by Penelope Sky
Bosco stepped away from The Butcher and walked to the edge of the ring, raising both arms in the air in victory. He was covered in blood and sweat, but he looked more kingly than ever before.
The crowd went wild.
Bosco moved to each other side of the ring and did the same thing, getting all the men riled up and louder. He kept throwing his arms in the air, getting them to scream at the highest level.
The Butcher had given up. He lay there, unable to walk and barely able to move.
“What do you mean?” I asked Ronan about his comment.
“He used The Butcher’s arrogance against him, made him think he had the upper hand. In reality, he never did. He was waiting for the perfect moment to pull that stunt. The comment about our mom didn’t make him angry—he just let The Butcher think that. And when he dropped his guard…that’s when Bosco came to life.”
Bosco walked back to The Butcher and stared down at him, standing strong and proud as the unquestionable victor.
The Butcher managed to flip over so he could look at the man who had defeated him. His arrogance was gone, and now all that was left was a crippled man. He stared at Bosco, breathing deep and hard. “Mercy.”
Bosco stared down at him without blinking.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“He’s surrendering and asking for a quick death.”
“Does Bosco have to comply?”
“No, but he will.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “It’ll prove to everyone he has absolute power, but he’s also fair.”
Bosco raised his hand and motioned for one of his men to approach the ring, a pistol in his hand.
“Look away,” Ronan said. “You don’t want to see this.”
I closed my eyes and looked down, waiting for the gunshot to announce it was finally over. “Where’s he gonna shot him?”
“Right between the eyes.”
I was glad Ronan told me not to look.
The sound of the crowd grew louder. The tension rose as everyone waited for The Butcher to meet his end. With my eyes closed, I could feel all the energy in the room, feel Bosco’s power even fifty feet away.
Then I heard the gunshot.
The Brawl was finally over—and Bosco was the winner.
Bosco wiped down with the towel his men gave him, getting the sweat and blood off his body. He wiped his face clean, only a few spots of blood coming out of his nose. His eye was already turning black because he’d been hit so hard in the face.
The Butcher had been taken away and placed in a body bag. Who knew where the corpse would end up.
I wanted to rush down the stairs and into Bosco’s arms, but Ronan kept me on the platform.
“Wait for him to come to us.” He held on to my wrist for a second before he let go.
Bosco spoke to a few men before he finally made his way up the stairs. After winning such an intense fight, he seemed perfectly casual like nothing had happened. The men in the crowd were paying their loses and pocketing their wins before they filed out of the room.
I should let Ronan greet his brother first, but I was too anxious to be considerate. The second he was on the platform, I moved into his chest and touched his searing skin, feeling his strong heartbeat and muscled frame. I held on to him and kept my face against his body, immediately sobbing once I finally had him back. The fear of losing him had nearly driven me insane, and knowing it was really over made me so emotional, I didn’t know how to cope. “I’m so glad you’re okay…” My tears stuck to his skin and slid down his stomach. “God, I was so scared.”
His hand moved into my hair, and he rested his chin on my head. “I know, Beautiful. But here I am—in one piece.” He kissed my forehead and squeezed me against his chest, giving me the comfort I craved. “I keep my promises.”
I pulled away so I could look at him. “What the hell were you thinking?” I knew I sounded like a nagging wife, but I didn’t care. “He could have…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
His eyes narrowed on my face, watching me fall apart even though he was perfectly okay. “I won’t apologize. It was worth it to see you put all your cards on the table.” He cupped my cheek and kissed me before he turned to his brother.
What did that mean?
Ronan gave him a disappointed look and shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy.”
Bosco shrugged. “So you shouldn’t be surprised, then.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t be. But I am.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s not do that again. You’ve made your point to The Butcher and every member of the casino. They’ll be telling this story for a long time.”
“Good. It’s a great story.”
“Are you alright? Need to see a doctor?”
Bosco didn’t bother answering his question before he turned back to me. “Let’s go home, Beautiful.” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close so he could speak into my ear. “I want you on your belly, my fingers gripping your neck, and my cock deep inside you.” He brushed his lips against my cheek before he grabbed his clothes from the chair. He put each piece on, securing the buttons of his shirt before he put on his tie. His jacket came last, and despite the black eye on his face, he looked as good as new.
He took my hand and guided me down the stairs. His men already respected him, but now he parted the crowd with his presence, like a god who was unanimously praised by all his subjects. He even had a subtle glow, like the world was at his fingertips and he had the power to guide us and destroy us at the same time.
When we entered his penthouse, he was still in the same aggressive mood. He tossed his jacket on the floor then yanked off his tie. “There’s lingerie in your closet. Pick one and lie on the bed, stomach flat and knees together.” He ordered me around like I was a whore rather than a woman.
“Aren’t we going to talk about this—”
He flashed me a look that made the words die in my mouth. “Tomorrow. Tonight, I fought for you and won. I want to enjoy my victory by fucking you senseless.” He moved to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. “Now, do as I say.” He turned his back to me and took a drink, his open shirt loose around his body.
