Darkest Sin: A Dark Mafia Romance

25. CHIARA

Darkness surrounds me as I stare up at my bedroom ceiling, finding it impossible to sleep. Today was a mess, and as a result, there’s still fire pulsing through my veins.

A hitman was hired to take me out.

Like what the actual fuck? I’m just me. A nobody. I shouldn’t be important enough to anyone to warrant the need for a hitman. All I want from life right now is to live it up in my new husband’s mcmansion and let him fuck me every way his incredible mind can possibly come up with. And yet, I’m being assaulted in bathrooms and shot at through the kitchen window. Not to mention Sergiu’s belief that he’s welcome into my room any damn time he likes.

How has this become my life?

I toss and turn, not able to silence the havoc inside my mind, but along with the havoc comes the memories of Killian’s determination to protect me, and honestly, I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I shouldn’t want him the way that I do. I shouldn’t crave his touch, but the mere idea that he ran out into those bushes and risked his life just to save mine is something I can’t ignore.

For the twentieth time tonight, I consider throwing myself out of my bed and going in search of the man in question and demanding that he fuck me until I can’t possibly scream any longer. Yet, despite knowing that he would give me exactly what I need, something is keeping me from getting out of my bed.

Physically, Killian and I are the best match this planet has ever seen. Our bodies work together so damn well it’s intoxicating and has quickly become my fiercest addiction. But emotionally, we still have a long way to go. Today has proven that I can trust him with my life, that if I were in danger, he’s the one person I can rely on, but what about everything else? Can I trust him not to destroy me? Not to break my heart? Not to lie to me? That, I don’t know.

Frustration claims me, and I let out a long groan as I clench my thighs, desperately trying to relieve the ache, but it’s impossible. There’s only one person who could possibly give me what I need. On second thought, there is a fully stocked drawer of toys right here by my bed, and it’s not as though he put them there as a space filler. They were intended to be used, and honestly, I wouldn’t want to offend him by simply ignoring the marvelous gift he’s offered.

A sly grin pulls at my lips, excitement already pounding through my veins at finally getting the release I’ve been needing, and while I know it couldn’t possibly compare to how Killian does it, it will at least get the job done. I hope.

Rolling over, I dive into my bedside drawer and blindly feel around for one of my vibrators. As much as I’d love to take advantage of one of those silicone cocks, that calls for a lot of energy . . . and probably a bit of acrobatics, but tonight, all I want is to relax.

Digging past all the silicone, I finally find one of the smaller vibrators in the bottom. Pulling it out, I roll back and get comfortable on my bed before reaching beneath the blanket and shimmying out of my underwear.

A hunger pulses through me, but knowing just how close I am to finally relieving the ache, my body begins to calm. My feet drag up the mattress as I bring my knees a little higher before finally spreading my thighs.

My pussy pulses with anticipation, and as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, I clutch the small vibrator and feel around for the button. Placing it against my clit, my brows furrow. It doesn’t exactly feel like the vibrators I’m used to. It’s not very soft against my skin or accommodating to a woman’s shape, but there were a lot of things in that drawer I’d never seen before, and who am I to decide it’s not worthy before even giving it a try?

With images of Killian dancing through my mind, my finger presses down over the button and a loud zapping noise fills the air in the same instant as a blood-curdling scream tears from the back of my throat. Pain booms through my pussy as volts of electricity penetrate my skin.

The agony is like nothing I’ve ever known, and I tear my hand away as fast as humanly possible. “FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK,” I scream.

The door barges open and Killian comes racing in, the room quickly filling with light. “What?” he rushes out, his eyes wild as they bounce around the room, searching for a threat, but the only threat is the fucking Taser laying by my hip. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

I cry out as the sudden rush of electricity leaves me gasping for air. “I . . . FUCK,” I cry out. “I TASERED MY FUCKING PUSSY!”

His brows furrow as he stares at me, looking as though he doesn’t comprehend a single word I’ve said. “You did what to your pussy?”

“I Tasered it, Killian! My pussy. I thought it was a vibrator. I shoved my hand into the drawer and pulled it out because I was trying to avoid riding you all night, and NOW MY FUCKING PUSSY IS BURNING!”

I cry as I scoot to the edge of the bed, but each movement is excruciating. “Holy shit. Make it stop.”

