Code of Silence (Dark Kingdom, #1)

by Shantel Tessier

“Never let anyone stand in your way, son. Not even fucking blood. They’ll be the first to undercut you, and they should be the first to die for it.”

“I’m going to slash Trenton’s tires,” she answers, tossing her bleach-blonde hair over her shoulder. “Maybe bust out some windows. Depends on how much I drink before we go.”

They bore into mine intently, hungrily, causing my pussy to tighten. “You wanted it. Now take it.”

“You belong to me now, Haven. And it’s time to go home.”

I lied to her. It’s easy to feed someone lies when they’re starving.

Oliver Nite. They call him Silent Nite. He doesn’t speak, not anymore, and I don’t know why he took a vow of silence.

“But I need you to understand that when I tell you that you will be my wife…” He pulls back and hard eyes stare down at me. “I will be your husband. And we will share this bed.”

Belial is the closest to Bones as I can see. See, in the satanic bible, Belial was associated with independence, the earth, and the north, the direction of darkness. He was also frequently associated with sex, lust, confusion, and darkness. All things that Bones lives for.

Leviathan, who I associate with Titan, is the great sea monster, sexual desire from the unknown and feared depths. He’s an unstoppable force from within a man. And associated with water and the west.

“They sold you into the Mafia, a world that they know you may not be able to survive, for five million dollars,” he screams.

“Get mad, baby,” he whispers roughly. “Spread those soft legs and let me show you why you were always my favorite.”

She whimpers, rocking her hips against my hand, wanting more. I slide a finger into her, teasing her once again. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” “No.” “Beg me to fuck you,” I say, leaning my face down to hers. My tongue darts out, running along her parted lips. I thrust a second finger into her, and she sucks in a ragged breath. Her legs tighten on my hips, pulling me closer to her. My cock is still in her hand, and she grips it like a vise. “Come on, Haven,” I coo. “Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want.” My fingers slide out of her and on their way back in, I swipe my thumb over her clit. Her body jerks as she gasps. “Fuuuck.” “That’s right, baby.” I smile, doing it again. More forcefully. I add a third finger, and she releases my cock. Her hands find their way to my shoulders, and she digs her nails into my skin. “Oh God.” “Say it,” I whisper as my eyes roam her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her cheeks flushed. I wonder when a man last touched her. I know she was lying. I found nothing on her phone, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been seeing someone. “Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me.”

undoes her bra before removing the straps from each shoulder. “Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” My body heats at the thought. Luca and I aren’t shy in the bedroom, but no one has ever watched us. And we’ve never watched someone else either. Not besides a few porn videos. He arches a brow, but says, “No. It wouldn’t be.” Luca’s right hand comes up and pulls my hair back, exposing my shoulder to him. My breath hitches when I feel his lips on my bare skin. “Are you going to stop me?” she asks him, lowering her hands to the button on his jeans. “No,” he answers roughly. She undoes the second button, then the third, and goes down to her knees, yanking his jeans down his thighs. He’s not wearing anything underneath them, and I know I shouldn’t look at him, not with Luca standing behind me, but he’s not stopping me. He’s not pulling me away. Instead, he tangles his hand in my hair and gently tugs my head to the side as his lips trail up and down my neck. I pant as Emilee reaches up and takes Bones’s long, hard dick in her hand and strokes it.

A crown hangs off the side of a skull. A set of crossbones below it. And I know it stands for Kings.

My father is Alberto Rossi. A mob boss who runs the south side of Las Vegas. And I’m engaged to my ex, who just so happens to be his enemy.