Page 47 of Madness & Mercy (Deadly Sins #1)

I chuckle, tossing the dress onto the bed beside him.

“Mmh. Shame. You looked so good in it last time, piccolino.” I lean down, pressing my lips to the side of his throat, murmuring low.

“I still think about it. About you on your knees, blushing, glaring at me like you hated every second…when I know you loved it.”

The pillow flies at my head. “Shut the fuck up, Vitale!”

I catch it, toss it aside, and sink lower on the mattress, right between his legs. “How ‘bout a bet, then?” My smirk sharpens. “You win, and I’ll burn the dress. You lose…” I drag my teeth over his hipbone, watching him shiver. “…you put it on for me tonight.”

Julian glares down at me, but he’s already hard again. “If I win,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, “you’re the one wearing it.”

My smirk widens. “Deal.”

His brow arches, suspicion flickering in his eyes like he wasn’t expecting me to agree so easily. “…What’s the bet?”

“Simple,” I murmur, wicked and sure. “Who breaks first.”

Julian’s grin is downright evil as he flips us, pinning me down and straddling me, his cock brushing my stomach. He leans over, snatches the lube off the nightstand, and pops the cap with one hand.

“I’m gonna make you beg for it,” he mutters, squeezing the slick into his palm.

My cock twitches when his hand wraps around it, every drag slicker, tighter, filthier than the last. My head tips back against the pillow, a low curse tearing from my throat as he works me with a rhythm that’s far too controlled for how desperate his eyes look.

“Julian…” My voice comes out rough, almost warning.

He just smirks, shifting closer, letting the head of my cock nudge against his rim as he keeps stroking me, teasing me with the promise of more. And then, with a sharp inhale, he sinks down in one smooth, relentless slide, taking me inch by inch until he’s seated fully on my cock.

My control shatters instantly.

“Fuck…” I grit out. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His laugh is breathless and cocky. “And you’re gonna lose.”

He starts riding me in lazy, torturous motions, each roll of his hips perfectly measured to keep me exactly where he wants me.

I glare up at him, but it only makes him smirk wider.

He leans down, his teeth grazing my jaw.

“You’re not allowed to touch me. All you can do is lay there and try not to come. ”

I growl low in my throat, forcing my hands to stay gripping the sheets instead of his hips where they belong. “You smug little shit…”

“Admit it, Nico. I’ve got you.”

“Not even close.”

I buck my hips suddenly, driving deeper, and his moan shreds through the air before he bites it back, teeth sinking into his lip. My smirk cuts sharp. “What’s that, cucciolo? Sounded like you were about to come.”

“Fuck you,” he gasps, tightening around me.

“You already are,” I growl, thrusting up harder, faster, just to watch him fall apart. His nails rake down my chest, his head dropping back as he rides harder to meet me. Sweat drips down his temples, his abs flexing with the effort.

“You’re close,” I taunt. “I can feel it.”

His eyes snap open, fierce and desperate. “So are you.”

He leans back, grinding down harder, riding me like he’s trying to kill me, and my vision whites out for a moment. I bare my teeth, holding on by a thread, refusing to give him the satisfaction—until he clenches tight around me and moans my name like a fucking prayer.

That does it. I snap, my hips pistoning up helplessly, spilling into him hard. A growl rips out as I buck up through it, and he rides me down, a triumphant smirk plastered across his flushed, wrecked face.

“Fuck,” I pant, dragging in air like I’ve been drowning.

Julian wipes the sweat off his brow, still smug as hell. “Looks like I win.”

I glare up at him, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside him. “Don’t get cocky, piccolino.”

“Too late.” He says, easing off my cock and tossing the bundle of black and white lace at me with a shit-eating grin. “A bet’s a bet, Vitale.”

I catch it one-handed, holding it up. I chuckle low in my chest. “You’ve been dying to see me in this, haven’t you?”

Julian crosses his arms, his cock already half-hard from the sight of me just holding it. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is payback.”

