Her eyes opened wide, her mouth going slack. She had no idea that she’d walked into the den of the devil himself and in order to protect her, I’d be required to break her in every sense.
Something I would enjoy tremendously.
There was nothing subtle about my hard fucking, my brutal actions shoving her hard against the edge of the desk. With every savage plunge, she pushed back, accepting this phase of her punishment. Everything about this was incredible, far too perfect. I was lost in the moment, not realizing that we had an audience.
Fuck.
I refused to stop my actions as I turned my head, eyeing the family consigliere. While Armando Graziano’s face held a flat expression, I already knew of his contempt for the way I handled business. This was no different. For him to come to my home meant my father had important business on the horizon and I would venture a guess I knew why.
“Is there something you need, Armando?” I asked, breathless from the delicious exertion.
“You weren’t answering your calls. Now I can see why,” Armando said between clenched teeth, obvious disgust on his face. He’d always complained about my playboy attitude, concerned I’d fuck up my father’s level of control.
“I’ve had business to attend to,” I retorted as I rubbed my hand on the small of Sierra’s back. I heard her frustrated whimpers and kept from lashing out at the man. He was my father’s best friend after all, had been with the family since the inception, a man my father trusted without question, although I’d often wondered about his loyalty. “What do you want? Get to the point.”
“Your father has called a meeting and you need to be in attendance.”
“When?”
“Tonight. Dinner. You’re very well aware of the location. Seven o’clock.”
Yeah, my father’s favorite Italian restaurant, a greasy spoon where he’d conducted business since the early seventies.
“Fine. I’ll be there and Armando, make certain the door is locked on the way out.” I turned back toward Sierra, my anger brimming the surface once again. One of the soldiers sent by Dante had allowed him into the house. I could see I’d have to tighten the reins in another area. Not even my father dared enter my house without an invitation. Armando was sniffing.
“Very well, but don’t disappoint him, Lorenzo. There are important details to cover.”
I’d been summoned.
When he was gone, I thrust harder and faster, my breathing strangled from the unsettled feeling furrowing inside. Her pleasured screams only fueled the already raging fire. Soon, my beast would claw to the surface. Soon, I would usurp my control.
Soon, I would have everything I desired.
And nothing was going to stop me.
The moment I exploded inside, filling the lovely woman with my seed, I realized that she just might be my salvation.
Sierra
Owned.
A single chill shifted down my spine from the thought. I felt like I’d woken up in a snow globe, the thick Plexiglas resistant to shattering.
Unlike my heart or my mind.
I rubbed my fingers across my lips, as if Lorenzo had kissed me. What a joke. He’d spanked and fucked me, reminding me of his rules. I’d come to the den of the devil. I’d accepted the deal. I closed my eyes, wincing as the visions tore through my mind once again.
Shock.
That’s what Lorenzo had mentioned more than once, that I was still in shock from the experience. Perhaps I was. The entire night had played over in my mind several times, frame by frame, every image more horrible than the one before. I would never forget the killer’s face or the jagged scar from cheek to chin and his evil grin. He’d relished in the kill, taking his time to slash the knife across Lucas’ throat while I watched in horror.
The blood had gushed, splattering me and I’d stood there, paralyzed from terror as well as an understanding that I had nowhere to go. I’d trusted Lucas, allowing him to take me to the godforsaken place, a dark alley where he’s stored some precious gift of information and I’d been stupid enough to play along. While I’d met him in the cozy little bar where we’d had several conversations before, he’d insisted I come with him. Jesus. What had I been thinking? He’d seemed antsy, sweat beading on his upper lip, his eyes scanning the place as well as the street just outside the window. I’d never seen him so fearful, as if the boogeyman was hanging around outside, waiting to drag him into hell.
Well, that had occurred, although it had taken a monster coming out of the shadows in order to do so. I shuddered, trying my best to calm my nerves.
All my training as a journalist had been tossed out the window, let alone the various lectures my father had given me over the years. Trust no one, only your instinct. Well, my instinct had been screaming that the entire situation was a setup. Corruption. The word had been brought to my attention on a cold, rainy night in January, the hushed call merely a tip and nothing more.
There’d been no names mentioned, only powerful and influential people who would rock Chicago to its core. Naturally, I’d been intrigued.
Those few words had started me digging, learning more about the Movino cartel, a group that had gained more power during the last few years. While they’d initially been comprised of glorified drug dealers, they’d quickly moved into other areas of business, including extortion of powerful people.
I’d worked hard on developing a story, building details. Only my boss had known what I was working on, except for Lucas. Even my boss had grown more concerned with every detail I added. He knew how excited I’d been since the majority of my stories had been about break-ins and other low-level crimes. My big break.
Yet after all the hard work, the pieces hadn’t been falling together, which prompted me to confront Lucas. Provide absolute proof or I would never talk to him again. He resisted but called me later, making an offer I couldn’t refuse.
I hadn’t told my father a thing, although I’d been aware for some time that he was working on exposing Axel Movino for the madman he truly was.
Then there was the Francesco family.
The news had depicted the murder as one of the most horrible crimes that had occurred all year. The death of such an important man’s son was front page news, every television station in the city camped out while the police were still investigating. I could barely stand to watch the play by play, especially when one of the tenacious reporters had attempted to interview Senator Spalding. I’d turned off the television, disgusted from watching.
I glared at the top of the dresser, the indiscriminate white box intriguing. I knew better than to think there was lingerie or diamonds placed inside. I’d avoided looking inside for the better part of an hour. As I walked closer, my nerves frazzled, I wondered how I could have fallen so far so fast, leaving a man like Lorenzo to pick up the pieces.
When I finally built up the courage to open the flap, pulling back the pretty pink tissue paper, I bit back an agonizing moan. Nestled inside were three anal plugs, all in different sizes. I felt sick inside, realizing that he wasn’t playing a game of any kind. He’d issued a direct command. Maybe he was testing me to see if I was worthy of being given his good graces and protection services.
I’d never worn a damn plug. I’d never even considered something so… I couldn’t think of the appropriate word. Tensing, I reached out, skating the tip of my finger across the smallest one. I had no idea how anyone could stand wearing something so nasty. I noticed he’d scrawled instructions, the note tucked into the side.
You are allowed to insert the smallest plug; however, you will wear it at all times. Do not disobey me.