Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

I could say I have no idea why I agreed to them, because they’re pure fucking torture—but I’ve always been a sucker for punishment. Spending time with her is the most exquisite kind of torture there is.

“Any of you ever touch her again, and I will tear every one of your limbs from your fucking bodies and wrap them around your throats.”

I guess if I get to fuck her just this once, I should feel her the way nature intended.

Her pussy muscles clamp around my cock in response, squeezing me tight as she moans my name. So, my spoiled little brat has a praise kink.

“And I’d eat your pussy. I’d bury my face in your sweet cunt until I made you come so hard your juices would be running over my tongue.”

“I’d slip my fingers into you. One at first, because you’re so fucking tight. And when you were whimpering and begging for more, I’d add another, fucking you with them until I could make you ready for my cock. I’d bring you to the edge, baby, over and over again without getting you off.”

Now that I know how good her lips taste and how tight and hot her pussy is, I’m always partially hard around her and it takes all my effort not to touch her. Fucking her in the alley the other night plays on a loop in my head.

“I’m a big guy, you might not be able to take all of me right away, but that’s okay. We’re going to train your pretty little throat until you can take every last inch of me.”

“When I hit the back of your throat, you’ll gag, maybe even feel like you’re choking. Tears are going to run down this pretty little face. And that’s only gonna make me want to fuck you harder, baby girl.”

She’s such a fucking brat the way she pushes my buttons, but she’s still a slut for my praise.

But any man ever tries to fuck your throat like I just did, I’ll cut off his cock with a rusty blade.”

I roll my eyes, but I do what he says. Because despite everything, I yearn to be close to him. To have any part of him touching me sets my soul on fire, and like a desperate fool—and as much as I’d hate myself for it—I’d do anything for him.

Nobody puts a hand on your throat, baby girl. Nobody but me. Ever. You got that?”

“Why are you taking off my pendant?” “I don’t think St. Christopher needs to be a part of any of this,” he says with a wicked grin. “And I don’t want to damage it. I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Your smell is fucking addictive. I’m hard as fucking stone, and I haven’t even tasted your sweet pussy yet.”

“Oh, baby girl,” he groans. “You’re so fucking desperate for me. Your pussy is dripping onto my sheets.”

He murmurs appreciatively and goes on eating, swirling his tongue inside me like he’s making out with my pussy. His fingers brush over my clit, and I sink my teeth into the pillow to stop from screaming the entire house down. He threads his fingers in my hair and pulls my head up. “Stop that, Joey. If I’m making you come, I want to hear every fucking sound you make.”

“I’m going to fit my whole cock in you tonight, baby girl, and you know how you’re going to know when I’m all the way in?” “How?” “Because you’re going to count my piercings.” “Count?” “Yeah, count. There’s six of them, all for you, Joey. This one”—he rubs the piercing in his crown over my clit and makes me whimper with need—“you won’t feel until I’m all the way in and I’m rubbing this bar against your G-spot. But the others you’ll feel while I’m filling your tight little cunt with my cock. Okay?”

“Breathe, Joey,” I remind her, and she sucks in a breath. “You need to get air while you can, baby, because I’m going to squeeze a little tighter soon and you’re not going to be able to breathe. You understand?” “Yes.”

“Damn right, baby girl, because you’re mine. I warned you that my kind of love wasn’t what you were looking for, but you went after it anyway. And now that you got it, it’s not the kind you can escape.”

“Watch me.” “I will be watching, Joey,” he says, his tone menacing. “Know that there is nowhere far enough you can run that I won’t find you.”

“Know that I will always be looking for you, Joey. And I will always find you.”

“Just a few days, baby. I promise. I can’t live without you any longer than that.”

At the end of the day, those men are my brothers. It would kill me to lose them, but I will if that’s what it takes. Because I would die a thousand painful deaths before I willingly lost Joey Moretti.

“Will you be safe?” “Always, baby girl. Because I will always come back to you.”

I want nothing more than to stay in her room with her. Go to sleep next to her soft, warm body and wake up with her in my arms. Fuck her every single night and every single morning for the rest of my goddamn life.

“Only ever mine. Every part of your beautiful body. Your heart. Your fucking soul. Every orgasm you’re ever going to have. Every single breath you’ll ever take. Mine.” “I’ve only ever been yours, Max.”

I’m going to fuck your virgin ass, and because I love you so fucking much, I’m going to let you wear this all evening to get you ready for my cock.”

“I would kill any man who dares to even look at you. I’ll burn this entire world to keep you safe, baby girl. I’d fucking die for you.

“Never forget who controls your body, baby girl. Your ass. Your pussy. Your mouth. Your pleasure. Your pain. All of it belongs to me.”

He spanks me again, and his palm strikes the meaty part of my ass cheek, leaving a tingling warmth behind. He continues to spank and finger me until my vision blurs and I’m teetering over the edge of ecstasy, ready to fall into oblivion.

“Know this, Joey, there are a lot of things you can push me on, but this hot little body isn’t one of them. You tease me with it, you’re getting fucked. I don’t care where we are or who’s around.”

“Because you fucking own me too, Joey. Every single part of me. I am and always will be all yours, baby girl.”

“You’ll come on my cock or we don’t leave this room, Joey.”

that?” “I hadn’t felt your pussy squeeze my cock for almost twelve hours. I wanted to make sure I hadn’t forgotten what it felt like.”

“Look at this city while I fuck you. The city that your family owns. Does that make you feel powerful?”

The sooner I get to call you my wife, the happier I’ll be.”

“Then come all over my cock, baby girl. Squeeze me with that hot little cunt until I fill you up.”

“I can’t ever sate this fucking need to be inside you. Every single time I fuck you feels better than the last. I’m addicted to you. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Don’t you ever mistake my wife’s submission to me as anything but a reflection of my utter fucking devotion to her. I would crawl through fire and broken glass on my hands and fucking knees if she told me to. If you ever disrespect her like that again, I will rip out your fucking tongue and use it to choke you to death. You got that?”

“You drive me crazy, baby girl. I love you more than I can ever put into words or even show you, but if I can even make you feel a fraction of it, I’ll be a happy man.”