Reign (The Vendetta Series Book 2)

by Kris Anne Dean

  I press my back to his front, his erection firm above the curve of my ass as he walks me forward and into the room, closing the door with his foot. His hands are busy working my dress over my head and before I can turn in his arms to face him my clothes are in a heap on the floor. I stand before him in nothing but a thin black G-string and high heels, my hair falling over my naked body. A deep primal grunt rips from his mouth and I rise on my toes to reach him. My lips part as his tongue dips into my mouth and I swing my leg up around his waist. Hooking one arm under my leg his other hand rubs the outside of my panties. “Your so fucking wet,” he growls and lifts me up dropping me on the bed, my shoes falling to the floor.

  I work my clit with my fingers as he yanks at the button on his pants and drops them around his ankles, working his own erection. I’m not disappointed with what I see, his cock is perfectly portioned for his massive body size. A shudder rips through me in anticipation of feeling him between my legs. He lowers over me hovering above my breasts, taking one into the palm of his hand and my nipple into his mouth. I moan and shift my hips under him until I can feel him against me. With my hands tangled in his hair I push his face down so more of me enters his mouth. His tongue teases my nipples sucking it in and popping it out, nipping at their hardness. Lowering along the length of my body, his fingers graze the top of my wet panties and with one hard pull they give way in his hands.

  There was nothing between us now but a raw hunger. An urgency neither of us can deny fueled by our demons and an unholy amount of alcohol. We kiss and touch and bite, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies with our mouths, our tongues, our hands. For the first time in a long time I forget everything. His fingers slide between my thighs and I twitch, lifting my hips to his touch as his fingers sift into my wetness.

  All I can feel is his touch, the heat moving through me, the need. Holding on to his throbbing dick I guide him into me. I watch him thrust inside and disappear deep within me. His massive size fills me and it feels amazing. His hands grip my hips forcefully as he drives himself harder into me. I moan with pleasure, nearing a much-needed climax. Pushing my knees up higher he continues to thrust as I grind my hips harder and faster under him. My body teetering on the brink of ecstasy. I chase the orgasm with an urgent, desperate need to take all he can give. The heat surges inside me, tearing through my body like a freight train until I tremble underneath him. A devilish grin crosses his face as he empties himself, shuttering inside the warmth of my body, struggling to catch his breath. My heart beats erratically, my lungs burn for air as I inhale his scent and force my body to still.

  It’s been too long since I felt a man’s touch and even as he lays here beside me I can’t get close enough to him. I melt against his body, pressing against his broad chest and trail my nails up and over his solid, muscles. His fingers trace the curves of my body, his warm touch on my bare skin sends another burst of need straight to my core. I purr against his lips and I can tell he hasn’t had his fill either. He rolls me over, slapping my ass as he lifts it into the air. “On your knees.”

  I slide to my knees as ordered, and he fills me again, stretching me to take him all in a single thrust. I cry out from the sudden movement and grip the pillow in my fist. Bending forward I lift my ass higher to him until his thickness hits the right spot. His breath is hot down my back and his fist tugs at my hair, bowing my head back. I can’t stop the cries that escape as he slams into me, each blow harder and deeper than the last. I reach up with my right arm, splaying my clammy palm against the cold wall to help push back into him. He growls into the curve of my neck, bracing his left hand on the wall driving himself deeper. The bed creaks under the strain. Our breaths are short and jagged, sweat dripping and sticking between us. His dick fills up my whole body, splitting me in two as I climax over and over under his punishing thrusts. I’m nearly mindless when I collapse under him, no longer able to hold myself up. He falls with me releasing everything he has in short bursts filling me as he pulls out. We lay there entwined together, unable to move an inch and for the first time in many nights I sleep without dreaming, wrapped in his arms.

  The vibration of my cellphone against the floor pulls me from the dazed sleep and I slither out of his embrace. My morning after mouth smells like a crime scene and my body is sore from the punishing escapade. Somewhere in the night the hurried frenzy for release turned into something more. The softness of his caress against my heated skin, for a moment, made me feel alive again. The sudden realization leaves me feeling vulnerable, confused, and a little intrigued. I got a taste of dark and dangerous and truth be told, it was addicting. He got what he wanted, and I got what I needed. Release. Clarity. Satisfaction.

  I rarely pick up strange men in hotel bars and I definitely don’t plan on dating one. Sneaking out is easier on both of us. No awkward goodbyes or lingering silence while we part ways. I slip my wrinkled dress on and grab my shoes, leaving my tattered panties behind as a reminder. A night of mind-altering sex and we didn’t even share names. Maybe one day our paths will cross again. Maybe then it won’t be our demons driving us into each other’s arms.

  The warmth between my legs and the lack of panties under my dress leaves me wanting to turn around and go back in the room. I stare down at the cell phone in my hand. It won’t stop ringing no matter how much I want to forget that I’m always on duty. Squeezing my eyes shut to block the intrusion from ruining my memory, I answer, “Agent Kent.”

  “It’s about time,” the voice on the other end, pounds through my aching head. I don’t even care that my partner’s irritated, I’m entitled to a life. “Deluca’s dead.”

  My heart stammers in my chest another wave of satisfaction filling the void between my legs. “Angelo? When? How?”

  “No, Matteo. We found his body this morning, sliced throat to dick. I guess that makes Angelo the new Don.”

