Taking Over the Dark (High Stakes Syndicate #2)

Chapter 23

TWENTY-THREE

NASH

I answer Ellie for Zamir, “No, ma’am, you didn’t.”

Ellie hums, then blurts out, “Why did you let Marcello brand you?” Like the question has been on the tip of her tongue since he first exposed it at the warehouse.

? * Without missing a beat, Z starts to answer her, “I have scars littering my whole body… I wanted to be the one making the choice this time.” I run my hands over his stomach and ribs, feeling all the raised skin that covers this perfect human I’ve grown to know these past couple of months. Even when I can’t see the scars because they’ve been tattooed over, I know they’re there. The desire to sit down and trace each one while he tells me how he got it is higher than ever. “I needed Marcello to know it wasn’t me, and even with the blood pumping through my veins that belongs to the Prifti family, it means nothing compared to what the three of you mean to me. I would never do anything to put you in danger or harm you in any way.”

Now, knowing the heaviness this brand carries, it makes me proud of him to have been brave enough to trust Marcello, and the Barone family name, which he’s known a lot less time than his own family—his flesh and blood.

But you know what they say… when you know, you know. And I can attest to that a thousand times.

I admire the freshly healed brand on his chest that is now engraved over the tattoos that came before it. It stands out clearly. There will be no hiding this; I think that’s what he wanted. Our teammates will see it in the locker rooms, and I know he’ll wear it as a badge with pride. I’ve never thought of the brand that way, but I can only nod in agreement because who can blame someone for feeling the way he does.

His family.

He was put in the toughest position by people who were supposed to protect him.

I whisper, “I like that answer, Bebé. ” I’m basking in the feeling of the goosebumps that line his chest from my words.

“I like it too,” Ellie adds. Then she snaps her fingers, instructing me, “Now uncage him. I’m putting this no food in my system for days to good use while I can.”

It takes me a second to figure out what the hell she’s talking about… then it hits me.

We’re about to double-stuff our girl.

While Marcello’s stuck watching.

I’m on cloud nine.

I make quick work of putting the key into Z’s cock cage, undoing the chastity portion, and sliding it off his already-growing cock, being cautious of the piercing on the top of his foreskin. The sigh of relief that leaves his lips almost makes me feel bad for making him stay in it that long… but then I remember we were just held captive for three days.

Ellie has her legs spread wide open in front of us, and we have the perfect view back here. “Rub that greedy cunt while I suck my boyfriend,” I instruct Ellie as I lower to my knees again.

As my knees hit the floor, Marcello moans, grabbing my attention. My eyes land on the chair his legs are tied to, dragging my eyes up his legs, finally landing on him. Both of his hands grip his cock, twisting it up and down like he’s churning goddamn butter.

I cringe at the thought of the barbells being twisted around in his cock, but I’m sure he loves the twinges of pain.

I guess I haven’t seen a ton of other men jack off… but this seems very aggressive. Then I remember who I’m talking about.

Marcello Barone.

Of course he masturbates that way.

I inwardly laugh, then take Zamir’s fully erect cock into my mouth. He quickly grabs the sides of my head like he’s extra sensitive. So I tease, while freeing his head completely and swirling my tongue around it. “This pretty cock is pulsing beautifully for me.” I give him a genuine smile and swallow him to the back of my throat. I didn’t think sucking dick would be for me, but I can say with everything in me, I love it. Knowing what I like when I get someone’s mouth on me, and getting to put that to practice, seeing if it works on them too. It’s my new favorite thing.

My hand is sure to follow in front of my mouth in a firm grip I know would have my eyes crossing. I’m bobbing up and down on him, all while getting to watch Ellie out of the corner of my eye.

This will never be topped.

? * I see her slap her clit a few times, then Z asks, “You like when that pretty pussy gets smacked? Scoot down here so I can get those holes ready for us.” His voice is a few octaves lower than usual, and that alone sends what feels like a lightning bolt right through my cock. I wrap my hand around my heavy cock that’s leaking pre-cum onto the floor below me and pump into my fist a few times.

