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  A pleasant tingle begins to build, my muscles tightening with the delicious sensation. Pleasure spikes, my mind spiraling down the sweet hole of satisfaction drawing me in like an addict. I will never get enough of a man licking my pussy clean. It’s exhilarating, to have them before me, surrendering to my every whim. “Yes,” I murmur, running my thumb along the scruff on Fritz’s jaw, imagining it belonging to another.

  I’m interrupted by a British accent laced with fury. “Having fun, darling?”

  My eyes shoot to the opening of the hall, widening as they meet Maximillian’s. “M-Max?” I gasp as my orgasm crests and I nearly keel over from the impact. “You’re supposed to be busy,” I comment needlessly. He’s not supposed to be home for a while. I made sure of it.

  His lips spread into a wide, malicious grin. “Oh, Ismerlda, you’ve been a bad, bad little bird. You’re toying with the help again,” he states, striding towards us. His jacket’s off, his shirt sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular forearms. His top’s still tucked into his slacks, but his light hair appears a bit mussed, making him even more disarming than usual.

  “You’ve taken away all of my fun,” I pout, ready to stir up a fight and attempt to pin the blame on him.

  “Oh no you don’t. I warned you I won’t share you with any bloody wanker, and trust me when I say that he’ll be bloody all right.”

  “I’m bored. I wanted to play.”

  My proclamation only spurs him on. He chuckles darkly. “Oh we’ll play all right,” he promises. In my next breath, Fritz is on the floor, bleeding out. Max moves like lightning, jabbing Fritz in the side of his neck with a sharp blade, then moving the slashes lower along his abdomen. Blood goes everywhere, ruining the newly cleaned floor.

  I meet his gaze, only now he peers at me as if I’m the prey.

  The trust of the innocent is

  the liar’s most useful tool.

  – Stephen King

  I’m fucking enraged, positively boiling inside. Walking into my apartment, excited to see my fiancée, only to discover another man sunk between Ismerlda’s thighs had me seeing red. I wish I hadn’t killed him so quickly. I have the building desire for torture, yet I don’t want to hurt my future wife. I promised myself I wouldn’t do that to her, nor allow another to after I’d had her kidnapped.

  However, her little rebuke of my earlier rules about other blokes has my mind twisting with all the possible consequences I can inflict on her. I was bargaining for her father’s life with Dante again today, attempting to save her family for her, but no more. If the Vendettis want the daft Italian dead, so be it; they can have her father. He has my blessing after catching Ismerlda in the middle of breaking my trust. My dear fiancée will learn that her actions have consequences. Will it hurt her? Of course, but I’m far too selfish to give a flying fuck. I’m angry.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she spouts, picking a fight. She does this every time I corner her, reminding me of an alley cat ready to spar. “I told you I do what I want.” She shoves at me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, or anything else for that matter.”

  I don’t move, not even sway. I’m much stronger and larger than she is and I’m using it to my advantage at the moment. “You’re only like this because I haven’t fucked you yet. Admit it, you need my cock.”

  She snorts. “Oh get over yourself, Brit boy. I don’t want you.”

  I decide to go with a dose of truth. Perhaps she needs reminding. “Who do you believe you’re fooling? Every time I touch you, you light on fire for me, not to mention I remember the night at the bar quite clearly. Perhaps you’d had too much to drink, but that wasn’t the case for me. I knew exactly who you were the moment I saw you, brandishing that extra-dirty martini.”

  I move a step closer, saying, “When you found out about the potential union between us, you hunted me down. Showed up in a short, black ‘fuck me’ dress and raped me with your stare. Then you stalked my arse outside to witness me thoroughly having my knob sucked. I saw how you looked at me, how you watched that trollup take my big, fat cock. You think that entire time I wasn’t aware of who you were? That I hadn’t already seen your picture or had you followed by the crew?”

  I release a growl, my body locked tight, spun with passion for her. She’s infuriating, yet I’ve never yearned for a woman so intensely in my life. Instead of acknowledging it, I continue. “Pretend all you want that I’m the one who initially came after you. We both know you want to be fucked by me—you need it. Fight against it now, darling. Tell your sopping wet cunt it has to wait yet again to be fucked by me.”

