Sweet Pain: A Dark Mafia Billionaire Romance (Amatucci Family Book 3)

by Sadie Jacks

  Turo’s phone buzzed next.

  Then Foster’s.

  I sat and watched their reactions. Felt vindicated when they both had similar reactions. I wasn’t the only one being led around by the balls.

  “You said they weren’t allowed to touch themselves.” Foster glared at me. “Those were the rules, right?”

  I sat up. “Correct. No touching themselves sexually.”

  Turo snarled. “Are they allowed to touch each other?”

  The snarl rose through my throat before I could stop it. “I swear to her goddess, if she’s let any of them touch her, I’ll strap her to my cross for a week.” I shot from my chair. Stopped when I felt my phone buzz in my hand.

  Oopsie! –Willow

  The short video showed her rubbing her fingertips together. They were coated in a clear, almost tacky substance.

  “Oh, hell no.” I strode to the door like my feet were on fire.

  “Hey, wait for me!” Foster said.

  “Us, too!” Turo and Nico said. I heard their footsteps crash across the floor.

  “I’ll just be here. You know…by myself. Fuckers,” Rafe called after us.

  Foregoing the elevator in my need to get home faster, I jumped down the two flights of stairs to get to the parking garage at the lofts. I heard the guys follow after me. Once I hit the last floor, I was racing to my Rover.

  The guys all jetted to their own cars. It was a race to get out of the garage and back to my penthouse.

  Like a group of idiotic teenage males who were street racing, we darted and zipped through traffic. Earning honks and middle fingers. I didn’t care. I was going to put a stop to whatever those girls were doing to my woman.

  Hadn’t I said no touching? I wasn’t willing to share her. Not even with her friends. Which she’d said they were all straight. So why the hell were they dipping their fingers in each other’s pussies?

  I stomped on the gas pedal. My car shot forward, forcing me back into the seat. Once my building came into view, I peered up at the brightly lit top floor. Light speared from the windows out into the night.

  They were feeling each other up with the lights on? What? They needed to see everything in minute detail? They didn’t know what pussies or tits looked like?

  My dick was hard enough to bend steel. I gritted my teeth. Didn’t matter. My girl was about to get a hard lesson in who she belonged to. And it wasn’t those women she called her squad. Or her tribe. Or whatever the fuck other name they used.

  Mine. She was mine.

  With squealing tires, I bounced into the parking garage at my building. Throwing the car into park, I had the door open and was mostly out of the vehicle before I remembered to grab the keys.

  Three cars screeched in next to mine. The guys were out and racing over by the time I hit the button to my private elevator. The doors slid open.

  “Don’t even think of leaving us down here, Penn. You do, I’ll send Mas to give you a nighttime greeting,” Turo threatened.

  I stepped through, held a hand between the doors. “Then get the fuck on.”

  They poured on the speed.

  As soon as the doors closed behind Nico, I hit the buttons and held my hand up to the security plate. “Hold on, boys.” I grabbed the rail as I hit the button for the express ride. I called it Warp Speed when I was alone.

  I left my guts on the floor as we shot up forty floors. My legs threatened to buckle as we jerked to a hard stop at my penthouse. I ground my teeth as I waited for the fucking doors to open.

  Finally! I stormed through the opening. “Willow Koa Chase!” I bellowed.

  A loud series of screams sounded from the living room. I turned the corner and saw all of them scatter like little mice. I zeroed in on my girl and scooped her up. She was completely clothed, in one of my sweatshirts, no less.

  She peeked up at me. “Hey, hero.” Her sage green gaze was slightly hazy. “What brings you by?” she snickered.

  I looked around the room. Blankets had been abandoned, pillows dropped and kicked away. Nico had Jessa up in his arms over by the kitchen island.

  Turo had Nik cornered by the elevators. Damn that girl could run.

  Foster had his hands out. With the way Tali was swaying and wobbling, I was going to assume it was to catch her before she toppled.

  “Start speaking,” I snarled at Willow. “Who touched you?”

  “Jessa.” She pointed across the room.

  “Willow, you traitor! It was Nik!”

