Sing To Me (A Dark Renzetti Series Book 1)

by V Domino

  He kisses me like my taste is what he lives for. I can taste my arousal and it gives his already heady taste an erotic spike to it. I want more, so much more. He pulls back enough to tell me to roll over onto my stomach. When I do, he pulls me up by my hips so my ass is out for him. It’s a vulnerable position for me, but I trust him.

  “I’m not done yet, bella. I need more of your delectable cunt and then I’m going to spill my cum all over this ass,” he says while rubbing my cheeks. Then he pushes my shoulders down to the mattress and lightly smacks my ass, which causes me to moan and reach between my legs to rub my sensitive clit.

  “You like a little pain with your pleasure, huh?”

  “I don’t know, mio bello. Show me what you like,” I tell him as seductively as I can in this position.

  “I love it when you remind me that this”—he smacks my ass, causing me to moan again—“is all mine and has never been touched.”

  “It’s all yours. I’m all yours, Gavriel.” There, I fucking said it. I laid it out there for him to take or not.

  “Yes, you are, baby.” Then his lips are on my weeping pussy again, but he takes advantage of the position, giving my tight ass some attention by rubbing around the ring and lightly pushing on it while his tongue penetrates my pussy. I can see him opening his pants and freeing himself from the tight confines. He’s cut, perfect, and large. Dicks are not something I've ever found to be particularly sexy, but his is mouthwatering.

  He strokes himself hard and fast, bringing me closer to my next orgasm.

  I wonder if his dick will fit in me. Will it even be pleasurable?

  “Oh, baby, it’ll fit. Your pussy and ass were made for me. I'll make you feel good.” I guess I said that out loud.

  With my fingers and him sucking my ass and pussy I’m yelling out as my orgasm rocks through me, “I’m cuming, Gavi, oh fuck.” He shifts and I see him pumping himself. He follows me over the edge by spurting his hot seed between my cheeks and down my pussy. When it runs to my fingers, I slide one finger in my opening and back out quickly. He watches me and rubs his cum on me. Marking me.

  Even without actually having sex, I’m languid and boneless. The tension from my body is gone as I flop to my side with a sigh.

  Gavriel kisses me softly and says, “I don’t ever want you to leave my side, bella.”

  Looking at him and seeing nothing but respect—dare I say, love—shining through, I can’t help but promise him, “I won’t, Gavriel. I’m yours.”

  I don't give promises out like candy, but I feel like Gavriel is my home. Like my dark past had me searching for a family and this was the home I found.

  I'm keeping him.

  His smile is so sweet it’s almost sheepish, but he turns and grabs the shirt he was going to loan me and uses it to wipe my skin. Once he’s done, he takes off his pants and briefs and walks completely naked to his closet. Damn, daddy's got booty! I quickly say a thank you to the muscle gods because I would cry if this man had some skinny legs. His calves are toned to perfection just like his thighs. Before passing through the closet threshold he looks over his shoulder and gives me one of his knowing smirks.

  Fucking tease.

  Coming back out of the closet wearing briefs, he tosses a red soft button-up shirt on the bed and says, “Come, I'll get the shower set for you.”

  "Aren’t you going with Marco back to the club?” I ask as I follow him to the bathroom. It's amazing here. Like his room the colors are black and different ranges of red. The black tiles in the huge walk-in shower sparkle like they have flecks of pearl in them. There are also red splashes of tiles throughout. My attention is on the deep Jacuzzi style tub under bay windows, which overlooks a beautiful water fountain in the yard. When he’s done setting the water's temperature, he turns around and notices I'm still naked; he makes a sexy sound in the back of his throat and pulls me to his chest. I feel him everywhere and I mean everywhere. His semi hard bad boy is pushing against my lower stomach, hitting a spot that makes my muscles clench.

  Is there a more perfect place to be than here in his arms? I bet my tits there's not.

  “Yes, I’ll be back as soon as I make sure those stronzi del cazzos never lay a hand on you, or anyone else for that matter, ever again.” He lays a searing kiss to my lips that has me pulling on his hair, trying to get more. He pulls back too soon, though. “Take a shower, tesoro, and get some sleep. I’ll be back soon.”

