Taking Over the Dark (High Stakes Syndicate #2)

Chapter 22

TWENTY-TWO

ZAMIR

The sweet dentist asks, “Do I even want to know what happened here?” She glances over her shoulder and looks at the mess Nash is cleaning up. “I told you, Barone, this mouth of yours would get you in trouble. I even told him these teeth were too pretty to knock out.”

I can tell Marcello’s already in another dimension after those pain meds. Anna starts to work on his teeth now, and the view of Ellie still sitting beside him eating away at her ice cream will forever be engraved in my head. The look on her face is puzzling. I can tell she wants to hate him and what he’s done, but at the same time, I can see the internal battle that she’s having because she knows how protective Marcello is. I don’t know Ellie’s other plans for Marcello, but I know one thing: she’s not done making that man suffer.

? * After cooking and forcing Ellie and Nash to eat some real food, we start towards the master bedroom. Marcello has one arm slung over my shoulder and the other over Nash’s as we walk him into his room. Ellie came in here half an hour ago after scarfing down her tacos Nash made to grab a quick shower with all of her products that she has missed so much—her words, not mine. I can only imagine how good it feels, and will feel, to be back here and sleeping in the bed she’s used to, and not the sandy ground of a bunker.

As if my dick is trained to pay attention walking into any bedroom with these two by my side, it twitches, and I’m brought back to the cock cage that it’s currently in.

Then my eyes land on a naked Ellie standing at the bathroom counter, applying her skincare. I take the moment to appreciate the work of art her body truly is. Soft lines flow over her stomach, rounding her sides to her thighs and ass, emphasizing her feminine beauty and curves. But they don’t take away from the visible strength she carries in the muscles of her quads and arms; if anything, it all draws me to her more, ready to drop to my knees and beg for her to spare me a single glance. Hell, I’d be happy if she spit in my direction.

Her wet jet-black hair cascades over her shoulders and down to her mid-back. The details of the floral tattoo covering her arm catch in the light as she moves her arm to apply god knows what to her beautiful face. Looking at her bare body is not doing my caged cock any favors.

We carry a drowsy Marcello to the oversized circular chair with the high back, where he slumps down in it, unable to hold himself up. We start to undress him, planning on putting him straight to bed, but then I feel Ellie press into my back and whisper, “I want him completely bare, and strap his legs to each leg of the chair.”

I look at the chair again and then at Ellie, questioning how this will be possible with how far the legs are apart. She adds, “Figure it out. He doesn’t have to be comfortable. Fuck knows I wasn’t comfortable when I thought I was being stalked by a psycho.”

Nash speaks up, probably feeling braver that Marcello’s so out of it. His reaction time would be a lot better than Cello’s in his current state.“I think he fits the psycho bill, Mi Amor. ”

I add to Ellie and Nash’s little side conversation, “Even I have a strong stomach but can’t sit right beside the dental work happening and still be eating ice cream like you were, Ellie. I think you may be the true psycho here.”

I can’t focus on tying Marcello up. My eyes freely roam Ellie’s body as she struts over to the California king that looks like it’s a full-sized bed compared to the size of this room. She slowly crawls towards the headboard. I turn back to the task at hand once she’s settled back against the many pillows and get to work undressing our man-child.

Before I know it, Nash has Marcello’s legs sprawled out, tied to each chair leg, and all Marcello’s doing is lying his head back, relaxing like the cuck-king he is. Finding out Marcello is so into watching really took me by surprise. I didn’t think his possessive ass would let anyone else besides himself touch Ellie, then he shocked the hell out of everyone by letting us fuck her while he sat and watched, completely enjoying it.

As I stand to my full height beside Nash, both looking down at this powerful man strapped to the chair, I’m aware this shouldn’t be doing what it is to me. We left his arms free just in case he wanted to touch himself, but I know Ellie won’t let him come any time soon. So, this will just be another way for her to torture him.

My cock is pressing against my dark-washed jeans, and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this cock cage. Coming is my top priority, but I don’t know where Ellie’s head is after what just went down in the kitchen. I grab myself, adjusting as much as I can, but that draws Nash’s attention right to my dick. Genuinely, I don’t know how I got these pants zipped back up over the cock cage, but I did. Ellie’s voice grabs our attention. “Take each other’s clothes off. Nice and slow.”

Nash grabs me by my neck, and I’m ready to melt for this man instantly. We hold one another’s gaze for a moment, and then he’s tracing that same hand that was holding my neck down my chest and over every muscle lining my stomach. Once he reaches the hem of my shirt, he slowly pulls it up my body. He tosses it onto Marcello, and for a second, I think he’s just going to leave it there, but then he grabs it, smashing it to his nose. Marcello inhales like my scent is the only thing that will keep him alive in this lifetime and hums in approval.

My cock is fighting this cage so fucking hard.

I pull Nash’s T-shirt off his upper body, and my hum of approval at Nash Hayden’s remarkable body matches that of Cello taking in my scent.

This is my quarterback.

My teammate.

My boyfriend.

And with that realization, even if it’s not official, I grab the back of his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss. This kiss feels like every ounce of want and need is being poured into my soul. And he’s one third of the reason. The moan that leaves Ellie’s mouth has Nash and I pulling apart to look and see what has her making the sounds of pleasure.

Her attention is on us and only us. I forget how much she loves watching us enjoy one another… it’s one of my favorite things about her, though. She’s so accepting of us and never bats an eye when we want to explore.

That’s how all this started with Nash.

Exploration.

But now, my only hope is that we’re past that phase knowing how short life truly can be, and that he realizes we can all grow with one another, know we have each other’s backs, no matter what. Including against our own families.

Fuck knows we all have issues on that front.

“Rub that pretty pussy for us, Mi Amor, ” Nash requests.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to when you were around? I remember one of you saying it was ‘your cunt,’ if I recall correctly.” She tilts her head to the side, wanting one of us to protest, and I just snicker because I know exactly what she’s talking about. And after seeing what she did to Marcello tonight… I’m steering clear.

Well, besides offering orgasms.

Orgasms help everything.

“Get over there and help her while I get undressed,” Nash takes his commanding tone with me, and I swear I’ve never realized how much these three truly affected me until this moment, trying with everything in me to keep the blood from pumping to my caged cock.

As I stalk across the room, I feel Ellie’s full attention on me with each step. Standing at the end of the bed, I begin unbuttoning my pants, slowly dragging my zipper down. I pull my pants down, freeing my caged cock, and the little gasp she lets out in return tells me she completely forgot I was wearing it. I feel Nash behind me, pressing his whole body to mine. When I turn my head to meet his mouth, I taste the metal of the key on my tongue as he pries my mouth open with his own. With our mouths locked, he circles me before pulling away slightly to run the wet key down my neck, to my chest, intentionally scraping over each nipple on the way down. He continues his descent over my stomach, finally stopping where I need him the most.

Ellie asks, “Did I say you could get out of your cage?”

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