Taking Over the Dark (High Stakes Syndicate #2)

Chapter 17

SEVENTEEN

MARCELLO

I fess up to Ellie, needing her to know the truth. Well, as much as I can own up to right now without her chopping my balls off and feeding them to me.

You know what? Those would make a marvelous gag…

? * “Since I’m already on the shit list, and this goes along with this conversation… You have a tracker in your arm, but since they had you in a Faraday cage, all the signals were blocked, so it was as good as useless.”

Ellie ignores what I just said as she walks over to my cabinet and rummages through it. I turn around to watch, and when I see she has the ball gag in her hand, I give her a feral grin and say, “Oh, Ragazza Dolce … If you wanted to be gagged, all you had to do was ask.”

She walks up to me, and before I even see it coming, she slaps me clean across the face. “Open your mouth, Barone. I’m sure Nash has enough energy to help me pry it open if you want to put up a fight.” The matching feral grin on her face has to be competing with mine.

I love her like this.

I don’t put up a fight, though. I open my mouth but add before I can’t, “Do I get tied up too?”

Ellie barks back as she pulls the gag around my face, clanking the ball on my teeth, “No. You’re going to find some self-control that you don’t seem to have normally.” She’s behind me, fastening the strap. “I wish this ball gag were a goddamn pool ball so I could knock your fucking teeth out with it.”

Ok, she’s pissed.

Zamir speaks up from his position held by the ropes. “Since we’re making confessions… in the stress of you both being gone, I sucked Marcello off.” Ellie tilts her head to the side, probably trying to figure out why he felt the need to tell them that, and I see a wicked gleam in Nash’s eyes.

“What do we do with them now?” Nash questions Ellie, and if my mouth weren’t stretched to the max, I would be smiling like a fool.

Her finger flies out, pointing at me as she narrows her eyes. “Go sit in that funky-looking chair and hold still, or I’ll tie you to it and leave you in here all night.” She looks harder at the leather chaise, and I see the moment she registers the built-in cuffs and latch points attached. “Oh goody, it already has everything I need on the chair. Sit and watch. Enjoy the show, Barone.”

Her using my last name should piss me off, but I love it. I think it’s really just knowing she’s pissed the hell off at me, and the only thing I want is to keep her this way. See how far I can push her before she finally snaps.

A psychologist would have a field day with me, that’s for certain.

Zamir breaks the silence. “Nash, Ellie… I’m so thankful my father didn’t hurt you two worse than he did.” He’s looking down at his dangling bare feet, adding, “I promise on everything, even my life, I had nothing to do with all of this and was as blindsided as all of you waking up in that supply closet.”

Ellie stalks up to Zamir’s dangling form and starts to trace her fingers across his waist, circling his whole body. I watch as she does this a couple of times and see the struggle on Zamir’s face trying to keep the blood from rushing to his cock. Nash’s huge, broad body is standing in front of me. He pushes me back to lay on the chaise, and I even shock myself by not fighting him. Every fiber of my body wants to know what he has up his sleeve.

“Since my boyfriend already sucked you off, it’s only right that I get a taste too, right?” Nash pulls his brows up in question, and I don’t miss the way Zamir’s breath hitches at the mention of Nash calling him his boyfriend. Nash has given me subtle hints of interest in me, but I haven’t pushed him, knowing he would come to me once he’s ready.

You couldn’t wait until Ellie figured things out and came to you on her own now, could you?

Ellie instructs from across the room, “Nash, I want you teasing Marcello, and you, Zamir, tell your boyfriend how to suck your other boyfriend how he likes his cock sucked.” She’s still circling Zamir, and he’s watching her every move with rapt attention.

I look up at Nash and wait for instructions from him. Well, I guess we’re both waiting for the instructions from Zamir. They’re driving this situation, not me. I’m excited to sit back and relax this time around and very curious to see what he has in store for us. Plus, watching Ellie enjoy herself will always brighten up any day of mine.

Well, night, technically.

Nash and Zamir have practice tomorrow, and I’m going to need Nash resting as much as he can before, but I need to feel his lips wrapped around my cock a little more.

? * Zamir commands me, “Up. Strip. I want your cocks out.” As I stand, Nash grabs me through my pants, palming my dick with his firm, sure grip. It’s already straining against my zipper and has been since I started tying Zamir up earlier. I unbutton my trousers and slide them down my legs, pulling each leg free and folding them up nice and neat, setting them on the back of the chair.

