Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

“Just memorizing every single inch of you, Joey. You’re fucking perfect.”

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

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t a complaint. I’m gonna paint this whole fucking room i...

“Oh, fuck, Joey. You’re so damn sweet, baby. Your cunt is fucking delicious.”

“Good girl,” he soothes as he gives me a brief reprieve, peppering kisses over my thighs. “But we’re gonna go again, okay?”

“No. I can’t. It’s too much.”

“You can, baby. Your body is just getting used to something new.” And to prove his point, his mouth returns to my pussy again, lapping at my opening as his tongue and lips move expertly over my flesh. “I could eat you for fucking hours,” he whispers, and the vibration against...

“Oh, my naughty brat likes a spanking, huh?” He smacks me again, and wetness drips from my pussy.

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.”

“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, slipping his tongue back inside me and causing my orgasm to go off like a nuclear warhead in my core. It tears thr...

“You remember the first time I fucked you, Joey?”

“How you couldn’t feel my piercings because I couldn’t get far enough inside of you?”

“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?”

“Because you’re going to count my piercings.”

“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...

“Oh, there she is,” he grunts, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling me up until my back is pressed against his bare chest. “My naughty little slut.”

“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.”

Holy motherfucking fuck! My legs are still shaking as I hold Joey in my arms, probably squeezing her tighter than I should because I need her as close to me as humanly fucking possible. This woman was born to be mine. I don’t give a fuck what her brothers say or all the reasons why she shouldn’t be mine, I’m taking her anyway.

“You think anyone else would make you feel this good?” I ask as I nail her to the bed. I’m not gentle this time. This time I will mold her tight cunt to the shape of my cock forever. She will feel me inside her until the end of her fucking days.

“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.”

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

“You’re not alone, baby girl. You’re fucking mine.”

“Whose are you?”

“Yours,” I whisper with a smile.

“Every fucking part of you. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“I love you, Joey.”

“And if it didn’t eat me up? If I could just forget about the fact that I murdered an innocent girl while we were having sex, that would be okay? I wouldn’t have to tell her then?”

“If you’re making decisions about Joey’s life—about the kind of life she’ll have if she chooses you, then she deserves to know before she falls for you any more than she already has.”

“No, Max. You didn’t kill her.”

“I did, Joey. I woke up and she was dead. With my handprints around her neck.”

“No!” she shouts now, pulling her hand from mine as she looks to her brothers. “Those weren’t Max’s handprints.” Her hand flies to ...

“Those were his handprints,” she whispers, her eyes wide as she looks first at her brothers, then at me. “Sal’s.”

“He killed that girl. The night of your graduation party. I saw him.”

“He did. I saw him. I saw him and some other guy talking about getting rid of the body.”

“I know what I saw, Dante!” Joey shrieks. “Dad promised me twenty bucks if I stayed out of the way of the party all night, so once you and your buddies were all too drunk to walk, I went to call in my debt. But when I got to his office, he was with some guy, and Fiona was dead on the floor. I recognized her pigtails. I knew it was her because I always hated her and the way she told me to get lost whenever I was talking to Max. But then she was dead …”

“The other guy was asking what they were gonna do with her, and Dad said that he had the perfect plan for her. He called her a money-grubbing little whore, and I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but I remember how angry he sounded. It gave me goosebumps all over my skin.”

“Then he saw me, and he was all sweet to me—the way he could be sometimes, you know? He said the silly girl in his office tried to hurt our family and that he was going to take care of it. He gave me my twenty bucks and told me to go back to bed.”

“I-I didn’t really know what it meant, and it wasn’t the first dead body I’d seen. He made me promise never to tell anyone and then … well, it wasn’t the worst thing he ever did.”

“This makes sense, Max. Fiona was never your type. She’d been hanging around you for months, and no matter how drunk you got, you never so much as brushed her arm.”

“Yeah, but I was so drunk that night …” My head spins so fast I think I might pass out. Sal gave me the last glass of brandy I remember drinking that night.

“You didn’t kill her, Max,” Joey says. Leaning over in her chair, she wraps her arms around my neck and presses a soft kiss on my shoulder. “...

“I am going to sleep,” I say, stifling a yawn. “But I want to feel that sweet pussy on me. When you get wet just from holding onto me, I want to feel it.”

“You think I’m going to get wet just from lying next to you?” she breathes, her warm breath dusting over my bruised skin. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

“I know you will, baby. If I slipped my fingers inside you right now, I know you’d already be a little ...

“You look so fucking good sucking my cock. Your sexy little ass in the air begging to be fucked too.”

“You know I’m going to fuck that ass, baby girl. I’m going to take your virgin ass the way I took your hot cunt and your pretty little mouth.”

“Sit on my face. I want to see how wet sucking my cock has made my naughty little slut.”