Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
ELLINOR
The fullness I am feeling at this moment is indescribable.
The stretch.
? * The stretch everywhere is almost to the point of pain, but not quite there. I groan to them, “I’m so fucking full.” And fuck, if this isn’t my favorite kind of pleasure. I’m just thankful I’ve found people who will let me have my fun and enjoy all my sexual fantasies, even when they’re so far from the norm.
Nash starts fucking into me at a wicked angle, and with how Zamir is moving me up and down on his cock, it’s causing Nash to pound the spot deep in me over and over. Between the feeling of my swollen clit rolling between my fingers, Nash and Zamir smashing their lips together right beside my face, and Marcello tied up and helpless in the corner, it is sensory over-load in the best way. I’m rubbing in the tightest circles, pulling my orgasm up from the depths of hell. They can come right behind me for all I care.
I know I’m close by the way sweat slicks my body and my legs start to shake. I yell, “Mmm, I’m coming.” My orgasm washes over me like a wave, and I think that’s what they were waiting for to really start fucking me like the cavemen these two really are.
Marcello announces to us, “Elle, I’m coming. I’m coming just for you.”
“You’ll have better odds coming for these two than me right now, Marcello Barone,” I say his last name on a breathless moan from the two of them working my body so well.
Zamir’s breathless, moaning out, “ Djale I Bukur , your cock feels so good on the underside of mine.”
“Z, shh, I’ll blow now, and I want this to last forever.” But he goes against his own words, starting to hammer into my pussy at a ruthless rate.
I can feel another orgasm building, and I know it’s from the both of them pressing on every possible spot that will have my eyes crossing while rolling to the back of my head. And like they’re connected on a deeper level, I feel both of their cocks pulsing, pumping their cum into me.
Nash gently kisses my forehead before slowly pulling out and leaning over me to do the same to Zamir over my shoulder. Nash stands and pulls me up off of Zamir, still holding me. “Are you good to stand?” He’s looking at me like I could fall to the ground at any moment.
“Yes, but I do have a plan for the mess you two have made between my legs.” I stalk over to where Marcello is tied up to see the evidence of his release all over his stomach as well. He looks more clear-headed and not so hazy from the pain medicine. His eyes follow me as I walk up to his chair. I look down at him and act like I’m nothing but disgusted by him coming on his stomach, but in all actuality, it’s hot as fuck.
He’s hot as fuck.
I straddle his lap and run my cum-dripping cunt through his cum, collecting it like poker chips. Then I stand on the chair, putting my pussy right in front of his face, and tell him, “Clean up the mess your boy toys made.”
He immediately grabs my ass, pulling me onto his face. I slide up, setting my clit on his nose to ensure he cleans the mess from every hole.
“I’ve fucking missed you, Bebé,” Nash says to Zamir, and I look over my shoulder at Nash’s huge frame straddling Zamir. And I think I would shed a tear from how cute these two are if Marcello wasn’t tongue deep in my cunt, cleaning the cum from it.
I slide my already overly sensitive clit back down to his mouth, not missing his mustache to add to the sensitivity. He pulls his mouth back, smiling, and I can appreciate how good his dentist is. If I hadn’t seen the chunks of teeth on the ground, I would’ve never known they were fucked up just a couple of hours ago. He looks like he’s about to question why I’ve pulled my holes away, but I cut him off. “I’m greedy, remember? Make me come again, Barone. That’s the one thing this mouth is good for. Shut the fuck up and suck.”
And suck, he does.
I grab his hair and ride his face like it’s my only job, and then I’m coming for the last time tonight, on the last man I should be. He’s getting too much enjoyment out of me using him, but I can’t help myself.
I straddle his lap, raise a brow at his gleeful expression, and pat his cheek twice. “Good boy.”
I’m up, striding into the bathroom, and my reflection is slightly shocking. The sweat on my face does nothing but piss me off. I yell out the bathroom door, “You all made me sweat off my fucking skin care.”
