by Ashley Jade
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Blame It on the Shame
Chapter 1 (Ricardo)
Chapter 2 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 3 (Ricardo)
Chapter 4 (Ricardo)
Chapter 5 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 6 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 7 (Ricardo)
Chapter 8 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 9 (Ricardo)
Chapter 10 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 11 (Ricardo)
Chapter 12 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 13 (Ricardo)
Chapter 14 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 15 (Ricardo)
Chapter 16 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 17 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 18 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 19 (Ricardo)
Chapter 20 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 21 ( Ricardo)
Chapter 22 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 23 (Lou-Lou)
Three months later...
Chapter 24 (Ricardo)
Chapter 25 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 26 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 27 (Ricardo)
Chapter 28 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 29 (Ricardo)
Chapter 30 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 31 (Ricardo)
Chapter 32 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 33 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 34 (Ricardo)
Chapter 35 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 36 (Ricardo)
Chapter 37 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 38 (Ricardo)
Chapter 39 (Ricardo)
Chapter 40 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 41 (Ricardo)
Chapter 42 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 43 (Ricardo)
Chapter 44 (Ricardo)
Chapter 45 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 46 (Ricardo)
Chapter 47 (Lou-Lou)
Chapter 48 (Ricardo)
Epilogue
Epilogue (Alyssa)
About the Author
The National Domestic Violence Hotline
Acknowledgements
BLAME IT ON THE SHAME
Ashley Jade
Blame it on the Shame
Ashley Jade
COPYRIGHT
First published in USA, November 2016
Copyright © Ashley Jade
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**Trigger Warning**
This series is not suitable for readers under 18. Any readers with sensitivity to dark reads should proceed with caution and at their own risk.
You've been warned.
Blame It on the Shame
“Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation."
―Stephen King
Chapter 1 (Ricardo)
"Lucianna's doing fine," I say into the phone.
Especially at the moment.
Her legs are in the air and I'm making a meal out of her.
I didn't intend to pick up the phone when DeLuca called...seeing as I couldn't speak due to my mouth being pleasantly occupied—but for a brief moment, I saw fear flash across her beautiful face.
I decided to distract her and make all her worries go away.
And with the way she's licking her lips and swerving those hips—I'd say my plan is working out quite well.
DeLuca's still in Italy—doing god knows what and he won't be back for a few months...in part due to more than half his mansion needing to be rebuilt.
He still calls a few times during the week but other than that, everything's been great for the past month. I'm hoping DeLuca meets some woman in Italy and forgets all about Lou-Lou...but something tells me that's not going to happen.
You don't forget about a girl like her...that's for damn sure.
We still haven't talked about what we're going to do when he comes back...it's something we're not really looking forward to...for obvious reasons.
I know I'm going to have to figure out something...soon.
But for now? I slide my tongue over her slickness and watch as her mouth opens to form an 'o'.
She's about to moan and scream but I put a finger to her lips, reminding her to be quiet.
She gives me a look that can cut glass. I retaliate by taking my tongue out of her pussy and trailing long, drawn out, kisses along her inner thighs; purposely stopping when I reach the spot where she really wants me.
She huffs and pouts but I give her a cocky smile and continue my journey. The second best thing to tasting her...is teasing her.
She goes absolutely wild when I do and I love every second of it.
"Any problems at the club?" DeLuca barks on the other line.
"Nope," I say while planting kisses over her hipbones. "Everything is good."
I dip my head so I'm directly over her pussy again. I look up at her and grin. "Fucking perfect, actually."
She blushes and I focus my attention on her sexy little landing strip. Her hand's clench and she blows out a ragged breath when I glide my tongue across it. Then she mouths the word—’Please’ while biting on that plump lower lip of hers.
Her doe eyes are shining bright and full of lust and it does me in.
I eagerly spread her pussy and lick and kiss her clit until her back bows and she’s gripping my hair for dear life right before coming all over my face.
Then I watch in amusement as she hops up, pulls the sheet around her, and reaches into the nightstand drawer for a condom. ‘'Fuck me now' she mouths while tossing it to me.
I point to the phone and she narrows her eyes and points to me before mouthing, 'I need you inside of me.'
My dick twitches and she takes the opportunity to lower the sheet and bare her breasts to me.
Yeah, no argument here.
She knows exactly what those perky tits of hers do to me. Combined with her dripping wet sex and the scorching hot look she's giving me right now...I'm a goner all over again.
I'll gladly do anything she wants—including making her mine while DeLuca's on the phone.
