“You use these often?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Not at all, actually. I’ve been waiting for the right woman to break them in.”
“I think I’m up for the challenge,” she says, twisting around and slowly unzipping the back of her dress. I slide the beaded straps off of her thin shoulders and then the rest of the dress over her hips so that it pools around her feet, a giant puddle of white beads and sparkling stones. She gathers her hair off of her shoulders as I take in her lithe body clad only in a bright blue lace thong. “You like?” she asks. “It’s my something blue.”
“I like very fucking much,” I growl, pulling her close and burying my lips in the smooth column of her neck. I breathe her in, the scent of vanilla, wedding cake, and whiskey filling me with warmth and comfort.
A fucking odd combination, but it’s Heaven.
She fumbles with the buttons on my shirt, giving up pretty quickly and finally just pulling it open. Buttons fly into the air and she giggles, pushing it off my shoulders. “I’m so impatient,” she murmurs, nodding at the walls of kink to her left and right. “And I am damn anxious to have you use some of that on me.”
My cock strains against my pants, which, regrettably, are still on. Just the thought of me lashing her with one of my floggers has my dick dripping.
“We have a lot of options here.” Her provocative tone makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. Much like my cock. “Now, Matteo. What exactly are you going to do to me?” she asks, her legs falling open invitingly.
I crawl on top of her, my face hovering against hers. “You're the one who brought me here. What do you want happen?”
“I want you to make me feel, Matteo. I want to feel everything. I want to feel pain. I want to feel love. I want to feel excitement and arousal. I want to feel it all, for the first time, together with you.” A seductive smile creeps across her face. “Make love to me, Matteo. Give me all you have. Show me what our forever will feel like.”
I loop my fingers into the waistband of her panties and I slide them down over her thighs, pulling them off one ankle at a time before letting the soft lace flutter to the floor. I gather her into my arms, her back arching delicately. I run the palm of my hand down the creamy white skin of her abdomen and over her hips. Hovering over her, I slide my tongue over her prickled flesh, navigating a path up to her heaving breasts, kneading them with my hands and flicking her taut, pink buds with my tongue and teeth.
Heaven lets out a squeal, her legs tightening around me as I feast on her. She tastes so sweet, yet sinful at the same time, like our decadent chocolate wedding cake.
I graze my lips with hers, tugging at her lower lip with my teeth as I swallow her moans. Our tongues coil together, heat flooding my insides as she infuses my whole being in a way I’d never before allowed anyone to do.
She commands my heart, but I still command her body.
When I pull away, my breaths short and sharp, she wiggles underneath me, angling her body to draw me back toward her. I smile. “Soon,” I whisper.
Then with one quick motion, I flip her onto her stomach. I quickly cuff her wrists and ankles to the restraints and sit on my knees, gazing at her lying flat on the mattress. She's completely restrained, completely at my mercy. And that seems to be exactly what she wants and what she needs right now. It’s what she begged me to do...to show her what our future looks like, to make her feel, and to give her all of me.
I’m all too happy to comply because it's the same thing I need.
I know how conflicted she was today, how confused she was to hear of the unfortunate circumstances.
And I only added salt to the wound by lying to her about Dominguez.
When she finds out the truth, what I want for our future won’t matter because by then, she’ll be gone. Maybe not in body, but in heart and spirit.
God, that would be so much fucking worse.
Staring at everything you want for your life, knowing it wants nothing to do with you.
But I bury all of that for now. My objectives right now are two-fold — keep her safe and make sure she feels the most intense pleasure that she’s ever conceived of in that beautiful and twisted mind of hers.
Those are my goals.
I look at the wall of sin, eyeing the toys.
Falling short on either of them isn’t an option.
I walk over to my display of floggers, selecting one that has soft black leather strands attached to the end. Her perfect ass is puckered and pointing straight into the air.
Oh, holy fuck, I want more than anything to sink my teeth into that plump flesh and then bury my dick inside of it. But first I need to make her beg for it.
For me.
I drag the leather strands down her spine and she shivers, bracing herself for what comes next.
Namely, her, if I do my job right.
Heaven moans into the mattress as I slap the leather tassels against her ass, once, twice, three times.
She yelps. “I need more!” She writhes against the mattress. “I need to feel your hands on me and your cock inside of me.”
“Ask me the right way,” I murmur against her hair. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Please, Matteo! Please fuck me!”
With a thumping heart, I toss the flogger to the side of the bed, digging my fingertips into the globes of her ass. I fall to my knees in front of her, sliding my tongue in between her cheeks. She moans into the comforter as I work my tongue around her tight rim of muscle. I slide my fingers into her pussy, her lips clenching around me like the best kind of vise...one I want clamped around me for a fucking lifetime because it feels so incredible. Her walls clench my digits tight as I drive them deeper and deeper inside of her.
She squeals and grinds against my fingers, bucking her ass into my greedy mouth. I drag them out, licking off her juices before I bring my palm against her ass. It makes a satisfying smack, leaving a bright pink mark on her skin.
