Merciless Vows by Faith Summers

26

Lucca

As she grips the base of my cock and lowers her head to take me into her mouth, my length grows, aching for release.

One more time.

I’ve already had her eight times over the last thirty hours, and I can’t stop, can’t get enough. I don’t want it to be enough.

Even now, I crave her; even after just fucking her, she still appeals to me like this was the first time.

It’s the effect of wanting her all these years and keeping my distance. All I want to do now is have her again.

I know I have to stop at some point and come back to reality, not yet, though.

Anxious to taste me, she takes me deeper, knowing I like to be deep in that hot mouth of hers. She learned fast. When I look at her, I’m not sure what is sexier. Her, her soft pillowy lips secured to my length, or the way she starts sucking me.

She’s on the floor, on her knees before me pumping the hard flesh of my cock as she sucks, urging my arousal and need for her.

Her head moves up and down as she works my shaft, coaxing me toward a climax, but I fight my release because I want to finish inside her.

The last thirty hours have seen us alternating between fucking and tasting each other. We haven’t slept and only paused for the food I went to get for us.

My staff knew not to disturb me, and they haven’t.

I think the moment Marylin knew I was in here and in here for so long, she knew not to come in.

Fuck knows where my phone is, so I don’t know what must be going on in the outside world. My assumption is if there’s an emergency, people will call the house, and Marylin will alert me.

Until I stop myself or there’s an emergency, I plan to keep going.

Like everything I’ve done when it comes to this woman, it’s reckless. I just don’t care to do anything about my lack of giving a fuck about anything besides this woman right now.

And not with the way she’s loving my cock with her mouth.

We are supposed to be business.

It was always about business.

I know I’m not to ever confuse things and lose track of the end goal. I’m never to forget the demise of Timothy and his family lying there in the morgue.

I’m never to forget the reason for my reunion with Aria De Marchi nearly three years ago. But the part of me that remembers how I always felt when I was with her won’t allow me to fully accept the business nature of us.

That part of me tempts me to want more and more.

I want more than her body’s natural reaction to my touch and my presence.

That would make us normal. I can’t have it, but fuck it, the thought is priceless to me right now and worth the risk I’m taking by allowing myself to be human again.

She takes me back to being the boy I once was before the darkness took me, and she was my light.

The shy little girl with her music and her soul could always see the real me.

She sucks harder, and my balls draw up, tightening painfully. If I don’t take her now, I’ll finish in her mouth again, so I pull out and reach for her.

“Get on the bed. On your knees, Printsessa, and show me that ass.”

I notice her trying to bite back a smile and failing as her cheeks flush, then

she does as she’s told.

I like this side of her; the obedient temptress who’s seductive because she’s listening to my commands and giving herself to me.

She crawls onto the bed and pushes her ass out as velvet strands of her silky hair fall over her face.

The sight of her is fucking magic, and my dick jerks to attention.

Fucking, fuck, she’s beautiful, and like I said, there’s more I plan to teach her.

I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

I get on the bed behind her and lower to lick her pussy, parting the succulent pink lips so I can get deeper. She’s wet and ready, begging for it. Begging for my tongue and my cock.

I suck up her sweet nectar and relish the tantalizing flavor of her. I then lick from her pussy right up to the tight rosette of her asshole. I’ll take her here one day soon when she gets use to me fucking her vanilla style, then we’ll take things up a notch and try some of my darker tastes.

The jerk of my cock tells me I’d better hurry up before I embarrass myself, so I straighten up and position behind her so I can fuck her properly.

I spread her thighs to receive me and tease her entrance with the head of my shaft, rubbing without entering to give her more pleasure.

“I think you love my cock too much, Printsessa.”

She answers with a moan of pure feminine delight, and at that moment, I slide into her pussy, loving how tight she still is around my dick.

I like the feel of her walls wrapping around me like a vice, then the release that allows me to own her body. It feels like she was made for me, only for me.

As it comes, I move deeper into her and start fucking her hard. I stopped holding back a few rounds ago, so I give it to her the way I do in my dark wild fantasies.

I have to force myself to slow down because I don’t want to finish too quickly.

As I pound into her, I fight the rush that’s built within me. I struggle to hold on just a little longer, but she feels too fucking good.

It’s her. She makes me lose control. The need to explode rises to a crescendo making me jackhammer toward a desperate climax.

Her back arches as she orgasms, and I clasp her hips, pulling her hard into my final thrust before I pound home, bursting into her and filling her with my cum.

I come with a savage growl owning her pussy while she cries out.

“Chertovski ideal'no,” I growl as her pussy spasms around my dick, milking the last drop of cum from me.

She collapses onto her elbows from the impact, and I grab some tissues from the box of Kleenex on the nightstand to clean her off, then myself too.

While she snuggles into the stack of pillows with her afterglow glistening her skin, I go into the bathroom to clean off properly and dispose of the tissue.

The smell of sex hangs in the air, and anyone who didn’t hear us would be able to tell what we’d been doing in here for far too long.

I look in the mirror at myself and pause at the sight of my own afterglow. The sight knocks me, and I look like someone other than the Bratva assassin I am. At that moment, I hear Damien’s voice telling me to remember where my loyalties lie.

For him to have come and seen me at the garage the other night, he must have been pissed as fuck. I know what he’s like. His silence is deadly enough, and that’s how he presents himself most of the time. It’s when he speaks that you know he’s about to snap.