“Is that so?” I murmur. “Then why does your cock say otherwise?”

He scoffs, but the flush in his cheeks betrays him.

A few minutes later, I’m standing there with the damn dress stretched over my body.

The skirt barely covers my thighs, tight across my chest, the lace sleeves clinging to my arms. The apron strings cinch around my waist, framing my cock tenting obscenely beneath the skirt. I smooth my palms down it with a smirk.

Julian swallows hard. “You look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously good, you mean,” I correct, turning slowly so he gets the full view. “Admit it. You like me like this.”

His tongue darts over his lip, and I know I’ve got him. But he rallies, stepping closer, grabbing my jaw tight. “On your knees,” he orders.

I grin, dropping down instantly, the lace brushing against my thighs as I sink in front of him. “You like this, piccolino? Your very own maid.”

He shudders at the sound of it, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pushes his cock against my lips. I open without hesitation, taking him in deep, savoring the sharp gasp he gives when I hollow my cheeks.

“Fuck…” Julian groans, rocking forward, his dominance faltering under the weight of how much I’m giving myself to him. His grip tightens, but I moan around him, swallowing deeper.

“You’re… you’re enjoying this way too much,” he pants, his hips bucking.

I pull off just long enough to smirk, licking my lips. “I told you, cucciolo. I’d do anything for you. Now let me serve you properly.”

I take him back in, bobbing hard and messy until he’s trembling above me.

Julian’s legs tremble, his head tipping back as he chokes out my name, and I know I’ve won again, even on my knees in a goddamn dress.

Julian’s already shaking above me, thighs trembling, fingers fisting tight in my hair. I can feel how close he is by the way his hips jerk, uneven and desperate.

I pull back just enough to murmur against the head of his cock, “Don’t hold back on me, bello. I want it all.”

His breath stutters, and before he can respond, I spit-slick my finger before pressing it against his rim. His gasp is sharp, his knees buckling as I ease inside, curling just right.

“Nico—fuck—” His whole body jolts, caught between the stretch of my finger and the heat of my mouth swallowing him down again. I moan around him, working him deeper, my tongue teasing while my finger pushes that sweet spot inside him.

It’s too much. He breaks with a strangled cry, spilling down my throat as his hips jerk helplessly against my mouth. I swallow every drop, holding him steady with one hand while I keep stroking inside him with the other, dragging the orgasm out until he’s coming apart.

When Julian finally slumps forward, bracing a hand on the wall above me, I stay on my knees, licking my lips slowly before pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh.

“You look fucking wrecked,” I murmur, my voice dark with satisfaction. My hand drags lazily up his calf, fingers tracing the tremor in his muscles. “I could stay down here all night just worshipping you.”

He lets out a breathless laugh, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at me. “Don’t start with your smooth talk now. I can barely stand after that.”

I smirk against his skin, my lips brushing higher. “You love it.”

We change into our sleepwear and collapse into bed, listening to the sound of the waves lapping against the yacht, the wind tugging at the sails. For once, there’s no blood, no enemies—just the two of us, caught in the calm.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Vitale,” Julian sighs, almost smiling.

I press a kiss to the crown of his head, breathing him in. “Then I’ll die with you.”

Julian makes a quiet sound, somewhere between a scoff and a sigh, and sinks deeper against me.

His head finds its place on my chest, his breath warm and even against my skin.

I can feel the tension bleeding out of him with every exhale, his body softening in my arms like he finally believes he’s safe.

I wrap my arm around him tighter, pressing my lips to his hair one last time. The yacht rocks gently beneath us, the ocean carrying us everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Because right now, there’s nothing left to fight. Not the world. Not each other.

Julian’s breathing evens out, sleep dragging him under. I keep my eyes open, listening to the water and the wind, keeping watch the way I always do. Because no matter how much peace he finds in me, I’ll never stop guarding him.

If this is insanity, then I’ll burn in it with him. If loving him is madness, then let me lose my mind forever.

Because mercy, in the end, is just the shape of his hand in mine.