33. Deanna
DEANNA
How many times am I going to do this?
Sit up late wondering if my husband’s coming home.
Once is too many. I’m a mess as the sun rises and he’s still not back. I make coffee and stare at a blank TV. My reflection is dire: black bags under my eyes and my hair a frizzy tangle.
I swallow a scream when the door opens. I rush over, clutching my mug, as Prime bolts it shut behind him.
“Where have you been?”
He looks as bad as I do. “Had to go for a drive.”
“Prime, you can’t disappear like that on me. Please, not right now.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I should’ve called. Did you wait up?”
“All night.”
He sighs and looks genuinely regretful. “Wasn’t my intention to scare you.”
“What happened?”
“Let’s get me some of that coffee and I’ll tell you everything.”
“Prime—“
“Please, baby, I’m running on fumes.”
I touch his face, hating myself for being so soft with this man. He deserves an ass kicking. Instead, I kiss him, nibbling his lower lip as his hand presses against the small of my back, aware that he’s dealing with enough right now and doesn’t need me making it any worse.
“Come on, I made the good stuff.”
“That fancy Whole Foods shit?”
“You know it.”
He exhales happily and drinks deeply after I get him a big travel cup. We sit together on the couch and I think he’ll start telling me what happened, but instead he drags me down into his lap, making me straddle him, his hands on my ass cupping tightly.
“What are you doing?”
“Blowing off steam.”
“Prime, stop it.” I try to move away but he catches me by the hair and keeps me in place. “You’re supposed to tell me where you’ve been.”
“We have plenty of time to talk.”
“And plenty of time to do whatever you’re thinking.”
“That’s where we disagree.” He kisses my neck.
“Come on. I look like shit. You can’t be into me right now.”
He nibbles up to my mouth, kissing the corner of my lips. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He kisses me and I reluctantly taste his tongue. It sends a sharp pang of desire into my core. “I always want you, baby.”
“What a bad line.”
“But it’s true. You look so fucking incredible all the time. It kills me, what I’ll do for you.”
“What were you doing?”
“Later. After I’ve had my fill.”
“Prime—“
He bites my lower lip to shut me up. I whimper as he kisses me, pulls my top off, throws it aside.
His mouth finds my nipples, sucking gently, licking and swirling around, and fuck him, fuck him for making me wait, for leaving me here terrified he wasn’t coming home, only for him to show up and touch me like this, to make me want him too.
I grind into his lap, groaning as he sucks my chest, switching breasts, other hand tugging my hair until I’m leaning my hands back on his knees, back arched.
He turns, pinning me down on the couch, and pulls off my sweats. His mouth devours my inner thigh, moving up my belly, up to my mouth. His hard dick presses against my soaking, warm pussy, grinding into me, making me groan as I dig my fingers into his back.
“I realized something tonight,” he whispers, hand moving down between my legs.
His fingers flick and tease, slip inside my panties, part my lips and slide inside me with practiced ease.
I gasp at how good it feels to be touched and taken.
“We don’t have forever, do we? No matter what, we have right now. ”
“Bleak.”
“Not at all, baby. It means I need to enjoy you. I need to use you and take you as much as I can while I can right here and live in this.” His fingers glide deeper and I moan against his touch.
“Why… are you… doing this… fuuuck…. Philosophy stuff right now?”
“Saw an old friend earlier. Made me do some thinking.” He pulls his hand out and I release a pathetic, needy whimper. Since when did I whine like that? God, this man’s got me ruined.
His fingers slip into my mouth. He makes me suck them, licking my pussy taste away as he drops down between my legs.
“You should think more often,” I acknowledge, grabbing his hair as his mouth licks me, sucks my clit, flicks up and down my lips and drinks me down.
“You wouldn’t like that. My thoughts always turn dark.”
“You think this is dark?”
“I think me sucking your pussy while the world burns is fucked up.”
“Prime—“
“No more talking, baby.” He pulls off his shirt. His tattooed, muscular torso makes my heart race wildly. “Bring me that pretty mouth.”
Down to my knees. He takes off his jeans and I wrap two hands around his hard dick.
His hooded, lust-filled gaze locks on me as I lick him and suck him, stroking and getting his shaft spitty.
He moans and I love that sound. I love making him feel this way, ruining him, making him desperate for me to keep going.
He trembles, melts, breaks, all because I touch him.
Because I moan, slurp, lick, and suck. His big cock stretching my mouth wide and I reach between my legs, touching myself as I go wild on him, whimpering and moaning.
“Fuck baby,” he snarls, head thrown back. One hand pushes me down deeper. “My fucking god I want to come in this pretty mouth.”
I pull away, gasping. “Don’t you dare.”
“Then don’t keep doing that. I’m going to fucking burst on your tongue.”
I lean back, head tilted, licking my lips. I suck the tip of my finger. “Guess I’m done then.”
“Deanna,” he warns, eyes burning.
“We should get dressed.”
“Fuck that.” He stands and drags me to my feet. I laugh as he lifts me and slams me back against a wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, his powerful arms cupping my ass. He lowers me down to his dick and my laughter turns to moaning as he thrusts inside me.
“Oh my god,” I groan, eyes rolling back as stars fill my vision. He’s so big he rips me in half. It hurts and it feels good, like everything with Prime.
