Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Angel
I look down at her full pale pink lips, her big blue eyes shining up at me. She’s so fucking clean and perfect, all I want to do is make her fucking dirty.
And I mean filthy.
I want to cum on every square inch of her, penetrate every hole, leave marks all over her body.
I’ve been watching her for a while.
Her father came to me two months ago with a deal…
It was before Rush and Vigo, when I thought marrying Promise might be my one chance to seize enough power and position to beat out my uncle and Vincent Morelli.
The particulars? I help him get the votes he needs to be the next Governor of New York, he gives me a position in my precinct that adds actual political sway to my criminal enterprise and sells me a tract of land for pennies on the dollar. I can then resell the land or develop it.
But either way, I will have all the money I need to dominate the criminal world of New York.
Coupled with my potential alliance with Rush Smith, I could be on the verge of creating an empire.
But right now, nothing is final, and so my family is still vulnerable, as am I.
Which is why I’m eager to lock in the first deal with Don. In two days’ time, I will be on the front page of every news source, tied to the most powerful man in the state.
And Donald Winthrop…he has the perfect reason to stop campaigning with his mute daughter, all the while painting her as the happy bride. Of late, her public image has been causing him grief.
Implied in our bargain is that before he runs for president, and he plans to, I will find a more permanent solution to the problem of his daughter, but as nothing has been set in stone, I’m not going to worry about the particulars of that part yet.
I’ll decide on how my marriage eventually ends later…after I’m done coating her with my cum.
But I’ve encountered one tactical error already. What I didn’t anticipate was her will.
I thought she’d gone silent because she was mentally not all there. Some doll that he propped up to stand next to him and smile.
I am surrounded by whores. And by that, I mean women who sell themselves for money. They barely pretend to be engaged in sex with a man. I stopped fucking them a long time ago. I’ll take the occasional blow job in a pinch, but I have no desire to put my cock in their diseased holes.
Still, I’m not opposed to fucking a woman who is mentally barely paying attention. There is a certain ease to it.
So I was fine with using Promise like my personal fuck doll.
I had it all wrong, though. She might be silent, but she’s no doll. Under the surface, she’s completely lucid, and really fucking pissed off.
That might have its advantages too.
I just need to proceed the right way. Which means, maybe not sticking my dick in her mouth just yet. She’s got teeth, and my guess…she’d use them.
But she will suck it. Just like she’ll behave herself in all the ways I want her to. I am not cruel to women as a general rule, but I do get my way. Always.
And I make sure everyone knows that when I make a rule, it’s followed.
Even my brothers.
Like today…I meant it when I said no one touches Promise. She’s my fuck doll to play with, no one else’s.
“Do you understand?”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes blank of expression this time. I push the tip of my thumb between her lips.
Fuck. Even now, I can’t help but explore. When her father came to me, I told him I’d think about his offer and that night, I tuned in to the local access channel, and that’s when I saw her standing at his side.
She’d been in pale pink that night, the conservative cut of her dress not hiding the curves of her body, her blonde hair softly curled and hanging down her back.
I don’t know what it is about an innocent-looking woman that gets my motor running, but it makes me hotter than hell.
She lets my thumb slide into her mouth, her lips and tongue not moving as I drag the pad of my thumb over her bottom teeth.
Just watching it sink between her lips gives me a raging hard-on. “Suck,” I order, my eyes fixed on her lips.
I watch hesitation flicker in her eyes before she closes her lips, softly sucking on my finger.
It’s enough and I shove my thumb in deeper, watching it disappear as I swipe it across her tongue.
I feel her jaw flex, I know the bite is coming.
But I’m quicker, and I grab her jaw with my other hand, squeezing it in a tight grip. “Don’t you fucking dare bite me.”
She freezes, her eyes full of fight as they meet mine. But she doesn’t bite.
I like innocent. Love it. But the fire in her eyes is its own kind of hot. I grin down at her, showing teeth. “We’re going to have fun.”