  “Traitor! We promised not to tell. First sign of trouble and the good doctor folds. Willow’s at least got a reason. She was a virgin before she met Ryker,” Nik yelled.

  “Tali, did you touch any of them?” Foster asked softly.

  She nodded. “And they touched me. What are you doing to do about it, Double-O Seven?” She ran her hands up and down her body.

  I saw Foster clench his hands into fists. “First, we’re going to sober you up. Then, I’m going to show you why playing games and cheating doesn’t work for me.”

  Willow wiggled in my arms. “Don’t you hurt her, you douche. I’m still not sure I like you.” She yelled it at Foster, shook her fist at him.

  She almost bashed me in the head.

  I got in her face. “You hush. You knew the rules and you chose to break them.”

  When she looked up at me with her somewhat unfocused eyes, I felt my belly twitch. And not in good ways. She’d let someone else touch her. Someone else handle her body.

  Give her pleasure.

  She was mine. And only mine.

  “Tell them, Willow, or I will,” Jessa demanded.

  I looked over at her and Nico. He had a fierce glare on his face as he whispered directly into her ear.

  “No! We all agreed. Keep your mouth shut, Willow,” Nik almost screamed it.

  “I’m trying to get laid, Nikanya. Not get treated like a baby,” Tali said.

  “Talia Maria,” her brothers both said.

  “Oh, go fuck yourselves. Foster here can handle himself.” She leaned forward. Misjudged her distance. Stumbled.

  Foster jumped forward, caught her in his arms. “I can more than handle myself. And if you want to get laid, you shouldn’t have gotten yourself trashed.” He lifted her up and over his shoulder. “Gentlemen, I’ll see you later.” He slapped a hand over Tali’s ass and hotfooted it to the private elevator.

  Down to three.

  “Cricket, you agreed to the rules as well. Are you saying you cheated?” Turo sounded both stern and sad. A curious mix that made me feel guilty and I wasn’t trying to get into his pants.

  She glared up at him. “You think you can guilt me into sleeping with you?” She pushed up into his space. Weaved on her feet a bit.

  He grabbed her chin. “No. You will be under me because you want to be there. Stop fighting me.”

  Willow whimpered, “Turo –”

  “Be quiet, Will. You’re in enough trouble,” he snapped back without turning around.

  Nik’s eyes widened before they narrowed down into slits. “Don’t you talk to her that way, you asshole.” She did some kind of Jiu Jitsu move.

  Turo countered each strike until he held her in his arms. Her back was to his front. Both of them facing me and Willow. “You cannot run me off. You cannot beat me. You are going to be mine, little cricket. And what’s more, you will like being mine.”

  I saw Nik’s face crumple into stark desire for a brief moment. Then she shook it off and had her game face back on in an instant.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yes.” He nodded, rubbing his nose up her cheek lightly.

  She pulled her head forward, snapped it back.

  Somehow he saw the move before she made it. He shifted his hands. He grabbed a handful of her hair, arched her neck back. He leaned down, sank his teeth into the muscles of her neck. I could hear their mingled groans from my spot at least ten feet away.

  She went limp in his arms. Her eyelids fell to half-mast. “Fuck,” she
said. Although I saw the word instead of heard it.

  Turo released her neck with a grin. “Now to dry you out so we can have a discussion.” He backed up, slapped blindly at the public elevator access door behind him. We all waited in silence until the elevator dinged.

  Turo backed into the car, Nik still pliant in his arms. The doors shut around them.

  And then there was one.

  I turned to Nico and Jessa. He had her body pinned between him and the kitchen island. She was laying face down, her cheek rested on the counter. Her fingers had turned to claws.

  “Tell me, Jessa,” Nico demanded. “Tell me who touched you.” He ground his hips against her ass.

  I snorted. “I’m not sure that’s the way to make her talk, Nico.”

  He flipped me off. “Get your woman to talk to you. Leave mine to me.”

  I looked down at Willow. She was looking up at me with love in her eyes. I looked down at her hands. Saw the clear substance still on them. It glistened under the lights. I squinted. Even if she’d cum bucketloads, it shouldn’t still be wet and shiny.

