Demon comes over and sits beside me, taking my hand in his. “I know. Vi, I don’t know what Angel said, but I can guess. I’m sure you don’t want to credit it, but I’m afraid what he told you was true.” He takes a deep breath. “Vittore Parma was the don for a rival Mafia faction. There was a power struggle, and Parma was involved in trying to take Lucio out. Instead, Lucio’s son was tortured and killed. Angel witnessed it, well, he saw how his brother was returned. He vowed revenge.”
“No, my father wouldn’t…”
“The Silvestri came out on top. Vi, Don Vittore Parma disappeared and wasn’t heard of again.” He passes his hand over his face as though he’s exhausted, and he must be, too.
But I need answers, so I press, “It’s impossible…”
“Parma was a don, Vi. Just like Lucio. But once he stepped down, he lived a normal life, lived his cover and blended in. Your mother, she was also Italian.”
“Mom is American as they come,” I scoff.
“Blood, Vi, blood. Doesn’t matter what language you speak. They were second-generation immigrants, brought up not to stand out. Your father made good use of that, changed his name, and built a life. Yes, he was an accountant. Maybe his eye for detail helped in both roles. But those trips he was taking? Those were so he could undertake his other duties. Until the wrong man was killed.”
“How did Angel find out?”
“Lucio accepted his son had been caught in the war. He was upset, yes, but sensible enough to know it could easily have been someone on the other side who was killed. Were things different, it might have been Parma’s son, your brother, who had been murdered instead. Part of why Parma kept his identity secret was to protect his kids. Angel, however, isn’t his father. He wouldn’t let it drop. As he rose in the organisation, he suddenly had the tools that he could use to satisfy his desire for revenge.” He pauses again, shaking his head. “Technology’s evolving all the time. It’s becoming easier to find things out, delve into old records. Somehow, somewhere, he found the links between the names Parma and Palmer.”
“If this is true,” I ask, my brow creasing, “why didn’t my father change his identity better? Go for a completely different name?”
Again, his head makes a negative gesture. “I don’t know, Vi. The only thing that makes sense is that it was easier not to slip up. Someone asks his name? Parma and Palmer are similar. Same with Victor and Vittore, he’d always answered to Vic. His initials were the same. His ability to pass for an American… Hell, Vi, I look more Italian than your dad.”
“You don’t have Italian roots?” I ask suddenly, the question surprising me. Would it bother me if he had?
“No fuckin’ idea,” he replies. “But none that I know of. Who the fuck knows what mix we have in our DNA.”
I need to process that what I thought were Angel’s lies might be true. The man I’d looked up to, loved with every fibre of my being, had been a Mafia don? Responsible for killing people? Maybe involved in crime like the Silvestri? It’s too much to take in.
“Vi.” Once more, Demon gently raises my chin. “Your father protected you by making sure none of his dirt fell back on your family. He did what he did to keep you safe.”
“It didn’t work, did it? And Theo is the result.” I bite my lip as I think what else Angelino had told me. “Angelino admitted Theo might not even be his son.” My head falls into my hands as I process the implications of everything I’d heard while I was held captive. “I was unconscious, D. Raped. By two different men. I don’t even know who’s the father.”
“The other man is dead. Angel went ballistic when he found out.”
“And that’s why he didn’t want to pursue the DNA test.”
“Do you want to know, Vi? Don’t have to tell anyone else the answer, but do you want to know who fathered Theo?”
Do I? Would it bring me any peace? “He has a rapist and a murderer for his father either way. Knowing wouldn’t help.” My own father was a murderer, possibly just as bad as the Angel of Death. I suddenly sob at the thought of Theo’s heritage, and what it might mean to him, what traits he might inherit.
I hadn’t realised I’d voiced my fears aloud.
“Hey, Vi.” Demon’s hand curls around my neck, holding me firmly, dominantly. “Need to tell you something. Listen up, yeah? Hellfire isn’t my father. He’s my brother by blood. My true father was a rapist, and as black-hearted a man as ever lived. How do you think I’ve turned out?”