  Smacking me on the ass, I step into the shower and blow a kiss to him before I close the frosted doors. I see him stand there for a moment watching me, but then he turns and leaves. I let out a breath and lean against the wall. It’s not that I’m scared of him or the situation. Opposite actually. I’m happy.

  Unfiltered happiness flows through me and yeah, I guess a bit of fear too. Fear that this is too good to be true, that I’m going to suddenly open my eyes and be back in my twin-sized bed in my rented room at Carla's place or worse, I wake up in Texas.

  What if Gavriel turns out to be a horrible person?

  No.

  He may be a criminal, killer for the mafia, but he looks at me like I'm the calm to his storm.

  His father passed more than looks down to his sons. The kindness that shines through those dark eyes when he looks at me is the same as his father’s when he looks at his wife. It’s respect and admiration.

  It’s been a long day filled with information that has left me questioning more, but at the same time it left me feeling more complete than I have in my entire life. I know I need to learn more before I go and let my heart and hopes get too swollen, but I’m too deep to rein it in now.

  Fuck it. I’m going to let the current take me and I’ll deal with the pain—if any—later.

  Shaking myself out of those thoughts, I finish my shower and shut the water off.

  Right now, I need some sleep.

  Marco and I make it back to Temptation and head down to the basement. When we bought this building, I had my men create a lower level beneath the one shown on blueprints, effectively making a soundproofed cell. Letting Marco close the steel door and punch in the code to have it locked, I let the smell of fear invade my senses as my darkness rises to the surface. This is where I thrive, on the cries and pleas of my enemies.

  My darkness bubbles up to the surface.

  The demon I bury during the day comes out seeking its next prey, showing everyone why I am known as Gavriel the Cruel.

  My neck and back are coiled with tension, hungry for blood and death. These pieces of shit tried to hurt my girl and take her from me. Tonight, they will reap what they've sown as I open them up searching for answers. I take a few steps deeper into the dank cell and see my men along the walls, heads nodding in respect as I pass them by.

  "Evening, men," I say to them and revel in the whimpers coming from the cowards chained to the ceiling by the very hands that touched what's mine.

  "Boss," they all reply in unison. These men have seen me do many dark things. They're ready for cleanup, but they know not to step in unless I or my brother ask them to. Marco slowly circles the two naked and bloodied men like a caged tiger, looking for the perfect spot to sink his jaws into. They touched his woman too, after all.

  Marco kicks the legs of the one who tried to take Carla. "You two fucks touched the wrong women tonight." Their fear is palpable. The air smells of it and the urine stench tells us just how weak they are. Men like this think they're bad motherfuckers when they can overpower a woman, but they're just weak-kneed bitches when it comes to fighting a real man.

  I'll take great pleasure in their suffering.

  Their cries and ashy pallor fail to move me from the joy rushing through me.

  "Who sent you here, to my club? Who sent you two pezzo di merda to take our girls?" I ask as I slowly slide out my black double edge blade from the leather holster around my chest. The motherfucker who had Carla cries out when Marco grabs him by the ear and slices it off.

  Dangling the cut skin in front of his frie
nd's face, he says, "I'd answer him now, if you want to save yourself all this torture."

  The moron asks in a despicably weak voice, "You'll let me go if I tell you?"

  Just for that stupid fucking question I swing my arm in rapid succession, leaving three slightly deep cuts zig-zagging across his stomach.

  His screams are like a sweet serenade to my ears. Watching his disgusting blood flow takes me back to my first kill. The man I killed to get my button. My father took me down to the basement below his office, a place I didn't know existed until that moment. The Caporegimes and the underboss were all present. "This man is a betrayer. He helped set fire to the Romano mansion that killed your uncle. He's been in hiding all these years. He has broken his oaths and is no longer a man of honor. Rid the world of him, Gavriel Renzetti, and you'll become a made man," my father told me while I looked at the weak man sitting on the floor with his hands tied to the pole behind him. His mouth was bleeding profusely and in my young eighteen-year-old mind I thought he was already dead.

