19. Delancy
Delancy
I t’s been a week since that asshole shot me. My shoulder is still sore as hell, and I haven’t been able to properly fuck my vixen. She’s been adamant about me resting and healing, and all I want to do is sink inside her wet pussy.
“Why are you pouting?” Noah asks, setting a tray of food on my lap.
“Thinking about how desperately I need to fuck you.”
I inspect the plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast. Either she’s getting better at cooking, or she ordered this from the deli a few streets over.
After taking a bite of the eggs, I decide she definitely ordered this.
“Yeah? Tell me what you’d do to me? Would you fuck me hard enough to leave bruises and make my pussy ache?”
She snatches a piece of bacon and pops it into her mouth.
“Mmm. Salty.” She licks her fingers, sucking them greedily before swiping her tongue over her lips.
She’s teasing me.
I place the tray on the bed and stand directly in front of her. She sucks in a breath as I tower over her five-foot ten height.
My fingers wrap around her neck, and I squeeze.
“Stop being a brat,” I growl and kiss her roughly.
She gasps against my lips, parting her mouth to let my tongue caress and explore her sweet taste. She had an iced coffee this morning, and it mixes with the smoky and salty flavors of the bacon she just ate.
“Careful,” she says after I release her. “You’re going to break open the stitches.”
“It was five stitches and they’re nearly dissolved.” I toss her on the bed and the tray full of my breakfast rattles. I swipe it out of the way, and it clatters onto the floor below.
“What the fuck, Del? You just wasted a shit ton of food. You’re cleaning that up.”
“Flip over, slut.”
She thinks about defying my order, pissed I made a mess of the lovely breakfast she brought me.
I’ll make it up to her later. She sighs heavily before flipping on her stomach.
The minute she does, I pull down her sweats and panties.
My hand comes down hard on her ass, causing her cheeks to ripple like waves.
She lets out a grunt and when I do it again and again, she buries her face into the bed to muffle her screams of pleasure.
I run the tip of my finger up and down her ass crack.
“I want to fuck this tight hole. Will you let me fuck you here?”
She pushes against my finger, and it sinks between her cheeks. When I reach her puckered ring, I press the tip in.
“Yes,” she pants.
“Are you a good little slut who’s had men here before?”
“Yes, Delancy. I’m a slut. I’m your slut. Fuck my ass. Make it hurt.”
I spank her again and she moans.
“No longer concerned about my stitches?”
“Fuck your stitches. I need you, now, please.” She gets on her hands and knees: an invitation.
I take a bottle of lube out of the bedside table drawer and squeeze the thick gel on two fingers.
“Let me see just how tight you are.”
I push one finger in slowly and she arches her back.
“Oh, yes, you’re tight. Are you sure you can take me?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll take it all, please, give me your cock.”
My hand crashes down on her left cheek. “Good girls get rewarded, and you’re being a brat right now. Be. Patient.”
She whimpers as I push my finger all the way in. I ease it out, then begin pumping. I’m slow at first, then speed up when I add a second finger.
“You’re doing so well, Noah. Are you ready?” I ask after stretching her asshole enough it won’t hurt.
“I’m ready, please,” she rasps.
I remove my fingers, and she whines at the loss. After stripping my sweats, I grab my dick and soak it with lube. I line the thick head to her asshole and push in barely an inch.
She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Relax, sweetheart.”
She groans, and I press in halfway.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t call you sweetheart,” I say at the same time she does and thrust in, to the hilt.
She screams at the sudden sensation of my size but, if it hurts, she shows no signs of pain.
I move in and out slowly.
“Delancy, go faster, please,” she begs.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and I hear the soft shuffle of feet behind me.
“Well, isn’t this a sight to see?” a familiar voice chuckles.
My gun is sitting within reach on the bedside table and it’s in my hand before this asshole can finish speaking.
“What the fuck are you doing in my safe house, Elias?” I point the gun at him while my cock stays fully seated inside Noah’s ass.
She looks over her shoulder at the intruder.
“Hey there, Elly,” she says, and he narrows his eyes at her. I don’t even remember telling her my brother’s nickname but hearing her say it makes me proud.
“I could join,” he offers. “See which brother fucks you better?”
“Mhm... tempting,” Noah says and starts bouncing on my dick. I know she’s not joking either.
“Get the fuck out, Elias,” I growl and drop the gun so I can hold Noah down. I spread her cheeks and pound into her ass. She moans with every rough thrust.
“And miss the finish?”
