20. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Giana
“ C all the clean-up crew,” Spade called, saluting the Devil’s Demons positioned in front of the bookstore.
One of the three men immediately brought his phone to his ear, like he had just been waiting for the confirmation. Knowing Spade, I was sure they were used to him having the situation under control without any intervention.
Heat bloomed in my cheeks as I glanced back at the alley, realizing that they’d probably heard everything. It was one thing to lose myself in the kill with Spade by my side, but it was another thing entirely to have other people witness me unleash the devil within.
Judging by the respect in their eyes as they nodded to Spade and me, I was sure they’d overheard every single word.
I waited a moment for the dark cloud of shame to hover over my head, for it to twist in my gut, but it never came. For the first time in my life, I felt free, not living life by the standards of others, and it felt fucking amazing.
Spade’s grip on my hand tightened, his knowing gaze on me. “Let’s go, sugar.”
“And where exactly are we going?” Adrenaline pumped through my veins like electricity, lighting me up from the inside out.
“Not far.” Spade winked before tugging me across the street and back toward Merrick’s car.
“We’re just going to sit in the car?” I pouted, my chest deflating slightly.
“Not quite.” Spade spun me around, eliciting a giggle as I twirled around. “I have an idea, one that is sure to get under Merrick’s skin,” he whispered, his breath skating over my ear as he leaned close, sending a shiver of desire through me.
A mischievous grin curled on my lips. “That just happens to be my favorite pastime.”
“I thought it might be.” Spade’s violet eyes sparkled as he pressed me against the hood of Merrick’s car, the cool metal sending a chill over my skin, which was quickly chased away as Spade’s lips lowered a hairbreadth away from mine. “You are absolutely breathtaking.”
His mouth lightly brushed mine with each word, drawing out a needy gasp. My body craved his, urging me to close the distance, but Spade made the wait so torturously sweet.
The car was tucked away from the view of the street, hidden behind a line of thick trees. The men couldn’t see us, and we were far enough away from them to not be overheard.
“I think we should give Merrick and Kellan a little taste, don’t you?” Spade arched a mischievous eyebrow as his gaze roved over my body, drinking in every blood-splattered curve. “We should show them exactly what fun we get up to when it’s just the two of us.”
Heat spread over my skin, my heart jackhammering against my chest in anticipation. “That sounds dangerous.”
“Good thing you love danger.” He grinned.
Lust hummed through my veins, my body ready for him to close the distance, but instead of lowering his lips to mine, he pulled away.
“Spade.” I pouted, causing a pained groan to tumble from his lips.
“Don’t give me that look, sugar, unless you want me to bite that luscious lip of yours.”
I definitely wanted him to do exactly that.
“Let’s take this picture for them before I completely lose control and fuck you against this car.”
Never mind. I wanted him to do that instead.
Excitement bubbled up in my chest as I crooked my finger at him, beckoning him to follow me as I pushed off the car and strode to the front.
“Fuck, I love you.” He practically skipped to follow me, his excitement palpable.
I spread my arms as I leaned back against the hood, Spade taking in every inch of my blood-coated skin as the jacket slipped to reveal my shoulders.
A devious grin curled Spade’s lips as he lifted his phone and snapped a few pics. Lust burned through my veins as I watched him, anticipation building as desire sparkled in his violet irises.
I slowly let my knees fall open, letting him see the lace panties just beneath my skirt.
Spade ground his jaw as he visibly fought the urge to throw his phone to the side and follow through with his promise at my teasing, but he snapped a few more photos, making sure to get all the angles before typing a brief message to the guys.
“We won’t have much time now, sugar.” Spade chuckled as he shoved his phone into his jacket pocket and stalked toward me. “After they see that text, they’ll come racing over—I know I would.”
He stepped between my legs, widening the space farther so that they fit perfectly around him. Spade pressed into me, letting me feel the bulge of his hard cock against my aching clit as he grasped my ass and ground into me.
A needy moan tore from my lips and my head rolled back, pleasure spiking through my veins at the sudden pressure right where I’d been craving him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he breathed.
I couldn’t respond, couldn’t echo his sentiment, because in the next moment, his lips were crashing onto mine, tongue sweeping in to stroke my own in a possessive, hungry desperation, like he’d been holding himself back for ages. Like he had never tasted my mouth before, and now that he had, he would never let go; he would consume me whole.
From the first moment I met him, Spade had wiped away my inhibitions, letting me just be me, no matter how unhinged or bloody that woman might be.
Spade lifted me onto the hood, my legs wrapping around his hips as I held on to his shoulders. “You look like a goddess, Giana. And I can’t wait to fucking worship you every day for the rest of our lives.”
I gripped his jacket to pull him closer, needing the heat of his lips back on mine.
The rest of our lives.
