Depraved

by Pucci, Trilina

  My body is writhing against my torment; another slap and I open my mouth with a decadent scream, letting the belt tumble out.

  I begin to chant, “I belong to you,” against the ragged breaths and grunts Dante is making behind me as he turns my ass red. My hands pull down, making the chains fight back against my desperation to rub my clit as he shows me no mercy.

  I hear a thud, but my mind is on a lag, soaked in desire and wanton need. I’m panting as Dante pulls my hands from the hook and dips his shoulder, hauling my body over his shirtless body.

  I don’t remember him taking it off, but I don’t even feel like I’m in my body. He places me down, my back pushed against a wall with a large wooden X. The sensation against my raw ass sends jolts through my body, and I gasp. Dante’s fingers work quickly, fastening and buckling my wrists and ankles into thick black leather cuffs.

  “Every time you move, that sting on your ass will remind you that you forgot your goddamn place.”

  The last click at my ankle secures me in.

  I’m spread open for his pleasure, my senses heightened, feeling every bit of air that touches all my most intimate places.

  Dante reaches between my legs, pinching my swollen clit. “This is mine.” I cry out, the sounds muffled by his mouth covering mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling with mine as I whimper with every soothing rub he gives.

  His kiss is aggressive and unrelenting, and I love it.

  He pulls back, our eyes locked as he begins a slow and steady pace with his fingers of constant thrusting inside of my pussy. My pelvis pushes into his hand, our breaths creating a rhythm, building as we stare at each other as I’m finger fucked.

  Over and over at the same pace, pushing just hard enough that my body begins grinding so hard that I shudder with each movement.

  I can feel the build begin, but as I do, his fingers pull back, forcing my body to chase him, but I’m held to the wood behind me.

  Sob-like gasps tumble from my throat, but he smirks, his eyes wild, bringing his fingers to his lips and running his tongue over them.

  “Just like fucking honey.”

  I pull toward him again, but he shakes his head. Dante won’t give me what I want until he’s ready. Until I behave. I still my body and wait as he watches, my body screaming at me for relief, but his approval is what I’m seeking.

  Dante steps back and shoves his finger back inside of me, pushing faster, increasing the pace as I suck in air, my head tipping up. The build comes quicker this time, but like the first time, he pulls his fingers out, stepping back again as I let out a desperate scream.

  “Your pussy is so tight. Fuck, you want it so bad. Don’t you?” he teases darkly.

  “Yes,” I moan unabashedly, circling my hips and trying to get closer to his fingers.

  He steps up to me, grabbing my center, the tiny hairs pulling against my skin. “You come when I say. Because who do you belong to, Billy?”

  My head bows as I take in a breath and look up. I’m overwhelmed by the sensations that I’m drowning in as I stare into his eyes.

  “I belong to Dante Sovrano,”

  “Good girl.”

  He keeps me there, bringing me to the edge and then denying me over and over until I feel like I can’t take it anymore, but I know I will. I’ll take it all.

  “Ask for mercy, Billy,” he challenges, stepping back again.

  I shake my head as my body shakes in a constant state of pleasure.

  “Ask for it. Give in,” he whispers, running his tongue over my nipple, closing his mouth around it and sucking.

  He runs a hand up my arm, and my limbs are detached from the cuffs, one by one. My limp body is carried to the bed, my legs draped over his arms. I’m tossed onto white silk sheets, and Dante grabs my ankle and spins me around, yanking me toward the end of the bed. “Come here.”

  Before I can process the whirl, his mouth covers my exceedingly teased center. My back arches off the bed violently as I suck in air, grabbing at the sheets. His tongue flicks my clit as he sucks, pressing his hands against my pussy to spread it wider. He’s devouring me, dining like it’s a five-course meal.

  “This is my pussy,” he breathes onto my clit.

  “Yours. Always yours.” I moan.

  Every growl and hum from his mouth drags me closer to the threshold, and my fingernails dig into the sheets as I pray for him not to stop. My stomach tightens as my insides begin to curl inside itself from the delicious pursuit of my relief.

  But then he’s gone.

