Heartless Mercy (The Sinful Alliance #1)

Promise Land by Travis Garland

Sunday at 3 p.m.

This weekend has been such a whirlwind of emotions, and memories, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but love. I swear, I never thought this would happen to me. Dario, Niccolo, Isabella, Catalina, and Willow took my mind off of my father’s death for a time, but it’s slowly creeping to the back of my mind.

As we make our way back to El Paso, the one memory replaying in my head throughout the weekend and on the way home is my first time with Dario. It was so fucking hot. So otherworldly and beautiful. I could just come from thinking about it. The way he struck me with that flogger and made my ass so fucking red. Fuck , I just about fell in love on the spot.

Being his pet made me feel like I could breathe. I was able to let go and feel, to just feel him know what my body needed and how to take care of me afterward. I’ve never had that; my exes would take, take, take, but Dario isn’t like that. I can definitely say that I am obsessed with the way he makes me feel physically and emotionally. When I look into his hazel green eyes, I see this outpouring of love that fills me with so much joy that I could cry.

Dario made me feel special, wanted, cared for, and loved. I feel so connected to him, and it’s such a crazy thing to say so early in our relationship. While I’ve known the man for years, in retrospect, as an enemy, I totally got it all wrong—all of it. They showed me how caring, loving, protective, and safe I am around them. I’ve never been in a polyamorous relationship with five other people, but I have a feeling I can get used to it quickly.

“What’s going through your head, mi sol ?” Dario asks, smiling like he’s in on the joke. Even the way he smiles makes my heart race. He sits beside me while Willow and Isabella are directly in front, giggling like little school girls talking about their crushes. Catalina and Niccolo, however, are talking business with Alessio, Isabella’s brother, in the back of the cabin in hushed tones.

“You know what I’m thinking about, Daddy.” I wink, bumping his shoulder against mine. He raises an eyebrow and smirks, reliving our first time all over again.

“We’ll do that soon enough, my slutty little pet. But tonight, we are all going on a little date before Catalina, Niccolo, and I are occupied on Monday. Is that good for you?” Dario asks, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers together.

“I would love that. And of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I ask.

“I just didn’t know if you wanted to spend time with your mom. How is she, by the way? Is she doing okay? We can always stop by if you want to spend time with her. I know we’d love to meet her,” Dario spits out. While it’s cute that he cares and wants to meet my mom, it’s a little concerning how I haven’t even thought about how my mom has been feeling all weekend. Fuck. I’m the worst son ever. She just lost a husband. And while my dad cheated on her, she still loved him in her own way.

Dario notices the look on my face and brings my hand to his lips as he places a gentle peck on my hand. “You are not a bad son. You had to get away from everything and you needed to think about something other than killing that piece of shit. What matters is that you can connect with her again as soon as we land. Okay?”

I nod and stare at him in awe of how he knows just what I’m thinking. I swear, it’s like this man is reading my mind. If this doesn’t solidify how fucking sweet, caring, and how right he is for me, I don’t know what will.

Dario tilts my head and leans it toward his shoulder as he kisses the top of it. I am this close to falling in love with this big, giant teddy bear of a man, but I still haven’t seen his ruthless side. And I need to if I want to be in this relationship with all of them.

I take out my phone and draft a text to my mom. After many moments of deleting, I finally hit send.

I look up from my phone and Dario looks at me with eyes full of pity. “Don’t look at me like that. Please, not you. Out of everyone. Just please fucking don’t!” I yell.

“ Excuse me? What did you say, pet ?” Dario growls. I don’t back down and stare at him menacingly. Dario raises an eyebrow and I know I’m truly fucked when he grabs my arm, grabs his cowboy hat from his lap, and lifts me up. He then takes me to the airplane’s restroom. Fuck. I’m in for it now—and the giggling and chuckling from everyone on the plane isn’t helping anything.

Dario pushes me inside the restroom and slides the door closed. He then grips me by my cornflower-blue shirt and shoves me down to my knees. I look up at him, not willing to piss him off any further.

“Never do that again. If you’re mad, tell me in private and we can deal with it together. But if you do that again, Sonny, you won’t like what I unleash on you,” Dario barks. The bass in his voice booms, causing goosebumps to travel through my body.

He grips my shoulder tighter and I reply, “Yes, sir. I won’t do it again.” Dario eases up on my shoulder, unbuckling his belt buckle and unbuttoning his denim jeans. He slides them along with his boxers down to his brown cowboy boots.

“Good. Now, you’re going to be a fucking good pet and suck my dick like your life depends on it. Because it does,” Dario orders, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me forward as I open my mouth to take him in.

With a mouthful of Dario’s thick, pierced cock, I come up for air as my saliva drools everywhere. I go again, this time relaxing my throat and taking him deeper. He holds my head there for about a minute or two before he lets go as I gag uncontrollably.

“Fuckkkk! Look at my pathetic little pet following orders. Make me come, you whore,” Dario groans, on the verge of his climax.

In and out, in and out, I continue working Dario’s hard cock deeper into my throat. Grabbing his cock in my hand, I slide my tongue on the underside of his cock and swirl it around the tip of his throbbing head, shoving it all inside my mouth. Breathing through my nose, this is the best I’ve done, and I know it does something for Dario, because I can feel his cock pulsing. Dario then grabs my face, trying to pull me off, but I look up and shake my head, not letting him pull me off. I want to swallow every last drop of his cum.