I’ve just branded her. My wife. The woman whom I’m convinced more and more was meant for me, regardless of business or money. Her pussy was made for my cock, her ass made for my hand.
She fists the comforter, her body quivering and trembling. As I slide my fingers back inside of her soaked pussy, her desire flows over my fingers, filling my mouth.
I drink it in, the sweet nectar slipping down my throat. I savor every drop before I hiss at her, “I haven't given you permission to come.”
But she’s in too much of a state to even respond, not even to squeak out a plea for release. I recoil, smacking her ass again and again until she lets out a small cry. “I need to see you,” she rasps. “Please let me watch you come. I want to stare into your eyes when you give yourself to me.”
Oh, Christ. My cock throbs between my legs, and it won’t be long before it erupts like a fucking active volcano. I uncuff her, turning her over. She gazes up at me, her chest heaving. Her eyes glitter with unbridled passion as she raises herself up from the mattress. Her hands attack my pants with vigor, pushing them to the floor. “This is taking way too long,” she murmurs.
“I don't normally tolerate backtalk in this room,” I say with a smirk.
“You’re going to have to get used to it,” she retorts in a snarky tone, one that makes my cock rival a steel beam. She grasps my thick shaft, stroking it with her soft hands and taking my balls into her mouth.
I gasp, knowing my staying power is in serious jeopardy the longer any parts of my dick reside in her mouth. I give her a gentle shove backward onto the mattress, my legs straddling her body. But my girl is relentless. She leans up, swiping her tongue over the swollen head. She teases the slit, making my core tense and tighten before she once again takes me into her mouth, stroking me long and hard with that devious tongue of hers. This time, I let her. The deep ache in my core paralyzes me, desperately in need of relief.
When she stops, a smile stretches across her face and she drags a finger across her glistening lips. “Now,�
� she says, gazing at me from under thick, dark lashes. “Give me my wedding present.”
I grin down at her. “But it's not wrapped.”
She laughs out a soft giggle. “Good.”
I lower myself on top of her, plunging into her slick opening. Both of us gasp in unison as my cock throbs inside of her, stretching her wide. I crush my lips against hers, devouring her like she’s my last meal on Earth. My tongue pokes between her lips, delving into her hot, wet mouth.
Her legs lock around my ankles, beckoning me, drawing me in deep. She thrusts her hips against me, each one pulling my dick deeper and deeper into her erotic abyss. I wrapped one arm around her waist, digging my fingertips into the small of her back, urging her body upward. Perspiration pebbles our skin as our bodies rock against each other, slick with sweat, flushed with lust.
I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me so I can feel that sweet pussy clench me like only she can. I want Heaven in control this time. I want to give that to her. I want to trust myself to give that to someone else. She's the only one who will ever get all of me.
My chest muscles tense each time her nipples drag against them. She trembles with each drive of her hips, sinking all the way down my length so that my entire dick is buried deep within her.
Our limbs are entwined, our bodies attacking each other with an unparalleled fervor, our souls joined in a way I never imagined possible. I figured we’d eventually fuck. I never figured we’d make love. And I sure as hell didn’t anticipate it happening so quickly.
Two weeks ago, we became engaged for business purposes, and now we're connected in all other senses of the word.
She rides me hard and then slows her movements, her pussy clamping around my cock slowly, methodically, and maddeningly. Each clench of her lips makes my cock pulsate harder. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close enough so that my lips crash against hers. I slide my index finger in between the globes as I massage them, kneading the flesh and smacking it to hear that beautiful sound her mouth makes when she’s about to come.
And I know she is. I can feel it…her.
I slip my finger into her tight hole, slowly stretching her. Her pussy clenches me even tighter and her soft mewls morph into full-fledged wails. I drive my cock harder, plundering her core as I plunge my finger deeper. She throws her head back, tremors quaking her body as the orgasm tears through her.
I squeeze my eyes shut as my groin tightens and my cock explodes inside of her, my hot cum filling her, giving her everything I have.
Just like she wanted.
She's the first one I’ve surrendered to, and she will be the last.
Chapter Twenty-One
Matteo
I crack open my eyes the next morning, blinking fast to wake them up. Whatever snippets of rest I may have gotten were splintered by nightmares.
Joey’s body, splayed on the pavement after the shootout, bloody and peppered with bullets.
Dominguez in his shark skin suit, warning me that death is coming and that there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Heaven in her wedding gown, bloodstains blooming over the fabric like flowers of the most morbid type.
You’d think that after the carnal wedding night activities carried out in my own private sex den, my mind would have been too fried to do much else than succumb to sleep. My body had been zapped of all energy, but the turmoil in my head couldn’t be quelled.
Heaven passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow, but too many toxic thoughts haunted me, keeping my eyes, ears, and body alert as the hours crept past. I listened to her even breathing, marveling at how peaceful she is in a comatose state.
I wish I could experience that kind of peace.
But I gave up all hopes of that a long time ago.
I made decisions and executed plans, none of which will bring me any degree of tranquility.
