Death wish, p.9
Death Wish, page 9
“How so?”
“You aided in getting me—a Morelli for all intents and purposes—information that led to Landry’s escape. Your assistance in helping the wrong side won’t be taken as a little oopsie and easily forgiven. Trust me. Your cousin will do what he can to destroy you too. Maybe not as bad as he did us, but rest assured, he will disown you, strip you of any connections you have because of your last name, and make sure that you’re not tied to one cent of his money.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck,” I agree. “Plus, if you tattle, to anyone for that matter, they’ll show up here and take those two girls right back to their monstrous father. Do you think he’s the forgiving type or do you think he’s also like your douchebag cousin?”
He scrubs a palm over his face, his blue eyes wild with indecision. “She doesn’t look unhappy here,” he admits. “But you’re not exactly someone safe. I mean, this is seriously fucked up.”
I take a long swallow of coffee before setting it on the counter. My eyes bore into his. Shoving my hand into my pocket, I produce the gun and set it next to my coffee.
“I will shoot anyone, and I do mean anyone”—I pause so he understands that means him too—“who tries to take Landry away. We only thought we wanted Ash. With Landry, we know we want her. Indefinitely.”
“You won’t hurt her.”
“Oh, I’ll hurt her, but she’ll enjoy it. The good kind of hurt.”
“That’s supposed to reassure me?”
“You don’t have a choice.” I gesture with my hand for him to leave. “Time to go, friend. I’m no longer feeling very hospitable.”
He shakes his head, his eyes darting back and forth. “You can’t hide out forever, man. You said it yourself. My cousin is too powerful. If you think he’s forgotten all about you and your brothers’ transgressions, you’re an idiot. He’s teamed up with Alexander already. After you three fall off the grid at the same time the Croft girls do, how long do you think it’ll be before he puts two and two together? You know he still keeps tabs on you guys. If I were him, I would.”
Hell, I would, too.
The uneasiness is back.
He’s right. We can’t hide forever, though that’s absolutely my wish. Winston is too smart for that.
“What do you propose, then?”
“Fuck if I know.” He runs his fingers through his hair, messing it all up. “A public appearance? To show all is well?”
I mull over his words for a second and then nod. “Find something public. We’ll send Sparrow. He’s like you and your people.”
“And what exactly am I like?”
“A spoiled prince in an expensive suit.” I give Ty a two-fingered salute. “Bye, little Constantine prince.”
Chapter Twelve
Landry
Anxiety claws at my throat and infects my every thought. Ever since I learned Ty dropped by this morning, and Scout told him everything, my mind has been a mess.
What if he tells my dad?
I have to believe he wouldn’t. Ty is my friend. He was going to help me escape until Scout hijacked our whole plan, injecting himself into the equation instead.
Still, I’m worried and I can’t stop.
If I was smart, I would leave. Sneak out the front door when the guys are all asleep, carrying Della far, far away from here.
And then what?
Get stopped by the first cop I see only for them to haul me back home, depositing us both back into the hands of a monster?
I shudder at that thought. At least here, even while feeling like a sitting duck, I’m somewhat protected. The Mannford triplets are shockingly obsessed with me. It’s unnatural and unhealthy, yet it’s my biggest and most powerful shield against my father.
Scout doesn’t seem to be worried at all about Ty or my father. He’s been going about his day today like his story this morning didn’t shake the ground I walk on. Sully’s concern has been for me while Sparrow has been pacing around endlessly.
“You’re exhausting me,” Scout says with a yawn. “Sit down already.”
Sparrow shoots him an incredulous glare. I’m with Sparrow on this one.
“Why aren’t you worried?” Sparrow demands. “Ty showed up here. Here. At our fucking apartment, man. How can you sit there and be so chill about this?”
Scout runs his fingers through Heathen’s fur. “I told you. I took care of shit. Unlike you two.”
“How?” Sully asks. “Your methods aren’t exactly awesome.”
