly. “Hello, Jessika.” His voice is deep, not as deep as Alessandro’s, but enough to cause a shiver to race down my body.

  Kase flexes his fingers against my hips and then he’s spinning me around to face Alessandro, my back to Kase’s front. His breath whisper-soft against my neck and shoulder, following the trail of his fingers as they slip under the thin spaghetti straps of the lingerie and slide down my arms. The flimsy, black material pooling at my feet.

  Kase’s lips kissing down my spine sends a new round of shivers up my body, and when he reaches my lower body, running his tongue along the dip where my ass meets my lower back, I still for a second before Alessandro’s touch relaxes me again.

  Alessandro tips my chin up and kisses me while Kase continues his exploration of my body from the back. “Part your legs for him, Angel,” Alessandro instructs between kisses, his hands massaging my swollen breasts.

  I widen my stance enough for Kase’s fingers to explore my slit. I moan into Alessandro’s mouth and feel him grin against my lips, his fingers sliding down my belly to join Kase’s on my clit. My hips buck, chasing the friction the two of them are creating. Then Kase slides a finger into my wet heat while his tongue licks up my crack. He nips at my skin before licking me again. Alessandro’s fingers continue their dance on my clit, rubbing, pinching, driving me fucking wild. I can’t take it anymore. I need more.

  I grab at Alessandro’s shirt, pushing it up his hard torso and until he pulls it off when my fingertips can no longer reach high enough, his belt and his jeans are the next to go. I freaking love when he goes commando. Kase’s finger and tongue momentarily leave my body but then they’re back after a shirt lands at my feet in my periphery.

  “Bend over at your knees, Angel, show Kase that pretty ass,” Alessandro groans when my hand wraps around his thick length.

  I do as I’m told. My new position puts my mouth at the perfect level to suck Alessandro’s cock. I grip his base and lick up his length, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth. I moan when Kase parts my ass cheeks and licks around the puckered hole. Alessandro hisses, bucking his hips and thrusting his cock deeper down my throat.

  Soon the pads of Kase’s fingers are replacing his tongue, I still, even as every fiber of my being is on fire from his touch. Alessandro reaches down and pinches my nipples, drawing another moan from deep in my throat, he groans when my throat tightens around his length. Kase slips a finger past the tight ring of muscle in my ass. It hurts and feels weird at first but Alessandro’s touch helps me relax enough to let Kase in further and the pain slowly starts to fade to a delicious burn.

  Alessandro grips the back of my head, pulling me off him. “Enough. When I come it’ll be in that pussy or his ass, but not this mouth of yours,” he says, his thumb running along my bottom lip.

  Alessandro glances over my shoulder, nodding to Kase in a silent communication, and then he’s lying on his back in the middle of the bed, his cock standing proudly at attention. “Get over here and ride me, Angel.”

  With a little nudge from Kase, I move towards Alessandro, the bed dipping under the weight of one knee and then another until I’m crawling over him, positioning myself above the head of his cock. Alessandro grips my hips, and I slide down, taking his entire length inside of me at once. I hear the sound of a foil wrapper tearing in the distance then Kase is behind me again, his lips kissing and nipping up my shoulder and along my neck, his finger slipping between Alessandro and me to find my clit. My head drops back against his shoulder as he rubs my clit while I ride Alessandro.

  A hand wraps around the hair at the nape of my neck, pushing me forward until I’m bent over Alessandro. His lips searching out my own in a kiss. I whimper when cold liquid runs down the crack of my ass to the puckered hole. Then Kase’s face is so close to mine, but it’s not my mouth he’s seeking out. Unbridled lust burns behind his eyes when he locks gazes with Alessandro and pulls him up by the nape of his neck for a kiss.

  I’m so turned on from watching them kiss, my pussy tightens around Alessandro making him groan and buck up harder. Kase bites Alessandro bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and then letting it go. Alessandro’s nostrils flare, his hand snaking around the back of Kase’s head and pulls him down to him in a bruising kiss. That’s when I feel the head of Kase’s cock nudging my back entrance.

  I was beginning to think I was just a spectator in this threesome, but oh boy, was I wrong because then they both turn their hungry gazes to me. Kase wraps his fist in my hair, tugging my head back as he slides deeper. Alessandro’s thumb rub continues circles on my clit and when Kase finally slides all the way home I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full. I mean, it’s not my first time trying anal but it is the first time that I’ve been filled in both holes.

