Page 73 of Brutal Union
"We should go," I say, though I don't want to move from this moment, this bloody honesty between us.
"Together?" she asks, and there's something fragile in the word.
"Always," I promise, taking her hand, feeling the ring slick with blood beneath my fingers. "No more locks. No more lies. Just us and whatever hell we create."
Whatever comes next, we'll face it together. Covered in blood, marked by each other, united in our beautiful damnation.
28 - Valentina
The Porsche purrs through empty Chicago streets, its leather seats sticky with blood that isn’t ours. Marco drives with one hand, the other resting on my thigh, fingers tracing patterns through the torn green fabric of this hideous dress. The weight of his mother’s ring sits heavy on my finger, Liam’s blood dried in its diamonds like rust in the crevices.
"Your place or mine?" Marco asks, dark humor threading through exhaustion.
The joke lands wrong, too light for what we've done, what we've survived. I study his profile in the passing streetlights: blood splattered across his jaw, his white shirt more red than white now, the cologne I know so well now mixed with gunpowder and gore. This man who signed divorce papers in the rain. Who came for me anyway.
"Ours," I correct, the word feeling foreign but right on my tongue. "It's ours now."
His hand tightens on my thigh, sliding higher until his fingers brush against my panties. The touch sends electricity straight to my clit, making me gasp, and I can feel the dampness spreading through my panties.
"Say that again." His voice drops to that dangerous register that makes my pussy clench.
"Ours. Our home. Our choice. Our blood on the floors."
The engine growls as he accelerates, his fingers pushing my panties aside to find me dripping wet. "You're soaked, principessa. Is this from the violence or from me?"
"Both," I admit, spreading my legs wider as he slides two fingers into me. "Always both with us."
He finger-fucks me as he drives, his thumb circling my clit until I'm close to coming. He withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste me. The sight makes me whimper.
"You came for me," I say, needing to voice it. "Even after the cemetery. After I walked away."
"I'll always come for you." His knuckles are white on the steering wheel. "That's the curse, principessa. Even when you leave, even when you choose someone else, I'll still come."
"I didn't choose him. I chose Alice's freedom."
My stomach clenches at her name. "Marco, Alice. We need to know if she's safe. If they kept their word about letting her go."
"I have men checking every train station, every bus depot," he says, his voice gentling. "We'll find her. But first, we need to get inside. Clean up. The Irish will be looking for us."
The reminder of immediate danger makes my skin prickle. We just killed two O'Brien heirs. There will be consequences.
We pull into his private garage, and I notice the extra security: men I recognize from Marco's crew, weapons visible. They nod as we pass, their eyes scanning for threats even here.
Marco comes around to open my door, and when I stand, my legs shake from need and exhaustion in equal measure.
He catches me, pulls me against him, and I feel his cock hard against my belly through his pants. "We're home," he says against my hair, grinding against me. "Safe. For now."
The elevator rises in silence, forty floors of anticipation building between us. The moment the doors close, I drop to my knees.
"Valentina, what—"
I have his belt open before he can finish, his cock springing free, already hard and leaking precum. I take him deep in onemotion, swallowing around his length as he hits the back of my throat.
"Fuck," he groans, his hands tangling in my hair. "Your mouth, principessa. That perfect fucking mouth."
I work him with lips and tongue and just enough teeth, tasting his musk. His cock is thick and heavy, stretching my lips, and I love the weight of him on my tongue. He fucks my mouth with shallow thrusts, letting me control the depth until the elevator dings. Fortieth floor.
I pull off him with an obscene pop, wiping my mouth as I stand. His cock juts out, wet with my spit, and the sight makes my pussy clench hard.
