His full lips feel divine against mine. A small seed of revulsion starts up my throat. Coming up for air, I gasp, “Dario, you met me at the rooftop restaurant months back?”
Framing my face with his hands, he says, “You remembered.”
Cold fury blazes across the surface of my flesh as the monster’s mouth descends onto mine. The kiss ignites a blistering hate so intense I have to focus on slithering my tongue around his.
Focus on when to strike, Aria.
“I knew you remembered, amor.” He alternates from English to Spanish, praising me as his queen.
“How could I forget? Dominic doesn’t fuck like you, Dario.” The sordid truth bonds in my psyche. I’d uttered the name of his twin, and he’d become livid. Screw my inhibitions. God, I’ve never hated myself so much. How I loved him.
Arm looped around me, he lifts me with extreme ease, and my ass drops onto the top of a barrel.
My legs lock around the titanium of his waist. Dario’s pipe pierces my softness. All of him is steel strength, a reminder of how soft I am. How my venom has to latch on to his toxicity, break him. You only get one chance, Aria.
I offer all the moans and grunts Dario craves while he laves my neck with kisses.
“Dario,” I purr against his lips. “Please let me suck your dick. I want you all over me, but first, I’m hungry for your cum.”
Was it too much?
I stare into a captivating green gaze. Dominic had been nurturing. I can see him looking down at me while I’m sitting on his lap in the interrogation room after the man’s death. Then another image of him, jealous, good jealous, and concerned about my well-being.
Fragments of time with him flash by, and Dario is here. His response was lost to me as I reminisced on his brother. But he’s unbuckling his belt and handling a cock worthy of worship.
“It’s a little less dirty on the ground over there by the window.” I point across the room. Dust cakes the glass, giving the appearance of blackout curtains on the outside, which should be no worry to him. But my palms itch to brandish the discarded wrench on the ground.
Chapter Seventy-Seven
El Santo
Hoisting LeAnna around the waist, I carry her over to the window. My cock strains against jean material. The need to ram my stiffness down her throat is great. I lower her to the ground, and she clambers to her knees, near a shiny weapon.
Lips cocked to the side, I reach down to kiss LeAnna’s temple and clasp the 16-inch wrench to throw it. The weapon clatters across the cement floor. I level LeAnna a pointed look, snatching her throat in my hand.
LeAnna’s teeth catch my bottom lip. She pulls me into her mouth. “Why do I have to beg to suck my man’s dick?”
Her big, brown innocent eyes are soaked in lust to please me. Suspicion on a decline, I shove my pants around my knees. LeAnna’s loyalty’s rewarded as my dick punches her tonsils on the first slippery drive inside. “Mmmm, your mouth is just as amazing as your pussy.”
LeAnna’s tongue snakes across the ridges of my stiffness while her mouth touches down along the base of my shaft. I thrust my hips, craving more of her amazing wet suction.
Stepping in a wide-legged stance, I drop my head back. “Keep sucking my dick like that.”
She hums, vibrating on my dick, cupping my balls. Ready to ejaculate, my toes crunch underneath. “LeAn—fuck.”
Her silky hand tightens around my nuts, and her teeth lock on my dick. I seize her throat with my left hand and slam my fist into her face. My knuckles repeatedly fly across her nose and cheekbone. “You are dead, puta!”
Nose leaking, LeAnna lets go. Her cheek flushes with heated blood. I cling to her neck, deepening the delightful hue. Choking, I pull her from the ground and slam her into the wall. “Instead of ReAnna, it should’ve been your ungrateful ass who died.”
Her fingers slap at my flexed forearms. Voice constricted, she snaps, “My—sis—not—de—”
My fist focuses on her temple. One hit sends LeAnna’s lights out.
“I don’t give a fuck if she’s dead. All I know is, you will be soon.”
I let go of LeAnna’s neck. Her body crumples to the ground as I maneuver my abused, teeth-grated dick into my pants. Leveling my breathing, I zip up and take a tentative step.
“Though you don’t deserve it, mami, you fuck good.” My lips drag across her busted ones as I kiss her. Gripping my fingers into her hair, I drag her unconscious body along. “So, I’ll treat you like an ángeles.”
A streak of blood stretches across the floor. I pull LeAnna to the room where her unfaithful essence will drain from her body. I wipe the sweet taste of her warm blood from my mouth. Tears sting my eyes. “This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it hurts you, amor.”
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Dominic
Although she’d lost a ridiculous amount of blood, Roslyn threatened to follow me and find Aria herself. She had no problem attempting to assault me earlier. So, I held her bloody hand, tried Aria’s cellphone, which was dead, and waited for paramedics.
The red lights whirl in the fading sky, taking her as I glare at Carrington. He had me cornered the second the ambulance switched gears.
“Do you have any idea where your brother might be?” Carrington asks.
“If I did, you’d be the first to know.” The muscles beneath my jaw work in overdrive.
In doubt, he jerks a business card from the inside of his lapel. “Let’s increase the chances, shall we?”
Fuck you, flits across my gaze. I take the card, feeling dirty, a sellout to my familia. But Mami wouldn’t want this. Papi would’ve tried to kill Dario himself for whatever the fuck this is.
“Where the fuck are you, hermano?” I mutter to myself, glancing at the bagged body being carted out of the entrance.
I hustle to my Mercedes, dialing Carlotta. The call rings and rings. Except for her and me, my hermano hasn’t engaged in conversation with anyone else recently. With a limited list of Dario’s associates, I dial up Peachy.
Bypassing the formalities, I say, “I take it, you know half the police department is looking for Dario.”
“The entire department, actually. Dario is a much greater threat than our run-of-the-mill perps. He was family.”
I drive off, heading toward home with the notion that I’ll turn his bedroom over for answers on Aria’s location. “You also considered him family when investigating the park murder.”
“Dom, I’m not answering your questions. Do you know where—”
“If I fucking knew, Peachy, you’d know. I just assured another member of your family that I’d snitch on my familia.” I bark, gripping the steering wheel harder. “Is he El Santo?”
“That’s a possibility.”
No, I groan, bashing the break at a stoplight, which appeared out of nowhere. My tires screech, halting at a massive intersection. The grill of my ride is an inch away from the flow of cross traffic.
“Listen, Dom. I’m under investigation for the park ordeal. I gave Dario access to my passwords, needed a little help. When I discussed the matter with my superior, I also admitted to a possible data breach in our system. A tech is on it, second best to—”