CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ARIES

My wife is fucking stunning. Every time Benji focuses his attention on whatever he's looking at on his computer, I take a peek at the photo she sent me. She stands in my kitchen wearing a black skirt and a white button down blouse, the first two buttons undone, making my mouth ache to taste those pretty tits and hear those sweet little breathy moans.

Fuck. I'm not looking forward to setting her free. I'd be a lying asshole if I said I wasn't going to miss her, but I can't keep her. I'm not the forever guy and Dalia deserves a man that can stick around for the long haul, and give her white picket fences, pretty flowers, and all the babies she desires. That's not me. I'm the guy that fucks women until he gets bored, and leaves them in tears. I care just enough about her to refuse to do that to her. Dalia has been through enough in life, without me adding heartbreak to it. After we find Sierra, I will send Dalia away with signed divorce papers, so she can live the life she deserves. One without me bringing her down. She is the oddest thing to come from our world. Most women in mafia families are dark and jaded, but not Dalia. She's full of sunshine and life, in spite of the fact that she's from a family that endangers her existence on a daily basis. Some people may look at her and think she's weak because of her lack of edge. They would be wrong. My wife has an edge, she just keeps it hidden for the most part. Dalia is the epitome of strength. What she has been through would bring most men I know to their knees. She walked through hell and lived to tell about it.

"Alright. The Aiellos don't have her anymore. That was true. Unfortunately, your fears were correct, she was trafficked. The odd thing is, she's up for sale again."

I scratch my neck in confusion, "What?"

When women are trafficked, they are not normally resold. They are kept, beaten, and raped until the exhale their final breath.

He nods as if he can read my thoughts, "I'm going to contact Max and Damian. If we can get someone to go undercover we may be able to get her back without bloodshed."

I swallow hard, "Is there a picture if she's for sale?"

Benji winces, "There is and you don't want to see it, man. Trust me."

"Show me," I say, because if she's been through it why should I be shielded from the pain?

He turns his laptop to me, "I'm sorry."

I glance at the photograph of Sierra and it's hard to even know it's her. Her eyes are swollen black and blue, dark hair a tangled mess, tears streak her face, and lips bloody, as well as her nose that looks like it might be broken. The pain is instant and soul crushing. What did they do to her? If you hate me come after me, but don't destroy a fucking child. I will never understand this part of the business. I suppose it's the one fucking thing the De Lucas and I agree with. There's never a reason to fucking beat and rape a little girl. Never. I don't care who did what, there are other ways to retaliate.

Clenching my fists, I growl, "And you think I want to avoid bloodshed?"

Benji watches me with a concerned expression, "Avoiding bloodshed means you get her out with minimum risk. It doesn't mean you don't go back and destroy every man that dared lay a finger on her."

As much as I want to storm in, guns blazing, blowing up everything in my path, I have to put her safety above my own need for massive carnage.

Benji flashes me a sad look, "I'll get things together as quickly as I can. In the meantime, I need you to hold it together and not do something stupid."

If any other man told me not to be stupid, he'd likely have a bullet in his brain. Yeah, I'm a dick like that. I tend to shoot first and ask questions later, but Benji is safe because he's going to lead me to my sister. After I do, as he suggested, every fucker that touched a hair on her head will die a death far more excruciating than whatever they've done to her.

Just after I pull into my garage I notice a text message from Dalia, so I park the car and open it up to make sure she's okay.

Wife: Any word on your sister?

Me: Yeah. It's not good but Benji thinks we'll find her.

Wife: Did you get proof of life?

Me: Yeah there was a picture but she looked barely alive. I need to find her before that's not the case.

I try to find a million things to keep my mind off Sierra, and what's happening to her right now, but I can't. My head keeps going back to her over and over again. Regardless of how hard I try, I can't stop myself from imagining the most horrific scenarios. After nearly losing my mind for the millionth time, I decide to take a shower to attempt to clear my head. I head to the bathroom and turn the shower on before texting my wife.

Me: I need you. What time are you due home?

This might be the most vulnerable I've ever been in my entire life, and she doesn't respond so I throw my phone on the bathroom counter, get undressed and step under the hot water. I stand with my hands on the wall, hanging my head down, letting the water fall over me. Fuck. Suddenly I feel a hand on my back, I spin around quickly ready to kill my fucking intruder with my bare hands, and find my naked wife standing behind me.

"Dalia," I groan at the sight of the only person that can save me from myself right now. Stop me from finding the trafficking details, and killing everybody where my sister is being held, including myself.

"I thought you had to work?"

She reaches up and trails her fingers down my chest, "My husband needed me more today."

I gaze at her stunning face, for some reason forcing myself to look into her eyes instead of the rest of her gorgeous naked body, "You came back for me?"

Dalia pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods slightly, "I know I can't make everything okay, but I thought maybe you might let me distract you for a little while."