My eyes widen in shock. He’s completely stunned me. He’s a product of rape? His dad isn’t his true father? Then as I realise I have to reassure him he’s one of the most honourable men I’ve ever met, he places his fingers to my lips to stop me.
“And you. And Nathan. How did you turn out? You’re the gentlest person I know. What’s in our genes doesn’t matter. Theo? Don’t matter who his father was, he’ll be what we make him. And we’ll do right by him, Vi. I promise you that.”
I stare at him for a moment, trying to process the stunning revelation he’s just told me. Then I’m back to worrying my lip. “Do you, do you think Nathan, is that why…”
Demon rears back. “You saying Nathan was a killer? That’s why he joined up? As an outlet for any murderous tendencies? You’re wrong as fuck if you think that. Nathan was the absolute best. He was protective, that’s why he gave his life for his country. Adventurous, too, but a cold-hearted killer? Definitely not. Get that out of your head right now, darlin’.”
“I wanted to kill too, D,” I admit.
“I’m sure you did, and who could blame you? Angel was dead when he laid his hands on you.”
“Not just Angel.” When his eyes come to me, I carry on, “He wasn’t going to risk another of his men getting to me this time. Vitalia, his wife, was heavily involved. She’s a bitch.”
I’ve shocked him. “His fuckin’ wife?”
“She was my jailer.”
“You want me to take her out?” Demon asks through gritted teeth as he processes this new information.
I don’t know what to say. She’s as evil as her husband. But here, in the cold light of day, I can’t give him the words. After a moment he stops waiting for an answer. Then, slowly, nods. “Let’s see how it plays out. Lucio might be cleaning his own house. I’ll warn him about the snake he has in it.”
There’s a gentle knock at the door. It opens to reveal Mo. “Theo’s out like a light. Thought you might want to put him down for the night.”
There’s nothing more that I want than to have my son and my man with me. “Can you stay, D?”
He might have responsibilities back at the club, but it’s clear he’s choosing me over anything else when he replies, “Not leaving you again, Vi. Not for a moment.”
Mo smiles, as Demon stands and takes our son from her. She closes the door as she goes out. Propping myself up on one elbow, I watch as the man I love carefully places Theo in his crib. As I gaze down on my son, I think on the words Demon spoke a little earlier. It really doesn’t matter what his parentage is, it’s all down to how we raise him. Demon might look up to Nathan, but he shouldn’t compare and find himself lacking. Before I’d met him again, if I’d been asked who my ideal man was, it would have been someone like him. Strong, protective, a man who’d never willingly let me down. And, if he did through no fault of his own, like he’d done today, he’d move Heaven and Earth to save me.
Demon’s standing, he seems transfixed at the sight of Theo asleep in his crib, his eyes soft, loving. He knows what it’s like to be the result of a rape. He’s not let it affect him, other than to admire the man who raised him. As Theo’s dad, I know he’ll be the same. I never need to have any doubts about him. If we ever have a family of our own, he won’t treat his true child any differently.
I know he’s wearing kid gloves around me; Angel had come so close to raping me today. But I need him. I need our wedding night that we never had, though we’d anticipated it the previous day. Seeing Demon standing there, such a magnific
ent specimen of a man, knowing he’s mine, knowing how much I love him, I can’t deny the effect he’s having on me.
He catches me staring and tilts his head.
I lick my lips, then, feeling bold, rise up onto my knees. He’s standing so close, he’s within easy reach. My hands move toward his belt.
He has several different reactions. The bulge compressed by the denim starts to visibly grow, his hands catch mine. His dark eyes flare, showing his arousal, but he stays my movement. “Vi, I don’t want…”
“You don’t want me to touch you?”
“I fuckin’ want that more than my next breath.” His voice catches as I lick my lips again, and for a moment his eyes stare at my tongue. Angel might have overpowered me earlier, but now I feel the one in control. Demon shakes his head as though he can’t focus on the words he’s uttering. “I don’t want to push you, Vi. Don’t want… Oh, fuck.”
