Soulless Devil (Sons of Valentino #3)(31)

“I fucking love hearing your screams, but I don’t share well, and your pleasure is not something I’m ever going to share. Those screams are mine; your moans are mine.” He thrusts into me. Harder. Faster. His other hand wraps around the front of my hips, and his fingers find my clit and rub circles on the hardened bud.

I’m seconds away from combusting, but he knows that. Of course he does. “Romeo, I’m going to… shit.” My words are muffled by the palm currently covering my mouth.

“That’s it. Come for me, Livvy. Soak my fucking cock with your juices. I want it all,” he grunts into my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

His teeth bite down on my earlobe, and the pain radiates throughout my whole body, quickly transforming to pleasure. The kind I’ve only ever experienced with Romeo before. My legs tremble. He catches me, his arm wrapping around my waist and propping me up as he finishes. His thrusts are wild as he empties inside me. Romeo pulls out and spins me around, pressing my back against the door. His lips slam down on mine, and his tongue delves in, tangling with my own. By the time he pulls back again, I’m breathless.

“That was....” I’m at a loss for words as to how to describe it.

“Fucking brilliant.” Romeo smirks. “You’re fucking perfect. Don’t ever change,” he says, pecking me on the lips again.





Chapter Seventeen





I send Livvy a message to let her know I’ll see her later tonight. It’s Friday, fight night for my and Luca’s underground club. Walking into the garage, I find my twin warming up at the bag. He stops when he spots me, picking up a towel from the ground before making his way over.

“You’re late,” he says.

“I had shit to do.”

“You had Livvy to do.” He doesn’t see the fist I send his way, my knuckles immediately connecting with his jaw. Luca smirks at me, rubbing at his face. “Did I hit a nerve?”

“Don’t fucking disrespect her,” I growl at him. I love my brother. I’d give my own life for any of my siblings, but fuck if I’ll ever let them disrespect Livvy.

“I wasn’t. I was disrespecting you, asshole. Her, I like. You, not so much lately.”

“Sure you don’t.” I laugh.

The thing with Luca and me is, whenever we argue, we are always quick to move past it. To come back to being us. Two against the world.

“So, what were you doing?”

“Showering. You should try it sometime, might help you pick up a girl worth bringing home to Ma,” I tell him.

“Why the fuck would I want to do that?” He screws up his face at the thought of settling down. “Wait… are you taking Livvy to family dinner on Sunday?”

“Fuck no, and you’re not saying shit about her to anyone,” I warn him. I need to make her fall in love with me before I introduce her to the fucking psychopaths in my family. It’s not just my immediate family either. There’re my aunts and uncles, cousins… Jesus, my cousin Izzy alone is enough to scare the devil himself away. Livvy is not ready for that yet. And I’m not ready to lose her, which means keeping her away from the rest of the Valentinos as much as possible.

“My lips are sealed. You know I’ve always got your back, bro,” Luca reminds me.

“Thanks. So who’s the fool who thinks he can beat you tonight?” I ask.

“Jacob Kinsley.” He smiles wide.

“The fucking baseball captain? What the fuck is he doing fighting?”

“No idea, but who am I to turn down a fair fight?” Luca shrugs his shoulders.

“There’s nothing fair about it. Don’t do permanent damage, Luc. That’s the man’s career. It’s not like he has anything else going for him.” The fucking loser is as dumb as they come. If he weren’t so good at baseball, no amount of his parents’ money would have gotten him into this school.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not an animal. I do have some degree of self-control,” Luca says.

I raise an eyebrow at him. We both know he has no such thing. I don’t need to say the words, because he knows what I’m thinking. “You and self-control have no relationship at all.”

Luca shakes his head and walks over to Henry, who is setting up his little desk in the corner. “How we looking?”

“You’re looking like you two can retire and never work another day in your life. With tonight’s fight, you’re at a total of one million, four hundred thousand. Give or take,” Henry says.

“Nobody retires off a million dollars,” Luca counters with a roll of his eyes.

“Normal people actually do. Lots and lots of them,” Henry replies.

“Are you saying we’re not normal?” I ask him.

“Ah, well... yes, that’s what I’m saying. Normal people don’t drive around in five hundred thousand dollar cars at our age.”

I’ll have you know I earned that car. Every cent of it.

Working for the family businesses isn’t exactly child’s play. These are the words I don’t say out loud though. The number one rule in my family is you don’t talk about the family. Especially our businesses. You don’t acknowledge the rumors that our father is the head of the Valentino Crime Family—fuck, you don’t acknowledge that there is a Valentino Crime Family. To my knowledge, my father is a businessman, a ruthless but legal one. That’s all that anyone who doesn’t know better needs to know at all.