The water pounds on my back as my eyes drop to her soft sensual lips, "I could use a distraction, Wife. What did you have in mind?"

She drops to her knees, taking my cock in her hands, with a soft smile on her lips, she says, "I've never done this before, Aries. I may need a little direction."

I get ready to tell her she doesn't have to do this, but all thoughts leave my brain when she slides her tongue slowly from the base of my dick to the tip. I've imagined her doing this at least a thousand times, but never thought she'd be the one to initiate it.

Sliding my hand in her hair, I groan, "You don't need any direction, baby. You're doing just fine on your own."

Gripping my cock with one hand, she strokes me slowly as she wraps her lips around the head, and sucks me into her mouth.

"Fuck."

I watch my beautiful temporary wife on her knees, sucking my cock, and I will myself to remember every detail of this moment. The way she looks, the feeling of her soft wet mouth, and the sound of her moaning against my length as she takes more of me. When she moves her hand from my dick to my balls, and takes me into her throat, I nearly come on the spot like a goddamn schoolboy. Tightening my grip in her hair, she moans and causes a vibration against my dick, and this time I have no control, I shoot cum into her throat. She swallows every drop of it, releases me, and licks her lips like it was enjoyable. Most women I've been with do not like giving head. More than that, they don't actually like the taste of cum. Yet, if I've learned anything about Dalia, it's that she's unlike any other woman I've met.

With a sweet little smile, she asks, "How else may I be of service?"

Grabbing her under her arms, I lift her to her feet. She gasps when I push her against the shower wall, gripping her chin. I move in to kiss her but she quickly turns her head.

"What the fuck, Dalia? I can fuck your mouth but I can't kiss you?"

She giggles sweetly, "You just came in my mouth. I didn't think you'd want to taste that, but thought maybe you forgot."

I turn her head back to mine and glare at her, "I don't fucking care. This is what I need and a little cum isn't going to keep it from me."

Moving in closer to her, my chest pressed against her beautiful tits, I lower my head and press my lips to hers and take what I want. What I fucking need. She parts her lips on a moan and I take full advantage of it, and slide my tongue into her mouth, urgently seeking hers as I slide my hand down her soft flesh until I reach between her legs, and immediately circle her clit with my thumb. The needy sounds she makes have me hard again. I pull back from her breathlessly, "The water is getting cold and I need to be inside you."

Reaching up, she takes my face in her hands with tenderness I don't deserve, "Whatever you need, you get."

Yeah, I don't deserve her like this. I never could but I'm a selfish bastard so I'll take it anyway. I dry her off before drying myself off. She was only moderately wet since she wasn't directly under the water, but I don't want her to be cold. Picking her up, I throw her over my shoulder as she giggles. I set her on her feet beside the bed as I lay down, "Ride my cock, Wife. I want to watch you get off on me."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as I point at my dick, "Hop on, baby."

Dalia's laughter fills the room as she climbs on top of me, straddling my lap, and she slowly sinks down onto my length with a sweet little whimper. Did I use my phone in the bathroom to turn the cameras on in my bedroom, so I can rewatch this over and over again when I need it? Yeah, I'm an asshole like that.

"Like that, Wife. So good. You look like a fucking goddess taking what you need."

Grabbing onto her waist, I trail my fingers all over her soft skin while I watch her tits bounce with every movement.

"Aries," she whimpers, and I tell her, "Lie down on my chest."

She does and I grip her hips with both hands, and move her up and slam her down, causing her to yelp every time before she moans. Planting her hands on my chest, she lifts herself slightly, and kisses me while digging her nails into my skin. When my orgasm licks down my spine, I'm instantly pissed at myself for not holding off, but then as I empty myself inside her, her pussy clenches down on my dick as she cries out for me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tight against my chest, "Please don't move."

Kissing my chest, she says, "I'm proud of you."

Chuckling, I ask the obvious question, "For what?"

"Your manners are really improving."

Smacking her ass, I laugh again as she yelps, "Don't get too excited. I'm still an asshole."

"You're not an asshole, Aries. I'm falling in love with you and I don't fall for assholes."

I swallow hard before replying, knowing it needs to be said, but can never be taken back, "It's just good sex, Dalia. There's nothing else between us. Please don't forget that."

She doesn't say a word, she just lies there, but I feel the wetness on my chest. Do I want to make her feel better? I do, but I can't. It's better this way. Nothing lasts forever I remind myself, and it's better to hurt her now than to destroy her in the future. The truth I'll never tell her is that I don't want to let her go. I'm lying to both of us, but I always do the right thing. The fact is, if she knew everything she'd never choose me. I should tell her but I don't think I can stomach the heartbreak on her face. Rather than dim the light in her eyes, I'll let her go, so she can be happy without me.