Killian strides toward me, a smirk resting on his stupidly gorgeous face. “Your pride is that important to you that you’d prefer to fuck yourself with a Taser than to walk the ten feet to my door and take what you really need?”

“Really?” I demand, my eyes filling with tears of pain as I attempt to glare at him, though to be honest, I don’t think the message is getting across. “You want to give me a lecture right now?”

Killian laughs, and if I weren’t in so much agony, I might even take a moment to linger on how smooth it sounds and how it somehow manages to heal something within me. It suits him in the best way, and while I want to throttle him for laughing at me right now, I can’t deny how his laugh makes him seem so carefree. I bet he’s the kind of man who doesn’t laugh often, and the idea of getting to be someone who can give him that . . . well damn. There were a lot of things I wasn’t expecting to get out of this relationship, and that certainly wasn’t one, but now that I know what it feels like, I don’t ever want to let go.

He reaches the side of my bed and kneels down to meet my stare. “Are you okay, Angel?”

The tears flow over, and I see as a softness creeps into his dark eyes. “Is it possible to singe your clit off? Because I swear, it’s gone.”

Killian reaches for the blanket and pulls it back before taking a quick glance between my legs. “I can confirm that your clit is still intact,” he tells me, discreetly taking the taser away before those captivating eyes lock onto mine, and without even a whisper of warning, he blows out a soft breath of cool air against my clit and a needy moan pulls from deep within my chest. “Does that help?”

“Oh God,” I groan. “So much.”

Killian grins, and it’s the most devilish thing I’ve ever seen, but before I can even work out what’s going through that captivating mind of his, he slips his strong arm beneath my knees and pulls me into his arms.

The movement is crippling but as he pulls me against his chest, I suddenly don’t care so much. Killian makes his way out of my room and carries me down the stairs, not saying a damn word. “You do realize you’re carrying me through your home without panties on?”

“I am painfully aware of that fact.”

I grin against his chest as he reaches the bottom step and rounds the corner into the oversized kitchen. It’s late, and with Krista gone for the night, it’s just us down here. The lights are out with nothing but the subtle moonlight shining through the window, and there’s something so majestic about it. Maybe it’s this home or the situation or maybe it’s just him. I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’m addicted.

Killian sits me on the table, and I watch as he turns and collects a glass from the cupboard. He walks to the freezer and fills the glass with ice as my brows furrow, wondering what the hell he’s doing. I figured he was getting an ice pack of some sort to soothe my burning cooch, but a glass of ice? I don’t know. Is he planning on putting that directly against my skin? That’s going to be a hard pass for me.

He comes back to me, placing the glass of ice down by my thigh. “Still hurting?”

I nod. “Have you ever been Tasered on the tip of your dick before?”

“No, I can’t say that I have. I’ve been shot, stabbed, and tortured within an inch of my life, but Tasered on the tip of my dick? No.”

“Ahhh, so clearly you must not understand my current level of pain.”

“Clearly not,” he murmurs as he dips his fingers into the glass and scoops out a piece. He presses it to my thigh and slowly works it up toward my hip. “I may not understand your pain, Chiara, but I sure know how to take it away.”

My brow arches, and I’m left speechless as he lifts the half-melted piece of ice to his mouth. His lips part, and the ice disappears inside before he grips the back of my knees and pulls me right to the edge.

I suck in a gasp, and before I know it, Killian DeLorenzo, the most powerful man in the world, is on his knees for me.

He leans in and blows out a soft, icy breath right against my core. “Here, Angel? Is this where it hurts?”

His mouth closes over my clit, and I draw in a deep breath as his freezing lips instantly soothe the burn. “Oh God,” I groan, my eyes instantly rolling in the back of my head. He works his tongue over me, gently flicking and turning my pain into the sweetest pleasure.

His touch is like magic, every swipe of his tongue taking me closer to the edge, but when he works his fingers into my cunt and starts massaging me from within, I swear I’m seeing stars.

Killian is a man of power. He lives off others’ fear. So cruel, conniving, and unforgiving that it’s almost impossible to believe that he’s capable of being so gentle with me. It’s everything, and when I knot my fingers into his hair and hold on for dear life, he looks up, his dark gaze colliding with mine like an explosion in the night.

He holds my stare as his icy lips work my clit, and within seconds, I shatter like glass.

