Page 9 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

He lifts himself, grabs my hips, while Dante sucks on my nipples and then bites down, causing me to unravel.

“Harder,” I cry.

“Give it to her,” Drake says, “Our little pain slut needs it.”

Dante bites down so hard I’m sure he’s drawn blood, but it sends me into a powerful orgasm that causes me to pulsate around Drake, and he groans loudly as we both come at the same time. He pulls out of me and lifts me off the table, fixing the robe, so I’m covered. He says, “Please be a good girl and eat. I know you’re exhausted, but food first and then bed.”

“I’ll eat because I’m sore. Very sore.”

Drake smirks, as if he’s pleased with himself. I sit down, move my plate in front of me, and take a bite of the now cold but still delicious lasagna. Sitting silently chewing my food, they both watch me with bizarre interest, and Drake blurts out, “If your sister is a problem, we can take care of it.”

I drop my fork and gaze at him. “Take care of it, how?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal and says, “Eliminate her. Kill her. She sounds vile.”

I shake my head at him as I pick up my fork and finish eating. “You really are a psychopath. She doesn’t like me. I don’t know why, but I don’t want you to kill her. I love my sister even though she doesn’t love me. So no, I don't want you to hurt her.”

Drake leans forward, glaring at me with his elbows on the table. “Call me a psychopath again, and you won’t get the sleep you desperately need. If you think your cunt is sore now, just wait, Pretty Girl. You won’t be able to sit down for a goddamn week.”

I look at him sweetly, “Yes, psycho,” and snicker.

He goes to rise from his chair but Dante grabs his arm. “Drake. Another time, she’s fucking exhausted and probably delirious.”

I grin at Drake, feeling like I’ve won for the moment.

Natalia 1. Drake 0.

Dante walks over to me, pulls my chair out from the table, and bends down, lifting me into his arms.

I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his face. “I can go home.”

He stops walking momentarily, kisses me on the forehead, and says, “You’re staying here tonight. Where you belong.”

Laying my head against his shoulder, I don’t argue because I am exhausted.

Dante

I don’t even reach the bedroom before she falls asleep in my arms. Laying her down in the middle of the bed, she looks like a goddamn angel. Her dark hair is splayed around the pillow, her lashes flutter slightly, lips parted as she breathes deeply, and I know it will gut me to let her leave in the morning unless I don’t.

After undressing, I climb into bed beside her and smile when she turns from her back to her side and wraps her arm around my waist. I lay with her, staring at her, remembering what happened the last time I felt something close to this strong for a woman. Jewel Aiello nearly cost me everything.

I walk into my house after a long and bloody day. We have guys to do our dirty work, but frequently we do it ourselves because there’s no fun in delegating. Spending my time carving into the skin of a man who tried to fuck us over is not a bad day. Some people outside in the real world would call me a bad guy, unhinged even, but I never kill someone without a valid reason. I'm not delusional enough to believe that makes me a good man, but there are worse. Far worse.

I glance down at my phone when I get a text message. I’m expecting Jewel to show up at any minute, but I have a message from her.

Jewel: Help. Kidnapped.

Instantly, I pull up her tracking and find out the Aiellos are holding her at one of their many warehouses. Fuck. Why did they take her? Immediately, I spring into action by contacting Domenic and, of course, he agrees to help because that’s what family does.

Drake comes into the bedroom, snapping me out of my terrible memories. If I were sleeping, it’d be a nightmare, but I don’t know what you call it when you’re awake. Flashback? Maybe because that night most definitely traumatized me.

My brother knows me well and stops at the foot of the bed, shaking his head. He speaks low, probably, so he doesn’t wake Natalia up, “It wasn’t your fault, man. None of us knew the Aiellos had a daughter they were hiding. You were set up.”

I sigh audibly. “Yeah, I know, but our entire family could’ve died that night.”

He raises an eyebrow, letting me know he’s done with this conversation, “But we didn’t.”

I nod as he gets into bed on the other side of Natalia and places his arm just above her ass while mine is around her upper back. Her face is pressed into the crook of my neck, her soft breath fluttering against my skin, her tits pushed against my chest, and of course, my cock is hard as a rock, but I will not wake her up. I’ll let her get the rest she needs and fuck her again in the morning the minute she opens those pretty eyes.

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