I never needed the reminder of loyalty, but I know why he did it.

I’m looking at myself now, and it’s not hard to see I’ve changed.

There’s been a shift in my being because of this woman. If he can see it, others will too, and I wonder if that was what Raphael saw that night when we last spoke.

Going down this road is not good for more reasons than one. The most prominent being I’m not myself when I’m with her.

I dispose of the tissues in the toilet, then wash my hands.

When I get back into the bedroom, the goddess is lying on her back with her gorgeous body on show. She’s no longer trying to hide herself from me.

She looks spent as her hooded lids droop with exhaustion. I’m certain it wouldn’t take much for her to fall asleep, but as I look her over, she does the same to me, stopping for a beat to assess each of my tattoos before her sexy, hungry gaze travels to my dick that’s getting ready to fuck me over again.

I get in bed with her, pull her into my arms and lie next to her.

Those blood-red lips purse together, and her brows knit like she’s thinking hard about something important.

“What does chertovski ideal'no mean?” she asks, and I chuckle.

“Well done on the pronunciation.”

“You said it a few times.”

“It means fucking perfect in Russian,” I tell her, and she blushes, then a little giggle escapes her lips.

It’s a sound I never thought I’d hear again. I take a moment to commit it to memory the way I did when I first heard it.

She covers her mouth to hide her smile, but I move her hand away.

“Don’t do that. Don’t hide anything from me.”

“Okay.”

One dainty hand lifts to my cheek, and she strokes over the last trace of the cut I got the other night.

She blinks then her hand drops onto my chest. Her eyes close, then sleep takes her, and I allow it for the natural break in this madness that took over me. I don’t know what will happen when the sun comes up, but I know I have to be sensible again.

I have priorities I need to be mindful of.

I close my eyes too, remember the question she asked me.

“Who are you to me?”

I couldn’t answer her. If I had in that moment, I would have fractured my loyalties to all and my plans. I would have severed the magic we had in the past because I was her Peter Pan, and she was my Wendy. Together we had our own Neverland. It existed beyond the reach of the Bratva and her father.

But it died the same night as my soul.

On that thought, I drift off to sleep, but moments later, that little knock on my door steals the rest of the madness away.

Nobody contacts me at this hour unless if it’s an emergency.

Careful not to wake her, I slip off the bed and cover her with the sheet. I then pull on a pair of joggers and open the door to see Jon standing in the passageway in full business mode.

He glances quickly over my shoulder and sees Aria in bed. Her bare shoulders confirm the obvious, and he looks sorry to disturb me.

“Sorry to interrupt your taste of normal but duty calls,” he explains.

“What’s happening?”

He cocks his head to the side, signaling for us to talk away from the room. I instantly know this has something to do with Raphael.

I close the door behind me, and we walk away down the corridor to a safe enough distance so we can talk.

“I have good news and bad news,” he says.

“Hit me with the bad first.”

“Stephano Ricci has Ivy. He’s the one helping her.”

Damn it. Damn it to fuck. “Are you sure?”

“Sure as fuck.”

That means we won’t be finding Ivy any time soon. Shit, I was right. It’s exactly as I thought Stephano is exactly the kind of guy who will know how to hide from me. That asshole may be low on the food chain compared to the Bratva, but he’s an expert at staying off-grid because of the alliances he has. If you want to disappear, he’s the man you go to–if you can find him first.

“I will inform the Pakhan. He won’t like to hear what’s happening, but I’ll assure him I’ll get the job done. What’s the good news?”

“Hector called. Raphael is going to be at the docks in an hour, and so are the others. They’re going to Warehouse 99.”

“Well, thank fuck Hector followed through and didn’t fuck with us.” I run a hand over my beard.

“Yeah. At least.”

“Give me five minutes, and I’ll be ready.”

“Sure.”

I head back to the room and get dressed. That includes clothes and guns.

I stare at the beauty asleep in my bed and look away.

I did get a taste of normal with her, and now it’s time to get back to reality and remember her father is my enemy.

I walk away and close the door on the people we were moments ago.

Her father is my priority now, and I hope like fuck tonight will give me some answers.

* * *

I only take Jon with me. Alexei and two others aren’t far, though, in case shit goes down and we need back up.

Jon and I station ourselves on the rooftop of the warehouse opposite the one where all the action is going to take place. It’s a storage facility that probably looks mundane during the daytime, but at night it’s something else.

There are a set of stairs leading to an underground facility. I called Hector, and he confirmed that’s where everything is supposed to happen. He explained they run underground poker tournaments, set up illegal cage fights, and they have these private meetings.

Theyas in the syndicate he works for.

We’re here on time, and right on the mark, two black cars pull up in the parking lot. The Mercedes is Raphael’s, and the Ferrari must be the friends he’s meeting.

One of them has to be the undisclosed recipient.

They park up side by side, and the doors open. Raphael gets out of his car, and three men file out of the Ferrari. Two Italians and one Mexican guy.

I don’t recognize any of the men.

Jon and I both take out our cameras so we can zoom in closer when the men exchange greetings. All of them are wearing suits and look like they’re ready to talk business and serious shit.

“Jon, do you know any of these guys?” I ask, cutting him a glance.

“Never seen any of them before.”

As soon as I get a clear view of their faces, I take pictures so I can run my facial recognition on them.

When they disappear into the building, we leave too.

It’s time to start the real work. Now we have faces; we just need names.

Once we get those, we can see what business they have with Raphael.