Taking the Bait (9 page)

“Damn, Regan, you’re asking for a rough fucking. Why do you have to be so damn sexy?” I growled as I dropped to my knees. I wanted her on my face, filling my mouth with her sweet release. Her body sung every time I tasted her pussy. My ego soared knowing I was the only one to touch and taste her.

Her panties were a mere obstacle in my way. I yanked them down and off her feet and growled, “They’re a waste. I like your pussy ready for me. I think I going to toss out all your panties.”

“I need them.”

“Fine you can keep a few for that time of the month. The rest are going to the garbage. I want access to your pussy any time I want.”

“Okay,” she uttered, breathlessly as my mouth hit her clit right away. I wanted her kitty purring for me. She was already dripping when I slid my tongue in between her folds and into her heat. Her hands gripped my hair roughly as she pushed her pussy into my face. I liked her like this—completely out of control. Gone was the sweet and innocent girl, the bad girl had arrived.

“Dante, Dante,” she said in worship as though I was a deity.

I opened her up with my hand and slipped two fingers into her tight pussy. I wasn’t in the mood for going slow and by her eagerness I didn’t think she was either. My fingers thrust hard as my tongue fucked her clit. She was creaming for me before I knew it, coating my tongue.

I jumped up and stripped my clothes like a mad man. She actually had the nerve to laugh as I struggled with my buckle. I had to teach her not to laugh at her husband when he’s too horny to think straight.

“You think it’s funny. Knees now, baby. My dick needs to feel your beautiful fat lips wrapped around him.”

The look she gave me had me juicing a bit as she dropped to her knees. I was going to come in her mouth if she kept looking at it like a hungry animal. She licked her lips and smiled up at me before taking my leaking cock in her hands. She liked to play with her food before she ate. She rubbed her hands up and down my length, teasing the fuck out of me. Making me fucking nuts, I groaned, “Suck me.”

She giggled before taking the tip into her mouth. He gave her a little of his pre-come. She didn’t freak at the little fluid, no she just licked it up before swallowing my cock. I looked down at her tits that were still in her bra, my mind thinking about fucking them and nutting in her mouth. The things I want to do with her, but I don’t want to scare her yet.

I threw my head back as I felt her teeth lightly scrape my hard flesh. “Regan,” I moaned. I was so close to coming. I looked back down at her catching her looking up at me as she deep throated my dick. Fuck, I was coming.

I didn’t give her a warning. She liked the taste of my come, so I gave her what she wanted. Gripping her head I fucked my come down her throat. She moaned as she stroked the rest of my nut out of me. I just came, but that shit she just did had me still too hard.

I scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Carrying her to the bed, our eyes never left each other. My dick bobbed, smacking her ass as I walked. She smiled naughtily at me and her eyes opened wide with every spank.

“You like that, wife? You want me to spank your pretty little lily white bottom?”

“A little…” she whispered shyly. This woman didn’t have any idea what she did to me.

There was something about her that turned me into a loving man. I wanted to be what she needed. Hell, if I knew how to do it, but I’d start with giving her orgasms all day.

“On your knees.”

“Yes, sir. I think that you like me on my knees.”

“You like it too, cara mia. I can see your pussy glistening for me.” I ran my hand over her round ass. I wanted in her ass, but I’ll wait for another day. I want her pregnant. I can’t be wasting my come on other areas all the time.

“So what…” she pouted

I tossed my head back, calming my racing heart and my aching cock. I rubbed her cheeks before slipping my finger into her wetness.

“Dripping, just like I thought,” I growled.

“Just for you,” she purred. I gave her first whack on her ass. It pinked immediately, and she moaned sinfully.

“That’s right. It’s just for me,” I roared. I lucked out. I didn’t deserve her, but I’m not letting her loose.

I gave her a second whack on her other cheek. I wasn’t out to hurt my woman, so that’s all she got. I knew she enjoyed that shit because the moment my tip touched her lips, it was soaked.

I nearly roared and beat my chest like a damn gorilla. She was perfect and giving. What more could a man ask for?

