Page 33 of Depraved
I wish I didn’t hear the fear that I feel in my voice, but I do and so does Dante by the look of victory on his face. God damn myself, because now he knows what cards to play.
Dante leans in and tilts his head. “Only if you make me. Are you going to do that, Billy?”
Making it my choice is so sadistic. He knows I won’t say yes. I can’t.
The idea of being out there, knowing something could go wrong, and I could end up back with that family, sends a chill down my spine. I won’t go back to Boston. My name surely carries a bounty too big to hide from, because the only thing as scary as the Sovrano family is the Irish equivalent, the O’Bannion crew.
But those ties that bind—the ones I shot dead on my wedding night—will be buried with me. Not even my father and brother would tell for fear they’d be killed because they knew too much.
That’s my only solace.
They won’t rat me out to the head of the Irish mob or to Dante if he finds them for fear they’d have to come clean about their back-door deal with the weakest link in that crew.
“I need an answer.”
Dante’s intimidatingly calm as he asks.
“O’Malley. Patrick and Christopher O’Malley.”
He sighs. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I grab my wineglass and throw it back, holding it out for him to pour me another.
He picks up the bottle, extending it and letting the liquid roll in.
“I gotta tell you, this devious side…I like it. It suits you. Fire behind the ice.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re twisted,” I breathe out, and he laughs.
Tonight, I’m going to get drunk. Really drunk. Because there’s no reason not to. I’m in over my head with him. And if I’m going down, then I’ll do it with a lot of fucking wine.
As if he hears my thoughts, Dante looks at me and grins.
“Billy, tonight we have some fun. Tomorrow, we can fight.”
SOFT SNORES COME FROM HERthroat from where she’s lying next to me, tangled in my sheets. I’ve been watching her sleep most of Sunday morning, knowing the minute she wakes up, she’ll be ready to have my head.
And I won’t blame her. I was all too happy to keep her glass full last night. The more she drank, the more she liked me. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see which side I’d be on.
I smirk remembering how much we laughed and how much she flirted. If I wondered whether or not the attraction was shared, I wouldn’t have to guess anymore.
I’ll need to remember that red wine brings out the monster in this girl. I like it.
Her eyes begin to open, and her head tips back as she yawns. An arm pokes out from beneath the covers, stretching above her head and making the covers pull down, exposing a beautiful pink nipple.
My head leans forward, but I stop. Fuck, I want to take it between my teeth and roll my tongue over the sensitive flesh until she’s desperate for me. But that would most definitely ensure my death, so I take her lips instead.
I press a soft kiss down onto her mouth, hesitating to see her reaction, feeling her breath tickling my lips and making the parts I just warmed, cold. A breathy moan comes from her lips, and her body rocks forward as her hand weaves up my neck, pulling me in closer. Our lips tuck between each other’s, and my hand slides around to her back to pull her naked body flush against mine.
Our tongues caress and glide over each other like it’s a dance we’ve been doing our whole lives. Sarah reaches down between us and wraps her hand around my engorged cock, pulling a groan from my throat, vibrating our mouths. I softly knead her breast, pinching her nipple, rolling the hardened bud between my fingers.
Her hand stills, and my eyes pop open. Her own icy blues are wide as she pulls back slowly and swallows, evident that she’s pondering something violent.
“Good morning, Billy,” I say calmly. “You might want to let go of my cock before you make any rash decisions.”
She flicks it hard toward my stomach with a little growl, making me gulp in a breath. She sits up quickly in bed, leaving the rest of her exposed, glaring down at me as I rub myself from her mishandling of my dick.
“I’m going kill you. You know that, don’t you? How could you?!”