  “I belong to you!” I scream, tears leaking from my closed eyes caused by my frustration. I bring my fist down onto the bed over and over. I’m there. Ready to say it. Ready to say, “mercy.”

  Dante’s hand circles the back of my neck, pulling me to sitting. “Wrap,” he growls, and I do, realizing he’s removed his pants. He swings us around and pushes me against the wall, “Now you come, with me inside of you.” His voice drops down to a tender hush. “Because who do you belong to, Sarah?”

  I can barely hold back the emotion of what I feel. I can barely handle the emotions he’s bathing me in. But we’re dripping in it, soaked by our possession, cleansed by our need for one another.

  “I belong to you, Dante,” I whisper, bringing my eyes to his. “Because I love you.”

  His long, thick cock thrusts inside me, hard and unapologetic, pressing to the hilt as he lets out a groan.

  “More,” I beg. “Give me more.”

  Dante presses his hand to the wall, giving himself leverage, and begins to fuck me hard and fast, his other hand holding my waist. He’s pounding into me with so much force it feels like he’s pulling me down onto his dick. Like he’s fucking himself using my body.

  My arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, and we carnally assault each other, climbing toward our climaxes.

  Grunts and desperate breaths are the soundtrack that plays for our carnality as my teeth grit, wanting it harder and faster.

  “Yes. Please. Dante.”

  “You’re so fucking tight and so wet. I could die inside of you.”

  A string of “fuck me’s” litter the air as Dante’s hand slips, and we crush against the wall. His hand smashes against my face, his thumb in my mouth as we come in unison with a roar.

  Dante sits on the couch opposite the bed in our little den of iniquity as I open my eyes from where I was laid to sleep.

  “Hi,” I whisper and yawn.

  “Come here,” he directs, his legs stretched out over the coffee table and crossed at the ankle.

  He’s wearing his slacks again, but no shirt, and it’s a fucking wet dream. I push off the bed, bringing my feet to the floor, walking slowly toward him, still only dressed in my jewelry.

  He holds a hand up to stop me about five feet in front of him. “Sit,” he smirks, motioning to the chair to his right.

  I walk over and take a seat, sitting up straight, ankles crossed, watching him pick up the whiskey from the table. He reaches over the top of the couch, rummaging in his suit jacket to pull out his cigar case and flip it open.

  He extends it to me, and my brow furrows.

  “Light my cigar, Billy.”

  Reaching in, I pull the singular cigar out. I lean forward and take the lighter from the table and strike it, watching the blaze burn bright. Bringing the cigar to my mouth, Dante gives me a tsk-tsk before it touches my lips.

  I look at him bewildered, but he grins.

  “You have to wet it. Roll it around your lips, use your tongue.”

  I do as I’m told, and the sudden tartness makes my eyes grow wide. He gave me the cigar he put inside of me earlier. His smirk is devilish as he swigs his drink. But I double down.

  I run my tongue around the cigar, bringing it between my lips erotically then dragging it out. “Is that wet enough?” I half smile.

  Dante rubs his cock and nods.

  Giving a few puffs, I draw in the flame and watch as the end burns red. I hand it over, letting my f
ingers brush his, and smile. Dante takes it from me and places it in his mouth, giving me a wink.

  “Now spread your legs. I want to watch while you rub that delicious little pussy. I want to see you come as I drink my whiskey and smoke this cigar that tastes like you.”

  I don’t even hesitate, spreading my legs and giving him exactly what he wants.

  “Good girl, Billy.”

  Smoke dances from his lips and up toward the heavens, the same direction my eyes are facing as our hedonism takes over.

  LAUGHTER AND CONVERSATIONS FLOAT IN the air from where we’re seated outside on Dominic’s glassed-in patio for Sunday dinner. My arm’s slung over the back of Sarah’s chair, her ponytail tickling my forearm each time she tips her head back to laugh.

  We’re spread out around the table. Dom is next to Drew to my right and Luca with Gretchen seated across from us. The table is filled with pasta, bread, and wine, and overhead globe lights set the mood, casting shadows and light where needed.

