Heartless Mercy (The Sinful Alliance #1)

Está Dañada by Ivan Cornejo

I’ve been looking forward to this party at the Purple Haze for six weeks. Maeve, the leader of our Irish alliance, told us that every sex club she owned was going to have a Dia de los Muertos Masquerade Party this year since it was such a hit last year. Another reason why I’m fucking jumping up and down is because my girlfriend, Isabella, and I plan to get into all kinds of trouble tonight.

We’re running late, and I hate that shit, but today’s torture and disposal session with Alejandro took longer than expected. One of our drug smugglers decided to play hide-and-seek; the fucker hid in the endless underground tunnels at the ranch, but what he didn’t know was the state-of-the-art cameras and motion sensor technology captured his image. He was fast—I’ll give him that. Alejandro, Dario’s bodyguard, and I chopped his head off, sliced off his dick, and dissolved the rest of his body in sulfuric acid. We then threw his head and dick along the tunnels as a reminder to the rest of our alliance not to cross us—or they’ll be next. We give them all they could ever want and treat them like a family, but sometimes they get too comfortable and think they can skim off the top and we won’t notice.

“ Diavola, where’s your head at? We’re supposed to have fun tonight; loosen up!” Isabella exclaims, her hand grasping mine as she moves through the crowd to the private rooms.

“I’m here, princesa, I promise.” Her eyes lock with mine and she tilts her head to the side, studying the emotions on my face.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want to have a good time. We’ll talk at home. Let’s get into some trouble, babe.” I smirk and grab her face, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

We continue going to the private rooms when I get a critical alert on my phone. A critical alert means only a select few important people can text me. Maeve and our hacker, October, made it so that only the four founding members, immediate family, their second-in-command, and bodyguards are allowed phones. Those with phones can send critical alerts from inside or outside the building. I laugh, seeing Alejandro’s name and picture flash on my screen.

Well, it looks like Isabella and I just found our trouble for the night. My smile spreads wide as I think of all the ways I want to fuck with Dario and Niccolo.

“What happened? Who is it?” Isabella asks worryingly.

“You’ll see. Let’s go, princesa. ”

We walk around the corner and down the hall to the right, where I see Alejandro standing guard outside the door, trying not to let an older man in. I quicken my pace and take out my gun attached to the side of my thigh-high boots, aiming it at the man. I know him—a fucking piece of shit city councilman. Scum thinks he runs El Paso.

“Did you not hear my brother here? That you are not to enter the room? Do you need me to shoot your dick or blow your brains out for you to comprehend what he’s saying?” From the corner of my eyes, I see Isabella’s smile behind her mask getting all giddy at the thought of either of those options happening— my little darkness.

“But this is an exhibition room. I am a silver member and I’m allowed to enter here,” he says shakily, clearing his throat from any hint of fear.

“Well, since I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, I guess I’ll just have to move this along and shoot you in the dick.” I aim my gun at his dick and shoot.

“Ahhhhh, what the fuckkkk! Youu…youu fuckin—”

“Ehh, ehh, ehh, you better watch what you say next, or the next bullet goes in between your eyes, old man.” I see Alejandro calling our resident on-call doctor to come and take care of our little situation. I turn to see Isabella laughing at the old fuck on the floor, bleeding. I squeeze her hand so she can follow me to the door Alejandro is guarding.

“Anyone else in there?” I ask Alejandro. He nods as I walk in and yell, “When I count to three, everybody better be out of this room or you’ll all end up like bursting meat out there.” Before I open my mouth to count to one, everyone is out of their seats and running out the exit door across from me.

I turn back to Alejandro. “Keep it clear for an hour. I’m gonna let the boys finish and then we’ll let them in on the little secret.” He nods, laughing like I’m crazy. And his ass knows I am.

Isabella and I walk in, closing the door behind us, and immediately see Dario and Niccolo fucking hard. I take a front-row seat, spread my legs, and pat my lap, beckoning Isabella to sit. She sits her pretty little ass down and looks at me.

“What are we doing? This is a moment that’s obviously meant to be private. What’s going through your head, baby?”

“How about we play a little, just you and me? I saw how happy you got when I mentioned shooting that man, so maybe I should get you even more excited as I use it to make you come.” She smiles wide and quickly nods her head up and down, confirming what I already knew about what kind of trouble this little minx would be down for.

I flip back the safety on my gun as Isabella shifts on my lap, spreading her legs over mine. The slit to her beautiful, black dress gave the perfect access to her gorgeous pussy. Fuck, she’s not wearing any panties. The little strip of hair, a landing strip leading down to her clit, is plainly visible for anyone to see if she wasn’t careful with that dress.

“No panties?”