His loss of concentration was caused when he loosened the grip of his hands and I’d pulled mine away and placed them on his belt. Now I’m undoing the buckle and freeing the leather. His indrawn breath shows his capitulation as I slide the button through the hole, then unbutton the next, and then the next. He sighs as I free him.
I didn’t take the chance to examine him before. He’s long, thick. Uncircumcised. His cock leans slightly to the left, but otherwise is totally straight. It’s only my eyes on it, but it’s growing as I stare, reaching up to his stomach. Idly I wonder whether he’s gone commando as he was in a hurry to dress, or whether he always forgoes underwear. The button fly is obviously safer, no zip to catch his skin.
“Are you just going to look at it?” he growls, his control lost. “You can touch, you know.”
Needing no further encouragement, I reach out my right hand, grasping it, relishing the feeling of touching hard steel encased in velvet. As I begin to move my hand up and down, a drop of pearly fluid appears at the head.
Shuffling closer, I insert my free hand into his loosened pants. As I have difficulty grasping his heavy sac, he snarls and assists by pushing his jeans off his hips. Unable to help myself, I lean forward, licking that drop of pre-cum that’s temptingly now within reach. I elicit another sharp intake of breath from him.
“Vi, fuck.”
My mouth opens, and I draw him inside. His hand goes to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, holding me to him. I trust him, keeping my hand on the length of his shaft that’s too much for me to take in, I lick around his frenulum, feeling his cock harden even more.
Then he starts bucking against me, as if out of control, but he’s not forcing me to take too much.
I swallow, suck, lick. Each of my actions seem to drive him crazy when suddenly he hisses and draws away. “Fuck, Vi. I need to be inside you. Clothes, off. Now.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Demon
Jesus but her mouth is wicked. I was about ready to blow after just a few seconds. Having my woman back in my life, knowing she’s here for good. Knowing Angel won’t be able to take her again, I need to reclaim her as mine.
The memory of how I’d found her is locked in my head. He was so close, another second, he’d have invaded her. So fucking close to raping her today.
I hadn’t returned to the bedroom to fuck her, that wasn’t even on my mind. I was going to give her time to recover. To have therapy, fuck. This is the start of our life together, and if Angel had caused a hitch, well, I’d have waited until the time was right. But now she’s made the first move, has taken my cock into her sweet, sweet mouth, and all bets are off.
I need to be quiet so we don’t wake Theo, but damn, I’m going to love my woman hard. I don’t give a damn that we’re in my parents’ house. I’m going to love her so damn hard she forgets another man’s hands ever touched her; fuck it, make her forget her damn name.
She brought me to the edge so quickly, somehow her guileless exploration was more exciting than any practised hand and mouth I might have had on me before.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I remove my tee as she strips off her top, then her bra, without embarrassment. Then, fuck me, she’s wriggling out of her shorts and, with a wink, is pulling down her underwear. My mouth waters at the delicious sight in front of me, my eyes staring at her hand as she unwittingly flashes that wedding ring at me. It’s the first I’ve had time to admire it. Pyro did a good job choosing it. And it marks her as mine.
Undoing my boots, I kick them off then shrug off my jeans. Starting at the end of the bed, I crawl toward her. Her body flushes at my approach, she’s unable to hide how much I affect her. Firmly I take hold of her legs, and pull them apart, then up over my shoulders, opening her to me.
“Oh.”
Yes. Oh. I lower my head, loving the way her back arches and she almost comes off the bed when I zoom in on my target and suck her clit into my mouth, tonguing it, nibbling it, then attacking her slit with my hand, fingers invading her, finding that spot.
“Jeez, D. I’m gonna…”
She must have already been aroused if I can bring her to this point so fast. My free hand reaches upwards, finding a nipple and pinching it. It’s enough. Her thighs tighten around my ears, muffling the sounds, then she stills. Looking at her face, it’s all scrunched up, and her fist is in her mouth to stop her screaming.
Suddenly her other hand comes down, pushing at my head. “Too much, it’s too much.”
I back off, gently kissing her mound, giving her a moment, before attempting an advance on her clit again.
