Chapter Seven
SKYE
The sight of them joined together has me almost coming without them doing anything.
I feel the one in my mouth swelling and his movements growing erratic, he’s about to come and I pray he does soon because I want to watch them fuck while they fuck me.
This is fucking everything and so much more than I could have ever dreamed of.
Right now, I don’t give a fuck who they are or that they are my enemy.
They are bringing the darkness inside me I have kept hidden to the surface and allowing me to embrace my deepest wants without even trying.
When White slams into Red forcing him forward, I moan around Black’s dick.
My pussy is burning from being stretched out and forced to take his massive size, and combined with the sting from the cut on my thigh and the burning sensation mixed together with how fucking good he feels inside me, I just know I won’t last.
“Take my cock, bitch. You’re gonna swallow every last drop of my cum like a good slut.
” Black sneers as he thrusts into my mouth.
I gag around him but he doesn’t care, he keeps up his ruthless tempo without remorse.
I take everything he has to give, while trying to remain present and not give into oblivion as Red continues to fuck me.
“Hmmmm,” I moan out as he strokes that sweet spot inside me.
My tits are bouncing up and down from the force of their thrusts.
When Black tips his head back and roars, I prepare myself to swallow and unlike last night I don’t choke.
I manage to swallow every drop without a single hiccup and moan at the taste of him. He tastes so fucking good!
He withdraws from my mouth and taps my cheek twice. “Good girl.” His praise sends a bolt of need through me.
My attention is snapped back to White and Red as they continue to plough into me like savages. Sounds tear out of me, they sound so animalistic and foreign I don’t even realize they are coming from me until my throat grows hoarse.
“You like Daddy’s cock?” Red taunts as he presses forward, bringing my knees to my chest.
“Yes, I fucking love your cock, Daddy,” I pant. I force my hand between our bodies and begin circling my aching clit. I’m so tense and ready to explode I know it will only take a small amount of pressure and I will be careening over the fucking cliff of exhilaration.
White draws back then slams into Red, making him and I both cry out. White tangles his fingers in Red’s brown hair and yanks his head back.
“Tell me you love my fucking cock,” White snaps.
“I fucking love it. I want you to fill me with your cum so when your brother fucks me later he can still feel you inside me.” His nasty words set me ablaze and throw me over the fucking cliff without warning.
My back arches off the mat as a wave of heat surges through me.
My mouth opens but no sound escapes me, I’m rendered mute from the power of my orgasm and forced to weather it’s storm silently as they continue to inflict beautiful torture on my body like they own it, and hey, at this fucking point they might.
Given who I am and what my family’s last name is most guys are too chickenshit to give me the fucking I deserve, in case I go crying to my daddy. Half the time they just wanted to fuck me so they could brag to their friends that they fucked the mafia princess and lived to tell the tale.
Black snaps his hand out and grips Red’s throat, forcing him to snap his eyes to him. It’s then I notice Red has blue eyes and Black and White have brown eyes. It’s the first time I am seeing them in the light.
“You look so good taking my brother’s cock, Daddy.
” I gasp, hearing Black call him Daddy has me growing wetter and moaning in appreciation.
Black tilts his head down to lock eyes with me and I instantly feel hot from just the intense look in his brown eyes.
“Such a good little slut you are, petal, taking what we give you.” His praise has me preening and the urge to please him overwhelms me.
I’ve never wanted or even cared about pleasing a guy before, but it seems there is something about these three that has me throwing caution to the fucking wind if it means I get to have them inside me.
“I’m gonna come!” Red grits out. I hunger to feel him filling my pussy with his release.
White ups his tempo and slams into us both harder, making me scream and Red groan in pleasure.
It takes four long hard thrusts before Red is finding his own climax and emptying everything he has inside me, making me shiver.
White doesn’t stop fucking him. Another five thrusts and then he is grunting out his release, filling Red with his essence.
