Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl. You’re taking me so well.”

harder. She cries out against my hand, making me chuckle. “Better be careful, baby girl. You don’t want a half dozen people walking in on you getting fucked in the ass, do you?”

“You did so well, baby girl.”

“You think this was about giving you what you want? Or was this a punishment for teasing me all night?” Her body goes rigid, her eyes sparking with indignation. “Never forget who controls your body, baby girl. Your ass. Your pussy. Your mouth. Your pleasure. Your pain. All of it belongs to me.”

I glare at his reflection. He drops his head low again, pressing his mouth against my ear. “This night can end one of two ways, baby.” “And how is that?” “You can stop acting like a brat and I’ll carry you to bed and fuck you, or you can keep glaring at me like that and I’ll bend you over this vanity and spank that ass.”

“I love this ass, Joey,” he groans. “Fucking it was a goddamn honor.”

“I got you, baby girl,”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, the life-altering orgasm bearing down on me. If he stops me again, I might die. “You can let go, Joey. You can come this time.”

“Good girl,” he growls in my ear. “Good fucking girl.” “Max, I can’t take any more,” I whimper. “You can, baby. Give me one more,” he grunts as he thrusts harder and deeper.

“Who got spanked with my belt for being a brat, Joey?” he asks with a dark chuckle as he goes on soothing my sore behind. “Me.” I sigh contentedly, smiling as I turn my head to the side and watch him. He catches my eye and smiles back. “You love your little brat though, right?” I ask, catching my bottom lip between my teeth. “More than anything in this fucking world.” He leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. When he’s done rubbing gel onto my ass, he plants a sweet kiss on each cheek.

“And why is your ass going to be on display for that?” he asks, a dangerous undertone to his voice that makes me shiver. “Because it’s a pool party. I’ll be wearing a bikini.” He places the bottle on the nightstand, lies down, and pulls me on top of him. I snuggle into him like he’s my personal body pillow. “I didn’t scar your ass, but we’re going to revisit you wearing a tiny bikini around a bunch of horny douchebags without me there.”

“Yes, please,” she says as she pushes her hips up until she can grind herself on my face. “That’s my naughty little slut.”

If I didn’t believe my own eyes, I’d be sure someone had their hands inside my chest and was tearing it apart. This can’t be real. She can’t be gone. Because I cannot fucking breathe without her. There is a deep, visceral ache in my chest that makes me heave for breath.

“We meet at last, Guiseppina,” Viktor says in a thick Russian accent. He smirks, not in the least bit bothered by the dead body or the puddle of puke at his feet. “You’re a psychopath.” “Maybe.” His smirk transforms into a full smile. “But I am your husband also. At least this time next week I will be.”

Leaning down, he kisses me. He tastes of cigarettes and vodka, and I want to retch into his mouth. When he pushes his tongue inside, it feels so disgustingly big and slimy that tears prick at my eyes. But I must focus.

“I hope you bite and scratch, little whore.” “Oh, I sure do.” With a feral grin, I plunge the knife into his side, right below his left armpit. His face twists with agony. He roars, flopping onto his side and allowing me to scrabble out from under him. I dive for the door while he’s still immobilized. My hands are no longer shaking as I pull back the bolts. Who does that sick fuck think he is, thinking he can take me to Russia and make me his fucking bride? I am Joey fucking Moretti.

Little brat cuffed me to the damn bed. “What are you doing, baby girl?”

“Who owns you, Max?” “You do, baby,” I groan. “Let me get my cock in you.” “Not until you beg, tough guy.”

“That’s my good fucking girl.” “Yes, Max,” she groans, raking her nails down my back. “I’m your good girl.” “Tell this thick fuck who you belong to, baby,” I grunt as I slam into her, nailing her against the wall with each thrust. “Yours, Max DiMarco. I’m y-yours,” she gasps as I roll my hips, rubbing the tip of my cock and my piercing over her G-spot. “Damn fucking right you are,”

“I’m sorry, Max. I guess the defensive thing is kind of my default response.” “Hmm,” he murmurs as he presses his forehead against mine. “For the sake of your beautiful ass, I suggest you find another one soon, baby girl, or you’ll be spending a whole lot of your time wincing when you sit down.”

“Good girl, greeting me in your panties.” He nips my neck, slipping one hand into them. “Although I believe we agreed that naked is my preferred choice.”

“Any chance I could get an answer? You’re killing me here, baby girl.” She blinks at me, her eyes wet with tears. Then she drops to her knees in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes. Yes! So much freaking yes.”

“Or maybe my naughty little slut wants a spanking, huh?” “Y-yesss.” She arches her back,

“Holy fuck. I love you, Max,” she breathes out the words. “Love you too, baby girl. I’ll need you to remember that in a few minutes when I’m fucking you like I don’t.”

“What do you think the appropriate punishment for making your husband worry like that should be, baby girl?” I press my lips together and look toward the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought. “Three orgasms and a cinnamon roll from the bakery in the lobby?” He narrows his dark brown eyes at me. “You really are bringing the spoiled brat out to play today, huh?” He palms the buckle and wraps the belt around his hand. Holy shit. He’s going to spank me hard enough that the guards outside will hear, and he won’t give a single fuck.

“Will you call me when you’re supposed to next time?” Smack! “Y-yes.” I suck in a breath as tears roll down my face and the deep throbbing ache in my pussy ratchets up even further.

“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 think maybe this is what heaven’s like?” she whispers as her fingertips brush up and down my arm. “Every single second I spend with you is heaven, baby girl.”