CHAPTER 46

CHAPTER 46
She was a mother to a little girl she'd only just begun to get to know. Joey Mancini and Frankie Marino were still in her life even though they were still working for Father Dominic Varela under Cease Fire. They were occupied with a team of those red-headed witches that she had encountered. They didn't go a day without checking in. They still got drunk every month and spoke about Paolo Ricci. He was missed, but would never be forgotten.

Teresa (Romano), the half-sister Mary-Ann never knew she possessed, was a quiet, reserved girl from the day she saved her from rape. Gone was the confident girl who had started to emerge from her shell. Her visions grew worse. Tormenting her so much that she had turned to self-violence. It was a concern Mary-Ann couldn't help worrying about, never quite sure what the future held for her. All she wished for was to be able to somehow help.

Her world was whole even though she had also lost. It was a sweet and bitter one.

"It's almost time to go, my Flower."

Looking up into the handsome face of Vincent DeLuca, Mary-Ann smiled. Two months together, and she had never for an instant doubted that choice. Below the pricey material of his pricey suit, her initials were inscribed above his heart. A promise and warning that if he played tricks on her again, as he once had, she would not hesitate to remove the organ forever.

Mary-Ann asked, "Are they here?"

He had been patient while leaving her to grieve. He knew she needed to do so before she could release. Wherever she went from there, he was never far behind.

"Not yet, but almost so. We have to get out of here before Father Dominic Varela reaches us."

The fire in his eyes was wild. He may not utter the words often, but Mary-Ann read them in each of his actions. He had risked everything to find her once again. Bring her back home. Their romance would always be turbulent and blazing. She loved him all the more because of that.

Vincent DeLuca's shadows covered them, following their master's silent command. She was standing beside headstones one moment, the next beneath the cool shadows of a tree that was some distance from the church. Standing with his hands on her hips, he lifted her off the ground with a strength that must be terrifying, but it only made her hotter. It was heady and intoxicating to know the abilities he possessed. The lives he had claimed. How he'd murder her in an instant if she begged him to.

Mary-Ann would torture, maim, and slay for him too. Raise The Underline Club and enjoy every single moment of it with the blood of their enemies staining her palms. With trouble knocking at their doorstep, one way or another, she'd never get tired.

The chill of a stone grave gave shivers along her body as she was carefully set upon it. She shivered as his lips probed along her shoulder, neck, seeking to her mouth.

Running caresses up her legs, he swept aside the fabric of the black dress. As he traveled deeper past her inner thighs, Mary-Ann caught in a gasp.

"You're not in panties." His tone was just sensual as he found her wet warmth. "Devious woman."

"I thought we were going?" 

"We have time for this." He was so conceited. But he knew he could not always get his way with her. She wasn't as malleable as he originally believed. She'd turn everything he plotted on its head just for sport.

Their lips met, and hellfire flowed between them.

Whimpering into his lips as the kiss became savage, Mary-Ann shivered with ecstasy. Buttons popped loose as she ripped open his shirt. Warm, hard flesh met her inquiring fingers. Finding the puckered scars, she pressed the initials with her fingertips. He'd carry her mark for life. Biting deep, she kept pressure until he hissed on her lips.

"Remember, love, to whom you belong." Mary-Ann panted, biting his bottom lip with her teeth, tugging on it with all her might.

His low growling response vibrating under her caused fire to build between her legs. Lifting his hands to make for his zipper, she stopped him.

"Wait. I have a better thought."

Her gaze locked with his, Mary-Ann sprang off the rock and onto her knees. She couldn't hide her starving, lustful face. She was starving for him. She unzipped his belt, unzipping it. Black, starched underpants appeared. The unmistakable form of his giant cock appeared against the cloth. Her mouth salivated at the idea. She couldn't help herself but get a taste.

Cradling fingers in the waistband of both materials, she drew down the clothes to his thighs.

It didn't matter that they could see them. It only assisted in turning her on further. There was nothing more erotic than when they'd had an audience to watch them, and she knew they both enjoyed it. They'd done it out in public already several times now, and leery eyes on them only made her want it more.

His gorgeous cock sprang free, hard and waiting. "On knees before me finally," Vincent snarled, satisfied with himself and arrogant.

Gripping his shaft in her hand, Mary-Ann stroked his length. Groaning, his hips pushed against her, thrusting more firmly into her palm. It moved in her hand, expanding.

"Don't get too comfortable." She cautioned him with a haughty raise of an eyebrow.

Mary-Ann enjoyed him on his knees, his face in her pussy, just as much as he liked having her sucking his cock this way. Curring her tongue around the rim, she lapped up the bead of pre-cum at the tip. Caressing, fondling, she mapped the length of him, lavishing attention along his shaft, licking from tip to base.

"Fuck yes." A hiss as he pushed forward.

With a damp, sweeping downstroke, Mary-Ann nuzzled a ball sack and then drew it into her mouth. Breathing out a coarse-grained exhalation, Vincent bunched her hair in his fists, the unwritten instruction to continue. Her hand moving his cock, she massaged the other ball with her tongue before releasing the first one from its envelope. Granting the other one like treatment, his passion increased.

Rocking his hips forward, his moans grew louder. Taunting him, she prolonged it with tender, torturous caresses. She had a talent for driving him crazy. Bending him into the soft, wet crevice of her mouth, his shaft throbbed in reaction. Mary-Ann groaned, the vibration shaping around the meaty flesh.

"You look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth." Dark eyes that seethed with lust, his gaze locked onto hers.

Her approval urged her to attempt to please him further, but the temptation to tease surpassed it. Retreating, she teased him. Closing her lips around the crown, she reversed it back and forth. Grunting, his grip on her hair tightened as she oiled her palm up and down his base.

"Either suck like the whore that you are or I'll start fucking that beautiful face."

Mary-Ann was certain that he could feel and see her lips stretched out in a wicked smile. He was the Devil, but he wasn't the only one who enjoyed playing games. Over and over, she teased him to the brink, then drew him back.

Cursing, his hands went to brutally clench her cheeks, holding her firm, and Mary-Ann knew his patience had at last been worn thin. Thrusting, he shoved his dick as far back down her throat as possible. Hips pumping hard in rhythm, he in and out of her mouth went, breathy moans and grunts escalating in volume. As he rode her face, each thrust sent delicious shudders down to her pussy.

It didn't take long. Throwing back his head, he came hard.