“Oops, I must’ve forgotten.” She giggles with excitement and anticipation of what’s going to happen.

“Oh, you are looking for trouble, aren’t you, princesa ?”

“Always, Mammina ,” she teases, biting her lip, knowing exactly what she does to me when she calls me that.

“ Fuckkk , put your hands on the chair and don’t move. Enjoy the show while I play with your pretty pussy.” She moans, squirming with her legs stretched on mine as her hands immediately move to the armrests. She looks over to Niccolo and Dario, mesmerized by the way Dario relentlessly fucks Niccolo so passionately, so hot. With the beautiful woman in my arms being such a temptress and those two hot whores fucking making my pussy so wet, I know I’m going to come without anyone touching me. Isabella and I are both bisexual and so are Niccolo and Dario. We’ve been talking about finally exploring opening our relationship and all dating each other. We already know each other so well; we all grew up together, even with the distance, and we love each other. The attraction is scorching, but as far as the four of us together, we’ve never crossed that line into fucking territory. At least not yet. Tonight might be the night to revisit the conversation and take it to the next level.

I take my gun and slide the barrel up Isabella’s right thigh slowly. I see goosebumps form over her body, her breath quickening. I bring the barrel up, slightly touching her clit for a moment, then switch sides, repeating the process.

“You like watching them, baby? You like me touching you as you watch them?”

“Yes, I love it. Please make me come,” she breathlessly moans. I kiss her neck, placing more quick kisses down her shoulder while I move the gun to her clit. She squirms and moans in delight, her eyes hooded as she hears Dario say, “Look at you, begging for my cock. Who’s my little cock whore?” I shift us both in the seat at Dario’s dirty mouth. He’s always been so bossy, but hearing him like this is so fucking hot.

With my left hand, I slide the straps of Isabella’s dress down; the Sinful Alliance tattoo with cash, poker chips, and dice is splayed on her left shoulder, bringing notice to her heaving, huge, delectable tits. Her nipples pebble, showcasing her desire.

“Fuck, princesa , look at you being my little fuck doll,” I tease before biting her shoulder and making her yelp. My little darkness loves pain with her pleasure. I slide my gun slowly up and down her slit, gathering her juices. I lift it to my mouth and begin to lick the barrel.

“Mmmm, you taste so good. So fucking good. Wanna taste?” I question, guiding the barrel to her mouth.

Isabella opens up and sticks out her tongue, panting with the need to taste the way I make her feel. My girl loves to please me. I tap my gun on her tongue and she sucks the barrel clean.

“That’s it. Lick it clean. So fucking good, huh?”

“So good, Mammina. Please, make me come,” she pleads so beautifully, desire pooling in her beautiful, big brown eyes. I will give her anything she wants and she gladly takes everything I have to give. Which is why I am going to fuck her pretty little pussy as she watches our best friends fuck each other. I shift her position and bring her legs forward as they rest against her body. I take my gun and play with her throbbing clit, producing slow, torturous circles as she whimpers with pleasure. I love her little noises; they make me so fucking wet.

“You’re being such a good girl. Look at you slicking up my gun. Keep watching our boys, baby. I know how much you love to watch,” I praise as she does as she’s told. I continue moving my gun and gather her juices while slowly making my way to her entrance. I look at her beautiful face filled with lust, her eyes intently watching the show in front of us. Gently taking my time, I push my gun inside her waiting hole and she gasps from the intrusion. I look down as I push past the resistance of her tight pussy and lazily shift in and out of her as I watch the way she clenches around my gun. Fuck, she’s so fucking tight, but she takes it so well.

“That’s it, princesa. Take it like the good little slut you are.” She tries so desperately to tame her moans, but I slap her tits in response to her disobedience. She looks up and sees the look on my face as if she knows she did something wrong.

“I want to hear you scream. Don’t you dare hide how good I make you feel,” I command.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, it feels so good,” she exhales. Isabella clenches down hard around the gun. I pick up the speed and hear the sound of her wet pussy as she releases the sweetest of symphonies I’ve ever heard as she screams my name so loud.

“Yes, like that. Please, faster. I’m so close.” Isabella begins pushing herself down on the gun as it travels deeper into her pussy. Fuck, this sight will forever be etched in my memory and replayed on a loop in my mind. Her breathy pants become louder and I know she’s about to come.

“Fuckkkkkk! Yes, yes, yesssss!” She squirms on my lap, arching her back against my chest, succumbing to her climax. Diosito santo , she looks like a walking wet dream; panting, satiated, and with a crazed look in her eyes. Oh, it looks like my girl wants more. I know just what she needs. I carefully remove the barrel out of her stretched pussy and bring it to my mouth, licking it clean. She tastes like heaven mixed with a little bit of hell. Rejoicing and coming down from her euphoria, Isabella moves the gun away from my mouth and slams her lips against mine. Lost in our kiss, everything else fades into the background. Suddenly, we hear roaring grunts and growls. We part as we see the men across the glass moving like a beautiful work of art.

