Darkest Sin: A Dark Mafia Romance

17. CHIARA

Cum spreads between my thighs, and I clench everything south of the border as I scurry across the room, the desperation weighing down on me. Any second now, I’ll feel Killian’s cum at my ankles, but what truly has me concerned is just how long I was sitting down. There’s a good chance the back of my silk gown is already destroyed, and if anyone were to see me like that . . . shit. I’ll never live it down. How am I supposed to look like the type of woman who deserves to stand at Killian’s side while looking as though I’ve just pissed myself?

Fuck me.

This isn’t going well.

I rush across the luxurious room, my eyes glued to the little sign on the door indicating the ladies’ room. Only another few steps.

It trickles lower, now at the inside of my knee.

I try to walk cautiously, not allowing my dress to get caught between my legs while scolding myself for being reckless enough to forgo underwear tonight. What the hell was I thinking? What a rookie error.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m so close, but yet so far. Just a few more steps, and I’ll be good.

I try to avoid the eyes of all the women tracking me across the room, but as I feel the slimy trickle spreading so much further, my desperation turns into a sheer panic, and I hopscotch my ass the rest of the way to the bathroom.

Barreling through the door, I bunch up my gown, doing everything I can to keep the expensive silk fabric away from Killian’s jizz massacre between my thighs while thanking the Hemsworth Gods that I’m all alone in here.

Hurrying into one of the stalls, I do my best to clean myself up, tearing off squares of toilet paper and trying to scoop up the slimy mess, but at this point, nothing is truly going to help apart from a nice warm shower.

Doing the best I can, I get myself fixed up before finally freeing myself from the small stall. Finding myself still alone, I go the extra mile to dampen some paper towels and give myself one final wipe before deeming my situation officially under control.

Taking a moment to myself, I turn on the tap and hold my fingers under the water while taking in my reflection. My hair is a little out of place, but considering just how thoroughly Killian fucked me in that supply closet, I’ve come out pretty well.

Speaking of Killian. I know he’s the head of the DeLorenzo family and all that, but I wonder just how far his pull is. Do these people bow at his feet and obey his every command? Because some underwear really wouldn’t go astray if he so happened to feel like ordering one of his men to go fetch me a pair. I highly doubt Killian’s going to allow me to walk out those beautiful doors all by myself to go buy a pair of granny panties. He’s starting to trust me, but certainly not that much. To be completely honest, I don’t think I could run anyway. Even if he opened the doors as wide as they could go and told me I was free from this world, I’d stay right there by his side.

This strange world is my life now, and navigating it is going to be the most terrifying thing I’ll ever do. Though, it’s not like I’m really leaving much behind. Opening up to Killian like that—assuming I can call a speed-date run-through of my life opening up—caught me off guard. I was always proud of the life I was able to build for myself, no matter how shitty it was. I came from nothing and was well on my way to reaching for the stars, but I hadn’t realized just how little I had until this world was staring me in the eyes.

These people live insane lives. It truly is the polar opposite of the world I was able to build for myself. They have everything I always dreamed of having, even the loyalty of a solid family who will always have your back no matter what. And me? I was lucky if I managed to stay in a foster home for more than a year at a time.

My past isn’t something I usually like to talk about. I’m a here-and-now kind of girl, but there’s something about Killian that has me willing to share every shitty era of my life. Shit, I even told him about my good-for-nothing ex, Derek. I’ve gone out of my way not to think about him over the past few months, and there I was, sitting across from the most powerful man on the planet, telling him about the asshole who treated me like nothing more than a convenient hole to fuck.

God, I wonder what Killian must think of me after that?

Realizing I’ve been in here just a moment too long, I turn off the water and grab a fresh paper towel to dry my hands. The last thing I need is Killian sending a search party in the form of Sergiu. Fuck, I don’t even want to imagine what that asshole would try to do to me if he got me alone again. Hell, the bruises are only just starting to truly fade, and to be honest, I thought I’d gotten away with it without Killian noticing, but apparently, I’m not as clever as I thought.

The bathroom door opens, and I plaster a smile across my face as a few women saunter into the small space, doing my best to appear graceful and deserving of being the woman who stands at Killian’s side.

When they don’t make their way toward the stalls and gather behind me instead, I lift my head as a wave of nerves settles deep in my stomach. There are four of them, each one just as beautiful as the last, but I don’t dare underestimate them. I know women . . . mostly. And this is the furthest from a friendly introduction to welcome me to the family. These bitches are looking for blood.

The words Killian uttered to me just moments ago flash through my head—How you respond will determine the kind of strength you possess. They’d sounded so graceful coming out of his mouth, but now, just moments away from having that strength put to the test, it doesn’t seem so motivating.

Fuck. It sounds downright terrifying.

These aren’t the kind of women I’m used to dealing with in the bars I’ve worked at or the mean bitches from school who look down on you for not having a life worthy of their upper-class tastes. These women are on a whole new level, and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.

The woman who stands closest holds my stare through the mirror, and I immediately recognize her as Sergiu’s wife, but her name doesn’t appear inside my head. Letting out a heavy breath, I turn to face her while doing what I can to hide my shaking hands. “Let’s just get this over and done with so we can get back to the party,” I say, not ready to be some pushover despite the fear rocketing through my chest.