“They’re effective,” Scout says with a wide grin. “Now calm the fuck down before you give yourself an ulcer, little brother.”
“Good idea. I’m going to the gym,” Sparrow huffs out. “I need to blow off some steam.”
His gaze lingers on me for a moment and then he leaves to change into his workout clothes. Sully sidles up beside me, slinging an arm over my shoulders.
“You okay?” Sully asks, kissing the side of my head.
I can’t help but melt in his comforting hold. Sparrow stalks past us a few minutes later, giving his brother an icy glare, before leaving the apartment. Scout laughs at his dramatic exit and then motions for Della to come help him in the kitchen.
As she takes his hand and he limps away, I can’t help but think how much I appreciate his kindness toward her. For whatever reason, she’s glued herself to his side today. They don’t try to communicate with each other, but instead do it with smirks and smiles. Like they just get each other. If I wasn’t stressed to the max over this new revelation about Ty, I’d find it completely adorable that Della could turn someone like Scout into a big teddy bear.
“You need to chill,” Sully says. “You’re tense as fuck.”
Of course I can’t relax. It’s not that simple.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “We’ll watch a movie or something in my room until dinner is ready.”
Della is now perched on the counter like a little bird, watching Scout with rapt attention as he pulls things out of the refrigerator. I give her a wave and then let Sully guide me to his room. He shuts the door behind us, locking it.
A thrill of excitement chases away the uneasy feeling I’ve had all day.
“Sparrow leaves and you’re going to fuck me now?” I ask, unable to keep the taunting grin off my face. “Smooth getting me here under the guise of watching a movie.”
He rolls his eyes. “My intentions were noble, I assure you, but if you’re wanting to relax the old-fashioned way, I’m happy to serve.”
“What’s the old-fashioned way?”
He walks over to me until his scent is invading my nostrils and his solid body is looming over mine. His mouth finds my ear and he crudely licks the inside making me squeal. Hot breath tickles the wet flesh as he says, “With my tongue.”
“Your tongue?”
“You won’t be able to think straight, much less worry, by the time I’m done with you.”
“You don’t want to fuck?” I ask, astonished. “You just want to eat pussy?”
“I’ve been craving another taste of your honey, honey, ever since you let me get my mouth on you. It was rushed and I didn’t get to do what I wanted.”
Oh. Wow. He’s serious.
“You…” My cheeks burn hot. “That time in the bathroom was the only time I’ve…”
His eyes burn with fiery lust. “Still?”
“Still.”
“Those bastards don’t know how to please a girl.” His lips kick up in a roguish smile. “Take your pants off. I want to get between your thighs, Landry.”
I melt a little at his words. It’s exhilarating knowing he wants to do this to me.
“Sully…”
His hands find the button on my jeans and he unfastens it. “I like when you say my name.”
These guys and me saying their names.
“Sully,” I breathe, running my fingers through his messy dark hair. “I’m nervous.”
He captures my mouth for a soul-shattering kiss. I notice the way he flicks his tongue and slides it over mine, keenly aware he will probably use the same tricks on my pussy. A gasp leaves me as he pushes my jeans down my thighs. He breaks our kiss to push my panties down as well.
“I want you naked and sitting on my face, honey.” He winks at me. “I’m going to get you so fucking messy.”
Fire burns down my spine, settling in my core. An aching need possesses me. I can’t shed my clothes fast enough. He also strips down, giving me a glorious view of his perfect, sculpted body. Where his brothers have some ink, Sully is tattoo-free.
A glimmer of silver flashes when he turns, his cock jutting out toward me. He has a piercing on his cock. The silver hoop crowns the head of his dick. The pre-come beading his tip beckons for me. I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll want me to reciprocate.
He climbs onto the bed, his ass muscles flexing. Once he’s settled on his back and pumping his dick with one fist, he curls his finger with his other hand in a come-hither motion. Because I’m in desperate need of his tongue, I obey him, crawling over his strong, naked body.
