That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia (Accidental)

Chapter 25

E nzo’s large bathroom is all dark-gray slate with matte-gold accents. It’s minimal, polished, refined, and sexy. The massive walk-in shower has no fewer than a thousand shower-heads. Obviously, that’s an exaggeration, but water comes at me from everywhere.

I play with the settings, putting the water just below the temperature of magma. Adjusting the sprayers and jets, I fiddle with the keypad on the shower wall. Ambient lighting and music create the perfect symphony, and I am finally ready for my shower.

I was going to just use Enzo’s shampoo and soap, but I should have known better. Everything I love is here—my brands of shampoo, my favorite scents of soaps and scrubs.

It makes me want to cry. It’s like they’ve all been holding their breath, waiting for me to come back into their lives.

But I giggle instead when I see enough lube to stock a sex store. I look through the flavored ones, guessing which ones Jax picked out, before picking up the peach flavor and then putting it back.

With the world’s best water pressure, I wash my hair twice, then put in conditioner. I scoop out a big dollop of sugar scrub and use a mitt to exfoliate my legs and feet. Rinsing my body off and tipping my hair back into the spray, chills run down my spine. I feel the warmth of Enzo’s eyes on me and turn my head, finding him leaning against the doorframe.

His button-down shirt is untucked and open, giving me a fantastic view of the muscles sculpting his chest and abs. He’s ditched his tie, socks, and shoes, looking the most relaxed and casual I’ve seen him in a long time.

Arms crossed over his chest, one ankle crossed over the other, he just watches.

Jax’s arm appears, sliding around Enzo’s chest. He’s wearing only his dark jeans, unbuttoned, the zipper slightly down, giving me a glimpse of the thin line of dark hair disappearing under his waistband.

I grin at them and wring the excess water from my hair. Walking to the end of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that keeps the water in the giant shower, I lean my head against it.

“You know, I bet if I scoot over, we could all squeeze in here together.”

Accepting my invitation, they stride toward me, removing their clothes. They meet me at the shower, taking me in, devouring my wet, naked body with their gazes. My skin tingles everywhere they look, my nipples pebbling from their proximity.

I greedily take in their sculpted bodies—the unrestricted view of Enzo’s beautiful dick. It really is the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure what it is about it that makes it so gorgeous, but my mouth waters as I look down his shaft. I outright groan when Jax fists his own.

Enzo’s large hands take my hips, guiding me back to the sprayers, and Jax follows, his hands sliding along my body. I kiss Enzo’s chest, rolling my tongue around one of his nipples. Enzo slides his hand along Jax’s wet skin and cups his ass. Jax pulls our brooding boss into a kiss, groaning appreciatively at the taste of Enzo.

“Let us take care of you?” I kiss Enzo’s chest again, softly, with reverence. He almost died today. In fact, I think for a minute there, he did. Jax brought him back to life, and I know neither of us wants to consider how differently tonight could have ended.

Enzo palms my jaw, angling my face to him for a kiss. It’s deep and rich, filling me with reassurance that he’s here, that he’s not leaving—not this time. Jax reaches between us, his hand wrapping around Enzo’s cock, stroking him while placing kisses on his shoulder.

“Will you let us make you feel good?” Jax squeezes Enzo’s dick, and Enzo’s mouth drops open. He releases a moan that I catch when I seal my lips around his again.

“Say yes, Enzo.” I run my tongue along his full bottom lip.

“Fuck, yes.” He closes his eyes and tips his head back as I add my hand to Jax’s, and we work his hard length together.

I select a flavored lube and pour a generous amount into my palm. Setting the bottle aside, I rub my hands together and drop to my knees on the warm, tiled floor. With one hand on each of them, I stroke their cocks, the lube allowing my hands to glide easily.

Jax is first. Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I suck it into my mouth. “Fuck, Peach,” Jax groans, his muscles tightening. I stroke Enzo’s length as I work up and down Jax’s shaft, taking him fully into my throat. Relaxing my jaw, I swallow him entirely, sucking and building pressure until his groans echo around us.

Pulling back slowly, I circle Jax with my hand and turn to Enzo. “Jax is going to fuck you. I’m going to drink your cum.” I squeeze him, running my tongue the full length of his erection.

“Christ,” Enzo breathes, his voice shaky.

“I’ll let you pick out the lube he uses to fuck your ass.” Without waiting for an answer, I grip his hips and take him into my mouth, sucking him the way I know he likes it—hard. He loves it rough, with teeth grazing his shaft and nails biting into his thighs.