“That’s right, baby. These tits are all mine. Those lips are all mine. And this fucking pussy—“ He slams into me deep. “All fucking mine.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he fucks me savagely.
I’m controlled and held by him, and it’s all I can do to keep from screaming as he fills me again and again.
His thrusts are manic and monstrous and his low, lusty snarls make my head spin.
Sweat rolls in rivulets down his chest and I cry out his name, brain turning to mush.
Prime lets me down. I drop to my knees and suck his dick clean, head buzzing, but he pulls me back to the couch and pins me down, ass in the air, cock filling me from behind.
He fucks me like that, one arm held behind my back.
“I love you like this, baby, your pussy filled to the brim. You can barely think. I can barely breathe. I want to break inside your lovely cunt so badly it drives me wild.”
“Don’t stop yet,” I plead, riding on the edge. “God, keep going, I’m so close.”
He slams into me and pulls my hair. He forces my face back and kisses me over my shoulder, one hand cupping my breasts as he rips into me over and over. “Delicious,” he moans. “God you’re so good.”
“Prime, fuck yes, please, more.”
He gives me every inch, moaning my name, as lost as I am, and we fuck and writhe like that, the world gone except for him, and when he whispers in my ear that he loves me, I finally break.
The orgasm shatters me. I come so hard darkness tunnels my vision.
I moan and squeal as he thrusts, slamming against my ass, and roars as he comes too.
I feel him spill hot and warm on my back, as far up as my shoulders.
He covers me, pumping his cock desperately, and falls back with a gasp for air.
I stay on my belly, stretching like a satisfied cat.
“God damn look at you,” he says, patting my ass lovingly. “So damn pretty.”
“Yeah? I bet you love it. Can you get me a towel, please?”
“I think I’ll leave you like that.”
“Prime!”
“You’re so lovely covered in my cum.”
“Towel!”
He smacks my ass harder. “What’s the magic word?”
“Right now.”
“Good enough.” He returns with a wet rag and gently cleans me. When he’s done, we dress, and I end up with my feet in his lap. He rubs them absently, smiling and finishing his coffee as my eyes get heavy.
“You just about fucked me to sleep, you know that?”
“Go ahead and get some rest if you need it.”
“Not yet. I need to hear about where you’ve been.”
“Ah, yeah, that.”
“Prime—“
“No, I’ll tell you. Remember my friend Shawn? And what happened to him? Well, I told you about that guy Alfonso, the one who showed me the ropes early on…”
He talks about his visit. It’s clear it hurts, seeing Alfonso again and reliving the old days. I listen and don’t interrupt until he finishes. “After I left, I went for a drive. Do you know how drugs move out of the city?”
My eyebrows arch. “I’d be pretty bad if I did.”
“They go by truck mostly. Easiest way of getting across the country. But they need to be properly packed and hidden, which is where my people come in. Sometimes though, there are delays. The trucks break down. They get caught at a weigh station, something like that. A cop pulls them over.”
“Okay… I mean, I love talking logistics, but where are you going with this?”
“Fontana’s bleeding. The whole outfit’s falling apart. My payments are the only thing propping them up.”
“And if those payments don’t come…”
“More pressure.” He shrugs and leans his head back. “I’m not saying it’ll fix everything, but it’s another step in the process.”
I sit up and curl against him, kissing his neck. “You know what you need to do, right?”
“I’m coming up with some ideas.”
“Prime.” I touch his cheek and make him look at me. “You can’t do this alone.”
“I don’t have another choice.”
“You have to tell Stellan.”
He goes still. His legs tense. He shakes his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Prime—“
“I betrayed him. Stellan told me not to make any deals without him, at least none that include the Famiglia. And you know who runs the trucking depots?”
My stomach twists. God, the lengths he’s going to protect me. “You have to tell him. Stellan’s your friend, right? It’s the only way we get out of this.”
“No.”
“You said yourself, the delays are pressure, but not enough. Stellan can tip things.”
“No, Deanna.”
“You have to. It’s the only choice.”
He curses and pulls away. I reach for him, but he slips from my fingers. I watch him pace across the living room, beautiful, a pissed-off caged tiger in the flesh. “I’ve given everything to the Corsetti. The Famiglia is my life, at least it was, until I married you.”
“They’ll understand.”
“You don’t know gangsters.”
“But I know you, and Stellan does too. Tell him the truth. Swear you’ll make amends and really do it. But if we want to find a way to tip the scales against Fontana, we’re going to need Stellan. You can’t do everything alone.”
“It’s always been that way. I’m nothing but trouble. Look at what I’ve done to you.”
“Stop it.” I get up and go to him. He doesn’t resist when I touch his chest and get on my toes to kiss his neck. “Talk to Stellan. You’re a good man, Prime, you have to stop thinking you’re toxic.”
“If you’re wrong? If all I do is kill people I care about?” The pain in his expression hurts. I kiss him hard, tugging at his hair.
“Don’t say that again. I love you, Prime, and we’re going to make it together, do you hear me?”
He nods once, his face filled with pain. We stand like that, bodies tangled, hearts beating, until he lets out a weary groan.
“Well, if I’m going to get killed today by my closest friend, I might as well shower and look decent when it happens.”
“I’ll join you.”
“That’s only going to be a distraction.”
“Live for today, remember?”
“Now that’s why I married you.”
“No, you married me for revenge. You fell in love with my ass and my wonderful personality.”