  Dammit. The heaviness lifted during the night, crashes back down with a blunt force. Without another word I disconnect the call. This has Angelo written all over it. I can feel it in my soul. Another death Angelo Deluca won’t pay for, especially now that he alone carries the weight of the Bianchi Crime Family. The need for revenge drives my feet forward out of the hotel and toward the crime scene pinged to my phone. Angelo Deluca will pay for stealing everything from me and all of his crimes. One way or another. God help him because I will have my revenge.

  Epilogue- Brie

  It’s been weeks since I’ve learned of my father’s lies. Weeks since Cal discovered his father’s betrayal. According to Kayden the secrets run deeper than any of us know. We’ve only scratched the surface of what the Commission has planned or how it affects our future. I’ve been afraid of what’s inside this envelope. Will there be more lies? Can I handle the truth?

  Settling on the couch, I finally allow myself to look inside. A bundle of black-and-white photos fall into my lap. I don’t recognize anyone in the images but they’re old and worn. I study one of three young boys. Their eyes just like mine. My gaze falls to the baby wrapped in a blanket with the same crest that’s embroidered on Abigail’s.

  My Dearest Daughter Brie,

  It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I love you and I’m proud of the woman you have become. A woman of strong opinions, firm beliefs, and family values. I hope I have demonstrated these same traits to you in how I lived my life. I only hope that after reading this I will continue to be your anchor in confusing and tumultuous times as you have always been mine.

  The very fact that your reading this letter means I am no longer with you and for that I am truly sorry. You need to know that without a doubt; I was fulfilled in my life. Not for one moment have I regretted my decision because it led me to your mother and brought me you. However, you need to know who I was before I became the man you remember. You're sure to have questions I will not be able to answer but look into your heart and you will know your true path.

  Many years ago when I was just a child, I had the misfortune to witness my fami
ly brutally murdered before my eyes. I almost did not survive. If it wasn’t for Vincenzo Carracci, I would not have. He was a loyal friend to my father, your grandfather Francesco Morgano.

  I was the middle child of three boys. We lived on a modest piece of land in the heart of Sicily. It wasn’t until after my family's demise that I understood my father’s connection to the Cosa Nostra and that someone had murdered them because of it. He was strong and dignified and ruled with an iron fist. His rivals plotted to end the blood line to ensure their own rise to power. However, they did not count on my survival or the plan my father had put in place to ensure our name lived on.

  My wish for you is to follow your heart and if it leads you into the arms of a Carracci that you will fulfill your destiny by joining the Morgano and Carracci families. It is this merger that will give you the ultimate power over the Commission. You can trust in Vincent Carracci. Do not be angry with him over this secret as I wanted you to learn of this from me, when the time was right. Trust that Cal is an intelligent, strong and loyal man which is why I have ensured they are in your life. I would never force you into an arranged marriage. The decision is ultimately yours to make. If you choose to turn your back on your legacy, I will understand. I could never fault you for doing what I have done but you are already stronger than I ever was. That is why it should be you that leads the generation of the merged bloodlines into greatness.

  The fact that I must say goodbye means they have found me and they know of the pact. Kayden Blake will ensure they do not come for you. Carmine Bianchi has taken the life of my father, mother, brothers and now mine. Be strong, be brave, dignified and true and you will have done what I could not. Avenge our deaths and you will reign forever for you are the one and only true Mafioso Princess.

  With all my love,

  Your father Demetri Morgano

  Running my fingers over the symbols on the crest, I wonder what they mean. There’s so much I don’t know, so much to learn about my true heritage. It’s not such a bad deal. Cal is my world. I already planned on marrying him, holding the ultimate power over the Commission is icing on the cake and will make their demise all that much sweeter.

  Acknowledgments

  First off, thank you for reading this series. I hope you are enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it. Don’t forget to follow me for updates on the conclusion of The Vendetta Series and future releases. I couldn’t do any of it without readers like you. You Rock!

  Thank you to my talented and twisted sister Jamie Lombard (aka J. Lynn Lombard) for your continued support and encouragement. There’s no doubt I drive you crazy at times but your always there to walk me out of the corners I write myself into and offering advice and guidance. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be lost trying to put all this together.

  Curious what serial killer case Agent Lanah Kent is referring to in the final chapter? Then check out Etched In Glass, by Nyxie Marrs to read this psychological thriller. Thank you to my girl, Nyxie, my writing buddy, for keeping me on track when I got lazy and bouncing ideas around.

  Thank you to Sarah, Michelle and Sherry for Beta reading and pimping my books. Your support means a lot to me!

  Thank you to KA Ware of Bite Me Graphics for the awesome cover design and marketing products.

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  About the Author

  Kris Anne Dean

  Dark and Dangerous Desires

  “Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” Marilyn Monroe -1960

  Kris Anne Dean is an indie author. Her addiction to daytime soap operas inspires her books. The dysfunctional drama they offer is her guilty pleasure. She has watched the same soap for thirty-six years and often yells at the TV when the scenes don’t play out the way she would have written it.

  She is a mother to three boys with an age gap between the oldest and youngest of 14 years! When she’s not working, reading or binge watching soaps, you can find her on the sidelines watching them do what they love -baseball, karate, football, lacrosse… the list never ends.

  Kris Anne grew up in South Florida but is raising her children in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. While she enjoys the small town life, she hates shoveling snow. She’s always on the go, always running late (blame the cow crossings and horse and buggies) and often forgets to breathe!

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