My orgasm consumes me, exploding from within like a million little fireworks overwhelming my body. “Oh God, Killian,” I groan as my toes begin to curl, and I come undone in his grasp. His fingers don’t stop moving as my walls contract around them.

Killian’s tongue continues flicking over my clit as the melted ice drives me wild, and he doesn’t relent until I finally come down from my high. Only then does he get back to his feet and close the gap between us. He kisses me deeply, his chilly mouth against my burning one, and just before he pulls away, he pushes what’s left of the ice cube into my mouth.

My tongue pokes out, rolling over my bottom lip as Killian simply stares at me with that devilish dark gaze. “Still hurting, Angel?”

“You know, I think I am,” I lie as I reach down between us and work the button on his pants to free his massive cock. My hand wraps around him, feeling his protruding veins as I work my way to his tip. “Plus, it would be such a shame to waste all this ice.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Definitely.”

Those dark eyes flash with excitement, and before I know it, I’m spun around on the counter and put on my knees. He spreads my thighs as far as they will go and pushes my chest down against the cool marble counter, leaving me wondrously exposed.

Killian dips his fingers into the glass of ice and leaves them there for only a moment, and when he pulls them out, he swipes them right across my clit. He slowly rubs his cold fingers against me, and my hips jolt, desperate for more, but he doesn’t dare hold out on me as he collects a piece of ice in his other hand.

“Now just remember, Angel,” he murmurs, placing the ice at the top of my ass, letting it melt there as droplets of water roll down through my center and make everything clench. “You asked for this.” And with that, he drags what’s left of the ice cube down to my cunt and slowly pushes it inside.

An hour later, Killian and I lay naked on the soaked kitchen floor. My head rests against his defined chest, and all I can do is breathe him in. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy in my life. Despite all the terror that comes along with being a mafia wife, I’m truly starting to believe that I want this. The time I spend with him is worth a million hitmen, and I’ll face down every last one of them if it means getting to peer into those dark eyes every day of the rest of my life.

I think I’m in love with this man.

“Holy shit, Killian. Remind me why I’ve been so stupidly trying to avoid you these past few days when we could have been doing that instead?”

“I do not claim to understand the inner workings of a woman’s mind. However, if I had to take a guess, I would say it’s because you’re stubborn as hell and don’t know what’s good for you.”

“Are you suggesting that you’re what’s good for me?”

“Not even a little bit,” he tells me. “A life with me is a life of ruins, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt before, and it sure as hell doesn’t mean that I can’t give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more. You’re a priceless jewel, Chiara, and I want to give you the world, even if it means burning it to ashes to fit it in the palm of your hand.”

My heart swells, and I push up on his chest so I can turn enough to meet his heavy stare, and the moment our eyes connect, I feel something solidifying between us like an invisible string tying itself to both of our souls. “How is it possible that you’re so terrifying and yet so sweet at the same time?”

“I am not sweet, Chiara.”

“You are though. To me, at least. Especially when I haven’t deserved it. I’ve been cruel to you these past few days and judged you based on something I know nothing about. Even during those first two weeks before we really had a chance to get to know each other, you were patient with me when it’s not in your nature. You’ve shown kindness when you didn’t need to, and I don’t think I’ve ever told you how grateful I am for that. You’re making an effort to ensure I am comfortable with you, and I should be putting in more of an effort to return that favor.”

“You do not owe me anything, Chiara. I am not the gallant man you make me out to be,” he says. “The night I took you from the auctions, I had every opportunity to drive back into the city and let you go. I could have given you freedom, but instead, I chose to keep you for myself. That is not the act of a noble man.”

A stupid grin cuts across my face. “Perhaps not,” I agree. “But despite how I came to be here and how terrifying it was, I’m still grateful.”

Killian watches me for a moment before sitting up and leaning against the kitchen cupboards. He lifts me onto him so I’m straddled over his thighs with his hands low on my hips. “The things you saw in my office—”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” I say, cutting him off. “It’s none of my business, and after seeing the way you protected me today, I don’t believe I have a right to know.”

“You’re my wife. Of course you have the right to know.”

“I’m your wife in public, remember? We don’t have a real marriage.”

“Stop fooling yourself, Chiara. I know I told you that it was all for show, but the moment I declared you my wife, it felt right. And though I know for you it may be different and you may not feel as strongly as I do regarding this, but for me, this is no longer just for show. For me, you are my wife for all intents and purposes.”

