Page 47 of Devilish King (Valentino Empire 1)

“Yes, come for me, dolcezza. Make that pussy clench around my cock, milking me. Fuck yes! Just like that. I fucking love to soak my cock in your juices.”

“Oh God, Theo!” I scream as I follow up my first orgasm with a second.

“Fuck yes. So. Fucking. Perfect.” Theo stills as he empties himself inside me. Ever since that one slip up, he’s not bothered with condoms. I guess I haven’t either. I know in my head it’s not the smartest move, but I love the feeling of nothing but skin between us.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Ihate fucking waiting for people. It’s not hard to be on time to a meeting. Right now, I’m sitting in an empty office, waiting for John Junior, Lana’s brother—AKA the new head of the Mortello family. One thing he and I have in common? Being thrown into our roles years before we expected it. It’s also theonlything we have in common. I can’t fucking stand the guy.

People think I’m crazy, but John Junior—well, his craziness knows no bounds. I give him five yearsat most,before it catches up with him and he meets a bullet between the eyes.

I check my watch again. He’s now officially five minutes late. I’ll wait another five and then I’m out of here. I don’t fucking wait on any motherfucker. If he can’t show up on time, that’s on him.

I watch the clock tick over, and just as I’m about to get up and walk out, he strolls in. Pausing for him to take a seat, I stare the man down, silently trying to gauge what kind of mood he’s in today. “You’re late,” I say.

“It’s New York. Traffic’s a bitch.” He shrugs. “So, whatcha got for me? What fucking idiot killed my pops?”

“She’s been dealt with. One of the kitchen staff, a disgruntled woman. I killed her in your father’s kitchen.” The lie slips from my tongue with ease. I may hate Lana at the moment, but even I wouldn’t subject her to her brother’s wrath.

“You couldn’t have held them on ice for me?”

“They killed my father too.I was there.I had to watch them suffocate to death, foaming at the mouth and shit. I had to hear my mother’s screams.Yourmother’s screams. I took action then and there.”

“Tell me something. Where was my sister while all of this was going down?”

“Right fucking next to me. Why?”

“No reason. She’s been awfully quiet about the whole ordeal.”

“Like I said, she watched her father die at her dining table. I suspect she’s both grieving and in shock.” She’s probably also caught up by guilt. I know Lana; she plays a tough game but she’s never taken a life before. This has to be messing with her head.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. So, what now? Are you expecting push back?” John’s referring to my leadership of the family.

I may be next in line for the throne, but anyone can try to make a claim for my seat. They won’t fucking win it, but they can always try. “No. You?”

“Not that I’m aware of, unfortunately. I could use a good war.” He smirks.

“Right. Well, if that’s all, I have other business to attend to.”

“One more thing. This engagement with my sister. Are you intending on honoring the deal?”

Fuck. I was hoping to God he didn’t fucking mention that—it would have made things a lot fucking easier if he hadn’t. “And what exactly do you know about the deal?”

“Not much, just that my pops said it was the only way, and that the marriage would solve all of his problems.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, well, that marriage won’t be happening. Whatever our fathers were planning, it died with them.”

“Why? You got a better offer?”

“I can’t marry her, John. I’m already married,” I say.

“You’re married? Since when? My invite must have gotten lost in the mail.”

“We eloped, two days ago. It’s new.”

“Very. And also convenient, considering how opposed to the union you’ve been. Our fathers both die, and two days later you marry someone else.”

“What are you getting at?” Now I’m pissed off. Yes, I wanted out of that deal, but never in my life would I have killed my own fucking father to achieve it.

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