“I can’t, oh…” Quickly she discovers that she can. Fuck, I could play here all day, delighted to find she’s multi-orgasmic.
“Demon, stop. I want you.”
I’ve certainly got her ready enough. My face and hand are dripping. Reaching for my discarded tee, I wipe first my fingers, and then my mouth.
“Turn over, Vi. I want you on your knees.”
I draw in a breath as she does, and that beautiful tat appears. ‘Property of Demon’. My cock’s jerking, but I take a moment to trace every letter. “You’re fuckin’ mine, Vi.”
“Angel went crazy when he saw it.”
I just bet he did. Then it occurs to me. “Did he hurt you, Vi?”
Her silence tells me he did.
“He said he’d burn or cut it off.”
“Did. He. Hurt. You?”
“He slapped me, yes.” My cock starts deflating. “But erasing the tattoo? That scared me most of all, D. Even more than him raping me. That if you hadn’t have found me, if he’d followed through with his plans, that I’d lose that connection to you.”
I stare at her skin, noticing bruising that hadn’t been there before. “You fought him?”
“Of course.”
Yeah. Of course. “Vi…”
“Demon, can we talk later?” She wiggles her ass. “He’s not here, you are. And, so am I. Yours, Demon. Always yours. Whatever he’d have done wouldn’t have changed that.”
My fingers again trace my name inked on her back. “I hate to think what I wanted got you hurt, Vi.”
We might be having a conversation, but the words on her back do something to my head. Or rather, to my cock. She’s mine and everyone knows it. Although it got her hurt, I’m glad Angel saw it. Saw that she could never be his.
“Fuck, Vi. I’m going in bare.” I start rubbing my cock against the crack of her ass, then rubbing it in her own lubrication dripping from her sweet-smelling cunt.
“Demon…” she says in warning.
“I’m clean, and I’ll pull out.” The thought of rubbing my cum into her skin suddenly overwhelming. “Trust me.”
“Fuck me!”
Jeez, I can’t hold back. I try to be gentle, but I want to wipe the memory of his touch away. Careful to hold her away from any darkened patch on her fair skin, I push in, unable to stop until I reach her cervix.
She gasps. I pull out, her ass following me as though she doesn’t want to lose the link between our bodies. “Demon, please. I need to feel you
.”
“You’ll feel me alright,” I lean over her and growl. “All day tomorrow, then we’ll do this all over again. You’ll feel me.” My teeth find her neck, I bite gently as my cock slides back in, then suck, knowing I’m leaving yet another mark on her. By the time I’m finished no man will be in any doubt. She’s mine. Legally and in the eyes of my brothers. In every fucking way.
Raising my upper body, I pull her back against my hips, knowing there’s no way I can go deeper. She gives as much as she gets as she meets me, thrust for thrust, moving as much as she’s able in the tight position I’m holding her in. I hold her around her stomach, my other hand on her breast. She starts shaking, quivering, holding her breath, then I feel her come, her muscles spasming around my cock. I can’t hold off any longer, my balls are tightening and drawing up, I push her head to the bed and pull out.
Ribbons of cum cover her back, luckily avoiding, as I meant to, her still-healing tat.
I wait until I’ve squeezed out every drop, then my hands rub my cum into her skin. “Once this is healed, Vi…”
“I get the picture,” she breathes out. “I’m yours, D. There was never anyone else.”
And now, there never will be.
“Never anyone for me either, Vi. Though I had my head up my ass. I was waiting for someone, just didn’t have the sense to know who it was.”
My tee comes into service yet again as I wipe my cum off her back. When she’s clean, she turns over. “Love you so much, Demon.”
“Love you right back.”
Our mouths meet. Our kiss is gentle, sweet. When I pull back, I notice she’s closing her eyes. “Come, we need a shower…”
“No, I need to sleep.”
“You’re all sticky, Vi.” I grin, knowing I’m responsible for that.
“And now I’ll smell you all night. Want this, D.”
When she says it like that, who am I to complain? I don’t mind spending the next few hours with the odour of her on my skin. She doesn’t need to say more to convince me. I lie down by her side, my body spooning hers.
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