Depraved

by Pucci, Trilina

  Oh, my beautifully broken man. He’d try and starve me because I won’t let him feed me.

  I narrow my eyes and shake my head. “Or maybe, I need to remind you who you’re speaking to. You won’t issue threats to me. Unless you want me to shoot back…” I pat his shoulder and nod, sliding my hand down his arm to his hand, our fingers intertwining. “I’m with you. I choose you, Dante. And I’m sorry that I forgot my place, but you forgot it, too.”

  His head bows as he exhales a shaky breath.

  “It will never be under you, because I belong next to you.” He looks at me with regret, and I lock my eyes with his. “Bringing me here, making me come this close to the people who I despise…you will never do that again,” I state resolutely, bringing his hand to my lips and pressing a kiss there. “Punish me in our bedroom, but because you love me, you’ll never do that in our life.”

  I can see how much he hates what he just did, but it’s no more than what I feel for bringing him to this place. We’re both broken in our own fucked-up ways. I want to save him, and he wants to save me, but one of us has to give.

  “Do I love you?” he counters, tilting his head.

  I hate the hard look on his face, like he can’t let himself hope. I’ve never seen Dante scared of anything; he’s unshakeable. But right now, as he looks down at me, it’s the fear in his face that makes me hate myself.

  “I don’t care if it takes you a year to tell me you love me because you’ll show me, every day, Dante.”

  His eyes search mine, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me against him. “Don’t you fucking leave. Ever. I won’t last. This city won’t last…I’ll burn it to the ground.”

  “I want to go home, and I want you to make everything in this room go away. Including the people who were in it,” I admit, not caring about the repercussions.

  “Il piacere è tutto mio.” My pleasure, he breathes, crushing his lips to mine and holding me in one arm as he walks us out of my past and into my future.

  THE PHONE BUZZES ON THE nightstand, and I smack my hand down on top of it. I hit the Answer button quickly as to not wake Sarah, who is asleep on my chest.

  It’s been five days since she asked me to “take care” of her family.

  And five days since she chose me.

  I made her a promise, and I intend to keep it, but planning takes time and that’s the one thing we don’t have. I can feel it. Wheels are in motion and barreling straight for her, but I don’t know what direction it’s coming from. And my fear is that I’ll be there too late to stop her from taking a hit.

  “Hold,” I growl into my cell as I untangle her body from mine and walk quietly out to the living room.

  I look down at my phone and see it’s Antonio calling and bring it to my ear. “Spero che questo ne valga la pena.” This better be good.

  “It is. Good enough for me to call from a burner. Daddy dearest and the piece-of-shit brother were seen having a sit-down with the Irish. Your gut was right. So was hers. They’re trying to make friends. These fucking guys are looking to take her, Dante.”

  “Call our guy. Uccidiamoli. Fateli a pezzi e inviateli agli irlandesi come messaggio. Her family line ends with her.” We kill them. Gut them and send the pieces to the Irish as a message.

  “You need to tell her, Dante. If you ever listen to anything I say, this is it. If you leave her in the dark about what they’re planning, it won’t play out well.”

  I hear him, but I’m still deciding whether or not I’ll listen.

  “The Saints and Sinners party is at Church tonight. Make sure we have extra guys watching there and here at the house. I’ll tell her after—she’s been looking forward to this, I want her to have a good time.”

  “I’ll call when it’s done,” he adds.

  “Make them hurt, Antonio.”

  “I’m looking forward to it.”

  I kill the line and turn around to see Sarah’s nude silhouette posed against the doorframe, the jewels catching the moonlight as it shines in through the glass wall in the living room.

  “Did I wake you?” I smirk, taking slow strides toward her.

  “No, but do you want to keep me awake?” She teases, following the curve of her body up and over her hip.

  A growl pulls from my throat as I come to stand in front of her and grip the wood frame. “Billy, I’m looking forward to wearing you the fuck out.”

  “Me first.”

