Semua Bab Damned Straight to Heaven: Bab 31 - Bab 40

NickI undo Christian’s pants with forceful insistence, and the fucker dares laugh at me. “Can’t help but fuck with me, huh, Nicorati?” “I told you. You didn’t take enough.” I wanted him to suck out whole pints of my blood until I fucking blacked out, free of this torment, this need. So long as I have blood pressure enough to keep this cock rising, it will not quiet down. Not until I give it a fucking outlet.I unbuckle my own trousers, drawing out my dick. He puts a hand on my chest. “Wait.” My eyes flare with impatience. “All your talk of fucking--” “Not stop. Just wait,” he entices. He sticks two fingers in his mouth, sucking on them, until they are good and wet. I stare at him in rapt and jittery study, as he draws those fingers out from between his lips in a trailing line of saliva and inserts them right up inside his rectum. “Ha.” It’s like watching someone jerking off in front of me. That look in his eyes, how dark that sultry gray shades as he works his way up and around

NickMa sits up from the couch the second the front door opens. Carm’s been sitting up beside her, holding her hand as she was slumped over the arm of the sofa, eyes bloodshot from more than just the drink today. “Nico?” she slurs, stumbling to her feet.She throws her arms around me, and I awkwardly return it, careful not to agitate my dislocated thumb. I wrapped it with some strips of sheet to keep it braced after I popped it back into its socket back in that hotel. That held pretty well, even with all the fighting, and the rough sex that followed… It’s harder to hide my grimace now, with the adrenaline having long since drained away. Carm’s eyeing that hand in shrewd evaluation. Least the ligature marks round my bloody wrists are hidden by my coat sleeves. “The fuck happened to you?” “Language,” ma rebukes, never lifting her face from my shoulder. “Sorry ma. But shit, kid, we were worried sick. Even the Father didn’t know where the fuck you ran off to.” I roll my eyes, and our

NickIt was stupid not to cover up the bite the second I climbed out of the shower. I just figured I didn’t have to yet. Ma and Carm already know I wound up in the hospital last time because of the blood loss from that newborn vamp’s assault and not just the car crash. They know about demons, and vampires, and all that shit, because it’s always been the family business.I don’t need to hide even my more bizarre injuries from those two. I tend to cover them up only if it’s something scary-looking, so they don’t worry too much. Even so, they avoid looking directly at the bandages and scars, because I guess they don’t like to think about it too hard. Father Sicillio on the other hand is eyeing my every injury like a hard-boiled detective presented with a fresh corpse. Four little red dots over my jugular instead of two, and he is bound to be noticing that. Though the fresher set is a lot better hidden inside the deep bruise of a hickey that Christian went out of his way to mark me with

I never thought the boss would tell his little girl about the rat her intended fiance was sent to go execute – full on beat to death with a baseball bat. I think it’s far more likely Alessia here has been eavesdropping, digging away into everyone’s secrets... “It’s okay. I know you killed him, but talking to your mother… I can also tell it’s been hard on you.” Shit, what did ma say? Probably that I’d been having nightmares and all that crap. She has a major oversharing problem when she’s sauced. Lis cups a hand to my cheek. “Nicky, it’s okay! You don’t have to be cut out for daddy’s work. I like your sensitive side. You don’t have to put on a brave face. It’s just you and me. You can cry if you want to.” “Shit, Lis. I am not going to cry,” I scoff, pushing aside her hands. “And I do not want to talk about this shit. You should really just… can you please go. You got that luncheon to get to--” “Fine. We don’t need words,” she desperately cuts me off. “No more words. But… you don’t

Nick“You’re all dressed up, Nico,” he whispers right in my ear. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I meant to stay up waiting for him, but the second my head hit the pillow… I was out like a light. I’ve no idea how late it is now. I just know Christian is standing right there over me and… If he was stripping and throwing himself at me like Alessia was a few hours past, I wouldn’t even think twice about fucking him. That’s not why I’m here though, I sharply remind myself. I need answers, but I find myself murmuring, “Came running the second you smelt me, huh? Little desperate, don’t you think?” He lets loose a throaty chuckle, pulling away. My eyes track him lazily as he starts to pace around to the foot of the bed. “Waiting can be so unbearably boring, anxiety-inducing even…” I spread my legs, propping up my head. “Waiting for what?” He cocks his head. “Well, certainly not you, if that’s what you were thinking. I am forced to wait…” He gives an impish smile. “On a certain event.”