I knew there was still a jolt of adrenaline in his body because of the battle he just fought. Testosterone was pounding in his blood, his masculine nature taking over every other aspect. He’d returned to the man I’d originally met, the dangerous man who called off those men in the alleyway. He was cold, aggressive, and controlling.
This was the second time he’d saved me, and this time, he got his hands dirty. He punished the man for terrorizing me, for stalking me outside my shop with the intention of raping me and killing me. Instead of sending his dogs to take care of it, he did it himself. I was his woman, so he fought like he was my man.
That was why I didn’t talk back. That was why I obeyed. I walked into the bedroom and found the lingerie in the closet. I’d noticed it before but hadn’t tried anything on. I picked a black bodysuit with a crotch that unfastened. Black and lacy, it was sexy and graceful at the same time. I noticed the tag along the seam.
Barsetti Lingerie.
I doubted that was a coincidence.
I fixed my hair and makeup in the bathroom. I’d cried so hard when Bosco stepped into that ring. I was terrified I would never get him back, that he would lose his life defending me. My heart broke in two, and seeing every hit he took made me feel worse. My mascara had been destroyed, and my foundation had run off with my tears. I reapplied everything, setting my face back to normal and hiding the puffiness around my eyes.
I put on the black ensemble then followed his directions. I lay on the bed, my stomach against the sheets with my knees together. I turned down the lights to accompany his dark mood and waited.
His bare feet sounded a moment later. He took his time as he stepped inside, knowing I would wait as long as he wanted me to.
I kept my eyes on the headboard, waiting for him to tak
e me.
His knees hit the mattress, and he slowly moved up my body. His hands glided over the bare spots on my back, and he touched my hair with his fingertips. He felt the curve of my ass with his palm, moving over it gently.
He grabbed one of the pillows near my head then stuffed it underneath my hips. He tilted my ass to the ceiling and made my back curve at a deep angle. Then he unfastened the lingerie over my pussy and made the bodysuit pop open to reveal my slit.
Instead of shoving his dick inside right away, he gave me his mouth instead. With gentle slowness, he licked the area, giving it soft kisses before he moved his tongue deep inside me. He sucked my clit into his mouth and gave it a little nibble, making my entire body tense.
I felt my body relax and tense at the same time, the arousal kicking into my bloodstream and making my pussy wet. I held myself up on my elbows and closed my eyes as I enjoyed what he did to my body, enjoyed the soft strokes of that experienced tongue. Quiet moans escaped my throat, and I gripped the sheets underneath me, my breaths becoming louder and deeper.
Bosco pulled his mouth away then positioned himself on top of me. With his knees on either side of mine and his hands on the mattress beside my hips, he pressed the head of his cock against my wet entrance. Once he was inside, he gave a forceful thrust and shoved himself the rest of the way, making my hips slam against the pillow propped underneath me. He halted as he enjoyed the way his dick felt inside me, a groan coming from his lips.
I moaned when I felt his enormous size inside of me.
He grabbed the back of my neck just the way he promised, and then he fucked me harder than he ever had before. His hips slammed into me, and he hit me deep and strong at a profound angle, making my body tense over and over. “You.” He thrust hard. “Are.” He thrust again. “Mine.”
My body shook forward every time pounded into me. I gripped the sheets and felt them slide under my sweaty palms. I bit my bottom lip as I felt him destroy my pussy, fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. Sometimes he squeezed my neck a little too tight and I struggled to breathe, but despite his aggression, I loved his dominance. High on the adrenaline rushing through his body, he took it out on me. The blood lust got to his head, and this was all he wanted to do, to celebrate his victory by fucking the pussy he’d just fought for.
“Fuck.” His loud groans filled the bedroom as he fucked my cunt mercilessly. He breathed deep and hard, getting covered in streaks of sweat just as he did during the battle. His cock was harder than it’d ever been. His pumps increased, and he groaned even louder, coming inside my slit with a victorious moan. “Fuck yes.” He grabbed the front of my neck and squeezed me, keeping me in place as he dumped every single drop inside me.
Listening to him explode inside me fueled my own climax. He always waited for me to come first, but tonight, he clearly was in a different state of mind. I was the prize he’d won, and he wanted to enjoy me selfishly, to keep fucking me until all his adrenaline was finally out of his system.
He softened inside me, but that didn’t stop him from thrusting. He was still big enough to make an impact, and his cock moved through his own come inside my cunt. A minute later, he was back to full hardness, and he thrust into me forcefully, grinding me and my clit hard against the pillow. He pressed his hand against my lower back to keep my body at the angle he liked. Then he pressed farther into me, making my clit drag against the pillow he slept on.
I knew I was about to come. I could feel it in the way I tightened around him. His cock felt so good when it was this big and this aggressive. I was powerless underneath him, subjected to his cruel thrusts and groans, but I liked it. He’d just fought a man with his bare hands and got off on killing him. I could feel it in the way he handled me, like he was a wild animal that had chased off an opponent so he could mate with me. The Butcher wanted to be the one lying on top of me right now, but he couldn’t outmatch Bosco.