“You don’t belong here,” she says.

An unladylike scoff tears from the back of my throat, and I instantly regret the laugh that booms in her face. “Are you serious right now?” I ask dumbfounded. “That’s what you came in here to intimidate me with? That I don’t belong? Wow. Are you trying to point out the obvious? I could have told you that.”

“Oh my God,” one of the other women says, arching her brow in disbelief. “She thinks she’s better than us.”

Fucking hell. This really isn’t going to go well.

“I never said that,” I throw back at her, fixing her with a stare that would have made my ex wet his pants, though somehow I doubt it would even make Killian flinch. “However, I’m not the one ganging up with her little friends trying to corner some woman in a bathroom, so take what you want from that.”

The woman sneers at me, but Sergiu’s wife takes the lead once again. “My husband has told me all about you, all about the whorehouse Killian took you from. You’re nothing but a whore made to cater on the mattress of greater men. You’re no wife, and soon enough, Killian will see that, and you’ll be handed around like the common whore that you are. Forgotten and discarded.”

“If that’s so, why are you so pressed about it?” I challenge. “If I’m just some whore who’ll be tossed aside when the next best thing comes along, why bother putting on this little show at all? It doesn’t make sense. Unless you’re threatened, of course.”

“Threatened?” she scoffs in disgust. “Of you? I hardly think so.”

“Right,” I say with a devilish smirk that clearly grates on her nerves if her sneer is anything to judge by. “Well, here’s the thing. Just because I don’t believe I belong here, doesn’t mean Killian agrees, and as long as he’s willing to hold on to me as the woman who shares his bed and his name, then I’m willing to stick around. I’m not going anywhere, but what does it even matter to you? You have your own husband to worry about. My marriage to Killian has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me,” she spits in a rage. “I haven’t put in all these years, putting up with the wild abuse from my husband and loitering in Killian’s shadow just for some tramp like you to come along and snatch it out from beneath me. The moment you give him an heir, my husband is one step further from taking that damn crown and I won’t allow it to happen, no matter what I have to do.”

My heart races, realizing this is much deeper than I could have imagined. There’s a hierarchy here, and me stepping right into the middle of it means others who have done their time are pushed down the line, but that’s not my problem. If she wanted to be at the head of the family and spend her days wearing a crown she didn’t deserve, she should have married Killian instead. “Look, this really sounds like a you problem,” I tell her, not knowing how she thinks I can possibly do anything about this. What Killian wants, I don’t doubt he’ll get, and I really don’t think he gives a shit what this bitch thinks. “If Killian chooses to knock me up, that’s our business, but I’ll be sure to send you an invite to the baby shower.”

She glares at me, and all I can do is smile and step around her before she has the chance to respond. “Anyway, this has been lovely. We should do it again sometime, but right now, I need to go see if my husband wants me to ride him again. He’s got a very healthy appetite if you know what I mean.” I take another step, turning my back on her before glancing back and catching her eye. “Word of advice, it would do you well to stop spending your time worrying about what my husband is doing and focus on satisfying the one you’ve got.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I’ve been here less than two weeks, and I already know what kind of man your husband is. But just know that when my husband goes to bed, it’s me he’s burying himself inside of. As for you, tell me. When your husband kisses you goodnight, how often do you taste another woman’s pussy on his lips?”

I give her a salty smile before finally looking back toward the door and aiming for my escape when a loud screech comes from behind me. Before I even have the chance to react, a fist is knotted into the back of my hair, pulling me back with a violent tug.

I falter, struggling to keep myself on my feet when my head is shoved forward and barrels down into the porcelain sink. “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, BITCH?” she screams as the women around her gasp in shock.

Pain ricochets through my face, and as I scream, I feel blood trickling down my face. Her hold on me doesn’t falter, and sheer panic pounds through my chest as my head spins, unable to catch myself or find traction to stop this insanity.

“LET HER GO, MONICA! FUCK!” Someone rushes out, only the grip on my hair is tightened, and I’m yanked back before being slammed down again. “KILLIAN IS GOING TO END YOU.”

My lip splits against the porcelain as pain blasts through the side of my mouth, my teeth aching as I taste the familiar rust of blood in my mouth. My eyes roll in my head, disorientation quickly claiming me. The hold in my hair suddenly releases, and I drop heavily to the ground, my head smacking against the hard tiles. Before I can even cry out in agony, the sharply pointed toe of her designer heel rams into the side of my ribs.

I’m kicked up against the wall of the ladies’ bathroom. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Something cracks as tears stream down my face, and hearing the sound of her stiletto heels against the tiles, I risk a glance just in time to see as she kneels down right in front of me. “You don’t want to try me, bitch,” she says. “Consider this your warning. Even think about showing your face again, and I will destroy you. You’re a whore, and you’re going to disappear like one.”

One of the other women grabs her arm and starts dragging her away. “Come on, we have to go,” she rushes out, dragging the bitch along. I don’t dare take my eyes off her, watching every step as the four of them make their way out of the bathroom. I hold my breath until the door finally closes behind them, and when it does and I’m all alone, I let the fear and pain consume me until the dizziness finally claims me and my world turns to ashes.