Sing To Me (A Dark Renzetti Series Book 1) Read online

  I’ve never allowed myself to be so vulnerable, but I had to tell them this because here with them, I feel like I’m with family, a family I don't want to lose. If they turned me away, I don’t think I could survive the heartbreak. My fears are misplaced, though.

  Gavriel is the first to speak. “You’ll never have to fight alone again. I made my promise to you, mia bella, and I will keep it until my last breath. I don’t make promises often and when I do, I plan to follow through with it.” Walking over to me, he takes my hands, continuing, “You can trust me. Us.”

  Looking at everyone nodding, I believe him. I kiss him on his cheek and tell him, “I know I can.”

  “You’re stuck with us now, figlia,” Zia says while Zio looks too overcome with anger to speak; he tightly nods.

  “I for one, plan to find these fuckers and skin them alive.” Marco’s light voice is brittle, like splintering glass. He looks just as pissed as he sounds.

  I truly appreciate that, more than they’ll ever know, but right now I need to know more about these enemies they believe I may have.

  Keeping my arm around Gavriel’s waist, I ask Zio, “So, why do you feel my brother and I may have enemies?”

  Clearing his throat, he stands. “It’s nothing but a precaution. Your father was my underboss before he died, but this is a story that needs more time to tell. It’s three in the morning right now, so let’s have Gavriel get you comfortable for the night and we’ll have lunch tomorrow. Martina will check on your friend in the morning as well. Does that sound good, figlia?” Now that he mentioned the hour, I am really tired and I’d like to be alert when he tells me more.

  “Yes, Zio. Thank you.” I kiss him and Zia good night and watch them leave the room.

  “Carla is sleeping in my room. She didn’t want to stay anywhere else,” Marco says while drinking what looks to be bourbon. “Are we still going back to Temptation to question the dicks who tried to hurt them?” he asks Gavriel.

  “Yes. Come, bella, I’ll show you to your room and make sure you have everything you need before leaving.”

  As I lead Sia toward the hallway, she stops and turns back saying, “Don’t break her heart, Marco. She’s lived a rough life too. She may be infatuated with you, but if you don’t feel the same, let her know. Please.” She doesn’t wait for a reply and begins walking again, but I see Marco’s smirk before downing his drink and heading toward the small staircase on the other side of the walk-in pantry. Going to his room where Carla is, no doubt. He’s been talking about that redhead since seeing her at Medusa’s working the bar.

  Like me, Marco has been with plenty of women and never has to search very far for one to fuck around with. But when he saw Carla Conti, he couldn’t be bothered to look elsewhere. If not for the busy months we’ve had I’m sure he would have sought her out. Sia doesn’t need to worry about Marco breaking Carla’s heart, but I don’t tell her that.

  Heading in the direction opposite from where my parents turned, I tell her, “This is the west wing, the boys’ wing. Though none of us actually live here anymore, we all still have our rooms on this side of the house. Our twin sisters, who are away for college, have bedrooms upstairs along with my mother’s private library and guest bedrooms.”

  Stopping at the second to last door on the right, I say, “Here’s Marco’s room, where Carla will be.” I had planned to open the door and let her see her friend, but I'm fairly certain Marco snuck in there. Instead I steer her farther down the hall.

  As we walk, I can’t help but to think back to the story she told us. She may not have seen it, but my father and mother wanted to leave the room not because they were tired, though I know they are, but because showing emotion in front of anyone has never been something my father was good at. Cool and controlled unless he’s alone with my mother or doling out punishment. No doubt, he needed to leave the room before he lost his composure. Even for me, someone who has killed and tortured others in the name of Renzetti, someone who revels in ending the life of a foe, I felt the burning pain in my heart for this beautiful woman beside me. Someone was always trying to hurt her throughout her life and I believe her.

  The darkness shines brightly in her hazel eyes. I watched her as she handled the bastardo at the club. Showing no emotion or fear. A child, learning to defend her body and mind from those around her.