I pushed my cock all the way in. I groaned as her pussy choked my cock again. Then she had the damn nerve to squeeze my cock with her silky walls, like I wasn’t already about to come again.

I gave her another whack and commanded, “Behave, amore or you’re going to make me come, and you’ll be left hanging.”

“You wouldn’t,” she said in shock.

“Regan, I’m only a man, and your pussy is tight as fuck as it is. Top it off that you’re mine. I was ready to nut the moment I pushed my way inside your tight cunt.”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.”

I started slowly stroking in and out of her heat, savoring the feel of her silken walls. Her folds sucked me in, pulling deep into her. I want to pump hard into her, but her pussy was too good, and I wasn’t as cool as I tried to play. My woman needed a push, so I reached around and caressed her flat belly and placed my hand on her heat. I pinched her clit and she cried out, “Dante, please.”

“Come for me, Regan. Come now,” I groaned as I started pumping into her. Her walls started to shake and squeeze.

“I’m coming, Dante! I’m coming. Oh God! Yes,” she screeched as threw her head back. I grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to me so I could feel her back pressed against my chest as I came hard into her.

“Ahh!” I roared as my come jetted into her pussy.

It took me about five minutes before I could breathe normal again. I pulled out, and she slumped on the bed in fatigue. I rolled her on to her back and climbed on top of her.

“Are you satisfied, Mrs. Franchetti?”

“More than satisfied, Mr. Franchetti,” she said with a sultry tone before lifting her head to kiss me while her hands caressed the hairs on my chest, and still very hard, I pushed back in to her. This was going to be a very busy night.

We spent the week after the wedding in Ireland. I still needed to heal, and we hoped that her mother’s condition would improve, but no such luck on that front. We were saying our goodbyes at the hospital because I needed to get back. Two detectives in Chicago were looking to speak with me about Regan, but rumors were that they were working for Flanagan.

I wasn’t going to let him catch me by surprise. I had eyes and ears everywhere. There was something going down soon. We had a place that was protected as can be for our women, a panic room. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to Regan.

I had backup all around. Michael Flanagan made a lot of enemies, but he fucked up when he messed with me and my woman. He hadn’t been seen lately and the rumor was that he boarded a plane for Fiji. He was running scared or so I assumed.

“Amore, are you sure you want to go into there alone?”

“Yes, I need to say goodbye. I don’t know if it will be the last time I see her, but I pray it’s not.”

“That’s fine. I’ll be waiting with your father.” I gave her a kiss and left her in the room alone, something I knew I shouldn’t have done. My father-in-law and I walked to go get coffee in the cafeteria.

“Daley, how are you doing?”

“Every day is a struggle. I want to go find Michael and put a bullet in his brain. He’s been the bane of my existence. The moment we met he’d been trying to recruit me. I didn’t want in, but I did want his sister. We fell in love and secretly married. She had been promised to someone else and it cost him a bigger piece of an empire. I took her to Ireland, but he felt I owed him and had to go into business with him.”

“Where were her parents when this was happening?”

“They’d already died a few years earlier. They wouldn’t have let him set up an arranged marriage.”

We were only down the hall from Moira’s room when my phone rang. I answered it quickly when I’d seen it was Joe. “What’s up?”

“Boss, he’s been spotted in Dublin.”

“What!?” I shouted as I started running to get back to the room. I needed to protect my wife. That was then that I heard a shot go off in the room.

I slammed opened the door just as my father-in-law came up behind me. Regan was standing over a body with a gun pointed at what looked to be a man from the soles of the shoes.

“You thought you were fucking slick, but you’re nothing but a sick coward. You’re a fool for coming here and now you’re paying the price. Pity we’re in public. I can’t filet you like I want.”

“Regan…” I called out to her.

“Dante…” she whispered.

That was all I needed to come from behind as took the gun from her hands. Her father was at his wife’s side, making sure he hadn’t succeeded with what was clearly his plan.

“Why do you hate her so much? Haven’t you already done enough? You couldn’t wait to finish her off?” Regan cried in anger.

I looked down at a bleeding Michael Flanagan, and he looked pathetic. Just as I was ready to put a bullet in Michael’s head, Callum ran up and stabbed him in the balls. I barely had a moment to pull him away when the Dublin police arrived.