  “He might be fucking you too, Angel,” Alessandro growls in my ear, “but this,” – he thrusts hard- “
this pussy is mine. You hear me? Mine.”

  “Y-Yours,” I pant.

  Kase growls, shoving me forward until my face is buried in Alessandro’s neck. Kase’s hands grip my waist while Alessandro’s grip my hips and then I think dying might be an actual possibility because they both start fucking me harder. Faster. Then the dam breaks and a full body shudder washes over me from my orgasm.

  Then in only a move Hulk would be capable of, Alessandro wraps his arms around both me and Kase and flips us over so that Kase is now the one on his back and I’m riding his cock reverse cowgirl style. Alessandro quickly slides a condom down his thick length and with barely any preparation, slides into Kase. I know the second he does too because Kase’s grip on my waist tightens and he bites down on my shoulder. He licks away the sting when Alessandro is fully seated in his ass.

  Alessandro tugs my head back and devours my mouth while never breaking his rhythm of fucking into Kase’s ass. Kase curses, his cock swelling inside of me before I feel his cum filling the condom. Alessandro’s thrusts falter and then he’s coming with a roar, his nose buried in the crook of my neck.

  “Holy shit,” I pant, collapsing back onto Kase’s chest, not caring that we’re both sweaty. They both laugh, but I’m not so sure I could move right now even if I wanted to. My limps feel like jelly. I wince when Kase slips out of my ass. Both him and Alessandro slip out of the bed to remove and dispose of the condoms before coming back to the bed. Caging me in between their big bodies.

  “We are definitely doing that again,” I breathe against Alessandro’s chest. “Just as soon as I can feel my limps again.”

  Alessandro growls and Kase laughs but I can feel the signs of another hard-on against my ass. I don’t plan on us making a habit of inviting Kase into our bed, but since he’s already here and this was Alessandro’s fantasy, we might as well make the best of the night while we can because once Kase leaves I doubt I’ll be so willing to invite him back. Not that we didn’t have fun, I know I at least did and it sure as hell sounded like Alessandro enjoyed it too, but because tonight has made me realize that I don’t share very well. Sure, it was hot as fuck watching them make out and then hearing Alessandro fuck Kase, but I didn’t like the way my heart seized in my chest and the way the little green monster was too close to rearing its ugly head. I’d be much happier keeping Alessandro to myself.

  “How you doing, Angel?” Alessandro asks, running his fingers up and down my arm while we lay in bed after Kase has just left.

  I bite my lip, wondering just how much I should tell him about my previous thoughts. But if we’re planning on being together then I should probably tell him the truth, right? Ugh, why is this relationship shit so hard. When I was still single, I would’ve chalked it up to a great night. No guilt. No little green monster of jealousy. Alessandro shifts, trying to get a better look at my face but I burrow closer into him, hiding my face in his chest because I’m afraid of the truth he’ll see there.

  “I’m okay,” I say.

  “Jessika,” he growls in warning and I sigh.

  “I had fun tonight. I did…”

  “But?”

  “But… I don’t think I’m okay with sharing you again. I like what we have, Alessandro, I don’t need to add someone else.” I hold my breath in anticipation of his reply.

  “Me too, Angel.”

  I lean up, looking down at him in shock. He cups my face in his palm, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

  “It was fun, and it may have been one of my fantasies but this… laying here with you in my arms. I’d rather have this fantasy.”

  And I melt in a puddle of swoony goo. Damn, this man just gets better and better.

  “So we agree? It’s just you and me from here on out?” I ask.

  “You and me against the world, Angel,” he says pulling me in for a kiss and I roll my eyes. So cheesy, but so mine.

  AFTER OUR THREESOME with Kase, Alessandro and I came back to my place so that I could change and grab an overnight bag, but then one thing led to another like it always does with us and we never did make it back to his house.

  I had my chance to stew yesterday, Alessandro said last night with Kase was his way of putting his past behind him and moving forward in his future with me. But looking down at the man I love while he sleeps soundly beside me, I know that nothing will ever be the same between us. Not while my sister and father are still out there. If I have any chance of keeping whatever this is with Alessandro then I need to act fast.