“ Mierda . You sick fucking whore. I love it,” Dario grits out before he spills his load down my throat, causing me to gag and release his dick slowly from my mouth.

His cum is everywhere. I take his cock and lick every single drop of cum mixed with my saliva and swallow it all. I’ve never been so hungry for something in my life. Dario comes down from his post-orgasm haze and grabs a paper towel from the dispensary. He then takes the paper towel to clean his cock and lifts me to my feet.

“You look so fucking beautiful with your watery eyes, swollen lips, and my cum and your saliva coming out of your mouth,” Dario praises. I extend my hand to clean my mouth, but Dario stops me. He brings me closer, lifting his cowboy hat a tad, taking my lips and kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. The passion and magnetic energy between is heavy through the air and I can’t get enough. I cling to him for dear life as I slide my tongue against his, our teeth clashing from desperation. It’s like we need each other to breathe, and we are hopelessly seeking the answer from the other.

We break this kiss, catching our breath and looking into each other’s lust-filled eyes. “You might have liked what I did to you now, but it won’t always be this gentle,” Dario says, grabbing my chin and hovering close.

“So the next time you want to act out and be a brat in front of everyone, I will fuck you in front of everyone. I don’t care if one of my brother-in-laws is out there watching.” He releases his hold on my chin and I’m left dumbfounded in the restroom as he gathers his boxers and jeans, fastening them in place. He rights himself and opens the door to exit. Looking back, he raises an eyebrow and I follow him blindly.

As we return to our seats, Catalina is the first to whistle and then all chaos breaks loose—cheers and whistling from Alessio, Niccolo, Isabella, and Willow, who giggle and start clapping.

“Oh, fuck off. Nothing y’all haven’t seen before. Well, I don’t know about you, Alessio, but still,” I add, walking to my seat and glaring at everyone.

“Oh, trust me. He’s seen some things—wanted and unwanted,” Niccolo teases, winking at Alessio as he rolls his eyes.

“Disgusting. Mostly unwanted,” Alessio chimes in. As Dario and I take our seats, everyone returns to their conversations. I lean back in my seat and close my eyes.

“I would be taking a little nap, too, if I got my face fucked.” Willow giggles. I open my eyes and tilt my head, raising an eyebrow for her to try me. I might be submissive to Dario, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let anything go with her or anyone else.

“Want to try that again, Low? Or would you like me to put you through what he did to me?” I ask. Willow and Isabella squirm in their seats while Dario shakes his head, chuckling beside me.

“Wow, S. That was so hot. You made me soak my panties,” Willow teases, throwing me a wink. I shake my head and return to my position, closing my eyes and taking a quick nap before we land soon. After a few minutes, I doze off and I’m out like a light.

A trail of soft kisses from my forehead to my lips awakens me from my nap. I reluctantly open my eyes slowly to see Willow staring back at me. She smiles and gives me another chaste kiss on my lips

“Hey, sleeping beauty. We just landed. C’mon, Dario says we’re all going on a date, so we need to get some more clothes from our apartment,” Willow says, grabbing my hand and lifting me from my seat.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna. I’m so tired,” I groan, pouting that I was disturbed from such a peaceful nap.

“Stop it, we need to hurry. I need to get the right outfit to look hot.”

“You already do, Low. The outfit doesn’t make you look hot. It’s just an added bonus, baby,” I say, following her down the plane’s steps and to the black Escalade SUVs waiting on the tarmac.

Dario, Willow, Catalina, and I climb into one SUV along with Alejandro, Dario’s bodyguard and today’s driver. I say hello, and he nods his head to greet me. Niccolo, Isabella, Alessio, and Chiara follow behind us in a separate SUV as we make our way to Willow and I’s apartment.

“So, we’re making a quick pit stop at your apartment to pick up your clothes and then we’ll go back to my house to get dressed,” Dario announces.

“Is everyone going, or? Because we don’t have to go, I can always wear something from the luggage I took to Shreveport,” Willow says.

“No, they’re going to the ranch to get ready themselves and talk business. And while you’ll look spectacular in anything or nothing, we’re okay with going to check out your apartment. Aren’t we, Big Daddy ?” Catalina teases, causing Dario to shake his head and roll his eyes from her obvious antics to get him to blow a gasket.

“She’s right, baby girl. Anything you or Sonny need and want, we’ll do it for you,” Dario answers, winking at Willow and me.

A few minutes later, we pull up to the parking garage of my penthouse apartment. The parking attendant, Mr. Martinez, lets us through when he sees Willow’s huge smile from the backseat. She teases him in Spanish, which I can’t quite keep up with, but the older man belly laughs and tells her that they’ll catch up later.

We take my private elevator upstairs, and as soon as the doors open, Dario, Catalina, and Alejandro sweep the area and yell for Willow and me to enter. We each go to our rooms and gather some nice outfit options. I walk to my office to check on something, when Willow comes out of her room and decides against it.

“Alright, let’s go. We have two hours until we need to be at our date night spot,” Dario informs.

“So we don’t get to know where we’re going, huh?” I ask, pouting and fluttering my eyelashes for him to break and tell us where we’re going.

“No, and that face won’t work on me. I want to surprise you both,” he replies.

Well, I guess we’re in for a surprising and wild night.