  Her lips part, the luscious pout tauntingly drawing me in. She’s a seductress. Everything about her from the silky black waterfall of hair I can’t get enough of, to her fiery temper lashing out at me, and the scent of her dripping cunt beckons me to her. Her allure silently teases me, my libido enraged that I haven’t had her in entirety. I’ve held back, no matter how taxing it’s been…I’ve held back. Until now.

  “You’re angry, you’re bloody furious at yourself right now because you’re well aware that you want my cock filling your sopping hole. I’m waiting, lovey. Drop your skimpy dress and come to me. Let me fuck you and finally make you see that you’re mine.”

  “You think I can’t control myself? You forget, Maximillian Macintosh, I can have any of the men that work for me. I’ve had most of them on their knees at one point or another, licking my pussy. So while I’ll admit that I enjoyed watching that whore choke on your dick that night, and the way you gazed at me, pinning me with irises full of desire, I won’t spread my thighs at a snap of your fingers. I don’t need you, you see. Whether my cunt is wet or not, it doesn’t mean it’s for you.”

  She spins around, striding towards the bedroom. I’ve mercilessly demanded she sleep in there, next to me. She only makes it to the doorway before I’m storming after her, snatching her shoulder. My grip is firm, punishing, after her cutting outburst.

  Ismerlda’s tongue has teeth when she’s fired up and gives a brutal lashing. Her mistake is counting on it to push me away, to dig deep. She’s completely mistaken, as that emotion in her does the absolute opposite. My dick is an anvil in my slacks right now, so fucking hard and ready. I want to pound her with it, bruise her thighs and hear her whimpers as I show her what she’s been missing from the moment she eye fucked me in the bar.

  “You will have no more men,” I declare firmly, brokering no room for argument. “None from your dreadful family anyhow. They’ll work for me, and no one will touch you, fiancée. I’ll kill anyone that touches that succulent cunt, I’ve already warned you. Don’t take me for a fool, Ismerlda. I enjoy the carnage, and I will bloody devour the motherfuckers.”

  My other hand reaches for her, and in the next instant, I’m grasping the thin dress material. I rip the entire back out along the seam, ruining it forever. She’s completely naked underneath, and the sight of her flesh has me stalling. My breath hitches at having her at my mercy. The sight of her perfect skin has me gritting my teeth and letting loose a harsh slap against her arse cheek.

  “You enjoy acting like a whore with all those random men eating your cunt, don’t you? Well, you’re my fucking whore, now. No others!”

  She moves a bit forward, and I swear she jiggles her arse at me on purpose. She enjoyed that spank a bit much, if I’m reading her right. I’ve never had a problem with women’s cues. Her perky tush pushes backward, begging for another, and I oblige. The crack from my palm meeting her bottom echoes through the room, my groin tightening in response. My balls ache to release my jets of cum all over her. She’s nearly my wife now; she belongs to me. I don’t know when I’ve become so damn possessive over her, but it’s happened, and it’s only worsened with time.

  “You need to be fucked, just look at you! Let me in this pussy, now, Ismerlda. No more waiting. You’ve got my ring on your finger, there’s nothing left for you to push me with.”

  “Yes,” she breathily gives in, and my
fingers move to her waist. Easily lifting her curvy frame, I toss her to the bed. Her hands and knees brace for the impact, leaving her in the most beautiful position. She’s ready and waiting for me to plow into her like some beast. I am one, but I won’t be fucking her in this moment as she expects. No. We’ll be doing things my way.

  “Spread those thighs and let me see that perfect snatch and arsehole. You’ve got me salivating, darling, you’ve no idea.”

  “You’re vulgar.”

  “You enjoy it.” I don’t deny it, but rather, reach around her waist, yanking her back until she’s exactly where I want her. Sinking one finger deep, she squirms a bit, needing more. She’s a real woman, experienced and not too shy to tell me exactly what she wants. It’s enticing, beckoning my shaft to come out and join the party. I’m attempting to exercise some patience, although I’m not sure how well that’ll work out in the end. “Brilliant,” I croon as I feel her warmth.

  “More, harder!” she demands, causing my grin to widen.