The words clanged through my mind, not bringing the gut-tightening dread that it had the last time I’d thought about spending the rest of my life with someone.
We’d never spoken about our future—we’d been too fixated on the now, on repairing what had been broken years ago and surviving. But it was almost unspoken, like all four of us knew that there was no way we were ever letting this go.
Now that we’d found each other, this was our forever. These men were written into my very soul, and being apart from them would tear me to shreds.
“I love you,” I breathed, only tearing my lips from his for a brief moment to get out the panted words. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world if I get to have you for the rest of our days.”
I slammed my lips back against his, desperation making me almost feverish, but he was gone. Spade pulled away, his violet eyes searching mine.
My brow furrowed, unsure for a moment where this confusion was coming from, when a jolt of realization rocked through me. He was always so confident, living life by his own rules, that I sometimes forgot that he wasn’t used to that reassurance.
I would show him every day just how much he mattered to me, how much I loved and appreciated him, how I couldn’t live without him there by my side—just like I knew he would do for me.
“You mean the world to me, Spade,” I murmured, cupping his face. I relished the warmth as he leaned into my touch, the vulnerability in his gaze when he shuddered, my words finally sinking in.
“I don’t deserve you, sugar—”
“But you do,” I cut him off, unable to let him speak those words aloud. “You deserve the world.”
“But I—”
“No.” I rubbed my thumb over his cheek, my heart soaring as he leaned into me, our lips mere inches apart. “I love every single part of you, Spade. For all your shadows and brightness. Our souls are like two sides of the same coin.”
“You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life.” The words were soft, suggesting he hadn’t meant to speak them aloud, but before I could respond, his lips slanted over mine, a renewed heat in the kiss as a wave of lust scorched its way through my veins.
“Lie back, baby,” he purred and pulled his mouth from mine.
The sudden absence elicited a frustrated, needy whimper from my lips. I chased after him, but he placed a hand on my shoulder, the gentle touch stopping me.
“We don’t have much time, sugar, and I plan on using every second we have to make you scream my name.” His hand that was holding me at bay now pressed me back, urging me to lie back onto the hood.
“Spade,” I moaned, desire lighting in my core as anticipation buzzed through me. My palms pressed against the smooth hood, letting the cool metal sink into my heated skin as I was completely spread before him.
“This was the most perfect date ever.” He sighed wistfully, his eyes sparkling with devious intent as his hands slid up my thighs and grasped my panties. “I got to watch you beat a man to a bloody pulp, I carved him up, and now I have you spread out before me, the most delectable dessert ever on this perfect night.”
I whimpered as he pulled the fabric from my soaked pussy, my skirt pushed up around my hips. A cool breeze washed over me, causing goose bumps to pebble my skin.
Spade cursed under his breath, shaking his head, as though he couldn’t believe that this was real, that I was really here before him as he drank me in. “I love seeing you laid out for me, beautiful. You’re mine to taste, mine to worship, mine to pleasure.”
Spade’s arms wrapped around my thighs, lifting them up and over his shoulders as he leaned over me, his mouth hovering so close to where I needed him. “My perfect little devil.”
“Spade, please,” I moaned, trying to buck my hips up, but with the grip he had on my thighs, it was no use.
“I love it when you ask so nicely.” He grinned up at me, his tongue snaking out to run his piercing over my needy clit.
I gasped, the sudden jolt of pleasure like an electric shock to my system. My body shook, desperate for more as his tongue flicked out again, running its way along my slit before circling around my sensitive nub.
“Spade.” His name was a prayer and a curse on my lips with the sweet torture he was inflicting on me. My fingers threaded through his hair almost of their own volition, urging him on, a plea to stop his teasing.
He sucked my clit between his lips and moaned into me, the vibrations sending a delicious wave of ecstasy straight through me. His teasing seemed to be forgotten now as his tongue delved into me, stroking against my tight walls with his piercing until I was a shaking mess, pleas spilling from my lips.
“I love the way you moan for me, sugar.” He groaned, the deep sound vibrating over my pussy only sending my pleasure even higher. “Come for me, so I can still taste you on my tongue while I fuck you.”
His tongue circled me, lust sparking at each press of his piercing as he sent me hurtling over that cliff. My pulse pounded in my ears, my fingers tightening in Spade’s hair as he worked me through my orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me, a numbing warmth spreading through my limbs and making my toes curl.
He didn’t stop, though, feeding the flames of desire as he pushed me closer and closer to that oblivion for a second time. His skillful tongue was the only thing my mind could concentrate on, my body so completely under his thrall that, when he eased his mouth away from my soaked pussy, his devilish grin beaming up at me, soaked in my arousal, I jerked in his hold, desperately trying to seek out the orgasm that had just eluded me.
