“Tell me that you want me to touch you, little mouse,” Dominic demands, his nostrils flaring.
And despite the words being on the tip of my tongue, I clamp my jaw shut and refuse to give him what he wants. If he wants any part of me, he’ll ask for it. Or take it. But I refuse to beg him to touch me.
Joey strums me to perfection and Sisco latches his mouth onto my pussy and I call out loudly—too loudly. It’s undistinguishable what I say—even I don’t know. Dominic holds me prisoner with his gaze while his brothers pleasure my body. I slam a hand up to the ceiling of the Limousine as Sisco’s tongue swirls around my clit and I buck against his mouth, a soft moan escaping my lips. Joey slides his fingers out, parting my lips, and Sisco slides his tongue up the full length of me and then back down.
He parts me with his tongue, the heat of his mouth making pleasure unfurl inside of me. The wave that has been building comes crashing down, drowning me, and I can’t hold on to Dominic anymore. I release his gaze and close my eyes, throwing my head back as I ride the wave. Sisco’s tongue slides up me again and Joey’s thumb presses against my clit, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from my body.
I’m gasping.
I’m on fire.
I’m calling out and begging for something that I don’t even know, my hands clawing at the expensive leather seats as I ride the wave of euphoria.
I feel parts of me; the innocent, obedient daughter of Frank Costello, falling away piece by piece. Crumbling into dust, and I know I will never be the same after this.
Chapter 6.
Dominic
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sisco roars, his anger echoing off the walls of our father’s study. He grabs a glass and throws it against the wall. It shatters, scattering the floor with glass.
“I think you just answered your own question there, brother,” Joey says, surprising me.
I quirk an eyebrow at him in agreement and he gives me a one-shoulder shrug.
“You should have told us. We should have been able to reap our own vengeance, Dom.”
“I’m not disputing that,” I say calmly.
“I would have made that bastard pay for months. I would have wrung every drop of blood from his fucking body. Strung him up by his intestines and made him eat them while he was still alive, and then . . .”
“Brother!” I bark, and he stops pacing and stares at me, hatred burning in his eyes. “That isexactlywhy I didn’t tell you. I wanted it done. He paid a heavy price—believe me, he did. I didn’t spare him any suffering. But I needed him out of the way. I didn’t want word getting back to that fucking string-puller that we were on to him.” I stop and glare at Sisco, my anger for Romy and his accomplice growing with every breath. “Brother, I didn’t want him to have any warning that we were coming for him.”
Sisco clenches and unclenches his hands into fists at his sides, his anger not backing down even though he knows I’m talking sense. I love my brothers, dearly, and I would do anything for them, but Sisco is a different man from most. He has no off switch. In some ways he’s like a machine in the way he works; he sees something and he seeks it. Whether it be death or fucking, he gets what he wants.
“I swear to you, brother, when the time comes you can extract your revenge however you choose. This I promise.” I say the words with every ounce of my being, hoping he’ll be satisfied by my answer.
Joey walks to him, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. He’s the only one that can ever talk sense into him when he’s like this, and I’m hoping he can do so now.
“Brother, I don’t agree with the way Dom did this, but he is right. You and I both know it. He has all of our best interests at heart, and now we’re one step closer to finding out the real culprit,” Joey soothes.
“And that death you can take as long as you wish over,” I agree.
Sisco’s jaw is ticking, but he’s coming back down. Thank fuck.
I perhaps shouldn’t have told them about Romy just yet, but I hated the lie being there between us all. Nothing has ever come between my brothers and me, and with me heading the empire I didn’t want the death of Romy, my father’s executioner, to be the one thing that did.
I go to Sisco, standing in front of him, my gaze imploring him not to lose his shit and hate me for what I did. I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I’d beg for his forgiveness in a heartbeat. There is no greater bond than that between my brothers and me.
“Big brother, I apologize. I thought I was doing the best for us.”
Sisco watches me for a long moment, his anger draining from him before he reaches over and pulls me to his chest. He slaps my back heartily and hugs me tightly, our thousand-dollar suits creasing in brotherly love. When he pulls away, I know I’m forgiven.
“So, what now?” he asks.
What now indeed. I’m waiting for the bastard who set all of this in motion to make his next play, but so far he hasn’t come out of his hole for his cut of meat. It can only be a matter of time though.
“We wait. He’ll come for us, and we’ll be ready,” I say.