  “You a sucker for pain, lovey? Would you prefer I torture you a bit prior to allowing you to come? I’d enjoy nothing more than to tie you down and allow you to beg.”

  “No. You already had your chance at seeing me tied up. Never again, Max,” she rebukes, and I can’t say I blame her. She’s still a bit miffed about her being kidnapped and tied to the chair it appears.

  “Must you say never? It’s so early.” I add a second finger, pushing deep. It hits the spot as she bears down, swaying her hips with my movements. “Mm, you’re a sight to behold,” I utter, relishing in her juices soaking my fingers. “Spread a bit so I can get a good look. I certainly don’t want to miss you riding my hand.” I pull my hand free, slipping the other between her legs and plunging the fingers back in. I want to watch her pussy suck my fingers inside her entrance as her pleasure grows. “Soaking wet, and perfect.”

  “Your fingers feel good, but your tongue would feel better.”

  I release a chuckle, shaking my head. She can see the movements straight ahead in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Chicago. My apartment’s in a prime location, the views are spectacular, but I’d settle for nothing less. “You’re eager, for someone who despises me. I’m not complaining. I enjoy how your body reacts to me. I should’ve slid your panties to the side and fingered you sooner.”

  “I need it.”

  “You’re desperate to be touched, Ismerlda?”

  “Yes. I need to come, badly.”

  “Well then, allow me to help you out with that. For future reference, if you want the men around you to keep their lives, then I’ll be the only one touching you like this,” I state, kissing over her smooth shoulder. She’s unbelievably provocative and doesn’t realize the half of it. I understand why the guards fall to their knees so willingly: Ismerlda’s positivity enchanting. Hell, she has me wanting to obey, and I’m not that type of man. I give the orders, not the other way around.

  I trail kisses along her opposite shoulder, using both hands on her. I plunge three fingers deep and use my free hand to rub her clit. She begins to shake almost instantaneously from my caress. “That’s it, beautiful. Give in and take what you desire,” I croon in between my lips meeting her flesh.

  Her head falls back, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she moans loudly.

  “More,” I order. “Let me hear how badly you want this.”

  “Yes!”

  “Say my name, darling. Remember who’s giving you this pleasure.”

  “Maximillian, yes!”

  “Fuck, you’re a goddess right now. I can’t wait to strip you bare and sink my cock deep into this drenched pussy. I want your juices all over me. Jesus, you smell divine.”

  “Oh!” she screams one last time as her body trembles with the final tide of her orgasm. Her right hand reaches for me, griping my forearm tightly. She holds me still, her forehead falling to my bicep below her body as she pants.

  Leaning to her ear, I quietly ask, “Feel better now?”

  “Mm, much better.”

  “Good. Let’s get you tucked in. I need to have Andre come pick up this body.” She loosens her hold, not relinquishing my arm completely as I pull my opposite hand out of her heat. I help her crawl up to the pillows and get under the blanket. Her cheeks are still a touch flushed, her chest moving quicker than usual. I want to shuck my trousers and hop in to finish this night with my own orgasm, but I hold myself back. I don’t know what is making me take my time with her, but something inside is telling me to wait.

  I lightly graze my knuckle along her striking jawline and then head back for the hallway. I’m hard as steel, my slacks tented with my arousal. Hopefully, cleaning up the blood and dead body will help distract me enough to get my shaft to go back down.

  I dig my mobile free and inform Andre I need a body pickup, then shoot off a text to Joker, letting him know we need to discuss our strategy. I meant it earlier about Ismerlda’s consequences and plan to carry out my decision. Vincenzo Castelano will die amongst the rest of the Five Families. Ismerlda will be my wife, and she’ll learn her actions have repercussions. I don’t care if it’s wrong to kill someone’s family, T will understand after what he did to procure Grace. He set up men coming after her and put a hit out on her himself all to get her to run right into his arms. The plan fell into place brilliantly. I was skeptical in the beginning, but nevertheless, he persevered. I’m determined to come out of this on top as well.