They took our weapons and hauled Flanagan to a stretcher. We were left in the room alone with Mrs. Daley. She seemed to be unharmed.

“Amore, what happened here?”

†††

“Mother, I want you to come back to me. You missed the wedding of the week. Dante and I were married. I wanted you to be there, to help me get ready and to shake away all my fears like you’ve always been. I love you, Mama. You can’t leave me!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be joining her, very soon.” I turned quickly in my chair to see my former uncle dressed as a doctor and with special makeup on. He wasn’t noticeable to most, but he was to me.

“Why?”

“Because your mother was a traitor. She chose him over the family and the fate I selected for her. She needs to die just like you. I’ve waited twenty years for my revenge. Your father will suffer for stealing her affections,” he growled as he pulled the synthetic makeup from his face. I realized he was nutty than a can of Planters.

“Franchetti should have killed you like he’d been planning to do all week. Marco worked well for me, but not well enough since you’re still alive. That’s something I plan to rectify today.”

“Why use me?”

“Why not. You resembled Diana and she was in trouble with them. You were a perfect switch. The bastard that fucked my daughter was supposed to die, and no one would have been any bit the wiser to who ordered the hit. They fucked up and missed the mark, then she wasn’t safe. I needed a resolution, and you were it. It was supposed to solve two problems at once,” he snarled.

I walked around the bed, trying to block my mother from his attack. He didn’t come after her, but rather me. I had a gun tucked into my waistband when Dante left me for a few moments. I kept my back away from him so he wouldn’t see the gun.

“Talking is over. It’s time for you to die,” he growled as he lifted his gun at me. I only had a second to react. I pulled the gun out and cocked it at the same time before I blasted him one time in the chest. He hit the floor hard, and I just stared at him with pure hatred.

I looked to my mother, who lied in a coma because of this vulture. My rage, and every other emotion that I felt engulfed me. I asked him how he could be so cruel, but he didn’t answer. Dante arrived in the room. I felt his presence before I heard his voice.

I was lost in a state of pure, unadulterated rage that I didn’t notice my father until he’d been driving the blade into Flanagan’s balls. He did it to make him suffer and all I could do was smile.

Dante’s arms were wrapped around me, and I knew was for my own protection. I was blinded by my anger, and his hold brought me back to the present.

“Amore. Did he hurt you?”

“No. He was going to kill me and my mother,” I said shakily.

“I know. I’m sorry he slipped passed us. Can you forgive me, Cara mia?”

“Of course. I know you don’t want anything to happen to me.”

“Let me get you out of here. Let’s go back to the hotel. It looks like we won’t be able to leave Ireland yet. So I’m going to take you back and love you until you forget your own name. Does that work for you?”

“Sounds perfect.”

The next three weeks flew by quickly as we waited for to find out it Flanagan would live. He was in a coma just like his sister. We weren’t sure if he was going to be prosecuted here or back in Chicago, if he woke up. Both governments wanted him because he’d committed crimes in both countries.

Regan had been lauded a hero after stopping him which was great because I was afraid they’d file some sort of charges on her or her father. They wouldn’t have stuck, but I didn’t want anything to happen to my woman, even if I had to take the blame for her.

We’d been to the hospital every day to make sure her mother was safe. Callum refused to leave her side for one second. The room had to be full of my men and myself before he would go relieve himself.

Moira’s vitals hadn’t changed and hope was starting to dwindle for her recovery. My family returned back to Chicago to handle my business assets for me. Silvia was a bit sad when she left, but did what my parents told her to do. They wanted to keep her safe.

Declan didn’t seem to care that Silvia left. He returned back to work on the ranch last week. I hired some extra help from town because he’d been too injured to do the work himself. Truthfully, it was the least I could do given what he’d done for me and my family. After I stole his girl, I thought he’d shun us, but he didn’t. Regan told me every time I let my jealousy seep in that he wasn’t really interested in her for a wife and preferred her as a friend.

We’d already rolled around in bed three times the night before and then once again in the morning. I wanted in her pussy all the damn time. There wasn’t a moment in her presence that I wasn’t ready to screw her brains out.

