Chapter 24
Marcello
Ineed my fix of Ellie after the fucking night we’ve had. Igor and his pile of burning shit had to be taken care of before more people were alerted that the Russian head had been killed.
He had a shipment of women and children coming through my fucking airport, and no one had a fucking clue. The port director is getting a visit from Vin and me in the near future, seeing as it’s my pocket he’s in.
The skin trade is the hard line for me and the syndicate we run. Whatever else people want to dabble in—as long as I’m getting a cut—I could care less; no one does skin in my city. Organs are different, and they’re coming out of shitty-ass people that don’t need them anyways.
The muscles lining my jaw are sore as hell from being constantly clenched for hours. Mar had been so upset about the girls earlier that we had to take her to the airstrip to ensure they were okay. She shot the guy in the back of the plane with them point blank, no questions asked. Most of the girls looked thankful, but it also scared the fuck out of the few younger ones.
She is handling the girls’ care, getting them to safety, and having Haisley look over them. She has Noah on a manhunt to gather any information we can to figure out how or why they were targeted. Our main goal is to get them back to their families—if they even have families—and make sure said families didn’t sell them in the first place.
Finally walking out to my car from Sin’s, I see a bag on my passenger seat. I had one of my assistants, Beth, run out and pick some underwear out for Ellie. I won’t have my Ragazza Dolce without any underwear to dirty up for me. I made sure Beth knew to get daily ones that would be comfortable and practical.
I am watching Ellie’s nightly skincare routine through my special cameras on the app on my phone. She’s been taking sleeping pills here and there, and tonight, she just so happens to pop one of those—boy, am I going to have my fun tonight.
1Right when she turned eighteen, she came into Sin’s to become a member. She had filled out the necessary form to join, was healthy, and clean. The perk of being part owner at the time… I had full access to all of that information, including the kink quiz we make everyone fill out to help new members understand things about themselves they would never know otherwise.
The one that caught my eye on Ellie’s was Somnophilia. She was interested in giving up full control but said that she could never do it when awake. That’s exactly where I came in. Well, not until later, when she finally moved out of her dad’s place.
The last couple of months have been the time of my life. It brings me too much joy knowing I’m giving my Ragazza Dolce exactly what she craves, fulfilling her darkest fantasies that not even her previous partners knew about.
By the time I’m out of my daydream, I’m parking in my normal spot at her apartment and grabbing the bag from my passenger seat.
Thankfully, Blair is out somewhere, and Noah is on watch again. He better pay more attention this time, little fucker. His ass is lucky he’s so good at what he does.
She’s been out like a light for about an hour, but I still creep the door open, check that she’s still asleep before entering her room, and slide in against her wall. I set the bag containing all her new underwear on her desk before turning around to face my most prized possession.
Ellie Dixon.
I’m getting my fix.
Thank fuck she moved out of her Dad’s… it was becoming too much not being able to have her at all. Now I have easy access to her. I need to find out why she’s taking sleeping medicine, but right now, I don’t question it because those little sleeping pills are working in my favor.
I’m at the end of her bed, standing over her motionless body. I pull the blankets off of her, causing my breath to hitch; she’s completely bare. The air in my lungs sinks to the bottom like cement. Her body will always amaze me. I just watched her climb into her bed completely naked, but seeing her in person is otherworldly.
I run my hands up her legs, starting at her inner ankles and stopping right where her thighs meet. She’s lying on her back, almost like she knew to be ready for me. I grip the side of her juicy hips and ass that are spilling out from the back, and she lets out a little hum. The hips on her need to be outlawed. Her cunty-ass mother used to bitch at her about her body and weight constantly, and it would send burning white hot rage through me. Any mother who can talk to or about their child like that deserves to be punished. Karma paid her mother a visit, thankfully.
I keep running my hands up and down her milky thighs, appreciating the tattoos she has scattered over her legs. They look so fucking good when she has a pair of her signature fish nets on.
Fuck, my cock is pulsing.
I pry her legs apart, unwilling to wait any longer. I try to control myself from being too loud, but a groan slips out of me. I see her breathing pick up, but her eyes are still completely shut. I probably should’ve asked Doc what the dosage she’s on will do to her. Or what can I get away with while she’s out.
I lean down so I’m finally face-level with her pretty little pussy, running my nose up and down her slit. A deep inhale of her musky scent, and I’m biting my lip, trying not to tell her exactly how she makes me feel… feral.
I never know when it will be my last time to do this. I’ve seen this pretty cunt one too many times without tasting her. That ends tonight.
Both of my hands are pushing on her inner thighs, spreading her wide for me. I sit there for a few seconds, admiring my exquisite pussy. I run my hands up her thighs and use one hand to separate her lips from above, being sure to pull up on her clitoral hood as well. I need the best access to the little bundle of nerves, and I know she needs to get off for this to be fine with her.
I take my flat tongue from her back entrance right up to her clit. Sucking the tight nub into my mouth, causing her breath to hitch. I pause, just letting my breath pass over her now wet pussy.
I look up, making sure I’m still in the clear—I am. No time is wasted; I dive back in, devouring her alive. I’m rutting into the bed, reaching down, unbuttoning my pants, and pulling my leaking cock out to run two fingers over the tip, collecting my pre-cum. I slide them into her warm, soaking hole. I will fuck her, but I really want her to look me in the eyes when she takes me and my piercings for the first time. That thought has me sucking her clit into my mouth and curling my fingers to rub against her G-spot. Her chest is heaving, but she’s still sleeping. I whisper to her, “Have the best wet dream, Ragazza Dolce.”
Before I know it, she’s shattering beautifully for me—mouth open, panting, limbs convulsing, rubbing her swollen cunt all over my face. Even while knocked the fuck out, she can’t resist me.
Withdrawing my fingers from her and sucking them into my mouth, I hum my approval, which makes her lips twitch into the faintest smile. I won’t miss a drop of her release.
All my self-control leaves my body; I kneel above her limp body, pump my cock up and down a few times, and blow my load all over her stomach. Some of me even makes it up to cover her perfect tits. I leave it right where it belongs and cover her back up. I lean down to kiss her on the forehead and walk out, completely sated.
I whisper, more so to myself, “Until next time, Elle.”
I stroll out her apartment door with one thought bouncing around in this deranged head.
Mine.
1.Take Me First - Bad Omens