  This is family. And Sarah seems to fit as if she was always meant to be here.

  We didn’t discuss how we’d act before we came. There wasn’t any point to it. I’m not keeping my hands off her, and she doesn’t want me to. But since our Thursday night at Church—and her admission of love—we’ve been holed up at my place, fucking and living in a bubble.

  She loves me.

  That one piece of truth has burned a hole in my chest. We haven’t spoken a word about it, but it’s all I can think about.

  Sarah smiles at me as I lean in and kiss her forehead. My eyes shift back to the group, who just keeps talking as if nothing’s happened.

  The funny thing is, I think my brothers saw this coming because there wasn’t a shocked face in the room as we walked in. Just a lot of knowing grins and nudges shared between them.

  The night is rowdy as my brothers and I toss insults back and forth, drinking too much whiskey and enjoying good food, while the girls seem to suffer us with eye rolls and humor. Sarah’s stuck hearing all of it unlike Gretchen and Drew, who leave occasionally to check on the babies.

  It makes me think about what Sarah would look like carrying my babies.

  “It’s strange to think you three just met.” She laughs, pulling me from my fantasy. “I would’ve thought you grew up together if I hadn’t known.” Sarah smiles as she sips her wine, melting into my touch on the back of her neck.

  She looks beautiful tonight. Then again, I can’t think of a time in which I don’t see her as beautiful. Even when she’s yelling at me…actually, that’s when I think she’s the hottest.

  “Yeah, I guess we’re all pretty much cut from the same cloth. Then again, our uncle’s passing had a way of bringing us closer together,” Dominic says coolly, relaxing back in his chair and exchanging a look with Luca.

  My foot wasn’t the only one on Uncle Giovanni’s chest.

  Sarah’s eyes dart between them, shifting to me. I can see the question. She knows about my part in Gio’s demise, but now she suspects they had something to do with his death, too. This girl’s too criminally wise. I lean down and kiss her temple, whispering. “For another day, Billy.”

  She gives a nod, never dropping her happy expression.

  “And here I thought we were all brought together because I almost died,” Luca complains humorously.

  I hate when he jokes about when he was attacked. It was fucking terrible to find out you have a brother only to hear he probably won’t make it.

  “Come on. You know I hate when you joke about that.”

  “Look at you, just a big softie,” Sarah teases, gently elbowing my hard gut.

  I look around the table and nod. “Only for these jerks…and you.”

  Her eyes stay fixed to mine, and then she inhales deeply, breaking away back to our riveted audience.

  “It’s a long story, but our uncle Giovanni kept us apart. He lied to our father, God rest his soul, and to us. It wasn’t until Gio thought Luca was going to die that he let Dante know about us. But we’ve made up for lost time. There’s no family stronger.” Dom asserts holding up his glass.

  We all do the same, taking sips for good luck.

  “You know, Sarah,” Luca pipes up, placing his glass on the table with a stupid grin on his face. “If we knew that all it would take to get you to family dinner was shooting this asshole, I would’ve hand delivered the gun.”

  My chest shakes with my laughter as Luca perfectly executes a change of subject. I pull Sarah in closer to me and whisper in her ear, “Here it comes.”

  Dom joins me laughing, and Drew smacks his stomach. “Quit it.” She scolds as he gives her a growl, nipping at her ear.

  Gretchen shakes her head at Luca but smiles as she says, “By the looks of you two, that bullet was like some kind of twisted little cupid’s arrow.”

  “You two deserve each other.” I smirk, pointing to her and Luca.

  Gretchen stands, telling Luca she’s going to check on their daughter, Ella, and he brushes a kiss on the top of her hand.

  Grinning over at Sarah, whose cheeks are now blushing from the teasing, I wink. “You want me to make them disappear?”

  She pats my cheek as she giggles. “Maybe if they don’t give me a raise.”

  “Consider it done, gorgeous.” I grin as I lean down and kiss her lips softly.

  Her mouth melts into mine, following my lead, and a cacophony produced by “awws” and hollers bring a grin to my lips as I look up.

  “I swear to God. I can’t introduce you to anyone,” I chuckle half-heartedly in complaint.