  "He's dead, boss," I said, looking around at my father and his men.

  "No, he's not, nipote. I took his tongue out when he decided it was okay to speak ill of the boss," my uncle said as my father handed me this same knife that night and I killed the first of many men with it since.

  "I have a doctor here who can keep you alive for as long as I want. If you waste my time, I'll make your suffering last. Each day, I'll take skin from you and have the doctor sew you back up then give you the necessary amount of blood and nutrition to keep you alive so that you can suffer more." I smile at him while he shakes profoundly. I'm surprised his arms haven't dislocated yet.

  The man missing his ear speaks up just as Marco places his blade to his other ear. "No! It was a job we got on the dark web. I swear!" He begins to sob like the fucking weak asshole he is.

  "It's true," his friend says. "We saw a post of the Manhattan Singer with the title 'catch her and receive one million dollars.' We negotiated and got paid half last night. The guy or girl said they'd pay us the rest once we sent a video proving we had the Singer. That's it, man, that's all we know. Please, no more." His chin shakes, but he holds back his meaningless tears.

  "What do you mean 'guy or girl'?" I ask him.

  Thinking he's safe from more harm, the figlio di puttana son of a bitch scoffs a little, "It's the dark web, man. You never know who you're working for. Could be the mayor, could be your fucking mother."

  I grab his jaw and look at the nearest guard. "Get me a rag."

  "Yes, boss," he says while the foolish bastard struggles against me.

  "You dare speak of my mother? You worthless fucking prick. You're so low on the totem pole that you shouldn't be able to speak at all." I grab the rag offered to me and nod to the guard. He grabs both of the fucker's ears and twists, causing him to open his mouth on a scream. Marco has the other man's head facing me as I hold open his friend's jaw and reach in with the rag to pull out his tongue. With a quick swipe, I cut it off and drop the offending piece of trash.

  His screams saturate the walls as well as the joyous laughter coming from Marco and me. I'll never have enough of their screams to elevate my need for death. Anyone who brings any harm to my woman will meet a worse fate than the last.

  I let this motherfucker bleed while I turn to his friend who has vomit dripping off his chin. Looking at him with disgust, I demand more answers. "Is there a way to get in contact with the buyer?"

  He sputters and coughs, trying to answer. I'm losing patience. I want to get this done so I can go home and feast on my woman's delectable pussy.

  "On my laptop. It's in our room at a motel in south Manhattan. The key was in my pants pocket. The buyer's web name is Schemer71." He rattles off an address and room number that Marco typed in a text to me.

  I look at Marco and say, "He's all yours, brother."

  I grab a bottle of water and a clean towel that another guard hands me and clean my hands, knife, and face. "Call Tommy and have him go to the address. Tell him I need the laptop and all other personal effects in the room and meet up with Nico as soon as he's done." Nico is our youngest brother. He is the best sicario in the famiglia. He's a hired hitman that is feared just as much as any one of the Renzetti family members and has earned the nickname Nico the Cold because of his stoic and almost sociopathic demeanor.

  But he also has a very good knack for technology and is the best hacker in New York.

  I don't wait for a reply. I know my demands will be followed. Instead I pick up my phone and text Nico to let him know that his tech skills will be needed today.

  Time to find this motherfucker and stop him from breathing the same air as my principessa.

  Rolling over in bed the next morning, I stretch but freeze when a hand glides over my bare stomach. Snapping my eyes open, I realize I’m not home in my twin-sized bed. The lack of a lumpy pillow should have been my first clue that last night wasn’t a dream. I look over at Gavriel, but he seems to be sleeping still. He must have come home really late if I didn’t wake to him. Hmm, I usually sleep very light, but maybe the events of last night just wore me out. Thinking of last night has me rubbing my thighs together, but I have to put a cap on it for now. We’re in his parents’ home and I don’t know if they’re in the next room over.