My hands fall to his chest, feeling the heavy beat of his heart beneath his skin. “You want me to be your wife?” I murmur, my voice dropping so low I can barely hear it.

“Yes, my sweet angel, I want you to be my wife. I knew it the moment I saw you helpless in that cage, I just didn’t understand what it was,” he tells me, bringing his hand up and swiping his thumb across my cheek.

I blow my cheeks out and hold his heavy stare. “I mean, couldn’t we start by putting some of my clothes in one of your drawers like normal people?”

“Or we could move you permanently into my bedroom. I wish to have you in my bed every night.”

I nod. “I can manage that.”

“Good, now as for the things in my office—”

“I told you, I don’t think I need to know.”

“It’s important to me that you do,” he tells me. “As I told you, it’s important that you learn to fear me. You need to truly understand who I am and what I am capable of. You need to learn where my boundaries are. What I will tolerate and what I will not. But despite that, I also need you to love me, and in order to do that, you must see past all of my flaws. It’s a balancing act, Chiara.”

Leaning into him, I drop my forehead against his, feeling the electricity burning between us, and as he lifts his hands around my back and pulls me closer to his chest, my world explodes with the sweetest satisfaction. “I want to love you so bad it hurts,” I whisper. “A part of me thinks I might already be there, but the other part . . . I don’t know if it’s possible to love someone you fear. But that’s just it, Killian, no matter how much you push me away or how many horror stories you tell me, I don’t know if I’m capable of fearing you . . . not anymore.”

He nods and is silent for a short moment before finally going on. “The police report you found on the desk,” he starts, this time not allowing me a chance to cut him off. “You were right, I was responsible for that massacre. Your second night here when you joined me in my bedroom, I had just returned and there was still blood on my clothes.”

“Why did you do it?”

“The Donatelli family was responsible for a raid at one of my warehouses. Their men brutally murdered twenty-three of my workers for the sake of getting their hands on Ecstasy and guns. These were innocent men and women who were only trying to make a few dollars for the families and children they left behind.”

I suck in a gasp as my mind begins to process, but before I have a chance to say anything. He goes on. “The surveillance screens. Tell me what you need clarified.”

“Umm . . . There was a man hanging from chains.”

Killian nods. “He raped and murdered my cousin’s daughter six months ago. She was barely eighteen and only starting her life.”

I swallow hard over the lump forming in my throat as tears begin to fill my eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, feeling the weight of my cruelty slam down over my shoulders. I berated him for the things I saw in that office. I told him I could never love a man like that, but I was so wrong. I judged him too fast.

“I don’t need your sympathies, Angel,” he says, wiping the tears off my face. “It has been handled, and I don’t wish to linger on the hurtful events that are now in the past. Now, what else do you need clarification on?”

“The woman,” I say, sensing his need to move on. “She was strapped to a chair and had her nails pulled.”

“Elaina Brinetti,” Killian says. “The estranged daughter of Georgio Brinetti, a known enemy of the DeLorenzo family. She took it upon herself to seduce my uncle in order to learn my whereabouts. She then used that information to orchestrate an attack in order to return to her father’s good graces. However, her attempts were fruitless considering her current predicament.”

My lips twist. “She sounds like a bitch.”

“Indeed she is,” he agrees.

“I know there were other screens, but apart from the frail old man, I didn’t look at the rest.”

Killian nods, and something darkens in his deep stare. “That man is solely responsible for the unprovoked murder of both of my parents. I was only a child visiting my grandfather the night they were slaughtered. Losing them broke me, and in return, I vowed to break him. He has remained in that cell for over thirty years, receiving just enough food and water to ensure he lives in misery.”

“Thirty years is a long time.”

“It is,” he agrees. “And yet, it hardly feels like enough.”

I nod, not knowing how it feels to lose your parents, but knowing all too well what it’s like to grow up without them. “I should never have judged you, Killian. Seeing all of that . . . It was a lot to take in, and it chilled me to the bone knowing what you’re capable of doing, but I don’t believe you’re the type of man to hurt another unprovoked.”

“I am not.”

I raise my chin just enough to capture his lips in mine. “Okay,” I tell him. “Then I’m ready. I’m ready to love you despite the fear of the unknown, despite the world you live in, and despite the people who actively wish to work against us. I’m ready to truly make this work.”