“Oh, Delaney,” he moans, fisting my wet hair as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. The sharp sting of his cock pushing deep into my throat draws a muffled grunt from me.

“I said you could pick out the lube, Enzo,” I tease, pulling back just enough to speak. “I did not tell you to fuck my mouth like a brute.” I stroke him, placing light kisses along his length as Jax’s hand slides between Enzo’s cheeks, teasing his hole.

“Be a good boy, Enzo, and I’ll fuck you like the slut you are.” Jax’s voice is rough as he bites Enzo’s ear, his hand squeezing Enzo’s firm ass. “Is that what you want? To be our whore?”

“Yes,” Enzo whispers, his voice trembling. Reaching out, he grabs a bottle from the shelf.

This powerful mogul, the head of an empire, wants to surrender control. It’s his release, his trust. Tonight, he’s giving that to us.

I keep my eyes on Enzo as I lavish his cock, my lips sliding over his heated skin. Jax drips lube onto his fingers, letting it run down, and Enzo’s eyes track the movement like he’s hypnotized.

“Are you ready to come for us, baby?” Jax licks the column of Enzo’s neck as he works a lubed finger inside him.

“Please.” Enzo’s head falls back, his hand tightening in my hair. I watch Jax’s arm flex as he pumps into him.

I pull back with a pop, releasing Enzo’s cock. “I think our good boy deserves another finger.” I run my tongue along his shaft. “Do you want another, Enzo?”

“Yes,” he gasps.

Jax withdraws his finger, teasing him. “Say please.”

“Yes, please. I want another,” Enzo pleads, his voice hoarse.

“So good for us.” I take him back into my mouth, my teeth gently grazing his skin as Jax rewards him with a second finger.

We work him slowly, building his pleasure in waves without letting him crest. Jax sucks on Enzo’s nipple while his cock brushes the back of my throat, drawing soft, desperate noises from him.

“Do you like our queen on her knees for you?” Jax adjusts his fingers, hitting a spot that makes Enzo moan.

“Yes. She feels so good on my cock,” Enzo murmurs, his hands curling into fists. He’s holding back, letting us keep control of his pleasure.

“Are you starving for my dick, Enzo?” Jax’s teeth graze Enzo’s neck as I nip at the head of his cock.

“Fuck, please,” Enzo pants, his voice trembling with need.

Jax slicks his cock with lube, positioning himself behind Enzo. “Hands on the wall,” he commands, teasing Enzo with the head of his dick. Slowly, he pushes inside, drawing a guttural groan from Enzo.

“I love fucking your ass, Enzo.” Jax moves with long, deliberate strokes, his pace matching my mouth’s rhythm. “You’re so tight.” His hand smacks Enzo’s cheek, and we both pick up our pace.

I squeeze Enzo’s cock as I suck him harder, my teeth grazing him lightly. His moans grow louder, his pleasure building.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum because I know you’re a slut for it, aren’t you?” Jax’s thrusts grow sharper, his voice rough.

“Yes. I love it,” Enzo cries, his voice breaking.

I take him deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat as I work my tongue and jaw in tandem. My fingers find my clit, circling it as my arousal pools low in my belly.

“She’s fucking herself while she sucks you,” Jax growls, his hips snapping into Enzo. “Do you want to come now, Enzo?”

Enzo nods, unable to form words.

“Don’t come until Delaney does,” Jax commands, his tone firm. Enzo groans, his body trembling as he holds back his release.

“You’re doing so good for us, Enzo. Such a good boy. I think I’ll fuck you again,” Jax teases, his voice dripping with promise.

“Yes,” Enzo gasps, his hands flattening against the wall. He’s on the edge, waiting for permission.

I thrust my hips harder against my hand, the pressure on my clit building to a breaking point. My orgasm crashes over me, my cries muffled as I suck Enzo’s cock. The sound of my pleasure pushes him over the edge.

Jax pounds into him, his own climax shattering as Enzo’s release floods my mouth. I drink it down, savoring every pulse of his orgasm. As the tension leaves my body, I grip his hips, pressing my face to his pelvis, showing him how deeply he’s buried in my throat.

“Christ, Delaney,” Enzo huffs, his body sagging against the wall. He turns, leaning his forehead against Jax’s.

“You’re so perfect,” Jax murmurs, kissing Enzo tenderly before pulling out of him.

I rise slowly, placing a soft kiss on the tip of Enzo’s cock before standing.

“But we’re not finished with you yet,” Jax says, his gaze flicking to me with hunger. He turns off the water, pulling me to him. My back presses to his chest as Enzo’s lips find my neck. Their hands roam my body, reigniting the fire in my veins.