We were getting ready for the day and decided to take separate showers so I would keep my dick to myself, but then she messed up. I watched Regan walk out of the shower in her tiny towel, and I was hard again.

I needed to get a hold of myself because we were already running late to the hospital, but since we were already late I guess it didn’t matter.

“Amore, are you trying to get fucked again?”

“No. I just forgot some panties.”

That was enough. I walked up to her and tore the towel off, pushed her against the wall, and took her mouth while I undid my pants. Our tongues danced and tasted each other as I lifted her up and wrapped her thighs around me and slid her down my pole.

“Forgot them my ass,” I growled as she looked like a cat who got her cream.

All she gave me was a slight shrug of her shoulders and a look of feigned innocence.

“Amore, if you want the dick all you have to do is ask. Or if your uncomfortable voicing your needs, you could drop to your knees suck me off. I think I would get the hint,” I said as I pushed up into her.

“You’re mine, Regan. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Dante,” she moaned, which only turned me on. I didn’t know why I demanded she say it when I knew what it would do to me. Our movements were rough and hard as we fucked on the hotel room wall.

I could tell her body was eager to come, as her walls clutched and drenched my cock. She’d gotten so good at taking my thickness into her.

My lips moved to her shoulder, and I bit as I pressed her harder against the wall. She didn’t complain about my roughness and never did. Regan gave as good as she got. She was always tugging at my hair or clawing at the muscles on my back.

“Kiss me,” she cried.

I lifted my head up at her hungry plea and complied. I kissed her hard, biting, and nibbling before slipping my tongue inside her mouth. I groaned when I felt her tighten as she came. I pulled her head back by her hair to kiss her jaw and pump my release into her.

After that, I decided to leave her pussy alone for a couple of hours. There was plenty of things to do together that didn’t involve being naked, not that I found anything against being naked with her, but I couldn’t spend all day in her. We wouldn’t be able to walk if we did.

After our visit to the hospital, we took a trip to see the Dublin Castle and the Kilmainham Gaol. It was an interesting day. My favorite part was that I had my own personal tour guide. My sweet Regan showed me all the little creepy areas and told me tales that had been told to her throughout the years about the two historic sites.

“Thank you for taking me to see some of your heritage. I had a fun day.” I said after we finished another round of loving.

“Even with all our clothes on?”

“I wouldn’t want to go see them with you naked. Hell, I thought your dress was too tight for all these ‘blokes’ around here,” I growled in response. I wasn’t playing either. They were looking at her ass several times, and I had to check their asses.

“You’re ridiculous. There was twice as many women checking out your ass in your jeans. Seriously, you are too handsome, husband.”

“That just means we’re going to have some really beautiful babies,” I whispered in her ear as I nibbled on her lobe. She hugged me tighter and then I thought about something.

“Speaking of babies—are you normally late with your period?”

“What!? Do you track all of your women’s bleeding?”

“Not at all. This would be a first, but we’ve been together over a month, and I’ve been dreading its arrival.”

“I haven’t gotten it, and I’m never late, but I’ve been too busy with everything that’s been happening to go to the chemist for a test.”

“The chemist?”

“Yes. You know, the drug store.”

“Of course,” I said shaking my head. I didn’t know if I would ever get used to the different sayings for the same thing.

“Do you want to find out now? Or shall we wait until tomorrow?” she asked.

All of the sudden I wanted to know, but it was already midnight. I didn’t want to search for a pharmacy that was open this late. Besides she was looking really tired after our long day.

“It’s too late to go now. We’ll see a doctor when we go and visit your mother in the morning.”

“Okay.” She tucked herself into my chest like she did every night which did fucked up things to my heart.

“I love you,” she whispered in her sleep. I looked down at her to see if she was awake, but she wasn’t. My heart was reeling at her admission, sleepy or not. I loved her on first sight. I’d waited to hear her say it. She had to know my feelings, I said it several times before. Granted, it had never been in English or only when I knew she was asleep.

“Ti amo, Regan,” I whispered as I kissed her lips.