“On my knees?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
“No, honey. I want you to hold on to the headboard and squat over my face. Put your feet on either side of my head. I need your pussy open and dripping all over me. I want to eat you everywhere.”
I shudder at his words. “O-okay.”
It feels awkward revealing such an intimate place of myself to him, but his eyes drink me in like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. It emboldens me to assume the strange position.
He grabs hold of my ass cheeks, squeezing. “Bring that pretty pussy here. I want to lick you until you can’t think.”
I have to tighten my grip on the headboard and angle my body toward his mouth. His breath is hot against my sensitive flesh. It drives me wild with need. He lifts up, pressing a sweet kiss to my pussy and then he nips at one of my lower lips in a not-so-sweet way. Before I can react, his tongue flattens out and he licks along my slit all the way to my clit. My entire body trembles with pleasure.
“Fuck, woman,” he growls. “You taste so good. I could do this all fucking day and be perfectly content.”
The idea of him with his face buried in my pussy all day is ludicrous. It’s also hot. Very hot.
He sucks on my hole, like he’s trying to drink my arousal right from the source. It’s so bizarre but wonderful, I forget where I am for a minute. All that matters is the hot mouth between my thighs. He growls—so feral and starved—and then pushes his tongue inside me. It’s so filthy and wrong, but I love it.
Testing his orders from earlier, I bounce, his tongue literally fucking me. I nearly black out with how fantastic it feels. He pulls his tongue back out to feverishly lick at my clit. His efforts have me shaking so bad I feel like I might collapse.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “Sully. Oh my God.”
He sucks on my clit and then he’s back to tonguing my opening, lapping away more of the arousal he’s responsible for.
“I want this pussy all over me,” he rumbles and then pushes his tongue so deep I see stars. His fingers bite into my ass, urging me to move. Not just move. Grind. He wants me to grind on his face.
So I do.
The erotic slurping sounds he’s making are dizzying. His nose is pressed against my clit and his teeth are pressing into sensitive flesh as he licks me like a beast from the inside.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Oh God.”
He sucks on my pussy, his tongue rubbing over my tender nub inside. It’s insanely wonderful. White-hot bliss explodes over me and I cry out in shock, my orgasm seizing me suddenly. I can feel my pleasure leaking over his face and smearing my thighs. My whole body trembles with the need to collapse. He pulls out of my body and then too easily manhandles me down his body.
I slide right over his cock, my body inviting him willingly. His piercing teases the throbbing part of me that he’s licked to life. All I can do is ride his dick like I just rode his face. He grabs my nipple, dragging me down to his face. It’s soaked—drenched from saliva and my orgasm. I like the way I taste on him. Our kiss becomes frantic and starved.
It doesn’t take long before he’s groaning out his release. I’m so wet and slippery from this encounter, the juicy sounds echo so loud I’m sure we’ll get complaints from everyone in the building.
His dick eventually quits throbbing, long after he’s spilled every drop of his release. I collapse on him, burying my face against his neck. Every muscle in my body burns but in a delicious sort of way.
I’m floating on a cloud.
Drifting in and out of blissful thoughts.
This is nice. Really nice.
We remain on the bed, clinging to one another, both of us panting for air. Sparrow must still be at the gym because I don’t hear his voice. I do hear Scout still banging around in the kitchen.
“If Ty could find us…” I murmur, unable to finish that thought.
“Hey,” Sully croons, hugging me closer. “He followed Scout, but he hasn’t told anyone. Besides, we’re in an apartment under our uncle’s name which isn’t the same as ours. It won’t be easy to find us.”
“This thing with me and your brothers isn’t right.”
He laughs. “Nothing, when it comes to me and my brothers, is ever right. Who cares if it’s a little fucked up. Feels good.”
That it does.
Feels a little too good.
“I’m the worst captive ever,” I say with a smile. “I slept with my captors.”
“Stockholm syndrome. It’s not your fault. We convinced you to fall in love with us.”