  Sarah drops to her damn knees, tugging my pajama pants with her, my cock springing out and hitting my stomach. Her hand covers the veined flesh and pulls it toward her warm mouth, and I hear her moan as she closes her lips around my cock.

  “Fuck.” I hiss as she pushes forward until I almost feel her throat. “Swallow me back.” I groan, digging my fingers into the doorframe harder.

  Her head begins to bob in unison with the figure-eight motion her hand is doing, and it’s fucking white-hot bliss. My chin tips up to the ceiling as I push my hips forward, feeling her cheeks suck in around my cock each time she lowers and pulls back.

  “That’s good. Take it all.”

  Sarah pulls my cock into her mouth deeper and deeper each time, leaving spit pooling over her hand and onto my dick as she strokes me.

  “Goddamn, you give good head,” I groan, grinding into her face.

  My balls pull up as I feel my climax building, making me want more from her. I reach my hand down, fingers weaving through her hair, and grip hard to hold her in place as I begin to push faster into her mouth.

  The sensation tickles at the bottom of my stomach as it builds more and more with each stroke inside her hot fucking mouth.

  “Fuck yes,” I growl, thrusting harder and faster.

  Her eyes pool with tears, but she takes me, all of me, right to the back of her throat. Seeing her like this, me fucking her mouth as she kneels in front of me, takes me over the edge.

  A gentleman would ask. But that’s not something I’ve ever been accused of. Instead, I let go, and it hits me like a Mack truck. I grit out a pained growl as I release into her mouth. Warm cum explodes down her throat as I watch her body undulate from her knees.

  She swallows every last drop. And my dirty girl loves every damn minute. I pull back, letting her hair go, my breathing ragged, but she leans in and runs her tongue over my spent cock.

  My body jumps, sensitive to the touch, but calms as she does it again, cleaning the glistening cum still on the tip of me.

  “Good girl. Lick up every drop, and then I’ll reward you,” I say, breathless.

  Sarah lifts my still-hard cock and slides her tongue under the base of my balls, running it all the way up my cock until she gets to the head. Her mouth closes over the tip and gives a small suck, pulling a groan from my throat, before she lets me glide slowly from between her plump lips.

  She sits back on her heels, her hair falling over her shoulder, and looks up at me.

  I’m struck by her beauty and completely halted by how I feel about her.

  Sarah’s so strong and independent, and yet, she chooses to be mine. She’s given me such a gift. One I can never repay.

  “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I say reverently. “Because you choose to sit at my feet when you know that I would be the very ground you walked on if you asked.”

  “I love you, Dante,” she answers even though I didn’t ask a question.

  Her voice is so sincere and raw that before I can think, I’m kneeling down in front of her, making us equal. Because we are, even when she’s on her knees. This woman has taken hold of me, and I’ll be damned if I ever allow her to let go.

  My hands cradle her face as I speak, our lips almost touching as I press my forehead to hers.

  “Love isn’t enough. It’s not a big enough or a strong enough word. Love is something that people can stop feeling. But what I feel for you, Sarah…it’s more. Whatever I’ve fallen into isn’t something I can fall out of. You’re inside me. In my veins.” I grab her trembling hands and bring
them both to my chest. “It beats for you. Only you. So, if I have to settle for the word love, then I’ll say it a hundred times a day, so it will measure at least half of what I feel.”

  She scrambles onto my lap and wraps her arms around my neck, molding our mouths together, causing us to tumble backward.

  “I love you,” I mumble between kisses as she answers back.

  Rolling on top of her, I spread her legs, using my knees to push in between. I kiss her lips one last time and travel downward, slowly dusting kisses and “I love you’s” against her soft skin until it’s not my words I hear anymore, but instead, her pleasured screams.

  “That’s not what you’re wearing,” I bark from the living room.

  Luca chuckles as the girls walk out of my bedroom all wearing slinky “barely there” dresses. But Sarah is pushing the envelope the most in a silk, black stringy number that doesn’t hide a goddamn thing.

  “Thank you,” she says, pleased with herself, turning in a circle as Gretchen and Drew laugh.