“Oh, I’m gonna come,” Niccolo whines. Dario pistons his hips forward one last time as they reach ecstasy. I look at Isabella, smiles on both of our faces. Reading each other’s minds, she rises from my lap and situates herself to look presentable. She gives me a chaste kiss before I grab my gun and tuck it in real nice in my leg holster.

“Let’s go join the party, princesa. ” Isabella chuckles and takes my hand as we make our way inside the exhibition room.

We burst through the doors, startling the guys as they reach for the sheets to cover up. Dario’s face pales at the comprehension of the situation.

“Well, well, well, look at you whores fucking like no one’s watching. You do know that this is an exhibition room, right?” I ask with a mischievous grin, looking like the fucking Joker. Relief washes over Dario’s face as he and Niccolo realize who we are, but it slowly morphs into mortification at picking the wrong room. I look at Isabella, her eyes pleading to relieve him of his mortification and tell him the truth. I roll my eyes, move closer to the purple satin sheets, and sit near their position.

“Don’t worry, D. Alejandro texted as soon as he noticed and I ran everyone out. Didn’t stop us from enjoying the show, though,” I tease, motioning between Isabella and me. I reach for her hand, bringing her closer, and gesture for her to sit on my lap.

“ Gracias a Dios, pero cómo chingaos paso eso, ” he barks. You know Dario is seething big time when he goes back to speaking in our native tongue.

“I guess you really wanted to fuck pretty boy here so much that you didn’t even pay attention to where you were. Can’t say that I blame you, either,” I say, smirking. Isabella playfully swats my arm, chastising me for being a tease.

“Alright, pipe down, little devil . You won’t be teasing when I fuck that attitude outta you,” Niccolo boldly exclaims. My eyes bug out as I look at him, and now it’s his turn to throw me off balance with a shit-eating grin. Jesus fuck, we like to throw little jabs at each other here and there, but the energy in this room is extra charged with the sexual desire we all crave. Too busy looking at Niccolo and his Sinful Alliance tattoo resting on his pec, I miss Dario kissing Isabella’s cheek and telling her she looks beautiful while she writhes on my lap at his praise.

“Cat got your tongue, Cat?” Niccolo provokes as I return my attention to him and his naked state. I smile when an idea sparks in my head.

“Watch it, pretty boy,” I say as I go to slap his naked ass. He whimpers at my touch, a spark of desire coming to life in his eyes.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. We are knocked out of our dazed looks when we hear a buzzing sound coming from one of the guys’ pants on the floor. Isabella immediately gets up to retrieve it, holding up the phone and shaking it in the air to determine who it belongs to. Dario gets up and walks over to her with his tatted body, glorious under the cool, white glow of the chandelier. The roaring bear on his left pec and the prayer beads around a small cross splayed on the right pec are sexy on his chest. Don’t get me started on his arms. A crown of thorns rests on his left forearm, traveling down to his Sinful Alliance logo, while his last name, Ramos , is on his right, leading to a skull tattoo adorned on his hand. Lastly, the small cowboy hat on the back of his neck pairs perfectly when he accompanies it with his trusty, black, cowboy hat. He covers his cock as he pries the phone gently out of her hands. He looks at the screen and says, “It’s Maeve. She left a voicemail, gimme a minute.” We all stare at him, waiting on bated breath at what could possibly be so important that we need to be interrupted. Dario removes the phone from his ear, locks the screen, and trains his eyes our way.

“We have a problem. Amorcito , get dressed. Maeve said October caught Frank Evans killing a charmer in the Sex, Chains, and Whips room. We gotta handle it,” he orders, handing Niccolo his clothes to get dressed as he finds his own. I garner Isabella’s attention and tilt my head in the direction of the door, indicating that we should leave the guys alone and go fill Alejandro in.

Five minutes go by, and Niccolo and Dario join us outside as Alejandro and I radio our crew to head over to the scene of the crime. I look up, and Jesus fuck , they look just as hot in their clothes as they do out of them. Dario in his usual get-up of dark jeans and cowboy boots, but instead of a clean, black t-shirt, he has on a fitted, dark purple, button-up. Niccolo looks dynamite in a three-piece, all-black suit with matching black, glossy, wingtip shoes. Completing their ensemble are two light-up, fully covered masks that I know Dario obviously didn’t choose to wear, because it prevents the use of his trusty, black cowboy hat.

“Let’s go kill this motherfucker,” I declare as I pick up my lucky machete and slide my mask back into place.