In fact, I’m looking forward to it and something tells me she is too.
I rest the phone between my cheek and shoulder while I put the condom on. She makes her way over to me and I don't hesitate to suck on one of her nipples before moving to the other one and doing the same.
A tiny whimper escapes from her lips and she immediately slams her hand over her mouth.
"What was that?" DeLuca barks.
"Television, sorry," I say while shooting her a warning glance.
She worries her bottom lip between her teeth and looks down.
I give her a kiss and playfully swat her behind. ‘'Turn around,' I mouth to her. When she does, I put the phone on mute. Before she can blink, one of my hands trav
el to her sex and the other covers her mouth. "You gonna be quiet so I can make you come all over my big cock?"
She eagerly nods and I bend her over the bed so her pert little ass is in the air. Between that glorious site and the way her long, dark hair is falling around her like a curtain of seduction; I have to suck in a breath.
Goddamn. This is the stuff dreams are made of.
She arches her back, pushing her ass higher in the air for me. The sight makes my dick even harder and I bite my knuckle while muttering a curse.
This girl is going to be the death of me...I fucking know it.
I wrap her hair around my hand and enter her in a single thrust. I'm glad I put the phone on mute because I'm the one who lets out a groan this time.
She looks over her shoulder at me and gives me a wink. Then she pulls one of my fingers into her mouth and starts sucking on it.
Yeah, my girl can give it just as good as she gets it. It’s clear who’s teasing who now.
I pump into her harder and she wiggles her round ass against me.
The friction between us is un-fucking-believable. "Hello? Are you there?" DeLuca yells.
I look down and focus on my cock sliding into her warm heat and smile. I quickly take the phone off mute and clear my throat. "Yeah."
I rock into her hard, my balls slapping her clit. I pull my hand tighter around her mouth, covering her scream.
DeLuca mutters some shit about the club that I'm sure he's told me a thousand times already.
Lou-Lou starts shaking and bucking, her pussy is milking me so good as she climaxes—I'm losing my fucking mind.
DeLuca's still spewing some more shit in the background but I ignore him because when I pull out slightly...I see Lou-Lou's come all over my cock.
Fucking hell.
"I'll take care of it. Gotta go," I say before hanging up on him.
My balls draw up and I thrust into her one last time before I'm falling on top of her in a sweaty heap. "Jesus Christ, Lou-Lou."
She giggles and flips over to face me. "Tell me about it. I think I'm still coming."
I grunt and bury my face in her neck, soaking up that cherry vanilla scent I love so much.
"I wish tonight wasn't fight night," she says. "I just want to stay in bed with you all night."
"I know, baby. But the sooner it's over; the sooner we can come back to bed."
She gives me a kiss and I sink into her soft lips.
If I could pick only one thing to do for the rest of my life—it would be this right here. Kissing her.
I almost didn't believe her when she told me that our first kiss was her first kiss...but when her cheeks started to flush and she got all embarrassed, I knew she was telling the truth.
So, I told her my truth...she might not have been my first kiss...but she was certainly my best kiss.
"I love you," she whispers between kisses. "So much."
I brush her cheeks with my thumb and kiss along her earlobe. "And I love you."
She gives me a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
My chest tightens because I hate the thought of her being upset. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." When I give her a look she says, "I just wish we could tell everyone about us."
"What do you mean? Jackson and Tyrone do know about us."
She pulls the sheet up, covering herself. "Yeah, I don't mean them."
Guilt hits me because I know she deserves more than this.
Even though things really are going great—Jackson and Tyrone still think we're not serious and we're both seeing other people.
I told Lou-Lou I would tell them the truth but she said not to because if they ever accidentally slipped up about just how serious we are and Luke or someone else overheard—and it got back to DeLuca...we’d be fucked.
That’s when I told her that I spoke to DeLuca and told him that I told everyone at the club we were dating in order to keep her safe.
She said that was a bad move and it would be best to have DeLuca continue thinking we didn't get along. This way, he wouldn't suspect anything.
Then she reminded me what would happen if he did ever suspect anything between us. He would most likely retaliate by hurting or killing Tyrone and Jackson.
I had no choice but to agree with her...because she's right.
And I fucking hate it.
She twists her hair into some kind of knot on top of her head and stands up. "I'm gonna go shower and get ready for the fight tonight."
I reach for her hand and pull her back to me because another thought hits me. "Is someone giving you trouble at the club?"
I don't miss the hesitation in her eyes before she waves a hand and says, "What? No. Everything is fine."
