Page 93 of Jackpot Joker

“Yes, please,” I beg, and he slips another finger inside, the stretch a glorious pain I didn’t realize I desired.

He punishes my pussy, shoving his fingers in and out as I pant for him. Precum from his cock spills onto my inner thigh, and I lick my lips, hating for it to go to waste.

Dario chuckles. “Greedy girl. Do you want that mouth of yours filled, too?”

I nod, wanting the taste of him to explode my taste buds, but instead, Dario shoves his fingers in my mouth, allowing me to taste my own tangy arousal instead. He keeps his fingers there as I suck on them, then plunges his cock inside me.

As his bars rub my inner walls, I scream against his hand, but the sound is muffled. Dario pulls his fingers out of my mouth and wraps them around my throat, gently squeezing. I know he would never hurt me, but there’s something about knowing he could that increases the pleasure building inside me.

“Not yet. You don’t come until told, remember?”

I whine, doing my best to obey, but my pussy clenches around his cock; I’m so close.

“Please,” I gasp. “Please let me come.”

Dario picks up his pace, pounding into my pussy until his thrusts become erratic.

“Now, Jasmine. Come for me now,” he groans as we both careen over the precipice, tears streaming down my face and him panting over top of me.

My eyes are heavy as Dario unties the restraints around my wrists before rubbing in some lotion. He then moves to where my breasts and thighs took impact, making smooth strokes across my skin with the same lightly scented liquid. “You did so good for me, Jasmine.”

My lips tilt up in a lazy grin. “Is my debt settled, then?”

Dario chuckles. “Yes, angioletta. In fact, I may be in your debt now.”

He lies beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder as I curl into him. As I’m about to doze off, there’s a gentle buzz.

“What’s that?”

Dario groans. “My phone.”

I sit up. “Your phone? We were supposed to turn those in when we got here.”

He shrugs. “Not me. I own the place.”

“You made me!” I scoff.

He smiles, but the expression is lost when he looks down. “Merde.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and he shows me his screen, with multiple messages and six missed calls from Luca.

“We’ve got to go.”

Panic is in Luca’s eyes as we walk into Gio’s office, only one floor above where Dario gave me the orgasm of a lifetime. Broken glass litters the floor, and it smells strongly of bourbon in here.

I grab Luca’s arms, my own eyes heavy. “Did something happen to Tank?

Luca shakes his head, then his eyes move across the room where Gio is hunched over his desk, his hair tugged in all directions.

“What is it?” Dario shouts at his brothers. “What’s wrong?”

“Papa.”

Pain casts over Dario’s face. I know he hates the man, but he’s still his father. “Is he?” Dario gulps as he sinks into the chair across from Gio’s desk. “Is he dead?”

Gio laughs ominously, a sound that covers my skin in goosebumps. “Do you think we could get so lucky?”

“Then what happened?” Dario asks, looking between his brothers for answers.

Gio takes another swig of bourbon from the only glass that appears to remain unshattered. “I have to get fucking married.”