  I stand from the couch, crossing my arms. “You didn’t hear me. You’re not wearing that.”

  Sarah saunters toward me grinning and not at all intimidated.

  “See, what I hear you saying is, ‘Damn, you look hot.’ And I really like that version.”

  Her hands brush the lapels of my tux, and I stare down at her, trying for an angry glare, but when she winks up at me, I can’t stop the side of my mouth tugging up into a grin.

  “People are gonna die tonight, Billy. And it’ll be your fault.”

  Her shoulders shake with humor as I grab her waist, smacking her ass before I bend down and kiss her.

  “Get a room,” Dom yells, and I flip him the bird.

  “Go get your coat and whatever dumb sparkly thing you’re gonna put your lipstick and nothing else in,” I direct as she laughs and walks to get her purse and coat.

  Everyone grabs jackets and the essentials before we walk to the elevator. The doors open immediately, and we file in, laughing and chatting, riding down to head to the cars I’ve arranged to wait in the garage. I laugh to myself, taking in the group from the mirror of the elevator.

  It’s fucking domestic. Doesn’t matter that we might be the three most dangerous men in Chicago; right now, we’re husbands and boyfriends. My face darkens at the thought.

  I lean down to Sarah’s ear as we exit the elevator. “I don’t want to be your boyfriend.”

  She coughs, “Excuse me?” as I catch her completely off guard. We round the corner of the hall and walk out toward the garage.

  I shake my head, pushing the door open for her. “Not like that. The word…it sounds so…”

  “Inadequate?” she supplies as I help her up into our SUV and climb in after her.

  “Yeah…” I smirk, biting my bottom lip.

  Sarah reaches out and pulls my lip from my teeth. “What would you prefer I call you?”

  I take a deep breath and let it out, staring at her. A million words come to mind, but the only one that sticks is the one I won’t say. Not yet.

  Changing the subject, I peer down at her dress as the car comes to life and rolls forward.

  “You do look beautiful, Billy. But I can’t decide if you’re a saint or a sinner.”

  Sarah crosses her legs, letting her top leg fall from the slit in her dress.

  “Oh, I’m a saint—it’s you who’s a sinner, and I’m really looking forward to all your bad ideas tonight, Mr. Sovrano.”

  My hand brushes over her leg, pushing my fingers between her thighs to hold it possessively.

  “Careful, Billy. I’m searching for a reason to tear that dress off your body.”

  She wags her eyebrows as we pull out of the garage. With the other cars in front and behind, we head toward Church.

  The entire drive is spent with me pawing at her and trying to get her naked before we get there, but I lose the battle. The girl needs to make an entrance, and I’ll give her anything she desires, so long as I get what I want later.

  Dom’s car is already stopped in front of the entrance, and I see him get out and help Drew from the car. The moment our car stops, I do the same with Sarah, and Luca and Gretchen join us moments later.

  The door to Church is opened as we walk up. I place my hand on the inside of Sarah’s coat, pulling her close to keep her warm as we walk up the steps. Dom looks back to me from the top of the stairs, saying something offhand, but I don’t hear his words because it’s the expression on his face that has me looking over my shoulder.

  “Cosa?” What? I question, shifting back to him after seeing nothing behind me.

  He shakes his head, his eyes still scanning the empty sidewalk. “Nothing. I thought I recognized someone.”

  He turns back and walks inside, but I look over my shoulder again, taking in the empty street, letting my eyes focus on the shadows. Sarah gives my waist a tiny tug, and I walk forward, turning away and focusing back to the inside of Church.

  The doors close behind us, and we’re instantly transported into New Orleans. Purples and golds line the walls, with accents of green spread around the room. Vibrant music takes over my senses as I’m given beads by a topless blonde.

  My brows raise at Sarah. “You thought of everything.”

  My grin grows as I pull the top of her dress open and peer inside, giving a whistle of approval. She laughs as I wink, letting go of the fabric and putting the multicolored necklaces over her head.

  “I had to see the goods to give the beads,” I tease.

