Savage Ruler: A Dark Italian - Irish Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Sinfully Savage)

by Kristen Luciani

  “The reason why I never lose it is because I, unlike your dipshit brother, have learned my lessons. I’ve seen exactly what can happen when I lose control, which is why I work so hard to keep it.” He grips the steering wheel tight, his voice strained.

  I twist my ponytail between my fingers. “My life is completely out of my hands, Matteo. It was evidently in my father’s and now he’s delegated that responsibility to you. I have no voice anymore. Maybe I never even had one to begin with,” I huff. “Maybe it was all bullshit done to pacify me and keep me quiet and productive.”

  Matteo eyes me as he stops for a light. “Look, Heaven, your father called on me because he knew he couldn’t keep you safe. And you’re special. An asset to your family. He knows it and so do I.”

  I roll my eyes. “He fed you all of that crap, but at the end of the day, he did it to save his own ass, didn’t he? If what Conor said is true and he really never intended for me to take over…” My voice trails off.

  “Conor is full of shit and he was also higher than a damn kite back there.” Matteo presses his foot on the gas. “He didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, and pretty soon, it won’t matter anyway.”

  I furrow my brow. “I don’t understand. Why do you keep saying that stuff about him? I mean, you were hired to keep all of this in check with the cartel. Why are you talking like he’s on some collision course?”

  Matteo’s back stiffens and his jaw tightens. “Because guys like Conor can’t be saved. They always fall because they’re never smart enough to learn from their mistakes. They just keep making new ones that are more dangerous than the last ones.”

  “Well, he is an idiot,” I say with a dry chuckle.

  “So why do you care what he says?”

  I lean my head back against the leather seat. “Because he’s got all of the power right now. And I have nothing.”

  “That’s not true at all. You have a future. He’s the one who has nothing.”

  “It doesn’t feel like it,” I whisper, my head rolling to look at him. “It feels like I’m just kind of floating out in the wild blue yonder with no destination. I’m just…out there. Alone. Clueless about what to do next.”

  “We’re going to get married next,” he says. “That’ll save your future and your role within your father’s organization.” He gives me a quick wink. “And you’re not alone. I’m next to you to make sure nothing goes off-course.”

  “Right, because of your whole long-term strategy,” I snip with a roll of my eyes.

  “Don’t make fun of it. You’ll benefit, too.” He smirks. “If I don’t get tired of you first.”

  I smack his arm and the truck squeals to a stop in front of the townhouse. I bite down on my lip as he shuts off the ignition and twists around to look at me, a glimmer of hunger in his heated gaze.

  Oh, snap.

  Is he going to punish me now, or was that just a bunch of empty threats?

  A tingle between my thighs makes me clutch the sides of the seat.

  Please don’t let them be idle threats.

  Please make good on your damn words!

  “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you did that again?”

  I nod wordlessly, cowering slightly.

  He moves closer still, his lips hovering over mine. “No wife of mine will ever raise her hand to me, do you understand?”

  My eyes widen because I am just flat-out shocked that I’m more turned on than offended in this second. How ridiculous? I mean, this isn’t the Dark Ages! If I want to give him a smack, I shouldn’t have to pay with my body.

  But on the other hand, I want to pay with my body…

  Until I’m freaking bankrupt!

  “You can’t be serious,” I finally rasp.

  His eyes spit fire…white hot flames that singe my insides.

  “I think I’m going to need to show you exactly how serious I am, Heaven.” He pushes against me, backing me against the door. But chivalry isn’t dead. He makes sure that my injured arm is protected. “And I know just the place for you to learn your lesson.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Matteo

  “Here, put this on,” I say to Heaven after I park my car in the private lot of Risk, one of my SoHo sex clubs. “Everyone wears a mask as they walk inside.”

  “Okay,” she says, a glimmer of anticipation in her bright eyes. Her lips curl upward as she settles the black mask into place.

  “Are you ready?” I ask.

  She nods. “As ever.”

  My dick jumps at those words. I didn’t bring her here tonight to watch a show.

  I brought her here to star in it.

  But she doesn’t know that yet.

  I walk around to her side of my truck and help her out. Her tits brush against me, her cheeks flushing bright pink as she sneaks a look up at me. “After you.”

  I lace my fingers with hers and pull her toward a private entrance. My private entrance.

  “Good evening, Mr. Villani.” The doorman, Jase, pulls open the door and ushers us inside.

  “Thanks,” I say, my hand on the small of Heaven’s back as she enters the darkened labyrinth of sex and sin. I walk down one of the corridors shadowed by a deep red glow that drenches the atmosphere with taboo allure. Her hand clenches mine, and I see her study everything in our path as we move into the central part of the club.

  “Can I take this off?” she asks as we wander down the corridor.

  I nod, pulling off my own. A jolt of desire zips through me as she removes her mask.

  Unafraid and uninhibited.

  It makes me want to back her against a wall and plow into her wet pussy with all of the pent-up lust that’s been festering inside of me since the first time I had my head between her legs.

  But I know I have to wait. I want her to experience this place…all it has to offer…and then I want her to beg me for my cock.

  Judging by the look on her face, I know that’s no longer a pipe dream.