She doesn’t answer, obviously, as she glares up at me. I pull my thumb out of her mouth, only to push it back in.
My lust isn’t a problem. It’ll burn itself out soon enough. In fact, I consider it an added perk to this entire arrangement.
She’s gone still again. She doesn’t protest. Doesn’t bite. But she doesn’t suck either. I find it slightly dissatisfying. I want the suction, though the sight of her lips pulling with the skin of my thumb makes my cock throb.
I pull my digit out and push it back in. “Suck,” I grunt, already wanting it to be my cock. Her eyes narrow for a second before her lips close, her tongue pressing up as she takes a tug at my thumb.
A wave of pleasure and pure fucking lust turns every one of my muscles taut as I resist the urge to whip my dick out.
My hand on her jaw slides down to the side of her neck and wraps around the back of it, under her silky curtain of hair. I pull her head closer and she comes, not resisting as the web of my thumb hits the corner of her mouth.
Fuck. It’s only my thumb and it’s hot as fuck.
But I can’t afford to lose myself here. Dirtying up the Upper East Side virgin is only a side benefit.
The main event is getting New York under my control. And the other families. They won’t come easily, which means I need to keep my little wifey in her place.
I let go of her neck and pull my thumb from between her lips. I’ll have to finish this tonight. Because downstairs, I’ve got work to do.
“Candy will be up for your waxing,” I tell her. “I’ll send her with dinner. There is a bed in the other room. I work late, so we won’t be leaving until three, four in the morning. Get some sleep while you wait.”
She looks up at me, her expression blank again.
“You understand everything I just said?”
She gives a tight nod.
“And you will do as I say.”
Nothing. Her expression remains blank. She doesn’t nod.
So that’s how it is. She’ll suck what I want her to suck, but when it comes to some verbal contract, she won’t enter.
Gotta be honest. It’s not a bad strategy.
I bend over, my face coming right down to her face. “Want to know why I’m called the Devil of New York?”
She shakes her head no.
One corner of my mouth tugs up. Who knew that a mute girl could be sassy?
“It’s the number of bodies I’ve laid in the ground. I’m not a good man.”
She nods yes. Finally, she agrees with something I’ve said.
“And I’m sure you’re eager to live through all of this—” She shakes her head no, her eyes filling with that fire again. I go still as I look down at her.
I saw how her father treated her today. Honestly, it’s nothing compared to what my adoptive father and Vigo would do to us regularly. But we’re men…
I drop down on my haunches again, my face now just below hers. “You don’t want to live, princess?”
She shakes her head no again. Then she brings her pinched forefinger and thumb to the palm of her other hand pretending to write.
For a moment, I stare, not understanding. Then I realize she’s asking for a pen and paper.
Not something I have up here, and I’m not certain I want to indulge any of her requests. I make the rules, not the other way around.
But I did just ask her a question, and I’d like her answer.
So I pull my phone from my pocket and open it, pulling up the notes. Then I give it to her.
Her eyes flick down to it before she gently takes it from my hand. Her fingers look delicate and dexterous as they fly over the digital keypad. She hands it back to me.
I don’t care about death. There isn’t much to live for.
I grunt as I read it. “I should have known you were going to be a drama queen.”
She glares—glares—at me as she snatches the phone back from my hand. She furiously types and then hands it back.
I’m not being dramatic. Go ahead. Kill me now, Devil.
I’ve got to give her points for style. But I need her alive. And what’s more, I’ve learned some important information about my little wifey. She’s not afraid of death. And I know she can tolerate pain.
“I’m not going to kill you.” At least, not yet. “But I promise, princess. Before I’m done, I will hear you scream. One way or the other.”
I watch as the color drains from her face, which is a pity because I like her particular shade of pink.
But like I said, she’ll come to heel. I always get what I want. And what I want is New York’s crime circuit firmly under my command, and her naked body to be mine for the taking.