  Andre responds to me quickly, showing up at my flat shortly after I’ve phoned him. I close my bedroom door as Ismerlda’s sleeping peacefully and I don’t want her disturbed with us moving this body. Andre takes one look at the bloody corpse still on the floor and says, “I’ll call a few of the guys to set up outside your place and keep watch. Any suspicions on who he was working for?”

  I wave him off. “No need. The dead bloke worked for Vincenzo.”

  “He put a hit on you? Does he have a death wish?”

  I shake my head. “No, this wanker was here with Ismerlda. He posed no threat to me. I killed him anyhow.”

  He silently shakes his head, dragging the deceased fella onto a plastic sheet. “Should I go nab her friend to keep her company? Is she a mess over his death? I don’t hear anything. Figured she’d be freaking out.”

  “Leave the woman alone. My bird is asleep in our bed. She’s calm and needs for nothing.”

  He stares at me skeptically. Not that I can blame him. He’s seen me go off the handles several times. He’s probably silently wondering if Ismerlda’s still breathing. Had she been anyone else, she wouldn’t be.

  “What? Just say whatever you’re thinking, mate.”

  “I’m surprised is all. She’s still marrying you after the kidnapping, and now this as well? Most women would be terrified and calling the authorities.”

  “Of course. She believes she’s saving her father, amongst her other family. She’ll do what she needs to. The female is strong and stubborn. Far more than I initially gave her credit for. Perhaps this marriage won’t all be a disaster after all.”

  “With the wedding this week, I still think it’s a good idea to have extra men around, looking out.”

  I agree. “So long as any tossers know whom she belongs to. I won’t hesitate in killing them if they touch her. I don’t want them speaking or looking her way. I’m liable to hurt them if I catch them.”

  “Right.” He finishes wrapping the body in thick plastic and duct tapes it in place, then moves to the door, peeking his head out the front door into the hall, calling for another member to help him. They each grab for the corpse, one at the head, another at the feet, and leave through the stairwell. It’s always empty. As for the cameras, Andre’s good about that sort of thing. He’ll make sure the footage is scrubbed along with retracing his steps for any blood or other incriminating evidence. I wouldn’t have him work so closely with me if he was an imbecile.

  With a sigh, I lock the thick steel door and unbutton my shir
t on my way to our bedroom. I toss it into the hamper along with my pants for disposal, then lose my socks, briefs, and singlet to the hamper for the cleaning lady. She handles the regular wash along with dropping the others at the cleaners. I opt for a swift shower to wash away the remaining blood, not wanting to dirty my fresh sheets. After it’s all said and done, I eventually crawl into bed next to the headstrong Italian beauty three hours later. For the first time since she’s moved in, I don’t silently stew beside her, listening to her breathe.

  Cleaning up bodies has taken away too much time in my life, yet I’d do it nightly, if it meant I could touch Ismerlda as I did tonight. The memory of her earlier, creaming around my fingers, is what I drift off to.

  “Her father dies,” I immediately lead with the change of plans as we sit in on another meeting with none other than Dante fucking Vendetti. I suppose I should be pleased with the prospect of us discovering a mutual ground we can work together on rather than going to war with the New York mob. Doesn’t mean I’m thrilled with being in the tosser’s presence today, or any day for that matter.

  “Hm. I thought your fiancée’s papa was a crucial part of your bargaining for the other famiglia’s whereabouts. Didn’t you say you needed him for a vote?” he states, and I nod.

  “Indeed. However, she’s to be taught a lesson.”

  He grunts but says nothing in return. He needn’t comment on it though. I already heard a full spiel from Thaddaeus about me potentially messing everything up. He should have more faith, as I know what I’m doing, and in Ismerlda’s case, how far I can push her. “I’ve discussed your proposition with my fratelli. The Capo accepts your terms of peace and agrees to hold up his end of the bargain. You give me the information I seek, I kill whomever I see fit and in the end, only two names remain at the Table of the Five Famiglias.”

  “Thaddaeus Morelli and Matteo Vendetti,” I respond for everyone, tilting my head towards T. This is all for him. Vendetti may be at the table alongside him for the time being, but there’s no mistake in my mind that the Joker will run Chicago. He’s already feared and respected throughout the city, but this turn of events will finally shoot him to where he wants and deserves to be.