Zamir whistles and says, “No briefs under those tight-ass pants? Very slutty of you, Barone.” I pin Zamir with a glare, but Nash has my attention again, pulling his T-shirt over his head with one hand, then stripping out of his sweats and boxers as confident as ever.

Zamir instructs, “Tease him, Nash.” That fucker knows I don’t like the teasing shit, and the smirk on his lips tells me he knows just that.

Nash slides his hand up the underside of my cock. He’s careful not to miss even one of my seven barbells. I hiss at the sensitive sensation coursing through me and the filthy thoughts I have on replay.

Then Nash leans down, whispering beside my ear, “These will feel very different in my mouth than Zamir’s single piercing…” I narrow my eyes at him, trying to convey without words to put my cock in his mouth.

It doesn’t work.

All it does is spur him on to keep talking with his disgusting mouth.

“Beg me with those pretty blue eyes for me to put you in my mouth.” I try my hardest to beg with my eyes, looking up at him with every ounce of innocence left in me.

He throws his leg over me, straddling this chaise, and sitting his ass between my legs that are sprawled straight out. “Nope, not good enough,” he breathlessly breathes out as he moves his head, acting like he’s finally going to suck me into his mouth, but instead, he lets his breath fan across me, sending chills racking my body.

“Come on, Cello, I know you can beg so pretty,” Zamir teases as Nash is doing all the work.

Nash continues, letting his bottom lip brush the skin holding each bar of my piercings. Thankfully, this chair is the perfect shape to lay in, and my position still allows me to sit upright enough to watch everything he’s doing to me.

His tongue darts out, tasting the pre-cum gathered at the tip, and pulls away again while shaking his head back and forth, purring, “It’s such a pretty cock. It’d be a shame not to get a taste of it…”

This big fucker could have the most experienced person in the bedroom blushing like a goddamn nun.

He looks so good between my legs, but I take a peek over at Zamir and Ellie; she’s down on her knees in front of Zamir, teasing him between each opening of the cock cage. He’s trying his hardest to keep his eyes on us to be able to keep instructing Nash, but I can see his cock growing, and I know he’s given up hope trying to keep his erection away as he tips his head back in pure bliss. He loves the pain, he said, so we’ll see how well he does with this.

I hear a smack, and it registers that it was my cock. I snap my head back to Nash, pull my brows together, and give my head a quick shake in question.

Why the hell is everyone slapping me today?

In a serious tone, Nash tells me, “I’m between your legs right now. Your eyes are to be on me.”

My brows raise as I let my head fall back in frustration. Nash starts to kiss, lick, and suck his way up my stomach to my chest. He looks at me when his tongue darts out, licking one of my nipples, then pulls back to blow on it. My whole chest lines with goosebumps. If he keeps this up, I’ll end up busting on my stomach from the weight of his muscular body on top of me. Add the filth that comes out of his sinful mouth—yeah, I won’t survive this one.

My face must have softened on its own because Nash praises, “There you go. Look, I knew you had it in you.”

“Now show him what that mouth does, Djale I Bukur. ”

With his weight still pressing into me almost too perfectly, his mouth continues to trail up between my pecs, and he places three kisses on each collarbone. When he gets to the center of my neck, he licks up to my Adam’s apple and immediately sucks the skin into his mouth right where my beard ends on my neck. All while moving his hips back and forth, causing our cocks to line up perfectly with one another. The whimper that crawls up my throat catches me off guard but only spurs Nash on. Our cocks are rubbing up and down against one another. The added pressure and friction on my dick has me tipping my head back again, but this time to give Nash more room to work his glorious lips all over my neck.

“Does that feel good, Sir?” Lifting my head back up, I give him a nod, because how the fuck could any of this not feel good?

When he sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth, I moan shamelessly. If I could beg with my mouth, I would start now. I want his mouth on me more than a dog wants a bone.

I grab his hip in a punishing grip, moving his body up and down against mine a little faster. I watch as the arm that’s propping him up beside my head begins to flex. The faster I move him, the quicker his breathing is getting, and I know he’s about to bust all over me…. I’m right there, too.

The tingling feeling shooting down the base of my spine to the back of my thighs has me gripping him even harder.

He’s not moving.

I’m getting my orgasm.

Fuck. I’m goi?—

I don’t get to finish my thought as he pushes down to the bottom of the chaise, getting away from me as quick as he can. He’s on his knees looking up at me, and if looks could kill, he’d be on the brink of death.

I’ve never been denied an orgasm. But I do know how satisfying it is once I can come…

If he and Zamir let me.

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