  The parties I host are basically just pop-ups throughout lower Manhattan. They are invite-only, for the most frequent clubgoers and their carefully vetted guests. But the clubs each have their own aura. Risk is my personal favorite to visit. Each room hosts a show with a viewing area, and an area for eager participants who are angling to make their own action.

  We pass a room where a rope bondage event is taking place, and Heaven stops short right outside the doorway as one of the goddesses…that’s what we call them…winds one of her gold ropes around her captive. She slides slowly, methodically, and temptingly down the torso of another woman as she captures her wrists and legs with the rope. Spectators sit on the velvet couches scattered around the room, some watching, some stroking themselves, some stroking other guests. House techno music pumps through the speakers, although it’s not loud enough to drown out the orgasmic screams of some of the more adventurous guests who are plastered against the walls on either side of us, fucking like they’re being filmed for PornHub.

  Heaven backs against me as the bondage continues, the goddess now on her knees, sucking on the clit of her captive. Two other goddesses emerge from corners of the room wearing massive strap-on dildos. Each has on a headpiece in a different color. The one with the red headdress sidles up to the captive, flicking her clit as she thrusts the dildo into her ass while the goddess on the floor wearing the blue headdress is flipped onto her stomach on the black fur rug. The goddess in gold slides against her, grasping her tits and kneading them as she thrusts the dildo into her pussy.

  Heaven watches, her mouth parting slightly. Her eyes are glued to the erotic scene in front of us, and I see her run a hand down the front of her dress. I don’t even think she realized she did it, but it tells me she’s enjoying the view, and that makes my cock strain against my pants.

  “Come on,” I murmur against her ear, gently tugging her backward.

  She looks up at me, lust pooling in her heated gaze.

  “You liked it,” I say, a seductive smir
k tugging at my lips.

  “I loved it,” she breathes.

  “It’s complete freedom,” I murmur. “No inhibitions, no judgments. You just do what feels good.”

  She backs up into a wall, looking up at me from under her long, thick lashes. “Is that how you let go?”

  I close the space between us, my mouth hovering over her deep red lips. “Out there, maintaining control is the most important way to gain respect and loyalty, the only way to become all-powerful.”

  She nods, breathless. “And in here?”

  I slide my hand against the wall nearest her face, leaning closer still, her heartbeat thumping wildly against me. “In here, I don’t worry about loyalty or respect. I can let myself go, be whoever I want to be, do whatever I want to do.”

  “You don’t care about control in here?”

  “I always care about control, Heaven.”

  “So how can you relax and enjoy yourself if you’re so worried about controlling everything?”

  “Because the kind of control I crave here doesn’t have to do with my livelihood. It has to do with pleasure — for me…” I pause. “And whomever I’m with.”

  She swallows hard. “Show me more,” she rasps, arching her back and pressing her tits against my chest.

  Show me more.

  Is she kidding me?

  I’m so fucking ready to explode, that the next room I want to show her is my own private one.

  It’s hard to tear my eyes off of her body poured into that tight black dress. It’s a different one than she wore to the first party when we met, but it’s equally scandalous.

  And it’ll look even more fucking incredible puddled on the carpet in my VIP room.

  Heaven looks at me, piercing my soul with those crystal-blue eyes, her red lips parted seductively. “I need more.”

  It takes everything in me to not unzip her dress right here in the hallway. And even though my fingers twitch with repressed wanting, I resist the temptation. It almost chokes me, but I ignore it.

  For now.

  She grabs my hand and slides away from the wall, pulling me along as she wanders farther into my erotic playground. Heaven teeters backward, her heavy-hooded gaze making the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.

  A fireball of heat explodes in my gut, smoldering desire flooding my insides. I walk, letting her lead the way toward her next guilty pleasure.

  Christ knows, there are plenty to choose from down here.

  She presses herself to my side as we explore the different viewing rooms until she pushes her way through a crowd gathered at the end of the corridor. The walls shake from the vibration of the music, and in the center of the room is a large California king bed adorned with wine-colored silk bedding and matching throw pillows scattered around the space. The room itself is paneled with gold, but the lack of light casts shadows that make it look darker than it actually is.

  So does the scene unfolding in front of us.

  A muscular man is on his knees fucking a new goddess adorned in silver against the headboard. He pounds her like a dog in heat, the elaborate wooden board thumping hard against the wall. She sits on her knees, matching his intense thrusts. Her tits bounce as he drives into her, harder and faster, her screams piercing the air. Two other goddesses in gold move toward the bed, their arms and legs entwined as they devour each other before getting in on the fuck fest happening right next to them. Within seconds, the guy is on his back, feasting on the pussy of one of the goddesses, while the other two take turns stroking his cock with their tongues. Other couples and threesomes move into the room, taking over the couches and wall space, the smell of sex and animal lust thick in the air. Heaven’s choked gasp makes my pulse throb.

  My dick, too.

  Heaven moves toward the bed as if in a trance, her hand still squeezing mine.

  She drags me behind her, not once even looking at me for approval.

  Sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders, she stops at the foot of the bed, turning toward me. She reaches for me, her hands tight around my hips as she lets her eyes drift closed. Her body sways to whatever tune is looping between her ears, her lush tits peeking out of the top of her dress. I run my hands down the sides of her bare arms, dragging them down to the small of her back. They graze the ends of her hair and I fist the thick, glossy locks, pulling her head backward. Her eyes float open, a vixen-like smile tugging at her lips.

  She closes the space between us, plastering herself against me, my cock thick against her. Heaven rubs herself against it, letting out a tiny moan, beyond intoxicated by the carnal bliss consuming us both.

  And that’s when I almost lose my shit…in a very bad way.

  The guy, the star of the goddess orgy, crawls over to Heaven, wrapping his thick arms around her waist. Her eyes fly open as she peeks over her shoulder, a look of shock blanketing her features. As quickly as the shock appears, it’s replaced with an inviting smile.

  What in the ever loving fuck?

  “Come here, gorgeous,” he growls, pulling her toward the bed. She falls back onto the comforter, her dress riding up as he drags her toward the other goddesses.

  It takes me a second too long to process what’s happening right in front of my disbelieving eyes, and before I can speak a word, my hand is pressed against the guy’s jugular. “Since you didn’t bother asking permission, I’m not either,” I hiss. “Get your fucking hands off of her now.”

  The guy’s eyes widen, and he lets her go immediately when my grip on him tightens. “Sorry, man. I just figured since she came over, she wanted to get in on the action.”

  I pull Heaven away from the bed and drop my hand from the guy’s neck, an angry red mark branded onto his flesh. “Don’t fucking figure ever again.”

  I twist around, my arm tight around Heaven’s waist as we push through the crowd of voyeurs still gaping at the scene. We sidestep the people spread out on the floor, fucking like rabbits, trying not to stumble and make any of them unintentional threesomes.

  I finally get Heaven out of the room and push her against the wall, my throat tight and my cock dripping with precum just from watching her, enraptured with the salacious scene. My voice is low and harsh as I hiss into her ear. “Did you like his arms around you? His fucking sweaty body against yours?” I wind my fingers through her hair, rage flooding my veins for some crazy reason.

  Of course, the guy would have thought she was down to get gang-banged.

  He really should have asked her first before touching, but in the heat of the moment?

  I get that the lust clouded his judgment.

  She’s fucking incredible and I’d be focused on getting her naked, too.

  But still, she let him grab her…let him put his hands all over her…let him feel her tits and her ass.

  My tits and my ass.

  She gasps and I pull harder on her hair, this woman, this ‘means to an end’ of mine.

  I’ve been feeding myself the same bullshit since she wiggled her way under my skin, and now it’s prickled and crawling with all things her…all things I want to feel…all things I want her to do to me.

  I can’t deny these feelings anymore.

  Now I just need to figure out how to keep them from completely derailing my plans.

  Tomorrow.

  Because tonight, I want my hands all over her, to caress them over every inch of her luscious body as I bury my dick deep inside of her perfect, pink pussy.

  I’ll worry about everything else, including how to deal with her asshole brother, in the morning.

  Late morning.

  “Answer me,” I growl louder.

  Her eyes are so wide, they look like they might just pop out of her skull. “I…I didn’t want his hands.” She pauses, biting down hard on her lower lip. “I wanted yours.”

  “Do you think you deserve them after that?” I press my forehead against hers, her lips close enough for me to bite.

  She pauses for a split second, then nods.


  “I told you I’d bring you here tonight to show you what happens when you disobey me. Now you’ve let someone else touch you, which is even worse.” My pulse throbs against my throat, adrenaline flooding my insides. So much control, lost in a goddamn hot second. These are my fucking rules, nobody else’s! My skin crawls with the knowledge that the curves of her body were just worshipped by another pair of hands. An overwhelming urge to go back into that room and strangle that guy takes hold, and the only thing that keeps me rooted to this spot is Heaven and her wide-eyed stare. “Nobody touches what’s mine. Do you understand that? I don’t fucking share…ever.”

  Her hands travel down the sides of my torso as she nods. “Okay.”

  “No wife of mine will ever disobey me,” I hiss. “Or there will be consequences.”

  “Are you going to punish me now?” she says in a sultry tone. “Because if you don’t, I have to warn you…I might keep being bad…”

  My self-control is almost all but lost at this point.

  A chill shuttles through me as I dig my fingertips into the small of her back, drawing her near. She’s goading me because she wants this…wants me. “Are you threatening me? Do you think that’ll make me back down?”

  She cocks her head to the side. “I’m just saying that you’re making a lot of promises about keeping me in line. When are you going to deliver on them?”

  I lace my fingers with hers and wordlessly pull her along next to me. We walk down the hallway, toward the direction of the back entrance. I dig into my pocket for a key ring and slide one of the keys in the lock, pushing open the door to reveal my own private space. No clubgoers are permitted in this area. It’s for my use only, for times when I was so choked for control that I needed to release the negative energy pumping hard through my veins.

  Like now.

  I step aside so that Heaven can move into the space, and I lock the door once it closes.

  She does a half turn, gazing at me from under her eyelashes, a challenge sparking in the depths. “So, what are you going to do with me?”