Chapter 37

When we arrive, Joe lets me out of the rental. I stand, buttoning the front of my suit jacket as I look up at the overly done mansion. It's the way one would think a Mafioso lived, and it grates my fucking nerves.

But when I enter, the scene I find isn't what I expected. Men bustle around, packing things and taking furniture this way and that.

"Here to see the Boss?" a man asks, holding the end of a chaise lounge. He shifts its weight in his arms as I stammer for words, with Dante and Lorenzo beside me.

"Y—Yeah," I finally get out.

He nods his head toward a door at the base of the stairs. "In there. Good fucking luck."

I don't bristle. I'm the reaper, after all. I can handle one fucking man. None of his men look too concerned with us being here. They knew we were coming, too. Lorenzo had spoken to Bianchi's right-hand man, but he had mentioned a power shift was happening.

I grip the weapon they allowed me to keep, ignorantly, and I move behind Dante who opens the door the soldier had nodded toward.

"What the fuck?" Dante asks, standing still and trapping my view with his body.

I shove him to the side, pulling my weapon and moving into the room. "You're going to negotiate with me, Bianchi," I start, coming to a stop when Brynne's rueful smile meets my eyes.

For a moment, all the possibilities rush through my brain. That she's my enemy. That she was planted on my property. That I'd been right this entire time.

I snarl, trigger finger tightening.

She stands, moving past a beautiful woman who's standing in the corner holding an iPad.

She moves around the desk, her lithe body covered in a black dress that mirrors the one she'd worn to The Red Door. The night skims the edges of my reveries, and I shake it away.

"Now, is that any way to treat your bunny?" she asks, leaning back on the front of her desk, crossing her ankles. Her black high-heels make her calf flex delicately.

I swallow, ignoring the way her presence makes my cock stiffen.

"It was you all along," I snarl.

She rolls her eyes, motioning for everyone to leave us.

I look at Dante as if to tell him he'd better not dare move.

He laughs, clapping me on the shoulder. "You're on your own with this one, Boss."

"Good to see you're alright, Ms. Brynne," he throws over his shoulder as he cackles, pushing Lorenzo out of the room. The woman eyes Brynne questioningly, and she nods.

Likely a motion to tell her she's alright.

But she's not, is she? The reaper in me begs to move on her, to make her flesh bend to me. To make her beg for mercy.

"I wasn't in on anything all along. But you have to give me time to explain," she says, moving closer, even though my gun hasn't moved.

When she stops before me, the barrel is pressed between her overflowing breasts, full and partially on display. I lick my lips, looking at the delightful imagery longer than I should.

She knows the power she holds.

"Is this for me? You shouldn't have!" Her hand skims over my cock, and I hiss in response, nearly wavering with my weapon.

This isn't the Brynne I'd seen before. The one I'd made kneel between my thighs in the club. She's oozing power and command, eyes filled with the knowledge of what she wants. I just don't know what that is yet.

I try to focus. "Speak."

She laughs. "Always down to business with you, isn't it?" She moves around me like a cobra looking to strike. She halts near my right side, leaning in and nibbling my ear lightly. My eyes roll and a growl escapes.

"Didn't you even miss me a bit? You were coming to save me, weren't you, Daddy?"

It's too much. Too fucking much. I can't breathe.

Her face lingers, and I can't help when mine turns toward her. "Tell me you weren't a plant, little rabbit. Fuck, tell me what's going on…"

She cuts me off with her lips on mine, and my senses are gone. Forgotten. Her kiss is damning, bruising, her tongue caressing mine like I am her lifeline.

My gun skitters to the floor as I turn into her, deepening the kiss to near pain. The way we both like it. She lifts a leg up, hooking it around the back of mine.

"I missed you so much. I'm so sorry," she says in between kisses.

We don't come up for air for what seems like an eternity before I finally get a hold of myself and peel her off me.

"It was my dad. He wasn't dead." Tears stain her cheeks, and I want nothing more than to wipe them away. "I killed him, Slate. I killed him."

Shock ripples through me. It's why they sent me to her, she's their boss. It's the way it works in this world. She's his fucking heir, and she's the one who dethroned him.

She waves her hands through the air. "And now, I'm in this big house, with no idea who I am, who he was, what the fuck is going on!"

I smirk at the way things have played out between us. I thought her a fucking nuisance, and now she's going to become one. I laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"What's funny?" she asks, sniffling.

"I killed my brother. I'm the boss now."

She stops, her heels planting into the floor. "Are we enemies?"

The laugh grows louder from my chest, and I bend in the middle and just let it continue.

"Oh, great. You"ve chosen now to lose your mind finally?"

I straighten, trying to get a hold of myself. "I'm sorry, bunny. It's just the absurdity of our situation. I can't…"

Her eyes darken at the use of her nickname, and I seal my lips. The heat between us grows.