  “Lift your hand, cupcake,” I snarled.

  She stuffed them in her armpits.

  “Lift. Your. Hands.” I bit out each word. I watched each one land with a shiver and an eye flutter. My girl liked being told what to do. I chuckled mentally. At least in certain situations. “Now, Willow. I won’t tell you again.”

  “For goddess’ sake, babe. Just tell him,” Jessa said with a whimper.

  “I accidentally burned my hand when I saw your dick pic. It’s just some burn ointment,” her words were all rushed together. She lifted her hands, palms out. “See? After Jessa put it on me, she said it looked like jizz. Although I thought it looked more like girl juice.”

  I snorted a laugh. “Girl juice?”

  Her cheeks flushed. She looked up at me. Nodded. “Like when you made me…you know?” She widened her eyes, flicked her gaze down to my chest.

  I bellowed with laughter as my belly untwisted itself. She hadn’t let anyone else touch her. They’d been playing their own version of photoshop. Although, they were much better at it than we were.

  Willow wiped her unburned hand down her top…well, my sweatshirt. Then she reached out, touched my chin. “I’m all yours. Always will be. No one else gets to touch me, hero. Not even my girl squad.”

  I bit my lip to keep from blowing my load right then and there. This woman took me from zero to nutting in nothing flat. “Nico, leave.” I carried Willow to our bedroom, kicked the door shut behind us.

  I tossed her on the bed. “Are you drunk?”

  She shrugged. “Maybe? I’m not sure.”

  I bit my lip again, this time to keep from jumping her body. “You want some water or anything?”

  She shook her head. “I want you to make love to me.” She held her hands out.

  I shook my head. “Baby, you’re drunk. I don’t do that. I don’t ever want to take you while you’re out of your mind. I want you to be with me one hundred and ten percent. Participating. Enjoying. Screaming. Whimpering. I want you to remember each time we’re together. Not have it blurred or be wiped away with the fog of alcohol.” I pressed my lips to her forehead.

  She pouted. “Please?”

  I chuckled, shook my head. “Maybe next time, you’ll only get tipsy.”

  Her eyes brightened. “I’m only tipsy.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah?”

  She nodded. “Give me a test. I’ll pass it. Then I’ll make you come first and win our bet.”

  I snorted. “Okay. Stand up.” I backed up, folded my arms over my chest.

  She popped to her feet. Except for one little sway, she stood upright.

  “Say the alphabet backwards.”

  Her face screwed up in concentration, but she nailed it. Her smile was beautiful. “Can I suck your cock now? I promise I’ll finish you. Swallow you down.” She made an exaggerated gulping noise.

  My dick twitched.

  “Walk in a straight line, heel to toe.” I had to make sure she was still mostly lucid. I was serious about not touching her if she was fully drunk. Tipsy I could deal with. Especially since she kept asking for it.

  I moved to the far side of the room, beckoned her forward with a crook of my finger.

  She did it. Without looking at her feet. Without putting her arms out to the side for balance.

  I was tempted. Goddess knows I was tempted. But that tinge of haze in her gaze made me feel like a bastard for even thinking about taking her. I shook my head. “I believe you. But I don’t think I could live with myself if I took you and you weren’t sober.”

  Her face fell. “Can I still suck your cock? You don’t have to do anything to me. I just want to feel you inside my mouth again. Inside me at all. Please?” She threaded her fingers together, put them under her chin.

  My cock jerked and twitched. Fuck. At this rate she wouldn’t even need to touch me. She could just talk about touching me. Once again this woman turned me into a teenager. In all the good and worst ways.

  I shook my head. “No. We’re keeping our hands and mouths to ourselves.”

  She looked at her feet. Nodded. She stood there looking lost and alone.

  Alone. In our fucking room. In our fucking house. I shook my head. This wouldn’t do. I walked to her, put a finger under her chin.

  She raised her gaze to mine. Her mossy green eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

  My brow furrowed. “What’s all this?”

  She smiled lopsidedly. Shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel…rejected, I guess?” She tried to shake it off. Tried to back up.

  I held her to me. “I’m not rejecting you. Ever.”