  My hand finds its way to the back of her neck as we walk through the entry and toward the main room. Two shirtless men in devil masks approach us, and Luca laughs. “Jesus Christ.”

  “Those would be devils,” I answer sarcastically. “I’m sure it’s hard for you to tell the difference anymore.”

  The three of us stop and look at each other as the costumed guys greet us.

  “What the fuck are we going to have to do to get beads from them?” Dom chimes in, making me and Luca laugh loudly.

  We’re handed our anonymity for the night in the form of masks from the devils—animal masks for the men and beautiful lace eye masks for the women. Sarah takes her slender piece of black lace and holds it out for me to tie around her head.

  I bring the fabric to a close behind her head and tie it in a bow. “All good?”

  Bending down, I press a kiss against her neck over her collar.

  All fucking mine.

  “Yes, thank you,” she says, turning around smiling, her blue eyes even bluer now that they’re highlighted by the black on her face.

  “Who are you? I don’t even recognize you,” I tease.

  I take my own mask, holding it up to look at it. A half-faced silver wolf looks back at me. Placing it over my face, I pull the tie over my head and adjust it to my face. Angling to Sarah, I growl down toward her.

  She laughs and pats my chest. “I picked that one out specifically for you.”

  I’m gonna hunt you down later, Billy.

  I smirk as she turns around and answers something Drew asks her as we make our way to the table that’s been reserved for us.

  As we walk forward, I grab Dominic’s arm and hold him back, taking a moment before I relax. “What was that earlier? Something I need to worry about?”

  He shakes me off, smiling. “No. I’m sure it was nothing. Let’s have a good time. It’s a party.”

  It’s a party…so I throw away my questions and worries as he throws an arm around my shoulder and waves the waiter over.

  “Let’s drink,” he bellows, and the room cheers back.

  Champagne is delivered to our table, and we all take glasses, lifting our arms in a toast. I wrap my other one around Sarah’s waist and tug her in close as glasses clink, and we sip the Dom Perignon. Her face lifts to mine as our eyes lock, and I can’t let another moment pass before I say what I wanted to before.

  But first I want to kiss her.

  My hand splays across her back,
sealing her against me as my lips melt into hers. I break our kiss, watching as her eyelashes flutter before she focuses on me.

  “Earlier…when you asked me what I wanted to be called….” I say, locking our eyes as my chest rises quicker. “Husband. That’s what I want.”

  A shot rings out, screams erupting from every corner, as people scatter from the room. I blink seeing the glass Sarah was holding falling to the ground, her face ashen and blanched by fear. Everything is in slow motion as I reach for my gun, swinging it to where the sound came from as I shove myself in front of Sarah and rip the mask off my face.

  A man in a full-faced venetian mask stands in front of my gun with guards at his side. He places his Glock behind his back and takes a step closer toward me. Beady eyes dart behind the holes in his mask to where Sarah is protected behind me and back to my face.

  Lifting the mask from his mouth, his words land like a bomb.

  “Get your dirty wop hands off my fucking wife.”

  WIFE? WHAT THE HELL DID he just say?

  My head swivels to see Dom and Luca standing with Drew and Gretchen, but the room is otherwise empty, filled only with tension that’s heightened by silence. The man across from Dante slowly removes the all-white venetian mask from his face, and my will for survival snaps in two.

  “Declan,” I breathe out.

  I don’t feel myself moving or fighting, but I’m doing both. I’m screaming and digging into the ground as I lunge for him again and again, over and around Dante, heaving in gulps of breath each time I empty my lungs with my ferocity.

  Dante’s arm hooks around my waist and drags me backward, lifting me off the ground as I scream and swing my arms out, hoping to get a piece of Declan.

  “I killed you. I killed you.”

  Declan laughs, jumping back and holding up his hands, as I shriek and claw at Dante, trying to get free. My feet touch the ground, and I hear Dante telling me to calm down, but my eyes scan the room for a weapon. My hands dart to the gun in his hand, but he grabs my wrists.

  “Billy, look at me,” Dante pushes, but I refuse, craning my neck past him to shoot daggers at Declan.