I wake to Zamir and Nash hovering over me in Marcello’s big-ass bed, they both kiss each side of my forehead. Z whispers, “We’re off to practice, Shpirt Im . Do you need anything while we’re out?”
It’s too early to be thinking. I shake my head and pull the covers back over my head. I hear the door open and shut to the bedroom, and I hate the little pang of panic that hits me from them leaving the apartment. I don’t want to be scared to leave this hellhole, but clearly, people have it out for us.
I’m sure Marcello sent them with a small army to practice anyway.
? * I wish Nash could’ve taken one more day to get back to himself after everything we’ve been through, but he’s already missed way too many practices. Not to mention, Zamir having to deal with the backup quarterback would end in him getting fined heavily for hurting him. I fell asleep last night listening to Zamir explain what’s been happening at practices. I’m surprised he hasn’t gotten in trouble from that whole situation, but I think their coach has a soft spot for him.
He hates that man so much.
That reminds me. I don’t know if Marcello even came to bed with us last night after we untied him and we all showered together. He dipped out and probably spent most of his night in his office trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
I lay there doom-scrolling on my phone for longer than needed, but again, you take these things for granted when you go without them for days. Giving myself grace, I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth and, of course, apply my morning skin care.
Then it hits me again that Marcello had every product I own in his bathroom when I got here the night my car exploded.
Every.
Goddamn.
Product.
He had them waiting for me here, in his bathroom. He may not have known they would blow my car up that night, but he had every intention of eventually having me in his space. And where the fuck am I now? In his goddamn bathroom, putting my skincare on like I wasn’t just kidnapped from his club for knowing him, used as bait, and found on the brink of death.
But what’s a bitch to do?
I’ve gotten my anger out at this point, perks of knocking teeth out I guess… I need answers now. What was he thinking when he started stalking me? When did he start? And the biggest question, why?!
Opening the bedroom door, I stop abruptly in the doorway. Marcello’s sitting on the ground with his back leaning up against the wall opposite of his room.
“What, do you draw the line at watching me while sleeping when I’m in your bed? Is it not fun for you anymore since you have me now?” He’s just staring at me a little too sheepishly for my liking. So I add, “We need to talk, Marcello.” I walk towards the kitchen, wanting to grab some food while I torment him a little more this morning. And he follows behind like he knows he should.
Once I have my eggs and toast made up, I get comfortable in one of the bar stools under the huge granite countertop overhang. He’s beside the stove leaning back on it, waiting for me to start with the questions. I eat a few bites, not looking at him until I’m good and ready.
Then I ask the broadest question I can, wanting to see what kind of fuckery this man comes up with. “Why?”
His eyes move from side to side in question as his brows pull together. I wish he wasn’t so pretty. It makes it a hundred times harder to be mean to this man. “I wanted you Ellie… but I couldn’t have you.” I go to interrupt but he keeps talking. “It wasn’t safe for me to have you, clearly, but we had a plan for all of us to be able to have you, and you still be protected.”
“Stop talking in code, Marcello, I’m exhausted.”
“Nash and Zamir were in on the tracking device because it would give us a chance at one of us getting you pregnant as well.”
He’s mentally unwell.
“Barone, this exact statement got your teeth pushed in last night…” I raise my brows, waiting for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t, so I ask, “None of you stupid fucks thought to ask me, the woman, the one with the brain, if this was a good idea? You would think having three of you would make you smarter, but I think it’s just good for my eyes.” Nothing else.
I take that back. My cunt is happy too.
“I know that now, and I’m truly sorry we didn’t just come to you, but I had a feeling you would say all of this. It was for your safety, Elle.”
