Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
ELLINOR
Now that we’re on the road, Nash looks like his brain is drifting to a place no one wants to be. I’m sure being back in his hometown isn’t anything he was expecting to be doing this evening.
? * Trying to distract him, I run my hand up his thigh touching mine. When he jerks his head to look at me, I keep running my hand up his thigh, eventually making it to his soft cock, which is still ridiculously big…
He grinds out, “Ellie, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Taking your mind off of everything that’s happened since you comforted me so well on the plane. This is the least I can do,” I say as I slide my knees to the floor, finding my place in between his legs.
Is this safe?
No.
Do I care?
Absolutely the fuck not.
I unbutton his jeans and slide them down enough to free his cock, that’s growing in size by the second. I suck him into my mouth, wanting to feel it grow inside me.
Rhett is driving, and Dino is in the passenger seat, and I hear Marcello threaten, “If either of you even peek at Nash or Ellie, I’ll snap both of your necks.”
They both instantly respond with, “Yes, Boss.”
Nash’s cock pulses in my mouth, and I smile up at him, internally laughing at his excitement over Cello’s possessiveness. I feel Zamir’s hand sliding down my chest to my stomach and easily slipping his hand into my leggings. He finds my throbbing clit with practiced ease, pinching it between his fingers and making me gasp. Nash uses that opportunity to shove into my throat, causing me to gag a little.
The low moan that comes out of Zamir has my cunt pulsing, begging to be filled.
I hate to tell her, but she will have to wait…
I’m bobbing up and down, moaning along with each suction around his tip. I watch his head hit the back of the headrest, and the pride that fills me knowing I’m the one pulling the pleasure from him, allowing him to forget reality for a minute, it’s my favorite thing watching the bliss pour over someone’s body from what I’m doing to them.
Zamir’s fingers are working overtime, circling my swollen nub, causing a whimper to creep up my throat. At least two fingers of Z’s shove into my waiting hole, and I have to pop off Nash and groan. I peek over at Marcello, and he’s rubbing his cock through his pants and doing the same to Zamir through his pants.
Fuck, they’re all so hot.
Add doing this in the car with Rhett and Dino, and the possessive growling coming from Marcello is enough to have me right on the edge of orgasm. I suck Nash back into my mouth working him with my hand as well. My other hand finds Marcello’s on Zamir’s cock, and I apply more pressure over Marcello’s, trying my hardest to at least have Zamir coming in his pant.
The hard set of his jaw is enough to tell me he’s close. Marcello has his mouth right next to his ear and starts to whisper, “ Uccisore , your noises are so pretty. Don’t hold back because we have other ears in here with us…”
Marcello picks up speed, finally causing Zamir to break character, moaning, “Cello… I need to come.”
“Come for us, Z,” Marcello whispers to him, and I feel his body tensing and jerking as he comes.
At the same time, I can feel Nash on the edge. “I’m about to come too, Ellie. Ellie,” he warns, but that just has me sucking even harder, practically begging for him to come down my throat. He grips the sides of my head, and the salty flavor hits the back of my throat in no time. I swallow it down greedily, pop off his cock, and sit there between his legs, pulling out the most innocent look I can muster up.
Zamir picks up speed on my clit, and between all their panting and heavy breathing as they comedown from their orgasms, and how wild this whole situation is, it has me screaming out, “I’m coming.”
“Great, now I’m covered in cum like a goddamn teenage boy with no self-control,” Zamir whines, and then says to Marcello, “And you didn’t even come. How is this fair?”
Marcello raises a brow, acting like we’re in the wrong for asking why he didn’t come. “I’m edging,” he says flatly but then adds, “It makes me a lot meaner, so whoever gets on my shit side today better watch their backs…”
We all settle back into our seats, and minutes later, we’re pulling up to the gate that I’m assuming opens to Dario’s property. As we stop at the gate to gain entrance from the guard shack, I see it reads, “El Camino Ramos, Est. 1960.” Since our arrival was planned, our entrance was quick and effortless.
Once we’re through the oversized security gates, I have to catch my chin from falling into my lap. His fucking ranch is beautiful. Calling this place a ranch, though, feels like the understatement of the year. It would look like a normal, stupid-rich person’s house, but what gives it away is the steel reinforcements around the windows. I’m guessing they’re there for security and safety; normal folks would not have those on the windows.
I’ve never seen Dario, but I can only assume this is him standing by his house with a couple of other people beside him. They have weapons strapped to them and look ready to snap necks at any moment.
He starts to introduce the people around him as we walk up to them. “This is Niccolo De Luca.” He points to the guy standing beside him. Niccolo is slightly taller than me but looks like he could crush anyone with his muscular legs.
Then my eyes land on Dario again. He’s a little bit taller than Niccolo, but the power pouring off of the man is unfathomable. With his short black hair and bronzed skin and that goddamn Spanish accent… I think I’m going to like being in the South. They might have to pull my ass back onto that plane.
Dario points to the woman standing on his other side. “And this is Isabella Romano.” She’s fucking beautiful.
Breathtaking.
She has a more petite frame, but the muscle I can see through her leggings and the holster that’s around her thigh is helping accentuate her ass so well. Her medium-length dark hair hits close to her huge tits, which I am immediately jealous over. I’m not jealous per se… more so appreciative.
I’m a walking pansexual billboard.
Dario’s very short and to the point, which I can appreciate.
Marcello introduces our whole crew, including the others in the second car. I’m sure they won’t remember our names, but introducing everyone is only proper.
I find myself appreciating the ranch. The property seems to expand in each direction, with no other houses in sight. The only other thing I can see is a huge black building off behind the house, but other than that, nothing.
We all walk into Dario’s big-ass ranch mansion, and he starts to run down all the things that have happened over the last two days they’ve been gone, and all I can hope is that whoever took them is leaving them alone as they did with us.
I know we got super lucky not being tortured and assaulted, and I know most aren’t as fortunate… but I’m also not trying to downplay what happened to us and hide away from the reality of it all. This is going to take lots of therapy and time to work through, but all of this is definitely stomping on that fresh wound in six-inch stilettos.
All I hear before zoning out is that they were sent some kind of fucked up video of the two that were taken, being tortured, and that’s enough for me to dip out of the kitchen. Everyone is gathered, but I head into the living room for a breather. I don’t want to relive all of that. I know it could’ve been so much worse, and I’m thankful it wasn’t, but I’m really trying to not glaze over the fact that mentally, that was some of the worst shit I’ve ever had to endure.
I mean fuck, we’ve been out of that bunker for less than forty-eight hours. I’m sure they’ll all understand where I’m coming from. And when I look up, I see Nash making his way to me, and he engulfs me in a hug that makes me stop worrying.
“I love you, Ellie Dixon.”
Hearing him utter those words makes me smile into his chest.
We can be fucked up together.
Everyone walks out of the kitchen an hour later with grim looks covering their faces that I don’t like one bit.
We head to another part of the house, entering some kind of torture-looking place, one that looks eerily similar to Marcello’s. Nash is quick to ask, “Does every scary mafia man have one of these places?”
“If they’re smart, they do.” The smug grin he has on his face says plenty.
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