  It makes me bloodthirsty on her behalf, but she is not weak.

  She didn’t break under those circumstances.

  She didn’t just survive either.

  She bloomed.

  The same way the evening primrose flower blooms at night, she grew into this amazing and deadly woman in the absence of light.

  Lei è la perfezione. She is perfection.

  From this moment on she’ll never want for anything.

  She’s mine.

  Once we reach the last door, I open it and let her know. “This is my room. You don’t have to stay in here if you don’t want to, but I’m offering it so you can be close to Carla. I’ll take one of the other rooms.” I want her to know that she has options here. No one will make her do anything she doesn't want.

  She gives me a soft smile and says, “No, this room is fine.” Good, I’d love to see her wrapped in my blankets. I see her looking toward the restroom. She probably wants to shower, so I offer. “Would you like to take a shower? I know you didn't bring clothes with you, but I'm sure I can find something in my sisters' room.”

  She turns back to me, pulling her hair up into a messy bun. I watch the delicate lines of her collarbone as she moves. The way her breasts push forward when she arches her back to gather her hair. She’s not wearing a bra, if the sharp points on her red top are any indication. She's alluring and it’s all I can do to keep from adjusting my growing erection. “Can I just borrow one of your shirts?” Her voice has my gaze shooting up to see her smirk.

  Little minx.

  Giving her a smirk of my own, because I’m not even a little bit ashamed to be caught admiring her, I say, “Yes, of course.” Now I’ll have her scent on my clothes and bed sheets.

  Marco is right, I do have it bad.

  I take a plain white undershirt from the dresser that’s so big it'll reach her mid-thigh.

  When I hand it to her, she puts her hand on my forearm and says, “Thank you. For everything. Thank you for finding information on my family, for bringing me here and introducing me to your mother and father. For bringing me one step closer to finding my brother. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you, but I’ll spend my life trying to nonetheless.”

  Doesn’t she know?

  Doesn’t she realize how she’s awakened my heart?

  I’ve been with many women but never, and I truly mean never, have I had any connection or feelings for them. Sex is a basic thing. Something that can be completely separate from emotions. Just a means to an end. No attachments, no strings, just the way I liked it.

  Now, though, not so much.

  Anastasia Romano makes me want more.

  I tip her head up with my fingers to her chin. “You never have to thank me for doing anything for you. I’m not used to the feelings running through me since meeting you; they’re foreign feelings I’ve never had before, but I do know this: I don’t want to be without you. I’d like to know you more. I want you to have the life you deserve. I want to help you find your brother and more information, but most of all, I want you, Anastasia, and whatever you want. Even if that means you just want to be friends. Whatever you want, I’ll do everything within my power to get it for you.” I’ve never made myself open to rejection before and I feel wound up tight waiting for her reply.

  She makes my blood run faster.

  When she pulls my hand from her chin, I just about deflate with defeat—a feeling I'm most definitely not used to—but then she lays it against her cheek. “I want to know you too, Gavriel. Even before all this, before knowing who you were or what kind of path you walk, I felt a connection to you I’ve never felt with anyone else.” I
take a step closer as she takes a deep breath. “I’ve never been intimate with anyone. I’ve stopped all my attackers before they could get very far. I know you’ve been with women and know what to do, but I don’t. I don’t know how to be what you’re probably used to.” The innocence she’s always displayed is exactly that. True, untouched innocence.

  Hearing her past earlier, I thought her virtue had been brutally taken from her. I still want to kill them all and I will, slowly, but I'm grateful. Grateful not for myself but for her. That she is the strong woman she is. Unafraid to kill someone if it came down to it.

  She truly is a mafia principessa.

  “Sei il mio tesoro e nessuno può paragonare. You're my treasure and no one can compare, Anastasia,” I tell her. I touch her soft lips and groan when her tongue peeks out and touches my thumb. She’s not a clueless virgin either.

  She isn’t annoyingly innocent.

  “Can I kiss you, tesoro?” I ask huskily.

