CHAPTER 47

CHAPTER 47
Cum shot into Mary-Ann's mouth in long, slow spurts. She swallowed it down and didn't stop until she'd drunk the very last drop. His love-making had also become more sadistic when it suited him, but she wouldn't have him any other way. She was addicted to what only he could give. Maybe she was a bigger masochist than she realized.

Rocking back on her heels, Mary-Ann brushed some of the salty fluid from the corner of her mouth aside with her thumb. Her body was on a slow hum of desire. She knew when he fucked her at home he'd have her screaming his name repeatedly.

I want to see Bianca Ferraro and Claudia Moretti please you with their mouths and hands as I watch," Vincent told her, sheathing his spent cock.

As she heard his whores' names, Mary-Ann stepped back. "I do know that you haven't fucked the sluts since we've been together, but that doesn't mean that I care for them hanging around you like bitches in heat.".

A smile flashed on his sensual lips, his eyes half-mast with a lethal glint she knew only too well. "Let's make a bargain. If you humor this fantasy, I'll permit you to kill the one who displeases you the most." Offering his hands, he helped her to stand from her knees.

"You do say such romantic things," Mary-Ann flirtatiously replied. There was no way of denying the proximity of them together despite it being sick and twisted.

He lowered his head. "I do my best, my Flower."

"Alright. I agree to your terms."

She might be what she was. He made no effort to repress her urges and longings. No, he cultivated them without limit. The Devil was aware of all of her vast, dark longings.

You two done screwing yet?" Marco Santoro asked, his voice irritated, observing them from the graveled walkway. "I don't really require a flock of high and mighty angels breathing down my neck. And baby Sofia Rossi is due for her next feeding.".

The small package in his arms chose that instant to wail loudly. Tiny fingers clinging to his hand, she shrieked with hunger. Sympathy and concern had their turn. Without a necessity for discussion, Mary-Ann's legs moved her forward, and she did not halt until she was standing beside them.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, it's okay. We'll go get you some delicious milk and then we'll snuggle," Mary-Ann gently sang, coaxing her from his arms.

Sofia calmed down and looked up at her mother with eyes exactly as green as her father's. Mary-Ann could not stand to be parted from her now. She was her whole world. They all were.

They were a family. Not a normal one, maybe, but the Devil and his Queen took care of their own. If that meant blood and murder, then they accepted the challenge with relish.

Rocking Sofia, Mary-Ann sighed. "I know Father Dominic Varela's a little overprotective."

"Obsessed is the word. Why do you need angelic bodyguards when you have us to protect you?" Marco said.

Protective arms circled Mary-Ann's waist, drawing her into the warmth of a male torso. "The agreement was both sides would give warriors to protect my Queen and daughter as part of the new peace treaty," Vincent DeLuca informed his second.

"Who would've ever imagined she would bring Heaven and The Underline Club together?" Downy soft, Mary-Ann caressed her baby's cheek.

If she's anything like you, Mary-Ann, I've no doubt she'll be anything other than superb." There was a glint in his wicked eyes. "Let's go home. I want you all to myself once she's been fed and put down for a nap.".

Marco Santoro snorted, his brawny arms folded across his chest as he scanned the graveyard for trouble. "The way you two fuck, you'll have another kid in her before she can say boo."

By the smile on his face, Mary-Ann could see that was Vincent's plan.

"You will always be my Flower in the darkness. My Heaven and my The Underline Club. Joy and pain. The one creature who has ever been able to bring the Devil to his knees, my beautiful deadly Queen, and made him savor every fucking second of it."

"I love you too." Cradling his cheek in a free hand, Mary-Ann pulled his mouth down for a searing kiss.

This man owned her heart. He adored her like a King and fucked her like an animal. They told her he was a monster. Weaver of lies. The great deceiver. But the Devil himself had wept over her. Fought for her. Claimed her in his dark arms.

He was her salvation.

Her love.

Together, they were a symphony of pleasure and pain that would never end.