Bullshit...and I know exactly who the fucker is causing problems.
It’s that douchebag...Luke. I constantly catch him eyeing her body and adjusting himself while licking his lips.
I told him to cut it the fuck out and I thought he listened, but evidently not.
Unfortunately, seeing as he's one of DeLuca's men...he's under the impression that Lou-Lou and I aren't actually seeing one another and it's all a ruse.
Of course, I can't tell the fucker otherwise because he'll be all too happy to squeal to DeLuca.
However, I can remind the motherfucker about his place in my club and issue another warning when it comes to Lou-Lou...this time with my fists. "I'll take care of Luke."
Her eyes open wide. "Yeah, great idea. I'm sure DeLuca won't find that suspicious. Look, babe—he's already aware of the way Luke looks at me. It's been that way ever since I was a kid." She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "DeLuca's not worried about it because Luke knows DeLuca will kill him if he crosses the line."
Anger flares deep in my gut because I want it to be me who's protecting her...not him.
She crinkles her nose "Although he does always manage to be extra creepy in the dressing rooms where conveniently there are no camera's."
She walks toward the bathroom. "But it's nothing I can't handle." She stops and gives me a smile. "I have a mean right hook...remember?"
When I don't return her smile she rolls her eyes and walks into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on a moment later.
I stand up and fight the urge to put my fist through the wall.
Fuck that...my fist will be handling Luke's face after the fights over tonight.
I stuff down the other impulse that rears its head.
Being that Lou-Lou now occupies my nights and I have no desire to ever leave her...it's been a month since I've been to the warehouse with Emilio.
He hasn't asked me about it but if I had to take a guess, I think he's relieved.
The guilt is killing me...but when I look at Lou-Lou all that shit falls by the wayside because she makes me happy.
And it's not just the incredible sex—it's the conversations, the way my heart races whenever she’s in the same room as me, the little 'truths' we tell one another before we fall asleep every night.
The fact that I can even manage to fall asleep in the first place.
She's everything I never knew I needed.
When she walks out of the bathroom I pull her into another kiss and reach for my gym bag.
"I'm going to the gym with Jackson. It's a big fight tonight and I want to make sure he's prepared."
She tilts her head and looks at me. "You're nervous."
I don't know how she can always manage to read me like a book when no one else can...but she does.
I decide to come clean. "He's fighting a boxer tonight. The guy's got about 15 lbs on him...which doesn't sound like a lot, but given Jackson's an MMA fighter and not a boxer—I need him to stay focused."
I rub the back of my neck. "I have faith in his capabilities...I just—"
"You can't help but worry because you care about them," she finishes for me.
"Yeah. Jesus, I sound like a wimp."
She laughs and folds her arms around my neck. "Not even a li
ttle bit. I think it's sexy. I think it takes a real man to care more about others than he does himself. Tyrone and Jackson are lucky to have you." She looks down. "Because let's face it, they wouldn't be alive without you. DeLuca would have killed them off just like all the fighters before them."
A combination of rage and sorrow fills my blood and she curses under her breath. "I'm sorry, Ricky. I keep forgetting—"
I remove her hands and back away. "It's fine. I'll see you later."
With that, I walk out the door.
It might be easy for Lou-Lou to forget that I was a fighter in DeLuca's club...but I never will.
Just like I'll never forget watching all the other fighters around me die.
Emilio was dead wrong when he said the rapist in the warehouse was my first kill...because I was forced to kill my competitor every single night I was in that cage.
And just like the little girl with the hazel eyes, watching my father kill Graham, and recalling how much my mother hated me...I'll never forget what that felt like, either.
Because in that cage...I was powerful.
I stood up to DeLuca and proved him wrong with every punch I landed and every bone I broke.
I wasn't a fucking coward.
Chapter 2 (Lou-Lou)
I'm fixing my makeup in the mirror when my eyes catch the reflection of some blonde entering the dressing room.
I don't miss the fact that said blonde happens to be holding a green ring girl outfit.
What the shit?
Luke told me DeLuca and Ricardo agreed not to hire any more ring girls.
Either Deluca changed his mind...which I can't see him doing because he wasn't happy about Scarlet being hired, or Ricardo hired her...and didn't fucking tell me.
Why would he do that?
I close my eyes and rub my temples. No, Ricardo wouldn't hire another ring girl without telling me.
It's another one of DeLuca's traps...that's gotta be it.
Or there's always the other possibility.
The possibility that she's nothing but a whore looking to screw her way to the top and strike it rich.
Just like Scarlet.