“Shh,” he soothed, pulling my hips closer to the edge. I hadn’t even registered the needy whimpers spilling from my lips until he spoke. “You know I’ll always take care of you, my sweet.”
He slowly guided me up and helped me off the hood. “I want to see you bent over this car, sugar, holding on as I fuck you from behind.”
“Please.” The word was breathy as it left my lips, filled with the lust still flooding my veins.
“Please, what?” He grinned, clearly loving me begging for him.
After the orgasm he’d just given me and how close my body was teetering on another, pleading was the least of what I would do for him.
“Please, fuck me, Spade.”
He cursed under his breath and slammed his lips on mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His piercing stroked me, reminding me just how amazing it had felt against my clit only moments before. I trembled in his grip, seconds away from begging him again, when his control finally snapped.
“I fucking need you.” The confession left his lips on a guttural growl that I felt down in my toes as he pulled away and spun me. He pressed himself into my back, letting me feel just how hard and ready he was for me. “Bend over, beautiful.”
My body moved on autopilot, my lust controlling me as I bent over the hood, pressing my palms into the now warm metal, where I’d lain only moments before. Spade ran his hands up his thighs, like he couldn’t hold himself back from touching me, despite the desire driving him to near madness. I gasped as his finger kneaded into the soft flesh of my ass, not missing his answering groan echoed behind me.
That must’ve been the final straw for his willpower, since, in the next moment, his hands disappeared from my heated skin to pull at his pants. The chime of his belt was next as he unzipped the dark jeans, his need for me so consuming, he only managed to free his cock, not bothering to take them all the way off.
He smoothed a hand down my spine, his violet eyes locked with mine as I watched him over my shoulder, needing this connection almost as much as I needed him inside me.
“Giana.” His voice was full of love and wonder as my name rolled off his tongue, conveying so much more than either of us could put into words. He lined himself up, warmth flooding my chest, my heart soaring as he pressed into me, his length filling me completely.
We both stayed like that for a moment, eyes locked, our bodies and souls connected before it was too much. He dragged his cock out and thrust back in, his hands gripping my hips, making sure he didn’t jerk me into the hard metal.
Arching my back, I did my best to watch him over my shoulder, needing to take the agonized pleasure that washed over Spade, like he’d found heaven and he never wanted to leave. I pushed back into him, meeting each of his thrusts as he pounded into me, lighting my body from the inside out. The rest of the world melted away as he reached around to circle my aching clit, a fire spreading along my skin as my heart jackhammered.
My body was on fire, every nerve ending burning as desire blazed through me like an inferno. The Barones could destroy the world, but no one could take this away from us. No one could quell the lust sizzling through my veins when I looked at any of my men. No one could steal the love bursting from my chest just at the mere thought of them.
“Fuck, yes, sugar,” he said with a groan, his cock hitting that spot perfectly with every stroke. “You feel so good, so perfect, so fucking mine.”
His. Theirs . I was theirs, just as much as they were mine. Not a possession, but an equal, a partner. Someone to love rather than to own.
“Yours,” I agreed, pressing back into him as he fucked me against the car, his hand wrapping around my hair to gently tug it back and arch my back.
I’d been so focused on behind me that I hadn’t realized the view in front of me. We were reflected in the windshield, the glass having an almost mirror effect in the night, with the faint streetlights in the background lighting us from behind. I was enraptured by the scene, unable to tear my eyes off us as he brought me closer to the edge of oblivion.
I couldn’t help but remember the first time we were together. I’d been struggling to find my footing, dealing with the brunt of emotions catching up to me, and Spade made me feel more myself than I had in years. He grounded me, helped me seize control of my life, my destiny.
Blood speckled our skin and clothes, but we didn’t care. The two of us came together with a vicious passion I never wanted to lose hold of.
“Do you like watching me fuck you, sugar?” A knowing grin curled on his lips, suggesting his mind had gone back to that department store, too, like he smugly knew I would love it before even I did.
“Yes,” I cried out, unsure of what I was even answering by the time the word left my lips. All I knew was that I never wanted him to stop. I wanted him forever and not a day less.
He quickened his pace, fucking me with abandon, both of us lost to our urges and the pleasure pulsing between us. My pussy clenched around him, so fucking close to that ecstasy, but I didn’t want to let go, didn’t want the world to come back to life around us.
The only thing that could make this better was if Kellan and Merrick were here, ready to fulfill that fantasy of having all three of my men at once.
As though that thought had summoned them, the crunch of gravel echoed behind us as two figures came into focus past the line of trees. I would recognize the two of them anywhere, even without the triumphant grin that curled on Spade’s lips as he glanced over his shoulder.
“Show them how hard I can make you come, sugar,” Spade murmured for only me to hear, like it was our secret, like it was our game to share.
