Page 11 of Omega's Vengeance

“I’m not going to tell you anything that would harm Valentino or his family. You can zap my balls all the live long day. I’m not talking.”

“We’ll see,” I grate. “Now turn around so I can cuff you, or else.”

A muscle works in his cheek and he looks obstinate. But then, after a moment, he turns.

I do my best not to show it, but I’m relieved he’s complied. Regardless of my cocky attitude, going head to head with Dario is intimidating. I tuck the prod under my arm, and drop the flashlight near my feet. Then I move forward quickly and cuff him. As suspected, his wrists are thick and I’m glad I thought ahead about the cuffs. Regular cuffs would never have fit. Then I step back and he turns to face me. The flashlight’s yellow light bounces off the walls, and I’m able to see the outline of a hardon through his slacks.

The knowledge he’s got an erection does very weird things to me. I’m not sure what to feel. I’m vaguely flattered that just being near me turns him on, but pissed that I too am sporting a woody. Apparently we’re both kinky fucks. I want to pretend he’s the only one being affected by our weird connection, but I’d be lying. Truth is, I have to control my need to move closer to him. I want his full lips on mine again. I want his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my ass. I feel shaky and hot with need, which is humiliating. Bewildering. Why the hell are we so aroused by each other? We have been since the second we met. I’ve never experienced anything like this.

Is this some primitive alpha omega thing?

Whatever it is, I resent the hell out of it. Frustrated with my own arousal, I jab the prod into his stomach. He’s not expecting it and he cries out and falls to his knees. Breathing hard, he coughs and pants, head down. Still angry at the way he affects me, I jab him again in his shoulder. This time he doesn’t cry out. He wasn’t taken off guard this time around. He grunts and his entire body shudders, but he doesn’t show any weakness.

His stoicism pisses me off even more, so I shock him half a dozen more times. I don’t stop until he lying on the ground like a broken doll. He groans and tries to roll onto his stomach, but I stop him with my foot. Because his hands are cuffed behind his back, I feel fairly safe getting really close. I think I surprise us both when I straddle his thighs. His body is trembling, and his eyes are shut.

“I love seeing you in pain,” I murmur. “Bringing you to your knees is exhilarating.”

He opens his eyes. “You’re a sick little punk.”

“I know,” I smirk. “It’s part of my charm.”

“Fuck you. Fuck you and theentireAbella Syndicate.”

“Oh, yeah?” I jab the prod under his arm and he roars angrily. His entire body is shaking and his thigh muscles are tensed as hard as steel. My dick is still stiff and his is tenting his slacks. Does he like this shit? Is he getting off on the pain?

He’s breathing hard as our eyes lock. “Valentino was too lenient with your family,” he growls. “Screw you and your thieving father.”

Furious he mentioned my father, I jab him with the prod again and he groans in obvious agony. “You like this? Keep talking about my father. Just keep fucking talking. I can do this all day, Dario.”

When I stick him again he arches his back. With his head thrown back, veins bulge in his thick throat. My mouth waters and I’d love to lick and suck the skin of his throat. I must be a fucking nutcase. The more pain he’s in, the harder I get. I’m mystified by my reaction to him. I’ve never been into BDSM shit, but having him squirming under me is definitely a turn on. I can’t help myself, and I rub my hand down over his raised crotch.

He shudders, and rumbles, “I thought you weren’t going to go near my balls.”

“Well, they’re right there.” I leer.

I startle when he suddenly jolts his hips up, and I fall onto his broad chest. Since I’ve fallen forward, he’s able to clamp his legs around my calves. I’m tilted forward, balancing on my knees, so that our faces are mere inches apart. I’m horrified, yet also excited by the new position. As I look into his dark eyes, the lust and danger I see swirling is exhilarating. I need to do something quick because in this position, he could turn me over and I’d be athismercy.

“Get your legs off mine, Dario,” I demand in a cold voice, gripping the cattle prod tight. He looks so smug, it worries me. Why does he look so freaking calm when I’m the one with the weapon?

He swallows hard, his dark eyes glittering. “You gonna pretend you don’t want me?”

I’m sure the position we’re in makes it impossible for him to not feel my erection. Still, my pride dictates I deny my desires.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

I say hoarsely, “All I want is for you to let me go.”

His upper lip curls in a derisive smile. “Liar.” An embarrassing whimper escapes my lips when he thrusts against me slowly, his movements are sensual. Seductive. “Undo my pants and ride me,” he whispers, eyes glittering with lust.

Shocked by how much I want to do as he says, I clench my teeth. I’m sickened by how much I’d love to take him up on his offer. The asshole ismyprisoner. He’s cuffed and on his back inmycellar. Yet the smile he gives me is cocky. Assured. The bastard seriously thinks he has the upper hand, and he’s not even completely wrong. Iamtempted to give him what we both want.

The only protection I have from the bewildering lust eating away at me is cruelty. So I swiftly jab the prod against the side of his throat, and when he roars in pain and his legs release me, I scramble off of him and retreat toward the cellar stairs. Without looking back, I escape up the steps. Only when I’ve slammed the big door closed, locking him in the cellar, do I calm down.

Heart pounding, I lean on the door, covered in sweat and breathing hard. There’s something weird going on between us. If I’m not very,verycareful, Dario will get the upper hand. If I let my guard down again, he’ll likely be the one running the show.

I can’t let that happen. I owe it to my father’s memory to destroy the Black Knives Syndicate. The first step in doing that will be to spill Dario’s blood in front of Valentino. Then I’ll brutally murder Valentino Syracuse and reclaim all the things that were taken from the Abella Syndicate. I don’t just want the ports, as my father wanted. I want it all. I want to run this town and erase the name of Syracuse from people’s memories.

Chapter Three

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