“Mmm.” I moan onto his cock, making his grip on my head tighten, and I can see his huge thighs flexing from the pleasure.

Ellie has moved to the end of the bed with us, and Zamir’s left hand leaves my head while he grabs the top of my hair with his right, still maintaining full control over me while being able to touch Ellie at the same time.

“Too bad you don’t know how to be a normal fucking human, Marcello. I could be riding that fucking face of yours and putting that beard of yours to good use.” She pauses, moaning as Zamir inserts two fingers into her begging cunt that’s right in front of the both of us now. “But no, you had to keep running that mouth of yours, didn’t you? It wasn’t enough to hide that you were stalking me that entire time. You had to throw in that you placed a goddamn tracker in me too?”

The fact that we’re having this conversation while Zamir’s cock is in my mouth and his fingers are inside her is astonishing… but here we are. I don’t think she’s put two and two together that he replaced the birth control that was in her arm with the tracker. And I don’t know what she’ll end up harming when she figures that out…

That’s a Marcello conversation, though. I’ve caused enough trouble just by telling her that he was her stalker.

Does that stop me from wanting to breed that tight pussy of hers?

Nope .

With the sinister eyes I give Zamir, I know he can tell what I’m thinking. There’s no way she wants me in her ass over Zamir, so I sure as hell get to breed her tonight.

I pop off of Z’s cock to peek around at Marcello, only to see him giving me the same wicked smile I just gave Z. The fuck still looks out of it from the pain meds. How his cock is able to stay hard right now is baffling to me. Anytime I’ve been on pain medicine, getting my cock hard felt like a bridge I could never get across. Let alone coming while on them.

“Get my ass ready, Big Boy,” Ellie says while uncapping the lube and putting the bottle out towards me. I give her my two fingers, letting her douse them in the jelly substance. I rub both fingers around the puckered hole. While mine and Z’s hands are touching, the thrill that runs through me at how close we’re about to be when fucking her at the same time is enough to have me leaking more pre-cum into my hand.

I press in with one finger past her tight ring of muscle, working the lube in and letting her stretch around me so beautifully. As I pump in and out of her, I grab Zamir’s cock with my other hand so I can focus on her fully. I watch as he inserts a third finger, and she lets out an animalistic moan followed by, “More. I need more.”

I murmur mostly to myself, a quiet, “Greedy,” as I feel her body tighten around me.

Zamir confirms my assessment, repeating after me, “Greedy.”

In his trance, Marcello doesn’t miss a beat as he watches with hungry eyes. “Greedy.”

Ellie narrows her eyes at Marcello, and he lowers his sex-heavy eyes. She barks out, “More! I am a greedy whore. Clearly, there’s three of you fucks for a reason.”

Right as I press a second finger into her, Zamir lowers his mouth to the top of her pussy, and I can hear the suction echo in the quiet of the room. He doesn’t start slow. No, he dives straight into sucking while simultaneously fucking her with his three fingers.

Ellie’s lower back is off the bed, arching beautifully as my fingers stretch her tight hole. “Z, fuck. I’m going to come. Harder!” His hand starts moving at lightning speed up and down, and for a second, I think I’ll be able to keep up with his pace… but there’s no way. I’m still pumping in and out at my normal pace when I feel her whole body tense and begin to shake.

Before I know if Zamir’s hand is out of her, her release is spraying, coating my arm and chest, and after the initial shock, the grin that finds my lips is that of a feral beast.

I’m covered in her.

Her release.

And I need more immediately.

In one swift motion, Z lays beside her with his legs on the floor and pulls her onto his lap facing me. His quick maneuver pulls my fingers out of her, but his cock is right there, hard and ready to fill her needy hole. Instinctively, I hold his cock in my firm grip while I grab for the lube to prep him for Ellie. No matter how much you prep beforehand, the more lube, the better.

Running my hand up and down his thick length and holding it in place for Ellie, I look right into her eyes, inches away from her face. “You ready, Mi Amor ?”