“I’m not in love with you guys.”
“Liar.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, calming me back down into a relaxed state. I could spend hours in his arms, daydreaming, talking, touching, kissing. It’s like I’ve stepped away from my real life for a bit and am playing in a fantasy one.
“What if they do link you guys?” I ask, unable to keep away from the topic. “What then?”
“I think we’ll have a buffer,” Sully assures me. “We may be Mannfords, but we’re under the Morelli umbrella. Back when Winston destroyed us, we didn’t know about our Morelli blood. Now, he’d be a fool to fuck with us. The Morellis have tons of shit on the Constantines. They’re not going to do anything to jeopardize their name.”
I know I should feel somewhat settled by his words, but I don’t. Just because the Constantines won’t publicly go after the triplets, it doesn’t mean my father won’t. My father beats his own children—and worse. He’d take great pleasure in a public flogging where my captors turned lovers are concerned.
I’m safe for the time being.
Even if it isn’t promised for forever, I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
Chapter Thirteen
Sparrow
Elegant piano playing from somewhere in the expansive eighty-first floor Penthouse and the glass of champagne I downed when I arrived at this party do nothing to calm my erratic heart. I’d rather be literally anywhere than in the hoity-toity home of some city politician, rubbing elbows just to “make an appearance as Sparrow Mannford” as Scout described it.
Fuck appearances.
I want to be at home. With Landry. Watching her as she gives herself up to me—to us. It was exhilarating watching Scout fuck her. I liked it. A lot. Not that I get off on seeing my brother’s dick. I just like watching Landry battle with her emotions and sensations running through every nerve ending. I love the mental torment she subjects herself to. That she secretly wants us but hates that she does.
She belongs with us.
All of us.
Landry admitted to wanting us. Together. I’m eager to test that admission. To see how much she struggles with it or if she just gives herself over freely. I ache to see the transformation. To be a part of it. To watch her lose the control she claims she has over us.
It’s driving me crazy being at this damn party wondering what they’re doing at home. Without me. Every situation I imagine involves her naked and getting tag-teamed by my brothers.
I’m jealous.
And fucking horny.
She’s going to let us all three take her. I’m not sure when or how it’ll evolve, but I know it to be true. I saw it in her eyes when she got off on my voyeurism. Landry is just as fucked in the head as we are.
Which is why I have to be successful tonight. Distract those who are watching and make them think nothing is amiss when it comes to the Mannford triplets. The sooner I can convince these partygoers everything is business as usual, the sooner I can drag Landry into bed with me and my brothers.
My dick thickens in my tuxedo pants. They’re already fitted, so it makes shit super uncomfortable. I take a second to think about unsexy things like public transportation or the news or Sully’s baseball cap collection.
I can’t believe I’m at this dinner party with a fucking stiffy.
The party is crowded with New York’s finest, which means it’s inevitable I’m going to run into at least one Constantine. Hell, a Constantine was the one who planted the seed in Scout’s head in the first place and got me the details of this party.
I fucking hate that dude, Ty.
Not in an “I want to murder him in his sleep” kind of way like I do with Winston. He just gets under my skin. His desperation to help Landry grates on me. Like he has some say in her happiness.
Ty is paranoid, according to what he told Scout this morning, that they’re going to dig into Ford Mann and uncover that it’s a false identity. If we’re in hiding, shit will go south quickly because Winston will immediately sniff out our absence and team up with his buddy Alexander. Then, they’d show up on our doorstep to take the girls away from us. Ty is right. By showing up at this bougie-ass party, it’ll be a distraction. That if anyone has thought to link Ford Mann to the Mannford triplets, they’ll be thrown off by my presence.
The loser in question straightens when he sees me. I can tell he wants to come over to talk to me, but the last thing he needs is to be seen with a Mannford triplet. If that gets back to his cousin, Ty will be so fucked. Not to mention, it’d be easier to piece together our involvement with Landry’s escape.