My sole priority was to protect my family’s interests, business and otherwise. Heaven was never supposed to be included in that objective. She was always the pawn in this dangerous game. But things changed. I lost focus and fell in love, effectively incinerating any plans I’d put in place. Now, my job is two-fold — protect the family and my wife, at all costs.
And because my priorities changed, so did the fate of my whole world.
I’m not only destructive to everything I love, but a fucking liar to boot.
When Heaven confronted me yesterday, tormented by the thought that her father was trying to push her out, I didn’t comfort her. Instead, I fed her a load of bullshit about Dominguez approaching me at the church to justify my own behavior, which was un-fucking-justifiable.
I didn’t tell my wife I loved her when she grasped my hand at the altar.
I didn’t tell her how I couldn’t take in a proper breath once I saw her walk down the aisle because she was that magnificent of a vision.
I didn’t tell her how fucking lucky I am to have her in my life.
Instead, I pretended to be preoccupied with Dominguez’s threats about taking Conor’s life.
I think about how happy she was last night at our wedding reception, smiling and laughing with her family. Things between her and her father even seemed amicable, despite recent events. She was relaxed. She was excited. And she seemed hopeful.
I feel like I've just torn that hope right out of her grasp, and there's nothing I can do to salvage it.
I stealthily slide out of the bed, leaving her undisturbed. She lies next to me on her stomach, arms clutching the pillow, her bright red hair fanning her face. She looks so calm and relaxed, the exact opposite of what I feel right now.
I pull on a pair of gym shorts and a sweatshirt before heading downstairs to the kitchen. I rake a hand through my hair, padding across the floor tiles. I brew a fresh pot of espresso and pour two cups, taking one outside to Gio. He can probably use it right about now since he’s been stuck in the car all night long. Besides, I need to know if he’s seen anything suspicious lurking around. He texted me a few times during the night to let me know things were quiet, but now that the sun is up, it’s a brand-new day for hell to break loose.
I slip on my Nikes and jog over to the spot where the Escalade is parked. All windows, including the windshield, are tinted…illegal but necessary…so I can’t make him out. I walk around to the driver’s side and a sharp gasp escapes my lips.
The driver’s side window has a small hole in it…a hole made by the bullet that exploded into Gio’s left temple. It didn’t shatter the whole window pane, which is probably why the police hadn’t been called. You could look fast and not even notice it.
Only someone who came close to inspect the hole would see Gio’s bloody head slumped over the steering wheel.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I grab the keys in my pocket, click to silence the car alarm, and pull open the door, pushing Gio to the passenger side. I jump into the car, turn on the ignition, and do a three-sixty into the private parking garage next to my town house. It’s set far enough back that it isn’t visible to the public and I pull the Escalade inside, shutting and locking the door.
I jump out of the truck and dart back into my house. I sure as hell wasn’t going to hang around outside waiting for the same sniper to turn his rifle on me.
The blood is fresh.
The hit happened recently.
That means the next one will be imminent.
I rush back into the house, locking everything up once again. I take the steps two at a time, peering into the bedroom to make sure Heaven is there.
And alive.
She lets out a little moan and burrows deeper into the pillow and comforter. I let out a breath and close the door before firing off a text to Roman using my burner phone.
You need to get here as soon as possible. Bring Sergio, have Dante stay with Papa at the hotel. Be fucking careful!
He responds almost immediately.
Be there in ten minutes.
I pace around my office, trying to figure out my next steps. I knew thi
s would happen. I knew this hit was coming. Dominguez promised me yesterday that it was inevitable.
Motherfucker!
In what lifetime did I really think that partnering with a scumbag drug lord would benefit my family and our organization?
The terms of my agreement with Dominguez were simple.
He didn’t just want revenge.
He wanted everything.
And I reneged on the deal. I could give up Conor and Declan without a second thought.
But I couldn’t give up Heaven.
He wanted them all…the heads of the Mulligan empire, as retribution. But not just for Santo’s death.
Conor killed Dominguez’s daughter in that standoff.
None of the Mulligans knew that, though.
Dominguez came to me with a plan to crush the Mulligans, punishing them for what Conor did to him and his family.
I was to marry Heaven so I could access half of the family’s assets. Then I was supposed to deliver Conor and Declan to Dominguez so he could dispose of them, leaving Heaven as the sole heiress.
And as of yesterday afternoon, he intends for me to step aside so that he can kill her, leaving me with everything.
It would have been a mutually beneficial agreement…except I fell in love with my own prey.
Now he’s out for blood, and mine is mixed in with that of my new in-laws.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rings. I rush to grab it, unlocking the doors and unsetting the alarm to let my brothers into the house. I hold a hand to my lips, ushering them into the office and closing the door tightly behind us.
“What the hell happened?” Sergio asks.
“Gio was hit this morning,” I say in a grave tone. “I went outside to take him an espresso and to see how things went overnight. I found him slumped over the steering wheel, his brains blown out of his goddamn ear. I pulled the truck into the garage just to get him out of sight. But this is just the beginning. Dominguez knows how to get to me. He knows how to get to Heaven.”
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