Page 43 of DeLucas After Dark

“Tell me, do you believe that what you did makes amends for trying to wipe out my family?” I nod for Tácito to step forward. “For doing this?” I point out Tácito’s injury.

“What would you have me do?”

“Sloane? What should we make him do?” I ask.

“Suffer then die.”

“I can’t argue with my wife. You understand, she’s pregnant. I have to give her what she wants.” I rise and grab Piergiuliano and push him in front of his father

The sniveling man attempts to crawl away, but hobbled the way he is, he only succeeds in doing an awful caterpillar impression. The chain jangles with his movements.

“Do you know what’s in those tanks?” I point toward the large containers in the room and wait for Pierangelo’s nod. “Now, typically we dissolve dead bodies after we do the whole torture and dismember song and dance, but today I want to switch things up.” I step on Piergiuliano’s neck, halting his escape. “I want to hear your son sing.”

“Madonna santa, Valentino have mercy.”

“I’ll show you and yours the same amount of mercy as you had for me and mine.” I free Piergiuliano then grab him by the hair and push him toward the tanks. “Get in.”

When he hesitates, I pistol whip him until he moves of his own accord. He hangs back when he reaches the top and peers down on me. Whatever he sees in my face gives him the push he needs to crawl over the lip, but his fingers clutch the rim.

While waiting to hear the splash to tell me he’s hit the liquid inside after losing his grip, I gather chairs for Sloane, Tácito and me to sit on. I cross my legs and stare at Pierangelo’s distraught features as he prays and curses for us to save his son. The moment we’re waiting for arrives when Piergiuliano screams as his soft tissue begins to dissolve in the sulfuric acid solution.

For hours, we sit there, listening until Piergiuliano’s voice fails and the only sounds disturbing the eerie silence is Pierangelo’s anguished cries.

I hand Sloane my pistol. “Ladies first.”

She shoots Pierangelo’s hands and returns the gun to me. I glance at Tácito.

“I’m a shitty shot. Do the honors for me.”

I nod and take aim. “Don’t worry, Pierangelo, you’ll join your son shortly.” I fire one shot through his throat. “That was for calling Tácito a cunt, and this is for denigrating my relationship, you piece of shit motherfucker.” I fire another shot through his heart.

SLOANE

It’s New Year’s Eve and we leave for home in three days. I wish I had the energy to care about our dwindling time, but with Tácito and Valentino behaving like we’re on another honeymoon, I’ve rarely seen much of Bari outside of our bedroom.

Today is different. I need it to be. Starting off the new year after the mess over Christmas means something more this year. And I want to celebrate the fact that we’re alive and have so much to look forward to as we ring in a new time.

I crawl over Tácito’s naked body hoping that by showering and dressing for the night’s festivities, I’ll convince my husbands to do more than pull orgasm after orgasm from me.

When Tácito’s good arm wraps around my waist, I know my mission has failed. “Where are you going, mi corazón?”

“To get ready.”

Valentino rises to flank my side. He reaches between my thighs and caresses my labia, still slick from our earlier bout of lovemaking. “You feel plenty ready to me.”

In my mind, I bid farewell to the crowds and the wonderful energy that comes with ringing in the new year. Instead, I get in position before Valentino says the word. I’ve been to this rodeo enough times to know the deal.

I cup Tácito’s balls, and begin licking to the sounds of his groans. As usual, I get lost in his scent and soft skin. The bed shifts, as Valentino positions himself behind me. And I arch my back, teasing the both of us with what’s to come.

“Principessa, is your pussy ready for my cock?”

“Why ask me? Ask that wet finger of yours.” I wriggle my ass and he grabs my hips.

“Sloane, please take me in your mouth,” Tácito begs.

While he wears a bandage to protect his hand, I can’t seem to prolong teasing him. I take him in my mouth, with renewed hope of seeing outside these walls for New Years. If both men come quickly, I can probably convince them to give me a treat.

Valentino pushes inside me, shoving me further onto Tácito’s dick, filling me to the point of gagging. While I still have the will, I clamp down on Valentino.

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