Page 29 of Detest (DeLancy Crime Family)

Chapter Seventeen

Corentina

Rémy takes me up the stairs bridal style and walks directly into the VIP room. I’ve been here a couple of times to do private shows for some of the higher clientele Diamond Dancers has. But this is the first time I’ve been up here alone with Rémy.

Diamond Dancers opens in a couple of hours, and we all came in early because of the meeting he called, which was incredibly intense. Then the entire thing with Brittney pissed me off, and well, I went a bit crazy. I lost my fucking mind a bit, if I’m being honest.

She deserved it. Honestly, she deserves much more than what I did to fuck up her face. I’d have kept going if I could’ve, but Rémy pulled me back, essentially saving her from my wrath. God, she infuriates the hell out of me. I hate women like her. Not many people know this, but I’m so angry at her because I’ve seen women like her doing this to men in Germany all the time. It practically became something that’s normalized, and it’s enraging. There’s no excuse for trapping people with a lie.

Rémy lowers me down, and my feet hit the floor. He walks with me to the en suite in the VIP room, and my hands are red and inflamed. I’m not shocked, not with how hard the impact had been when my fists collided with Brittney’s pathetic face.

I scan my hands delicately, and luckily nothing’s broken, and I’m not bleeding. Thank goodness, I can put some primer on my hands, use some concealer, and I’ll be good to go later tonight.

Rémy’s phone rings and he picks it up, not even bothering to look and see who it is. “Yeah.”

I obviously can’t hear anyone on the other line, but his brows furrow and he nods. “Okay, let me see if Cora can take over Poppy’s set.”

Immediately, I nod, confirming I can. It’ll be two long sets, but I’ll make it work. Plus, the money’s good, so I won’t turn it down. Being in show business, you never know when the curtain will close for your last call. Then again, those are Ursula’s words coming straight into my mind.

“She can do it, so we’re good,” Rémy tells whoever’s on the other line with him.

Rémy ends the call and sets the phone on the coffee table. “Is Poppy okay?” I question him.

“Yeah, she started getting a stomach bug, so Madelaine told her to leave and rest up,” Rémy fills in the details.

“Okay,” I murmur, hoping my friend feels better soon. I’ll make sure to send her a text later today and then stop in and check on her in the morning. I bet some bland oatmeal and some hot tea will help her feel better. But I’m sure if I bring over some anti-nausea meds, she’ll feel even better.

“What’s the matter? You seem stressed.” I’m falling deeper in love with this man every time I see him, but like all the rest of his gender, they tend not to realize the obvious.

“I am stressed. Aren’t you?” I ask, a bit baffled.

“No, I’m relieved. Everything is good now. We know she’s nothing more than a stupid woman who thought she could get one over on the DeLancy family. I have no doubt she would’ve done this to any of my brothers. I was simply the easy target.” Everything Rémy is saying is true, but I don’t feel better. Maybe it’s because I’ve had so many pent-up emotions over this situation with Brittney . . . but I don’t know how to release this anger I have built up inside me. It doesn’t feel like it’s over. Yeah, she’s been caught, she’s been found out, she’s been fucking made . . . but is it over? Is it really?

A few moments of silence pass between us, and I walk toward the window that looks down into the main area. I take in a couple deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. My heartbeat is still beating so fast I hear it pulsing in my head.

“Cora, what’s the matter?” Rémy asks as he comes up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my body, placing his lips at the back of my neck.

“I’m worried this isn’t over with. I don’t know what you’re going to do, or even what your family does . . . but it seems like you guys have some sort of criminal ties.”

Rémy pulls his lips away from my skin and turns me around to face him. He stares deep into my eyes as if he’s assessing me. “Brittney is done for, and that’s a fact. Now, regarding the last bit of your conversation—does it bother you if we do?”

It should, but it doesn’t. “No. Not in the slightest.”

A smirk pulls at the edge of Rémy’s lips, and he brings his mouth closer to mine. “Good, now spread your legs for me. I’ve been dying to be deep inside you since I saw you going ape-shit on Brittney.”

I lick my bottom lip and spread my legs apart. I’m wearing a flowy dress today, and he hikes the skirt up over my hips. Rémy hooks a thumb under my panties and pulls—hard. The fabric rips, and I swear this man only gets hotter every time I’m with him.

He snickers and collides his lips with my own. Our kiss is hungry and fast-paced. It’s sloppy, and that’s okay. I don’t need Rémy to make love to me right now. All I need is for him to fuck me like I’m his own personal whore. He slides his hands up under my thighs and presses me against the window.

I gasp, terrified people can see us.

He chuckles and breaks our kiss. With the most intense look in his eyes, I practically melt to the floor as he starts speaking, “They can see us, but I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine, Cora. Everyone here knows it, so let them watch me fucking you because they’ll know it’s better to stay on your good side than get on your bad one.”

I paw at Rémy’s belt and unfasten it, and together we work to get his raging-hard cock free. Pre-cum is oozing at the head of his dick, and he slides his hand back under my thigh, then drives his cock deep inside me. I gnaw on my bottom lip as he goes further inside me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.

“I love the way your expressions change when I shove my fat cock in you,” he tells me, bringing his lips down to the nape of my neck. He sucks my skin between his mouth, and if he isn’t too careful, he’s going to give me a hickey.

“Rémy, be careful. I have two sets tonight,” I urge him, but the man doesn’t care. He keeps going, and he stops when he’s satisfied.

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