“I want to watch you come on his face, Peach,” Jax murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as his hands slide down my waist as he looks to Enzo. “And I’m going to fuck you again while I watch you suffocate on her cunt.”

Enzo nods with a breathy exhale, his cock still hard against my hip. He lifts me effortlessly, cradling me in his strong arms. Our mouths meet immediately, hungry and desperate, as he carries me out of the bathroom. His hands grip my ass firmly, teasing me as the head of his cock brushes against my wet folds.

I pull back slightly, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. “You know Jax didn’t tell you to fuck me, right?” My tone is teasing, but my grip on his hair tightens, a silent warning.

Enzo smirks, clearly tempted to disobey, but he doesn’t. He knows who’s in charge tonight. When we reach the bedroom, he sets me down on the edge of the bed, his hands lingering on my hips. I lean in, nipping at his bottom lip. “Good boy,” I whisper, my voice low and full of promise.

“Fuck, Delaney,” he growls, his hands roaming my back as I arch into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. “I want to fuck your ass, angel.” His voice is rough, filled with longing as he grips my ass and squeezes.

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “Likewise.”

Enzo groans, his head rolling back as he looks at me, a mix of frustration and need in his eyes. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Me with a strap-on?” My smile is wicked, and his answering curse is delicious.

He falls back onto the bed, pulling me to straddle him. I grin, his hands run up my thighs as I lean over him. His erection teases my asscrack as I work my hips, torturing him. “Behave,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and he groans in frustration.

Jax whistles from behind us, his gaze locked on my ass. “God, why couldn’t I have been born with two dicks? Then I could fuck you both at once.”

Laughter bubbles out of me, lightening the intensity of the moment. “I love this pretty pussy,” Jax growls, his finger running up my slit, making me shiver. “Now, go smother him with it, baby.”

Turning back to face Jax, I straddle Enzo’s face. He doesn’t wait—his tongue laps at me eagerly, and I cry out, my fingers threading into his hair. Jax positions between Enzo’s legs, lifting his hips and sliding inside him again with a low groan. The movement sends a ripple through Enzo’s body, his moans vibrating against my core.

“Kiss me,” Jax demands, his hand gripping my jaw. His lips claim mine in a firm but tender kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as Enzo’s tongue flicks over my clit. The dual sensations are almost too much, and I press harder against Enzo’s mouth, grinding against him.

“That’s it, baby,” Jax whispers against my lips. “Come for us. Let me see how beautiful you are when you drown him.”

The tension in my body snaps, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. I scream their names as the pleasure consumes me, my thighs tightening around Enzo’s head as he drinks me in.

As the aftershocks ripple through me, Jax adjusts Enzo’s hips, making room for me to slide down. “Now, ride his cock, Peach,” he commands, his voice low and rough. “Bounce that pretty pussy on him and let him fill you with his cum.”

I obey, straddling Enzo and sinking onto his waiting cock. He lets out a guttural moan, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I begin to move. “Holy shit, angel,” he breathes, his voice raw.

Jax watches intently, his hand sliding to my clit to circle it as I ride Enzo. My movements are frantic, the pleasure building again as I watch Jax’s dark eyes burn into mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jax whispers, his fingers working me expertly. “Fuck him harder. Make him lose control.”

I pick up the pace, my nails digging into Enzo’s chest as I take him deeper. His moans grow louder, his hands guiding my movements as his climax builds. “I’m so close,” he pants, his voice shaking.

Jax leans down, his mouth brushing my ear. “Come with him, Peach. Let him feel you fall apart.”

The intensity of his words pushes me over the edge, my orgasm shattering through me as Enzo finds his release. He spills inside me with a roar, his body trembling beneath mine as I collapse toward Jax.

The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the scent of sex lingering in the air. As the last waves of pleasure fade, Jax pulls out of Enzo carefully, his hands gentle as he helps me slide off Enzo’s spent body.

Enzo wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as Jax joins us on the bed. The three of us lay tangled together, their hands soothing and grounding me as exhaustion takes over.

But even in this moment of calm, my thoughts drift to Luca. I need him. I want him here with us, not outside this room, alone. Jax notices the shift in my expression, his hand brushing my cheek as he leans in.

“He’ll come around, Peach,” Jax says softly, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

Enzo presses a kiss to my shoulder, his arms tightening around me. “Trust us, angel. He just needs time.”

I nod, swallowing down the ache in my chest. For now, I focus on the warmth of the men holding me, letting their touch chase away the lingering shadows.