She reaches up with both hands, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me closer to close the gap between us. I press my lips into hers, and she immediately opens for me, and I feel her shift down a little bit. Zamir is gripping her hips and fully controlling her movements while being so gentle. Her ass cheeks meet my hand that’s still holding Zamir in place for her. She begins to move up and down his length a few times, and as she starts to accept more and more of him, the pleasure on her face says it all.

I go ahead and lube up my cock with my other hand while she fully seats herself on Zamir. I’m gripping her strong and equally soft thighs while praising her beautiful body. “I got that hole of yours nice and ready, didn’t I? Look at this pretty ass swallowing Zamir up so greedily.”

I know this is going to be a tight fit with both of us in her. And I do not need her getting hurt on my conscience. I’ve seen her carry enough hurt for a lifetime over these past couple of days. I want her to enjoy this the way I know she can. The need for her to feel empowered by the end of all of this is visceral in me.

As long as Marcello doesn’t act like a fuck-hat, I think we’ll be good.

Grabbing my lubed cock in my hand again, I run it up and down her already-soaked cunt, trying to get her prepared for the both of us.

“Come on, Nash. I need your cock in me. Now!” She smirks. “Don’t you want to feel your boyfriend’s cock from the inside?”

And that last sentence has me notching the head of my cock into her even tighter than normal pussy. I’m moaning freely. “Oh my fucking god, Elle.”

I hold there with just my head in, trying to let all of us take a breather and to make sure I don’t blow within three seconds of being inside her.

Zamir’s voice is strained, like he’s trying to hold back, when he asks, “I’ll move her up and down on my cock. You worry about following and fucking into her. Ellie, can you take over rubbing that clit for us?” I spit right onto her throbbing, swollen clit, ensuring she has enough slickness to work with.

Once her fingers are strumming it, I look into her eyes and put my own fingers up in front of her face. “Suck my fingers since you can’t have your third cock in you. I know the greedy slut wants more.” I pry her mouth open with my two fingers, pressing into her tongue and slowly sliding them in, watching as she tries not to gag. I add, “What if I wanted to suck Cello’s cock instead of you? Or maybe Zamir did. Would you still have been greedy and taken it anyway?”

She whimpers and nods in response.

At least she doesn’t lie.

“Greedy.”

“Greedy.”

“Greedy.”

All three of us chime in again, and everyone sounds more and more pent up with the need not to come too early. I know they want this to last forever if they feel how I am right now.

Her wet hair from the shower is hanging in front of Zamir’s face as she rides him like her favorite mechanical bull on the strip.

Yes, there are mechanical bulls in Vegas; I’ve been forced to ride one too many since being here.

She’s breathtaking, but all I want to do is take hers. I wrap my hand around her throat, careful not to squeeze just yet. Right as she goes to smart off with that fucking mouth of hers, I shove in to her impossibly tight cunt all the way to the hilt, squeezing the sides of her neck in unison. Her head is tilted all the way back now, giving me complete access to her neck. And when she finally brings her head up where I can see her face, the most sinister smile has found her lips.

She pants out with what little air she has left in her lungs, “Oh. My. God.”

Zamir says with an almost a pained expression, “I’m not going to last. Her ass is squeezing me so tight.” Fuck, knowing he’s close has me right there behind him.

The feeling of his cock on the other side of her walls has the corners of my vision going black.

She pulses around me while she furiously rubs her clit that’s wet with my spit.

I hear Marcello grunt a couple of times and then start to beg Ellie, “ Ragazza Dolce , can I come? Please?!” She just shakes her head in response. Not giving him even a second glance.

“I’m going to come first, and these two are going to fill my greedy holes; then maybe I’ll think about coming over there and letting you clean me up.”

Fuck, I just remembered she doesn’t have her birth control in her anymore… Us messing with that was supposed to make these other mafia families leave us alone, but I don’t think that would have stopped Zamir’s family—or anyone else for that matter.

* ? can you see me in the dark? - Halestorm, I Prevail

* ? Worship - Ari Abdul