Bad Medicine (Underworld Kings)

“Fuck!” I roar when she cups my balls and squeezes. I explode, spurts and more spurts shooting down her throat. She struggles to get it all down, gagging and making noises of panic with each swallow. I spasm a few more times in her mouth from the sounds she makes before finally pulling out, and when I do, some of my cum slides down the side of her mouth and chin.

“Uh, uh, uh, Arabella. I said every drop.” With my middle finger, I collect the cum from her flesh. “Swallow it all.” Then without hesitation, I stick my middle finger in her mouth all the way to my knuckle, as far as it will go, forcing her to suck.

“That’s a good girl. Such a greedy woman,” I coo, using my other hand to pet her hair and keep it out of her face. She lights up under my praise. It’s not the first time I’ve noticed how much she loves when I reward her with words like this.

Arabella sucks my finger clean, nestling her head into my other hand as she does. Our eyes lock, and I see it.

She’s fallen in love with me.

She’s letting me in, and she knows that means I’m never letting her go. My grasp on her will soon be my permanent claim. I don’t clean the lipstick off my cock, just like she wished, loving her claim on me just as much as mine on her.

She protests me leaving, trying to seduce me with more promises of intimacy. But if I want to keep her alive and all to myself, I must find the man who wanted her dead and end him. This will be my greatest kill yet.

19

DeLuca

“You were hired to be my date. That’s it. You do your part, and keep silent,” I tell the blonde named Rosalie. Marcello appointed her as my decoy date in hopes that Ferro won’t be too alarmed by my presence. The moment she walked up beside my woman’s father, I saw the intentions in both their eyes. Marcello wanted her to be a shiny distraction to pull me away from his daughter, and she wanted to be rewarded with sex with me.

I was instantly repulsed and all but seething, telling Marcello I should have his eyes for this. How dare he bring her, knowing Arabella might find out his disgusting plan.

Does he know his daughter no longer despises me but rather makes love to me each night, ever since she found out about everything? No, but I do, and I promised my piccolina that no woman would even get close tonight. Yet here I am with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed modelesque woman hanging on my arm, who is not subtle at all about wanting to end the night with a hot fuck.

Not a goddamn chance.

I have luxury at home; Rosalie is a cheap knockoff compared to Arabella.

“I’m going to make my rounds. You two should start at the bar, survey your surroundings. If you spot him, find me. Keep movements and eye contact as discreet as possible,” her father tells me.

Giving him an annoyed yet amused look, I remark, “I kill people in the underworld. No need to tell me how to do my job.” With that, I move with Rosalie toward the bar.

I order a scotch neat, and Rosalie gets some type of martini with a skanky name. I don’t give it any attention like she was hoping, I’m sure. My eyes glide over the ballroom, making note of each person, their title, and who they’re talking with. We believe Ferro has a narc, someone who is playing both sides and feeding the information to that asshole. Finding Ferro isn’t the only mission. We must also find the dirty rat.

“We should dance. It’s a ball, after all.” Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. You can tell she’s trying her best to sound needy and sensual. As if that’s something I like.

Well, I do, but only from a smart-mouthed brunette hidden in my castle. About to shut her down, I stop when I see a group of men in suits and no masks enter just to the side of the stage where an auction will take place later.

Ferro’s men. I recognize them from the meeting we had setting up the hit on Arabella. “Fine, but no theatrics. Do not bring attention to us while we’re out there. Got it?” I warn her, putting my elbow out for her to take. This move would seem caring and intimate if it were Arabella, but with Rosalie, it’s just a show.

With a huff, she agrees. “Fine. But you could act a little more excited. You and I are the best-looking couple in this room.”

This makes me growl. “We are not a couple, and if I have to remind you again of your place and responsibility tonight, you won’t like it.” I don’t have to elaborate on my threat. She knows exactly what I mean. She gulps and moves on my count.