†††

Today was the first day I was really in a rush to see her mother. There was nothing really there for me to do, but I refused to let her go alone.

The first time she asked me if I wanted to stay at the hotel, I said, “Are you out of your mind? I’m not letting you go without me. Don’t ask me again or I’ll spank your silly ass and not in a good way.”

She didn’t ask again. I knew she really wanted me there because she got tense every time we pulled into the lot, but was just trying to please me.

We got to the hospital early. I immediately called to request a female OB/GYN see us. The woman met us in one of the evaluation rooms. Hell, if I was going to let a man check my girl out at all. She told me they weren’t going to examine her down there, but I didn’t give a shit.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Franchetti, I’m Dr. Caroline Kerrigan. What brings you in to see me?”

“We think she might be pregnant.”

“Did you do a home test yet?”

“No. We suspected last night when it was too late to go to the store,” Regan answered.

“Very well, so what we’ll do is a blood test. When was the first day of your last menstrual period?”

“It was about six weeks ago,” she responded as she counted back in her head.

“This test will take a little bit of time. About an hour.”

“That’ll be fine. We’ll be up in room six-ten,” I stated.

“I’ll call the room when the results are in, and we can take it from there.”

“Thank you,” my beautiful wife said. The doctor prepared what she needed on the counter behind us. I could tell Regan was nervous, but I wasn’t sure what she was more nervous about. Was it because she was pregnant or was she afraid that she wasn’t?

“What’s wrong, amore? You seem nervous.”

“I don’t really like needles.”

“I’ll hold your hand,” I said as the doctor came back to us.

“It’s just one prick, amore.”

“Just look at your handsome husband and everything will be fine,” the doctor said, which caused Regan to give her a dirty look and make me smirk. The trick worked.

“See it’s all over,” the doc said as she placed the cotton ball on her arm to stop the bleeding.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice. Thank you,” Regan said cheerfully.

“You’re not the first person to be scared, but since this is a maternity ward we have to find a way to do it with ease. It always helps when a patient comes with a handsome partner,” the doc snickered. I shook my head and even Regan smiled.

“Amore, are you ready to see your mother?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Thank you, doc,” I said, shaking her hand before I left. Sliding my hand into Regan’s, we left the room and headed to the sixth floor.

“Regan, dear. Are you feeling well?” her dad asked.

“I’m fine. Any news? Any changes?”

“Nothing,” he said soberly.

“She’ll be well soon. I know it,
Athair.” I hated seeing her like this. Flanagan was still in a coma, and I decided I was just going to take my wife home. I couldn’t take her coming here every day with hope in her heart only to leave in sadness.

“A leanbh, I feel it too. She will return to me. My dearest Moira is just mad at me and is playing sick to get me back for getting her the wrong birthday present. She’ll wake soon.” I laughed because I knew he was just joking. His stories of when she was mad at him were hilarious. Once he’d brought the wrong ingredients home from the store because he wouldn’t write it down. He came home with talcum powder instead of baking powder, and she made him wear it.

“When was her birthday?”

“June,” Regan replied.

“But it’s only May.”

“She holds a grudge. When you least expect it, she lets you have it,” Callum said with a half-smile as he tried to fight back the tears.

We were there for about half an hour, when the phone rang. It was the doctor, and my man handed the phone to Regan.

“Hello, Dr. Kerrigan. Yes. Really. Yes. Thank you. I will,” she cheerfully replied before hanging up the phone.

“Amore?” I got up and walked to her.

“Yes. We are.”

“Cara, I love you,” I said as I hugged her and kissed her hard.

“I love you, too.” Tears streamed down her face.

“What happened?” her father asked.

“Sir, you’re going to be a grandfather,” I said proudly.

“A leanbh…” A cracked voice whispered. We all turned back to the bed as Moira’s hand moved and her eyelids fluttered. Callum was over to the bed in a flash, gripping her hand.

“Moira…wake up for me, my love.”

Tears were streaming all around the room and the doctors were called to check on her.

Turns out we still couldn’t leave Ireland, but at least this time it wasn’t a bad thing. Moira’s return to us was a blessing.