"You are my enemy, for the moment," I tell her honestly. "Because I can't allow your operation to continue with?—"

She lifts a hand, cutting me off. "It's why I shot him. It's already been dismantled."

I gape at her. I'd gotten word only yesterday she was spotted on this property, so that means she's killed her father, and taken apart the operation in under twenty-four hours.

"Who are you?" I ask.

She shrugs. "I don't know. I guess I'll find out, won't I? But one thing I know is I can't do this life without you. I don't care if it's been done before—merging of the families, an agreement, whatever you want to call it—but I love you. I love you so fucking much, Slate. I shouldn't have run, I was just so scared…"

I rush her, slamming her back up against the wall, our teeth clashing in a hungry kiss. "I love you, too. So much," I manage between kisses.

This time, when she hooks her leg behind mine, I use the opportunity to find her pussy with my hand. She's bare, wet, and heating rapidly.

"Bunny, where are your panties?" I growl against her lips, moving across her slick center.

"I knew Daddy was coming. Why would I wear panties?"

"Fuck, bunny. You're trying to kill me."

She shakes her head, unbuttoning my pants. "No, baby, I'm trying to fuck you."

It's only the second time she's called me baby, and it makes me groan. She pops my cock free, and I tug my hand away from her pussy, finding her entrance with my throbbing head and slipping against the tight hole to tease her.

"Don't toy with me, please. I need you so bad. I missed you so much," she rasps, and it's what spurs me forward.

I slip inside her to the base, both of us groaning at the contact and how good it feels.

"Fuck, bunny!" I hiss at the way she grips my cock tightly as I move in and out of her depths with a fever that's been raging for weeks without her to sate it.

"Never again. I'll never run again," she admits, panting as I pop her breast free from her dress, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

She arches off the wall, painting me with every moan.

I lift her under the back of her thighs, my cock falling out of her as I move her to her father's desk. She reaches behind her, shoving things to the ground in haste.

When I set her down atop it, she lifts her dress over her head, throwing it aside. She'd had nothing on as she waited for me behind this desk.

"You were ready for Daddy's arrival, weren't you, little rabbit?" I ask, gripping her hips hard in my hands before crouching and running my eyes over her glistening seam.

She bites her bottom lip. "I was," she breathes.

"I think we should negotiate how we're going to go forward. How this is going to work between us, the merging of the families," I tell her, but before she can answer, I lean forward and lick through her pussy like a dying, thirsty man.

A strangled cry comes from her. "Terms," she moans. "We need terms."

"Mmm," I say, vibrating my lips between her folds. "And what are your terms, Ms. Bianchi?"

"Never stop, fuck!" Her head lolls back as I add fingers into her pussy, the tip of my tongue lapping at her swollen clit as she falls apart for me.

"If only controlling the other Dons was this easy," I tease, and she lifts her frantic gaze to me.

"Daddy, please," she begs, and I forget all the shit between us as our eyes stay locked.

"Words. Tell me what you want," I manage, moving my fingers inside her, hooking them upward.

It's too much fun toying with her. So much fun that I never want to stop.

"I want your cock deep in my pussy, your mouth on mine, the air you breathe to keep me alive, while you fuck into me like the Italian brute I know you are!" Her words are muffled by anguished cries as I keep changing the speed with which my fingers work her.

"Those are pretty specific demands; I might have to take them under advisement."

I stand before her, pulling my fingers from her pussy and holding them in front of her face. "Suck," I order.

I don't know if it's because I need her submission as I always have, or if this new madness in me is because I need to know her new position will not change our dynamic. Even though I can feel the same overwhelming aura floating between us.

She leans forward, sucking her arousal off my fingers, and my cock bobs with each pass her tongue makes over them.

She pops off them. "Dante!"

The door behind me opens, and I don't turn to give my now right-hand man a shot at my throbbing cock.

She looks over my shoulder, my body shielding hers from view.

"Your boss would like to be advised on whether it's safe to fuck me hard and deep," she tells him, and a snarl rips free from my chest.

Dante's chuckle is near blood-boiling. "Daddy has my permission."

The door clicks closed, and her smile turns to heat on her face. "I think he approves. Unless you want me to seek advisement, too?"

She opens her mouth to shout another name and I back away from her. "Kneel." I point to the ground, and she closes her lips, licking them sinfully.

She slides off the desk, dropping before me.

"Your mouth has grown defiant in my absence. Brazen even. You seem to need something to fill it." I wrap my hand around my cock and move close to her, stroking as she eyes me heatedly. "Suck," I grit out as I roll my neck.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispers, closing her lips around my shaft and sliding down to the base with her heated mouth. I almost go fucking blind when she rakes her teeth across my skin as she makes her way back to the head, swirling her tongue around me, my mind blown with the power she holds from her kneeling position.

