“What’ll it be tonight, Dante?” Rose asks, leaning against the bar. Her tits wink at me beneath her tight shirt, and all I’d have to do is reach up, pull one out, and suck. She wouldn’t stop me because that’s what this place is about.
Addiction is more than a sex club. It’s about taking what you want, indulging in your wildest fantasies—and for me, masking the pain. I’ve spent the last several months numbing myself one warm, tight pussy at a time.
“Scotch. Neat.”
Rose steps away, and I swivel around on my barstool, locking eyes with a leggy brunette—tight skirt, tighter blouse, and a mischievous gleam in her eye. She isn’t working; she’s here for pleasure, and she’s heading straight for me.
Relaxing in my chair, I drop my knees apart.
“Lacey,” she says, stopping in front of me with a sugary sweet smile.
“I’m not looking for pleasantries, Lacey. Not tonight. I’m not giving you my name, and I don’t give a fuck what yours is.”
My words are harsh, but it’s the truth. I always start with the truth because the last thing I need is a woman getting the wrong idea. Lucky for me, this one doesn’t seem deterred.
“Fair enough. If you’re not looking for pleasantries, what are you looking for?”
“Here’s your drink.” Rose slides my scotch across the bar, and I reach over my shoulder to grab it.
I swirl the amber liquid several times before bringing it to my lips and downing it in one shot. Lacey lifts an eyebrow. Setting the glass down, I pop the button of my jeans and the head of my cock peeks out. Lacey licks her lips, and I know we’re on the same page.
“On your knees.”
Squeezing her thighs together, she complies, dropping between my parted legs. Lowering my zipper, I free my cock and guide it between her willing lips.
She sucks me deep, her greedy mouth devouring my cock. Normally I’d thread my fingers through her hair, guide her the way I want her, set my own pace. But I don’t have to do that this time. Somehow, she knows exactly what I want.
Fast.
Wet.
Hard.
I brush a strand of hair from her face so I can watch her suck my cock, allowing myself to be pulled into her sexual vortex.
This last year has been hell.
I lost a father—who wasn’t really my father, almost lost a mother, and gained a sister who will also, oddly enough, become my sister-in-law in the very new future.
My life is a fucking mess.
I should have my shit together, but I don’t. I work, fuck, drink, and sleep—and not always in that order. My life has spiraled out of control, and there doesn’t seem to be a damn thing I can do about it. I should be happy, free from the Ambrosis, but I’m not. I have a huge, empty hole in me that I can’t seem to fill. I’m working hard to play the part of doting brother, though I’m constantly brushing off Shae and Rex’s concerns about how I’m holding up.
Yet despite my best efforts to appear happy and unaffected, I suspect they see right through me. I’m sick of them constantly nagging at me to talk to someone about what happened, which is why I jumped at the chance for some extra work, especially since that extra work means getting the fuck out of dodge.
The last thing I want is them worrying about me. They’ve finally got each other, and they’re in a good place. They should be worrying about their wedding and going on that expensive fucking honeymoon, not my unstable ass. I can’t explain how I’m feeling to them, and I can’t tell them what I’m doing to cope. Hell no. They wouldn’t understand, and the less they know the better.
My phone rings, and I tug it from my pocket, careful not to disturb Lacey.
“Harder,” I tell her before I answer.
She follows my command, sucking me in, and when I hit the back of her throat, I thrust my hips forward, forcing myself deeper. She nearly gags, but this woman is a powerhouse and doesn’t let it stop her.
“Right fucking there. That’s it,” I grunt.
She moans as I swipe my finger across my phone.
“Hello?”
There’s something oddly erotic about having my cock shoved down a woman’s throat while carrying on with business. It would be even better if I was buried in her pussy.
“It’s time.”
My back stiffens at the sound of Giovanni’s voice.
“You there?” he asks after a moment.
“Yeah. I’m here.”
“You in or not, kid?”
This is what I’ve been waiting for. A purpose. I wish I could’ve done it without shoving myself back into the life I was so desperate to leave, but I don’t have much of a choice.
“I’m in.”
“Shit’s going down fast. Get home, pack your bag, and be ready to go.”
He disconnects the call before I have a chance to respond. With my phone gripped tight in my hand, I smile to myself and look down at Lacey.
It’s about goddamn time I do something with myself.
I need to get the fuck out of here, so I curl my fingers around her hair, guiding her head over my cock in a faster rhythm. My orgasm slams into me hard, and as I growl out my release, she sucks every last drop from my body.
With a sly grin, she licks her lips, standing as I tuck my cock in my pants and button my jeans.
“Don’t do that,” she croons, reaching for my hand, but I shrug her off. “It’s my turn. I want that cock inside of me.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Not tonight.”
Her jaw drops, but I just turn, pay my tab, and I’m out the door.
I’m a block from my house when Giovanni calls back.
“You have thirty minutes. You remember where to meet me?”
“I remember.” Pulling up in front of my condo, I shut off the car and rush upstairs.
“Don’t fuck this up. You fuck this up and we’re all dead.”
“I’m not gonna fuck this up.” I need this.
“Good. And you’re prepared to take the girl and run?”
“I’m ready.” Bending down, I slide a bag out from under my bed. I’d hoped this day would come, so everything is packed and ready to go.
“You need to let anyone know you’re leaving town for a while?” he asks.
It’s his subtle way of reminding me that I shouldn’t leave Shae hanging, or my brother, for that matter.
“No.”
“You sure about that?”
“Are you questioning me, Giovanni?”
“Watch your mouth with me, boy. I’ll see you soon.”
Ending the call, I fling the bag over my shoulder and walk out of my house, away from my fucked-up life.
I may not be an Ambrosi by blood, but I’m a DiMarco, and I’m about to find out what the DiMarcos are made of.