Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

“That’s my girl,”

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. She’s the one woman I can’t have and the one woman I want more than any other.

“I do not,” I insist, grabbing my heels and slipping them on. “He’s like a third big brother. It could never happen.” “Whatever you say.”

And then of course there’s my other distraction. My constant, makes my cock twitch just looking at her, sarcastic, spoiled brat, ray of utter fucking sunshine of a distraction. I open the app on my phone and stare at the small blue dot on the screen. That’s her. Joey Moretti. My girl. At some bar with her friends.

All the while, that fucker’s hand stays on her ass. My fucking ass. Grabbing him by the hair, I yank his head back and grab his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back until I feel the satisfying pop of his shoulder dislocating. His agonized scream makes me grin menacingly. I shove him and he drops to the floor.

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, baby girl, or someone might hear us.”

I’m a big guy and I have six piercings, five along my shaft and one in the crown. It’s a lot to fit inside a tight pussy and this isn’t the ideal place to fuck.

“Let me inside you, baby girl.” “I’m trying,” she whimpers, but she shifts the angle of her hips, which allows me to push deeper. “Good girl,” I grunt, lips pressed against her ear.

“Oh fuck, Max.” “That’s it, baby girl.

“Fucking you against a building in that alley was incredible. I will remember your tight virgin cunt squeezing my cock for the rest of my days. But I meant I should have made it more memorable for you, baby girl.”

sass. “It was incredible for me too, Max. I’m glad you were my first.” I want to be your fucking last too.

“I would strip you bare and kiss every fucking inch of your skin.

“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.

If he ordered me to strip naked and crawl to him on my knees, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

I press my face against his shirt, breathing him in until he’s everywhere and everything. Max DiMarco owns my goddamn soul.

“Please, Max?” He dusts his lips over my hair. “Are you my good girl?” he says, teasing me. “No.” The word ends on a moan as he drives his finger deeper. “Of course. You’re my little slut, right?” “Yes,” I pant, and his skilled fingers bring me to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm. “I’m gonna teach you how to be a good girl for me, Joey.”

Yeah, doing the right thing and not fucking around with Joey Moretti is never going to happen.

“Then why were you so upset?” “Because I wanted to enjoy it. Toby is a nice guy. He’s cute. He’s into me. He’s emotionally available. I wanted to want him, but he …” His hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white. “He what?” “He wasn’t you.”

I flip onto my stomach and wiggle my ass in his face. He responds by slapping it hard, and I groan. “Oh, my naughty brat likes a spanking, huh?”

“Who has all the power now, baby girl?” He laughs darkly, and I’m too fraught and desperate to call him an asshole for it. Instead, in my desperation, I whimper. “You do. Always.” “Now that’s my good fucking girl.” He groans against my flesh,

“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?” Holy mother of fucks! “Okay.” “Good girl. You count each one as I enter you, okay?”

“One,” I cry. “Good girl.”

“Two.” “That’s my girl.”

“You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me.”

“Three.” And then deeper. “Four,” I grit out.

“Fuck, Joey. You love my cock.” “Y-yeah.”

“F-five!” I scream. “Oh, there she is,”

chest. “My naughty little slut.” “Yeah.” “You ready to feel the sixth one?” “Uh-huh.”

“Fuck, baby girl, you were made for my cock,” he growls, driving deep so that every single piercing rubs against a spot inside me that’s already overstimulated and sensitive. “Made for me.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts. “You fuck me so good.”

“You okay, baby girl?” “I’m …” She sighs deeply. “That was amazing, Max.”

“Who does this pussy belong to?” I slam into her. “Y-you.” “Will anyone else ever fuck you again?” Thrust. “No.” She throws her head back and I drag my teeth over the soft skin of her neck. “Kiss you?” Thrust. “No.” “Taste you?” Thrust. “No, Max.” “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.”

“You will not fucking run, Joey.” I narrow my eyes at him. “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.”

“I miss you.” “I miss you too, baby girl.”

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

baby girl.

“Baby girl,

“Good girl.”

“That’s it,” he growls as he fucks me through it. “My naughty little slut.”

“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.” “My little brat,” he says with a wicked grin.

“Apparently they make cheesesteaks as good as any you’ll find in Philly.”

“You’re the whole fucking sun, baby girl.”

“I love you, Joey.” Her eyes shine with happiness. “I love hearing you say that.”

“Why have you brought me a butt plug, and where did you get it from?” I whisper. His expression darkens as he wraps an arm around my waist and yanks my body against his. His cock is hard, and he drags me over his length, making me shiver. “I came back here on the bike, and I took a quick detour to a store that sells all manner of things I’m going to enjoy using on you, baby. And I got this for you because tonight 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.”

“Where the fuck are your panties, Joey?” “I didn’t feel like wearing any today.” “No?” He pushes my skirt up higher and smacks my ass hard. “Such a naughty little slut.” Heat sears across my backside, sending pleasure rolling up my spine. “Am not.” “Hmm,” he murmurs, palms spreading the cheeks of my ass. “We may need a little more lube, baby.”

“My needy little slut too.”

“That’s my good girl,” he soothes, and molten heat sears in my core.

“You’re a monster.” “A monster who would do anything to make you happy, Joey. Never forget that.” My body tingles with electric anticipation. “Anything?” “Anything,” he growls, placing soft kisses along the column of my neck as he slips his hand over my hip and between my thighs.

“Good girl.” I