  Sarah hides her face in my chest as she laughs. She’s such a badass, but seeing her like this, embarrassed by their easy teasing, makes me want to tell her…

  Tell her that I think I’ve loved her from the minute I danced with her at Luca’s wedding, when she basically told me to fuck off, then followed my lead.

  “Introduce? We knew her first, dick,” Luca calls, grabbing my attention.

  I toss a dinner roll in his direction, hoping to smack his face, but he catches it and takes a bite. “Good looking out.”

  He wags his eyebrows in challenge until his gaze drifts to the door, and I watch his eyes soften. The sound of the French patio door calls the table’s attention, and Gretchen steps through with a freshly cleaned Ella.

  Ella’s wrapped in a towel that has a hood with a penguin on it. She looks ridiculous and adorable.

  “I stole her to say good night to everyone before Rose puts her down for the night.”

  “There’s the little love of my life. Come here.” I smile, holding my arms out for the little monster covered in dark curls and blue eyes. “Get over here and let your favorite uncle hold you.”

  “Favorite? Nah, I win by default. I’m Luca’s twin,” Dom protests, reaching out for Ella only to be ignored.

  I laugh deeply as the little thing tosses her body forward toward my arms. “You need to accept that I’m superior in all ways, little brother.”

  Luca claps and barks out a laugh, enjoying Dom’s torture. Before I came along, Dominic used to love to call himself the big brother because he came first. Tormenting him by calling him little is one of my greatest pleasures.

  Sarah laughs softly, and I look to my side at her as I snuggle the wiggly toddler. “Sorry, Billy, but my heart is taken.”

  Ella’s chubby arms wrap around my neck. Her fingers quickly find their spot tracing all the pictures peeking out above my T-shirt on my neck.

  “Are you trying to make me swoon to death?” Sarah teases, smiling at me.

  “Yeah. Is it working?” I question, wagging my eyebrows before blowing raspberries into Ella’s little neck.

  Deep belly laughs rock Ella’s body, and Sarah laughs again. “Maybe.”

  Her eyes shine with her joy in this moment.

  The conversation is flowing around the table, the others talking about Dom and Drew’s new twins as Sarah and I speak quietly.

  “It’s strange to be here with ev
eryone,” she says, hushed, as she rubs Ella’s back. “I spent so much time keeping people away, trying to stay ahead of my father, that I didn’t realize how much I missed out on.”

  “Well, now you never have to miss out again,” I reassure her as Ella’s little head lies on my shoulder, her fingers still trying to grab at the colorful art on my skin.

  “Sure. Well, until we find where they are…” she replies absentmindedly, playing with Ella’s chubby little fingers.

  My head swings to Sarah’s. “Hold on, are you still planning to leave? Take off when we find them?”

  No fucking way is she saying this to me. After all of this. After the fights, the deals, the fucking…after the I love you.

  She pushes her hair behind her ear, avoiding my eyes as she reaches for a crumb on the table. “No…well, yeah. But I could come back…or… I don’t know, it’s just more complicated now. I feel different, but the circumstance is the same.”

  My voice stays quiet, but I want to demand, yell, shake the shit out of her.

  “It’s not the same. These people consider you family, Sarah.” I look around and back to her. “You’ve had more people in your corner than you knew.”

  Her eyes stay on mine, searching for something. Our fingers touch when I reach to pat Ella’s back gently as she stirs, and I see the sadness behind Sarah’s eyes.

  Sarah’s tongue darts out through the seam of her lips before she speaks. “What do you consider me, Dante?”

  Everything. Tell her, you idiot.

  “You already know that I consider you mine, but don’t ask that of me if you’re planning to leave because I can’t be held responsible for what happens around me if you tear me up.”

  Sarah stares at me, her mouth opening then closing before opening again. “I…”

  “She’s falling asleep,” Gretchen interrupts, smiling down at us, completely unaware of the moment. Sarah exhales, turning to smile at Gretchen, and nods.

  Gretchen smiles down sweetly as Ella reaches up. “Come give Daddy kisses before you pass out, monster.”