  At her nod, I dip my head down and softly press my lips to hers. I plan to go slowly with her, savor every moment, but when she opens up for me, I can’t hold back. I deepen the kiss, using my left hand to hold the back of her head and move my tongue to show her how I want to penetrate her pussy with my fingers, tongue, and cock. Her taste is so delectable. The ginger of her scent invades my mouth. A sweet aphrodisiac. She drags her fingers through my hair and pulls just enough to have pain and pleasure spike my blood stream. I walk her backward toward the bed and slowly lower her. I move between her thighs and it feels so right, she forms to me perfectly.

  She was made for me.

  I move from her mouth and lay open mouth kisses on her jaw, down her neck, and lightly nip her collarbone. She hisses but pushes her pelvis up against my aching cock. I know she’s wet for me; I can smell her arousal even through her jeans. I can’t wait to slide deep into her, but I will. I'll wait for her to be ready for me because I need to be sure she wants this as much as I do and when I do claim her, I’ll fill her with my seed, marking her as mine forever. I’ll fuck her so good, making sure no other man will do it for her. She’ll never find satisfaction with anyone else but me. I push my slack covered shaft against her pussy and watch as her eyes roll back. If that feels good to her, I can’t wait to see how she looks when I bury my face in her cunt. I lift her satin top over her head and toss it to the floor.

  Pulling back and standing on my knees, I say, “Look at you. You’re fucking beautiful.”

  I begin to unbutton my shirt while I admire her beauty and silently thank God that I didn’t wear a three-piece suit today when I finally get to my undershirt.

  She’s stunning with her messy hair and swollen lips and heaving breasts that are more than a handful with plum-colored nipples. Her taut stomach, which shows off her abs and slim waist that flares out at her hips. I can’t wait until the day I see my dick slick with her juices sliding in and out of her tight body. For now, though, I’ll fuck her with my fingers and tongue. At least that’s in my plans until she sits up just as I pull my shirt over my head, and licks my abs.

  “Oh fuck, bella. I wanted to take it slow and make you feel good, but you’re making it difficult. You keep that up and I won’t be able to hold back from claiming you right now.” The little seductress just smiles up at me with hooded eyes and drags her tongue across my lower stomach, along my belt line, and I hiss in pleasure when her small hand rubs my aching cock through my slacks.

  “No, love,” I say while stopping her hand from opening my belt. I lower her back down to the mattress and bite her nipple lightly, sucking it in to soothe the sting. With a pop I let it go to trail my tongue up her neck. She's making sounds that have my cock leaking in my pants.

  I get to the sweet spot below her right ear and say in a rough voice, “Let me pleasure you tonight, bella. I want to take my time with you when I finally bury my dick in you.”

  She whimpers when I say those words as if she can physically feel the words rubbing her clit.

  “And when I do fuck you, I’m going to make you feel so good. You’ll want me to pound you like a dirty little slut. Soon you’ll be taking my dick so well you’ll beg me to fuck your tight ass, but tonight, Sia, I’m going to bury my face between your sexy thighs and make you cream all over my tongue. I’m going to continue licking, biting, and sucking until your quivering pussy cums again and you can’t move. Do you want that, Sia? Do you want to cum on my face?”

  The entire time I tell her this I’m unbuttoning her pants. I slide my fingertips under the band of her panties but stop and wait for her to give me permission.

  “I need your words, tesoro. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

  “Yes, daddy. Please, Gavriel. Make me cum, please.”

  Daddy? My girl has a submissive spirit in the bedroom. I never would have guessed it, but am I complaining? Fuck no.

  I internally cringe at my use of the word daddy but fuck, I've never been so hot and bothered in my life and I'll admit that I have a taste for BDSM when watching porn. It's not for everyone, but it's my kink. The dirty words Gavriel tells me should have me cringing or slapping the shit out of him but instead, they turn me on. My body is so wound up I feel like I might combust at any moment. The way he stares at my body and watches me has me feeling like a goddess. He desires me in a way no one ever has before. He looks at me like I’m a glass of cold water and he’s been dying of thirst. Now, his fingers are sliding down my panties to see how ready I am for him to drink his fill.