  If I go through with my plan there’s a good chance I won’t be walking away. If I go through with it, there’s no guarantee that Alessandro will still be mine a week, month, or even a year from now, but that doesn’t make what I have to do any less important. But if I don’t go through with it then there’s a big guarantee that I’ll always be looking over my shoulder, waiting… wondering when my sister will show up to put a bullet through our heads, or if my father will send one of his soldiers. There’s no doubt in my mind that he won’t be the one pulling the trigger himself. My father might be the big, bad boss of the Bratva but he’ll never be caught dead killing his own flesh and blood. No, he’d rather contract it out while he sits in his fancy office.

  With all the skill I’ve mastered over the years, I quietly slip out from under Alessandro’s arm and swipe my duffel bag from its hiding spot under my side of the bed. I gingerly make my way over to the bathroom, avoiding all the areas of the floor that creak and silently pray that the light spilling out from under the bathroom door doesn’t wake him.

  Once I’ve donned my usual uniform of tight black leggings, black tank top, and zip-up hoodie, throwing my hair up in a ballerina bun atop my head I double check the contents left in the black duffel bag. Combat knives, several handguns and silencers, extra ammunition, gloves, and my black combat boots stare up at me. I don’t want to chance waking Alessandro up so I’ll slip on the boots once I’m out in the hall and heading for the elevator.

  I make sure to turn off the bathroom light before I open the door and tiptoes passed a softly snoring Alessandro. I’m almost to the door when a thought occurs to me. Pivoting on my sock covered feet, I pad over to the kitchen and the notepad I usually keep on the island. I jot down a quick note for him, all the while looking over to the bedroom door, straining to hear any movement. Once I’m done, I quickly tack the note to the fridge and haul ass out of the apartment. Once the door quietly closed behind me, I take off for the elevator, slipping my feet in the combat boots while it descends to the underground parking garage.

  Tonight is step one of taking my life back, and if I survive, step two will be exacting revenge on daddy dearest.

  ***

  I find my sister exactly where I figured she would be. Ever since Dante was killed at the hands of Braxton De Luca, Amanda has spent every free minute here when she’s not carrying out father’s orders. I’m quite happy to see the place is already empty. Club goers and staff have all gone home for the night, leaving my dear older sister sitting by herself at the bar. The only things to keep her company, a shot glass and a bottle of tequila, and not the good kind either. Seems like Amanda was already punishing herself with bottom shelf alcohol.

  “Hello, sister,” I greet her the same way she greeted me on the phone that day. Stepping out of the shadows, the cold hard metal of the gun at my back offers the exact amount of reassurance I need to see this night through.

  Amanda laughs. It’s dark, the kind of laugh someone gives when they subconsciously know that this is their end. That there’s no escaping their demons this time.

  “Was wondering when you were going to come for me,” she says after taking a shot.

  “Well, wonder no more.” I lean over the bar to grab another shot glass, keeping her in my periphery the entire time. I pour myself a shot of the tequila, wincing when it burns like a motherfucker, missing the smoothness that comes from a top shelf, higher quality alcohol.

  The shot probably wasn’t the greatest idea, but I figu
re it can’t hurt to share a drink with my sister before I kill her. Plus, the warmth starting to sweep through my body isn’t so bad.

  “Did you ever think we’d end up here? About to fight for our lives… literally,” she asks, nursing another shot, her dark hair falling like a blanket over her shoulder.

  “Honestly? No, I didn’t,” I sigh, turning to look at the glass wall behind the bar. Bottles of all shapes, sizes, and colors decorate the shelf. “I never wanted this, Manda, any of it.” I decide to lay it all out there since it seems like she wants to have a sisterly heart to heart before we get down to business, and it’s the least I can give her.

  “You always were the good one. Perfect little Jessika could do no wrong in father’s eyes. You were his prize, his trophy, his perfect weapon.”

  Okay, not where I thought this was going but I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve known what Amanda thinks me ever since we were teenagers.

  “And yet you never wanted in on the business,” she continues. “All you ever wanted was to live happily ever after with some guy, in a house with a white picket fence.” She sneers at the last part.

  “What’s so wrong with that? I wanted a normal life, Amanda. One where guns and blood and fighting and death isn’t a part of everyday life.”

  “Normal will never exist for us, Jessika. We’re Romanov’s, we don’t get the normal life. Death will always be at our back door. It doesn’t matter how far you run. You can even hide, but it’ll always be there. Always. You may have changed your last name but you will always have Romanov blood running through your veins. Our identity is our curse.”