The only sound that can be heard is our labored breathing. No one moves or even attempts to, it’s as if the second we do the moment will be shattered, the blissed out bubble we are hiding in will be popped and we’ll have to go back to hating each other.
A knock sounds out, pulling the four of us from our thoughts.
Within a second the three of them have pulled out and are climbing to their feet.
I mimic their movements silently, retrieve my shirt and tights, then tug them on, ignoring the feeling of Red’s cum soaking the crotch of my tights.
White looks back at me over his shoulder.
He assesses me for a second before turning back toward the door.
The fact he cared enough to make sure I was covered before telling whoever it is to enter has me feeling strange.
I use that moment to drink in the sight of the three of them.
They have their jumpsuits on but not all the way, they have the sleeves tied around their waists, exposing their torsos.
The three of them are forming a blockade in front of me, to shield me from whoever it is.
All three of them have the same tattoo on their backs.
A massive skull head with cherry blossoms scattered around it, a bullet is gripped between the teeth of the skull and across its head reads—
VanHought Mafioso.
“What are you doing in here, Xyla?” White asks in a tone that almost sounds tender.
“Why are you three wearing masks?” My brows raise at the sound of a girl’s voice.
“Return to your room. We’ll meet you there and explain—” She cuts Black off before he can finish.
“I want to meet the girl who warned you. I think it’s only fair since you forced me to come back here.
” I suck a sharp breath when I realize the girl is the sister.
I know Red is Asher because of him fighting dirty but I have no idea which VanHought brother is behind the other two masks.
I decide to take a chance and see how far I can push these three.
I dart from behind them. Red tries to reach for me, so I jump out of reach, dart forward and rest my arms on the top rope. I feel them form a semicircle around me. The fact none of them have wrestled me back or man handled me tells me everything I need to know.
They are bad mother suckers but won’t allow this teenage girl to see that side of them, which brings a smile to my face. “Hi, I’m Skye,” I say in a singsong tone that has the three men growling in warning.
Her eyes widen in surprise but I scrunch my face in confusion when a blush tints her cheeks. “You’re gorgeous,” she says shyly, making me laugh and the three assholes growl in warning. When a single hand clamps down on my waist possessively, I peer back over my shoulder to see it’s white mask.
“Try anything and I’ll slit your throat,” he says low enough for only us to hear.
I hold his gaze as I speak. “Our families may be enemies and you may hate my father, but I had nothing to do with his war. I put my life on the line to save hers. Why would I cause her any harm now?” When he doesn’t answer I turn back to the girl.
“Thank you, you must be Max’s sister?” I say kindly.
She beams at the mention of her brother and nods eagerly. “Yes. Well, I’m also Nixon and Axel’s little sister as well.”
Wanting to beat them at their own game, I reach out and place a hand on Red’s arm, making him stiffen. “Asher refuses to tell me which one is Nixon and which one is Axel,” I say in a snotty tone. Asher turns his head and glares at me.
“I think it’s—” The girl cuts White off before he can finish.
“Easy. Nixon has the X tattooed over his heart for my name, Axel is the one in the black.” I beam at Red and shoot him a toothy grin before whirling around and facing White and Black, who both look like they want to strangle me and inflict as much pain as they can on my body.
“You can punish me tonight,” I say quietly and shoot them a wink, which has them all clenching their fists at their sides.
“You are going to regret this,” Nixon promises.
I shrug my shoulders. “Let me go and I won’t become besties with your sister,” I whisper back, wagging my brows. Before any of them can, I spin around and smile wide at the girl. “Want to give me a tour? These three haven’t let me explore the grounds unless we’re wrestling.”
Her face scrunches. “Aren’t you too old to play fight?” she asks.
“Probably, but trust me, they have some skills and I am too happy to let them pin me on the count of three.” When the three guys begin shouting, yanking me out of the ring and dragging me out of the room, I can’t help the laughter that tears out of me.