  “Oh fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet for me. You’re ready to be tasted.”

  He slides his fingers through my folds with ease. I’ve always hated body hair, so I’m waxed and right now, I’m incredibly grateful for that quirk of mine as his fingers continue downward toward my ass. I’ve never thought of anal sex, but when Gavriel slides his thick fingers along my tight ring I think I might like it.

  Very much.

  “Please, please,” I chant because I can’t think of anything other than this man. This beautiful, dangerous man who wants me and only me. Who hasn’t forced or pressured me to do anything I didn’t want. This man that I know I’m falling for.

  “Please what, baby?” he asks while rubbing circles at my pussy’s entrance without penetrating me. He hasn’t touched my clit and I know the moment he does I’ll explode. Hell, if he even looks at it, I’ll probably cum.

  That’s how wound up he has me.

  “Make me cum, please, Gavriel. I want to cum.” I try to lift my pelvis up, but he moves with me so I don’t get the friction I desperately need. Instead he removes his hand and as I’m about to complain, maybe even threaten, he quickly grabs and pulls my jeans and panties off in one go.

  Pushing up to my elbows, I watch him stroke himself through his slacks and damn, the sight is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. His black hair is mused and out of place from when I ran my fingers through it. His lips are swollen and his eyes are hooded, but when he licks his fingers, the fingers that were just touching my pussy, that’s a sight I’ll never forget. I want things I’ve never wanted before. I want him to do all kinds of dirty things to me, so I open my mouth and tell him.

  “I want to learn what you like, Gavriel. I want to make you cum too. I want to taste you and touch you. Will you teach me?” I know my question sounds almost cringy with the lame innocence and all but what the hell else am I to say without sounding like a low rate porn star? Gavriel doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he groans a bit and lets his head fall back. I take the moment to admire his unbelievable body.

  The man works out. He’s not over-the-top muscular, but he’s built like a man who knows how to fight. He’s also rocking an eight-pack that leads to the V at his pant line. The spot I licked earlier.

  I couldn’t help it. You take a look at him and tell—never mind, I'd cut your eyes out.

  Lickable is what he is.

  His pecs and arms are perfect. I can tell his upper-body strength is on point. In the center of his chest is a large
black and white skull with a bullet hole between the eyes. Above the skull says Per Vivere To Live and below it says Uno È Morto One Must Die. I want to ask what it means, but he doesn’t give me a chance because he grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I'm vibrating with nervousness but also excitement. I've never come close to doing anything like this and he has. Probably more times than I care to count and it makes me feel inadequate. What if I'm a bore and my ignorance makes him tire of me?

  Fuck that, if that's the case then he's not the one.

  All my fears and thoughts disappear when he gets down on his knees and begins making demands while biting and kissing his way up my legs.

  “Squeeze your tits, bella.” Kiss on my calf.

  “That’s right. Pinch your nipples.” Bite to my knee.

  “Let me watch while you touch yourself." Kiss to my thigh.

  “Look at me, Sia.”

  I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes. I look at him and when my eyes land on his I see his smirk for just a second before his tongue comes out and licks my slit.

  “Oh fuck!” I yell out and buck toward him. He puts his forearm across my hips to keep me from moving while his mouth does sinful things to me. I can’t keep my voice down as I moan unintelligible words. I do, however, keep my eyes on his as his long tongue enters my opening. I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. He pushes me to the cliff with his tongue, where the maelstrom waits to bombard me with waves of pure ecstasy. His moan vibrates through me and I fall.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I scream when he sucks my clit into his greedy mouth and I cum so fucking hard. My eyes roll back as my body convulses while the pleasure rocks through me. My pussy continues spasming when Gavriel comes up to kiss me. I grab his hair and pull him close to me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I want to feel his weight on my body, feel his strength surround me.