  God, that would be so embarrassing if they heard my moans.

  Just imagining that has me blushing.

  Shaking those thoughts off, I focus on Gavriel’s face.

  His nose is straight, but it looks like it’s been broken once before. He has a scar I never noticed. It starts at his right sideburn and goes down toward his chin. I wonder how he got that. His dark hair is sleep mused, looking extremely sexy, but up close I can see that the tips are lighter. I’m sure that in the sunlight they’d look burnt brown instead of the dark strands I normally see at night. I’ve never seen him during the daylight hours. Usually it’s after sundown that we come across one another. I wonder what other differences I’ll notice.

  His mother’s eyes are a stunning green, not light nor dark, but Gavriel gets his dark eyes from his father. Maybe like his hair, there’ll be differences in the daylight.

  Either way, his eyes are one of my favorite attributes on him, they speak loudly and more clearly than his words. They promise me pleasure and safety, but to others they promise pain and suffering.

  I run my eyes down his form to his chest where his tattoo is. I can see he shaves his chest hair, which is bonus points for me because I honestly cannot stand body hair. I run my fingers over his arm up to his jaw and stroke his light stubble and lightly touch his scar. When I lean in to lay a kiss to his lips, he gives me a deep rumble.

  “Good morning, bello,” I say as I kiss him a second and third time as he slowly wakes up.

  Kissing me back and pulling me in so that I’m lying halfway on him as he rolls onto his back, he says, “Buongiorno, angelo mio.” Good morning, my angel.

  God, when he speaks Italian, I swear my pussy throbs. I lay my head on his chest and he rubs my back. It’s perfect and it feels so fucking right. It's all-consuming and I don’t want it to ever end. I’ve never been a sap. I’ve always scoffed at romance and love. I mean, I’m not an unfeeling human, I do have feelings, but I figured love wasn’t going to find me and I was okay with that too.

  But right here, right now, and anytime I’m near Gavriel, I feel like it’s a possibility.

  More than, actually.

  I want to show him how much he's affected me, how much I want him. I want to be the woman he wakes up to every day and I want to lie with him every night. I want to be the one who calls him mine and I want everyone to know just how much I care for him. I want to be the one he shares his secrets with, the one woman he can truly count on to listen and understand him, because I can. I see the wickedness within him, that living characteristic that dwells in his heart. I see it because I have it too. I can be his backup and I can be his comforter. I can be the one he relies on when everyone
else lets him down.

  With that thought, I turn a little and lick his nipple and bite him. I don't really know how to do what I'm planning to do, but his groan tells me I'm doing something right. I get up on my knees and continue licking and kissing his chest, going lower. He picks his head up, causing his washboard abs to flex under my tongue.

  "You're so sexy down there, baby girl." His voice is deep with sleep and it has me squeezing my inner thighs together.

  I get to the elastic band of briefs and bite the V there. Fucking hell. I don't know how to give head, but there's no way in hell I'm not going to try. I rub his hard shaft through the cotton material with one hand while I climb in between his knees. His heavy breathing is spurring me on. Once I'm situated, I sit back on my calves and free him from his boxers. He lifts his hips a little so I can pull them farther. Once his cock is free and ready, I wrap my hand around him and listen to him as he hisses while he drops his head back against the pillows.

  "Oh, fuck, bella. Your hand feels so good."

  "I don’t know what to do, Gavriel. Will you show me how you like it?" I blush because, fuck I don't know how to work a stick.

  Don't ask, you don't learn, right? Right.

  "You're killing me, Sia, you're fucking perfect." He wraps his hand around mine and squeezes while pumping a few times then removes his hand and lets me do it.

  I mean, it's not that difficult to give a hand job, but his size is a bit intimidating. My fingers don't quite touch and when I let it go it rests just under his navel. I see a bead of precum on his slit, so acting on instinct, I lean forward and lick it. His salty and intoxicating taste has me pushing the tip of my tongue into the slit to get more.

  His hips buck up with a deep rumble from his chest, like he's barely holding himself back from grabbing my head and slamming into me.