I came, turned on by his aggression, his come, and the way he’d killed a man to protect me. It was a powerful climax, the kind that made me scream and bite my bottom lip at the same time. I ground my own clit against the pillow, getting off on the image and the huge cock in my pussy.
“I own you.” He spoke directly into my ear, feeling my pussy contract all around him. He kept slamming into me, his sweat dripping onto my back. “I paid for this cunt with my fists, my blood, and my power. It’s mine. Say it.”
“Yes…my pussy is yours.”
He growled into my ear. “You are mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
He dragged his tongue down my neck and gave me a gentle bite. “I’m your protector, your lover, and your man. No one looks at my woman and gets away with it. No one comes close to her without my permission.” He kept moving hard, his endurance never breaking. He closed his fists against the bed and kept thrusting, groaning at the same time. “I will fight for you. I will die for you. Because that’s what a real man does for his woman.” His lips grazed against my ear as he spoke.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into me, getting off on the words he yelled into my ear. I came again, just when I least expected it, and I squeezed his cock so tightly I probably bruised it just like his face. “Bosco…”
He groaned a moment later, exploding inside my pussy for a second time. He dropped more come between my legs, adding another load to the first pile. Our orgasms overlapped, and we moaned together and clawed at each other as we both enjoyed it.
He paused when he finished, breathing hard against my ear. “Let’s see how much come this pussy can hold.” He started to move again even though he was still soft.
I gripped his wrists on either side of me, using them as an anchor to keep myself still as he thrust into me. “Give it to me, babe. Give it all to me.”
8
Bosco
By the time I woke up the next morning, the rage had finally subsided.
I was high off ecstasy, blood lust, and adrenaline. I killed a man I despised, made him pay for what he did, and then I shot him right between the eyes. My hand didn’t flinch when I pulled the trigger, but it shook immediately afterward, giving me a surge of power that my body couldn’t metabolize. I saw his blood stain the concrete, watched the light leave his eyes the second the bullet pierced his skull.
It was like taking a hit of the best drug.
I couldn’t see straight because the sensation was so powerful. Even when I returned to Carmen, I couldn’t shake it off. I put my life on the line to save her, a woman who would walk away from me in six weeks, but I didn’t hesitate before I made my decision. She was the most important thing in my life right now. When I saw him stare at her like a piece of meat, I knew what I had to do.
I didn’t look back.
In hindsight, it was probably stupid. It could have ended quite differently. But I’d promised Carmen I would have him dead in twenty-four hours, and if I didn’t take his life in those next thirty minutes, I would have broken my promise. Not once in my life had I broken a promise, and I wasn’t going to start now.
Besides, I wanted to prove my point—that there was nowhere safer in the world than by my side.
She was dead asleep when I woke up the following morning. I went into the living room and made some breakfast because I was starving. After the night I’d had, I skipped the lighter breakfast options and went for pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I cooked everything before I sat at the dining table and ate, knowing Carmen could be asleep for a few more hours.
Ronan called me, his name appearing on the screen.
I answered. “Where did you dump the body?”
“In a landfill. The rats and insects will eat him until there’s nothing left but bone.”
“Good.” I’d considered giving him a grave just so I could piss on it.
“The whole city is talking about what happened last night.”
As they should be.
“How’s Carmen?”
She enjoyed the rough way I took her last
night, so she seemed to be in good spirits. “She’s fine.”
“Bosco, she was terrified. She grabbed my hand so hard, she almost broke it.”
A slight surge of jealousy moved through me, but I dismissed it because it was unwarranted. Carmen only held his hand because she was scared—scared for me. “I noticed.”
“She was in tears the whole time. Told me she wouldn’t know what to do if she lost you.”
I forced myself not to smile even though that was exactly what I wanted to do. Watching that woman cry for me was the biggest turn-on ever. She put her emotions out in the open, admitted the depth of her feelings without even realizing it. Knowing she cared so much gave me another jolt of energy throughout the fight. She cared more about my safety than her own. “Yes, she’s hung up on me.”
“I’d say it’s more than that.”
The last time we’d spoken about it, Carmen was still determined to end our relationship once our three months were finished. Now I wasn’t sure if that would happen anymore. The time we spent together had solidified our commitment to one another, had deepened the connection so powerfully that I was certain it was more than just lust. She couldn’t sleep without me, she couldn’t stand the sight of me getting hurt, and she missed me whenever we weren’t together. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“It meant a lot to her that you didn’t fool around with Ruby. She hates her, by the way.”
I stilled in my chair and stopped eating, that information registering in my brain as brand-new. “What?”
“She said Ruby practically threw her tits at you.”
How did Carmen know about that? I didn’t even tell Ronan it happened. The second Ruby was gone from the building, I forgot about it entirely. It took me a moment to figure it out how that was possible.
She must have been in the penthouse. She must have witnessed the whole thing and never told me.
“Yeah…it happened a while ago.”
“Well, my best advice is to keep Carmen away from her. She might give her a black eye.”