“Marcello, pregnancy is one of the most life-threatening things to a person with a uterus. I’d much rather deal with your stupid mafia men than have to carry a child. Let alone bring it into this fucked up world. Especially the world that you run. The one that we’re all in now, no matter what. A child would have made everything so much harder.” The confusion lining his face has me adding more fuel to the fire. “Also, that birth control I’m guessing you took out of my body”—I practically growl the “my” out—“keeps my PCOS symptoms at bay. And guess what?!” I pause a second to make him think he can answer my question but keep talking, “Conceiving a child will not be easy for me, Marcello. I’ve been on hormonal birth control since I was thirteen. I would bleed through super tampons and pads in school so often, my mom would send extra clothes to the office because she didn’t want to have to come and get me when I was on my period. She quickly found out birth control would help the bleeding a little, and that was that. Anything to keep me out of her hair, and I complied, always. Never wanting to be the problem child.” Marcello may know me from then, but he has no fucking clue about some of the foul shit my mom would say to me, and how she treated me with pure disgust over what my body was doing on its own. It will forever stay with me.
I just started researching PCOS and the things that are out there now to help, but there’s truly not a lot besides hormonal birth control that has been shown to help. But I’m convinced doctors don’t fucking care to find anything else to help us. We’re just another prog in the wheel to help fund the shitty health care systems.
Sounding way too exhausted, I mutter, “I don’t know my body without help from outside hormones, and you’ve now taken that from me, Marcello. I just started living my life for me and selfishly don’t want that taken away from me anytime soon.”
“I can call Doc in, and he can place another one,” he rushes out, sadness taking over his features now that he realizes it’s not just the fun and breeding that he had planned.
“I will not put my career and schooling on hold, either, to carry your spawn. The kidnappings put me far enough behind on my school work, I’m sure.”
“Noah hacked into your school site and uploaded your assignments, and he may have bumped those grades up a smidge,” he says, way too proud of himself.
“Why can you not leave anything alone? Not everything needs to be fucked with by you.”
He’s baffled now. “I didn’t need you stressing, Ragazza Dolce. ”
“I’m in school, and it’s supposed to be stressful. And I didn’t plan to drop off the face of the earth for days at a time, either.”
“You know you don’t need schooling to be a successful business owner like you want to be. You have the desire to learn from the people around you. Sit with people you want to be like, and you’ll become that. A lot of the most successful business owners have no college degrees.”
“You have one,” I snip back.
“Only because I wanted out from my father’s ruling for a few years. I wanted to be a doctor, but I had to stop that when my father started burning every connection he had, dismantling our family one kill at a time.” I always forget Marcello was pre-med while he was studying in school. Which is so far from the ruthless businessman he is today. It does make my heart happy in the most fucked up way that he still gets to help people in some shape or fashion with the doctor and all the organ harvesting he does.
“You do need to call one of your goons to get me the morning-after pill, just in case. I don’t feel like leaving this apartment for a few days.” I’m not risking shit around here. Pregnancy-wise and safety-wise. I’m also making him text the doctor to call in another form of birth control. I think I will give the insertable ring a try, being that they’re so similar to the disc I’m used to wearing while on my period.
I refuse to be the dumb bitch that falls for her stalker… well, I’ve already fallen for him, but I will at least make him grovel like his life depends on it. And I sure as hell will not be pregnant before I’m ready.
That reminds me, I’ve been wanting my hair done, so I shoot off a text to Blair real quick.
Me
Hi babes
Blair
Oh, thank fuck you’re alive! *sad emoji face
I’ve missed you so much
Me
I’ve missed you too
Is there any way we can catch up while you fix these nasty roots of mine? I’ll make your uncle pay you whatever you want for the house call
Blair
Whatever I want?!
Duh, I’m in!
I’ll be over after I run to the shop to get the supplies.
Me
See you when you get here
Be careful, please
The knock on the door echoes through the oversized apartment no less than thirty minutes after I texted Blair. It was surprisingly quick, but it pulls me out of the haze I was in. The biggest shock is her actually knocking; this is her uncle’s place, but one thing I know about Blair is that she treats other people’s homes like they’re her own. As I swing the door open, I see a glowing Blair with her hands completely full with all the supplies to get to work on my hair. I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her until I hear a little squeak from her. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Ellie.” Holding her by her shoulder, I lean her away from me and look her in the eyes to see tears lining them. I’ve never been one to have a ton of girlfriends, but I find myself thanking whoever put us on the same path to work at Shenanigans together.
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