I'd give her anything right now. I'd order men to line up, shooting them dead for her pleasure as she sucked me off if it was her wish.

She had power before, but now it's another story. Now she knows it and she's wielding it like a weapon. My bunny loves her weapons.

"I missed you, bunny. Fuck, I missed you so much. This mouth, your pussy gripping me, your body warming my bed, your smart mouth that never gives me a moment of peace, your fucking presence in the house. God," I break off as she sucks me deep down her throat, her muscles gagging around the tip of me. "Don't you dare take cum meant for your pussy down that dirty little throat of yours," I command, pulling back.

She whimpers at the loss, her eyes watering down her face, mascara running.

I swipe through the mess, smearing it further. "You always cry so fucking pretty for Daddy."

I swipe her lips with the black make-up, making her look like a used little whore beneath me.

"You're Daddy's dirty little slut, aren't you? You love to gag on my cock," I snarl, shoving back into her mouth. Her answering moan vibrates around my even strokes as I grab the back of her head with both hands and fuck her mouth roughly.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. Take me deeper." I shove deeper, and she fights to take me.

"You look so pretty on Daddy's cock, good little bunny." I'm lost to the feel of her, but not too lost to come down her throat.

I feel it culminating in my balls and pull out. Her face now is a full fucking mess.

"Bend over the desk," I tell her, and she complies.

Reaching behind me, I unsheathe my knife, and once I'm deeply seated inside her again, I let the blade come across her throat from behind.

"Daddy, fuck!" she whines.

"Baby girl, I was a fucked-up man before you, but after you? You fucked me up. I was broken without you, Brynne."

"I'm sorry," she howls as I keep fucking her deep, skin-slapping skin, and my weapon never wavering. She fights to bend backward to look at me. "Never again; I swear it."

"But are you willing to bleed for the agreement?" I ask, and her eyes darken.

"I am."

My eyes roll back as her pussy clenches around me, and when my eyes find hers again, her smirk tells me she's done it on purpose.

"You dirty little slut," I growl, removing my blade and flipping her around to the front. She hops up on the desk, her full breasts spreading out as she lies back.

I let my blade skim down her breastbone, nicking her stomach as I pass in multiple places. She arches off the desk, fully trusting me. When I splay my hand over the cuts, she moans breathlessly, hissing as the pain melds with the throbbing in her body.

"Fuck, bunny," I whisper, finding her center with my cock, needing to be home again.

When I push inside, she lifts her head to watch me fuck her. "Look at that greedy little cunt, how it swallows Daddy's cock. I think it missed me, don't you?"

She's nodding, heady eyes growing heavy, her mouth hung open with huffs of aroused breaths leaving it.

I lay my blade on her stomach, freeing my hand to pinch her clit, torturing her the way she's torturing me as she tightens her pussy walls in waves.

I hold one of her legs up over my hip with my other hand as I slam into her, forceful strokes culminating in a rush to the finish as I can once again feel the orgasm I'd starved building.

"I love you," she whimpers, and I meet her eyes.

"I love you so much, bunny," I admit.

Her head falls back, and she throws her arms above her head, abandoning her pleasure to me and only me.

"Come for me, bunny. Let me feel this pretty cunt shatter for me," I manage, gritting my teeth as I fight my release.

"Ah, Slate!" Her screams grow more strangled and incoherent as she clenches in waves around me.

I let her leg go, leaning forward and slamming my hands on the desk next to her sides, using it as leverage to fuck her harder as she continues to come for me.

I pull out of her, and she eyes me, panicked at why I'd once again stopped myself from coming.

"On your knees," I order again, taking my blade from her stomach.

She moves quickly to drop in front of me. I pump my cock, careful not to use any rhythm, so I don't spoil what I need to finish.

"Tongue out," I order.

She opens her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out.

"You're fucking mine. From this day forward. Do you understand me, bunny?" I breathe through the feel of my cock sliding through my hand.

She nods.

Taking my blade, I let the tip twirl into the head of my cock; the pain rippling through me, making me groan. I'm coming alive, becoming the monster I am in private right before her very eyes. Yet she's not shying away from it as I thought she would.

My blood drips into her open mouth as I drop the blade, fucking myself faster.

"Here it comes. Fuck, here it comes! Swallow me down, bunny. You don't waste a fucking drop of what Daddy gives you!" I break, cum shooting out in thick ropes, and she captures it all.

She lifts onto her knees, closing her mouth over me as the last shudders move through me.

"God!" I shout.

She snickers, knowing good and damned well I hate when she says anything other than my fucking name. I know she's never going to let me live it down, either.

She pops off my cock, making a show of swallowing my blood and cum down, and my knees nearly buckle.

"Now," she says, standing before me and lifting her hands to her hips. "About those terms."

I rush her, biting her shoulder as she groans, hugging her arms around me.

I kiss her deeply, lingering over her lips. "I love you."