  “But you’re not going to let me give you pleasure.” She made it a statement.

  When I said nothing, she nodded. “That feels like rejection.” She wrenched her face away. “That’s all I wanted. Just to give you something. Bring you some joy and happiness.” She laughed, the sound hollow. “I made you some cupcakes. Cinnamon and vanilla buttercream frosting. Maybe those will give you pleasure.”

  “Willow, I—”

  She walked into the bathroom, shut the door softly.

  Fuck!

  Chapter 26 – Willow

  I bit my lip to keep from sobbing as I leaned back against the door. This was so stupid. I knew he wasn’t casting me aside. But goddess did it feel like it. If this is what mojitos did to me, they were forever and always on my no-go list.

  I dashed my fingers under my eyes. Stop being such a child. He was treating you with care. Love. Respect. And you’re going to go all girly on him? Whine and cry because he won’t let you have sex with him while you’re inebriated?

  Grow the fuck up, Cold and Analytical screamed at me.

  I knew she was right. Knew Ryker loved me. That by not touching me in even a slightly altered state, he was putting me above his own needs. I’d felt how hard he was as I slid down the front of his body. He was setting himself aside as well. His own needs. It wasn’t just mine he was rejecting.

  I sighed and moved to the vanity. I got my face wash out of my bag, grabbed a wash rag. Scrubbing my face, I winced as the tender flesh on my palm nagged at me with the hot water. Dang it.

  Pulling my hair up into a messy bun that was scales lower than the sexiness of Tali’s, I applied moisturizer. I tugged my pants off, tossed them in the laundry bin. Swapping out Ryker’s sweatshirt for one of his tanks, I opened the door.

  And stopped in my tracks.

  The room was dark except for the few candles he had lit. The bed was clean of any blankets. A large towel was laid in the middle of the gigantic bed. A bag of frosting was sitting on the towel.

  Ryker was naked from the waist up, nibbling on a cupcake. He moaned when he looked up. “Fuck, you make my clothes look good,” he said around a mouthful of dessert.

  “What’s all this?” I walked forward.

  “My apology.” He stuffed the rest of the cupcake in his mouth an
d rose to his feet.

  I wanted to slap my own face. I shook my head. “Ryker, you don—”

  He swallowed as he put a finger over my lips. “Please.”

  I nodded.

  “I meant what I said. I don’t think I could live with myself if I took you while you weren’t one hundred percent with me. But that doesn’t mean I should have cut you off. You’re a grown woman who knows her own mind. You know your capabilities and your body probably better than any other person I know. So, here’s my offer. We make each other cum, but no sex-sex.” He raised his brows in question.

  I smiled. “Why the change? And what’s the difference between sex and sex-sex?”

  He laughed. “I just told you the reason for my change of mind. And the difference between tonight’s sex and sex-sex is that sex-sex involves me putting my penis in your vagina. Repeatedly. With great vigor.” He swallowed hard.

  I smothered a laugh. Nodded. “So I can still suck your cock?”

  He nodded, his ab muscles twitched. “Fuck, yes.”

  “And you’ll do what to me?”

  “Well, first I’m going to color in your tattoo with frosting. Then, after I’ve licked it all away, I’m going to devour your cunt until you beg me to leave you alone.”

  “And this is different in your mind how?” I said as my body clenched.

  “Because this way I know it will be memorable. I know that you’ll be with me the entire time.”

  My brow wrinkled. “And I wouldn’t have with sex-sex?”

  He shrugged. “Because hopefully by the time I’m done licking your body clean, you’ll be mostly sober again. I’m not willing to take the chance that you could still be even a little drunk…tipsy…whatever. Does this work for you?” He studied me with his grass green eyes.

  I tipped my head to the side. Felt the funny slide of my mind. Knew he was right. “So…if I make you cum first, do I still win the bet?”

  His lips twitched. “Sure, baby, you can win the bet.”

  I pouted. “That’s not as fun…you just letting me win.”

  “So you want me to win the bet?”

  I shook my head immediately. “No. Besides, your sexing game needs some work. I’m not just going to let you win with that as a showing.”