Page 22 of Merciless & Mated

I walked the hallways blind, feasting on every inch of Gianna’s skin I could reach while she clung to me. The moment our suite door closed behind us, I had her up against it, tearing her tank top from her body and wrestling with the button and zipper of her jeans to shove them down her hips. She helped me along with the task, letting me free my cock so that when she jumped into my arms again, I could fuck into her dripping core.

Her distress through the bond had launched me to my feet, walking out on Bianca mid-sentence while the others stared after me. I would deal with the consequences later. I refused to think about what would’ve happened if I hadn’t left.

The keen Gianna made when I drove into her soothed down all my ravenous instincts that called for violence. I had saved her. She was here with me now, ready and willing to let me reaffirm that she was mine. Every thrust into her body leashed the beast a little more, letting me channel that energy into sex instead of death.

Gianna panted my name. Her nails dug into my scalp, her crossed ankles pushing insistently at my hips.

Mine.

Mine to keep.

Mine to ruin.

All fucking mine.

Her scent shifted back to normal, filling my nose with peaches and sweet tea, every breath filled with that syrupy fragrance I had begun to crave like air.

A pounding against the door scared the absolute shit out of both of us, and I pulled out of her, letting her feet settle onto the ground even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I wrenched the door open to see Elio standing there.

“If you don’t get your ass back to that meeting, Bianca’s going to feed you into a wood chipper.”

Fuck.

He cast a pointed glance at my hair Gianna had ruined, and my cock still coated in her juices. “Shower first. I’ll wait here.”

I slammed the door and dragged my omega into the bathroom. I could ruin her just as easily in the shower as against the door. Her nervousness flickered through the bond, but she seemed happy enough to hop right back on my cock. I fucked her until we both came undone beneath that warm spray and I was forced back to that god-awful meeting.

Leaving her behind felt like unleashing ants under my skin, but I couldn’t disobey a direct order, not if I wanted her to stay safe.

“She’s not going to like how bold the omega has made you,” Elio said as we walked.

“If I hadn’t gone, she might be dead now and our alliance with the Mancinis would be over.”

It was a truth and a lie. I hadn’t gone to her because of the alliance, but it was an excuse I would need when I faced Bianca again.

“What the fuck was that, Marco?” Bianca hissed when we re-entered her rooms.

“One of your capos was trying to take what was mine. I’m not going to let him compromise the alliance or undermine any of us. You gave the omega to me, and he was trying to take something that wasn’t earned.”

Something in my memory prodded at me. I’d been so distracted by Gianna I hadn’t even realized at first. If the capo had taken Gianna, he’d likely been the one to take the Conti and Russo girls too. Fucking fuck.

“I think he’s working with the Rossis.”

That got everyone’s attention. Irritation still flickered in Bianca’s eyes. “Which capo?”

“Nerin.”

A muscle in her jaw ticked. “Where is he?”

“Probably still on the floor.”

Bianca snapped her fingers. “Enzo, find him. Take him to the interrogation room.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He rose out of his seat and disappeared out the door.

“Tell me why you think one of my capos has betrayed us,” Bianca demanded.

I moved to the map on one of her walls that marked out all of the territories, pointing to the three segments controlled by the Mancinis, Contis, and Russos. “There were two other omegas with Gianna when we extracted her, all of them from the leading families in territories that control bridges into Rossi territory. If they had the same plan, to traffick those women to Rossi leaders, force bonds on them, and subsequently force alliances with the leaders of territories on our side of the river?—”

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