He walks over to the wingback chair in the corner of the room and sits, propping his ankle on his knee. He has a glass of whiskey in his hand—my whiskey, the bastard—and takes a sip.
“Let him watch,” Noah cries out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. “It’s turning me on.”
I don’t mind a little voyeurism, but not when it’s my asshole of a brother. But Noah’s into it, and I’ll do whatever she asks of me, begs of me .
I'm still pissed, though, and take it out on Noah’s asshole.
I slap both of her cheeks hard enough to leave a red outline of my hand and she moans. She’s being so vocal for our guest.
Which pisses me off even more.
I thrust into her at a damning pace until her tight hole clenches around my cock and an orgasm washes over her. I reach my climax soon after.
“I see you’re recovering well from being shot,” Elias says as I lean over Noah’s body, huffing and sweating.
After removing my cock from her ass, I watch my cum leak out and push it back inside where it belongs.
Elias sighs, the impatient fucker.
I grab Noah by the neck to bring her in for a kiss.
“Go clean up,” I whisper against her lips.
Noah nods and crawls off the bed, not an ounce concerned about being half naked in front of my brother. She gives him a little wave as she walks by, and he watches her every step of the way.
“What do you want?” I ask the moment Noah’s in the bathroom.
“Gio Lenetti shot you.”
“He did.”
“And why did I hear about it from Sa—someone else?” He takes another sip of his whiskey. “Not to mention that stunt you two pulled at the party. Engaged to Lenetti's daughter? Seriously, Lance?”
He sets the glass down on the small round table next to the chair.
“What’s the goal here? Are you making a play—”
“We have a plan,” I say in a low, warning voice.
“ We?” Elias shakes his head. “You’re pussy whipped. What is this plan? Are you sure she’s not using you? Leading you to a trap?”
“If she wanted me dead, I’d be dead. We know what we’re doing. We don’t need your help.”
“Actually, we do need his help,” Noah says, coming out of the bathroom. She’s found a pair of underwear, but the sheer fabric does nothing to hide her trimmed bush peeking through. Elias is also staring, so I punch him in the jaw.
“What the fuck, Lance?”
“Stop looking at her like that.”
“Boys, stop fighting,” Noah stands between us as Elias puffs out his chest and raises his chin, ready to hit me back. She raises a brow at Elias. “And your brother’s right. Stop looking at me or I’ll tell Sage.”
Elias narrows his eyes at Noah, calling her bluff. She picks up her phone off the bedside table and taps away until finding Sage’s phone number.
“Okay, fuck.”
Elias is trying to get a rise out of me. I have no doubt my brother finds Noah attractive, but he’d never act on his feelings. Especially with his sights set on Sage.
“Now, Elias, we need you to join us for dinner tomorrow night at my father’s townhouse on the Lower East Side.”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Noah holds up a finger to stop him from further protest.
“I promise it will be worth your time.”
N oah has no idea what she’s doing. Inviting the leader of a rival mob into the home of New York City’s most notorious mobster is begging for someone to be shot and killed.
And I doubt we’ll be planning Gio Lenetti’s funeral.
Noah says her plan is to convince these two powerful men into working together and forming one mighty mafia—her words, which I pointed out that mighty mafia sounds like a cartoon that airs on Saturday mornings.
I don’t see how this will work. It would still mean putting one of them in charge of the combined organizations while the other plays right-hand man.
Gio Lenetti will kill Elias before letting him rule. My brother is also a stubborn asshole and won’t give up control. He only agreed to dinner because Noah explained that combining the mafias is temporary until we can uncover the truth about our mothers’ murders.
“If it’s my father, he will pay for what he did, and Elias can take over sole control of the combined organizations.” Noah says to me in the car, heading to Gio’s townhouse on the Lower East Side.
She’s too scared to say that her father must die. She knows that’s the only answer. But who kills him? Me or her?
I don’t think I could let her live with that. I know what it’s like to kill a parent and the trauma that never goes away. Even if she finds out he betrayed her, she still loved him. He still cared for her for the past thirty-one years.
“We’re already planning to dismantle the Lords, so if it was Finn O’Connor who put out the hits twenty years ago, then he dies.
Either way, we offer his soldiers and associates immunity for providing us insider information that will help us absorb their organization or threaten death if they refuse. ”
“You’re too trusting, Noe. We shouldn’t let any of the Lords live.”
“They’re just following orders. We can vet them. Or torture them. I’m sure you’d love doing that.”
I would love that. Still, we’ll have to discuss this further. I’ve yet to meet a Lord soldier who isn’t as corrupt as their leader.