I didn’t think I could stop myself even if I wanted to—and I definitely didn’t want to.
Spade pumped into me and circled his fingers on my clit at the same time, the flood of pleasure pushing me straight off that final cliff as my pussy fluttered around him.
“Spade,” I cried out as he pushed me through my orgasm, cursing under his breath as he held himself back, extending the mind-numbing ecstasy as long as he could. His fingers didn’t stop as he plunged into me, filling me so thoroughly, I couldn’t help the moans that were torn from my lips.
His cock pulsed and his release spilled into me, the pressure wrenching a third orgasm from me.
I whimpered, my breaths coming in ragged pants as lust fogged my mind, a warm, languid heat spreading through my limbs. If it wasn’t for Spade’s grip on me, I was sure I’d have collapsed on the car, unable to move a muscle.
“When I said you could borrow my car, this wasn’t what I had in mind,” Merrick grumbled, his thick boots pounding the ground as he stalked over to us.
Spade loosened his hold on my hair, sliding his hand down to cup my shoulder, sensing I needed the help. As he pulled out of me, a moan fell from my lips at the delicious friction, my body apparently ready for a fourth climax of the night. Helping me to my feet, Spade made sure I was steady on my feet before zipping his pants back up, unable to hide his grin as rage rippled off Merrick.
“Mer—” Before I could even get his name out, he tugged me toward him, lips crashing on mine in a consuming kiss. His tongue twined with mine possessively, completely taking me by surprise. He and Kellan had shared me before, but I wasn’t sure how he would react to seeing me with Spade.
“I’m fine, little devil,” he growled as he cupped my ass and gave me a tight squeeze. The pressure sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core that nearly sent me jumping into his arms, memories of the other night in the changeroom flashing through my mind. “I’m just pissed that I didn’t get to do it first.”
I glanced from his car to his eyes, excitement bubbling up in my stomach. “You fantasized about—”
“Yes,” he cut me off, jaw ticking. I couldn’t help my giggle as I ran a hand over his cheek, loving this side of him.
My eyes lifted from his hazel ones, searching out a soulful sable pair, but before I could even say his name, Kellan was behind me, his hard length pressed against my back, sandwiching me between him and Merrick. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, little devil.”
He dragged his lips up my throat, a delicious tremor rolling over me in response.
“You know I didn’t have to send you that picture, right?” Spade took my hand, his tone teasing. “I could’ve kept her all to myself, but I decided to share. So, why don’t you show our girl what the benefits are to sharing?”
I almost expected Merrick and Kellan to protest, to usher us into the car and insist we should go home before anyone saw us like this. Instead, Merrick’s heated gaze dragged down my skin, drinking in every blood specked inch of me, as though I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Kellan answered with his mouth, but not in the form of words. He sucked the sensitive skin at the crook of my neck, just where he knew I loved, wrenching a needy moan from my lips.
If Merrick’s eyes had been hungry before, they were ravenous now as his lips crashed onto mine, sending a wave of lust searing through me.
The buzz of a cell phone barely registered in the background, but I was too consumed with my guys, their lips on my heated skin, their hands caressing every inch of bare skin they could find.
“Sugar.” A shiver ran up my spine at Spade’s name for me, but it wasn’t of pleasure. No, as Merrick and Kellan both paused, pulling away to glance at Spade, cool dread washed over me like a bucket of ice drenching me from head to toe.
There was apprehension tingeing Spade’s voice, something I’d never heard before.
He had his phone pressed to his ear, his face dropping as the muffled voice shouted on the other end, their words unintelligible, but the panic spiking their tone was clear.
Spade ended the call without another word to the person on the other end, his gaze locked on mine like I was the only person he was concerned with.
“We have to get to the club.”
My stomach sank, like a leaden weight had just been dropped in it, pulling me down.
No.
I shook my head, my mind not wanting to hear the words I knew were about to leave his lips.
“Soph—”
“No,” I shouted, my gaze hardening as I grappled with the guilt wrapping around my chest, its vise-like grip threatening to cut off my airways.
While I was . . .
Bile rose in my throat, souring the moment I’d just had with my guys. I couldn’t even let myself finish that sentence.
I shook my head, needing a moment to grapple with reality as it all came slamming back into me with the force of a freight train.
“She was supposed to be safe.” I wasn’t sure if the words were out loud or in my head.
I could break down later, though. I could let the guilt consume me whole, after I got her back, and after I killed those useless assholes who were supposed to be watching her.
Spade took my hand, and I let my eyes close, accepting this moment of comfort as all three of my men held me.
This was a trap. I knew it was. Regardless, Tommaso was going to die for this. There was no more time for games, no more drawn-out chess games where we each moved a chess piece, hoping to outmaneuver the other.
It was time I took him out, before he could tear my life to shreds yet again.