Chapter 6
Six
Laila
C on pushes me to all fours and Dante guides his brother’s cock to my lips. I open wide and wrap my lips around the bulbous head and deep throat him in one take. I work more of him in until I can no longer breathe.
“Beautiful. That mouth was made to suck my cock,” Bastian gruffly whispers to me in his native language. “Now open a little more for me. That’s it.”
Between my legs, someone strokes their fingers from my clit to my asshole. They swirl the juices around my back entrance, teasing the flesh but not entering.
Bastian takes over feeding me his cock so Dante can do other things. Like slipping the head of his shaft between my folds. The coolness from his rings contrasts the sizzling feel of his flesh on mine.
Bastian fists my hair and keeps my attention on him when Dante flexes upward and spreads my virgin hole with the fat head of his cock. Pain and a heady sense of pleasure spike through me. I claw at Bastian’s thighs, and he does nothing but slip out of my mouth and drive back in.
Blood wells around my fingernails but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he increases his speed and fucks my mouth harder and faster.
Behind me, Con grips my hips and forces me over his brother’s cock. I cry out around Bastian but nothing nor no one is stopping this from happening. Especially me.
Con drags his tongue across my asshole and what I thought impossible happens.
All my senses hit overload at the same time. Pleasure roars and fire explodes through me. I let it feed uncontrolled and fall into the flames willingly. I want to melt into molten liquid. I want to fracture into a thousand pieces.
My nails dig deeper, and I whimper around Bastian’s cock. His hold on my hair tightens. He takes one of my hands and together we grip his cum-filled balls while he pumps into my mouth over and over. His big dick slides over my tongue and Bastian groans.
My heart races. Bastian is so close. I can feel the throbbing pulse. I slide off him and then back again. His swelling shaft spreads my lips with the need to seek his release. He pulls out and his cock looks wet with my spit and anger. So red and angry and then he’s right back to fucking my mouth with hard, controlled strokes.
“Suck my cock, malyshka . Suck it nice and deep. But don’t fucking make me come in your mouth. I want the first milk you take from me in your pussy.”
I moan and pant, taking everything he gives me. First? As if there will be more? I can’t wrap my brain around his words.
I don’t know how much more I can take. One licks my ass, giving me pleasure where I’ve never known it before. Another gently eases me, preparing my channel to be taken while the other claims my mouth.
Dante locks eyes with his best friend behind me and I know they are having a silent conversation. Dante eases deeper inside my virgin pussy and Con is right there easing me down. They work together and from one second to the next I go from innocent to downright filthy.
I release Bastian and cry out.
Strong arms wrap around me, and I lean back into them as Dante begins to move inside me. He has no plans on waiting for my untried flesh to grow accustomed to his massive size.
He works his shaft deep inside me and I can do nothing but cling to Con for support. I can feel his hard erection dig into my ass and for the first time in my life, I want someone taking me there. Out of my own free will.
I turn my eyes up to him and I guess he sees something there that has him pausing. His glittery amber eyes hold mine.
“One day I’ll make it good for you, beautiful little birdie. Tonight, let’s get that cherry popped the right way.”
His dark gaze is filled with knowledge. What he doesn’t say fills the corners of the large room. He knows. Of course, he doesn’t know all the sordid details, but he knows I have suffered at the hands of another, and he listens to my unspoken fears.
Con reaches around and cups my sex. “Let’s make this a night that will erase whatever nightmares you face.” His fingers find my clit and he begins to stroke me like a man who always gets what he wants.
And I give it to him.
My pussy clamps around Dante with another orgasm and I let it have free rein. It crashes over me and I’m pulsating and clenching Dante so hard I can feel his orgasm rushing forward.
His punishing grip on my hips grounds me and I turn my eyes to him just as his hot milk spills into me.
“Fuck!” he roars into the room pumping into me harder and faster. He murmurs something in his native language I can’t make out.
“Did you come good for Dante, krasivaya ?” Con rumbles straight into my ear.
I nod. “So good.” I can still feel the heat running through my veins from the first. After what…three? Four? I’m practically putty.
Suddenly, I am lifted off his cock which is wet with our mixed juices and blood. My virgin blood. My thighs and his are drenched from me and now his milk.
Dante’s chest rises and falls harshly. He looks chiseled from stone. A perfect specimen of a man well pleasured.
His wicked look meant for his brother throws me off for a second, but Bastian knows what the other man wants apparently. Bastian fists Dante’s shaft and takes him in his mouth.
I can’t look away as he cleans Dante of our shared milk and my blood.
“Bastian. Dante,” I croak. Them feeling so comfortable with themselves makes a part of me envious.
Bastian takes every last inch of Dante’s cock in his mouth, releases him, and raises to cup my face between his hands. His eyes hold mine. It would be a mistake to think this man is asking permission. No. The glimmer of darkness in his eyes is warning me of what is to come.
My breath catches in my throat. “You wouldn’t.”
His eyes darken with sinful intent. His mouth slants over mine and I immediately open.
What other choice do I have? I moan as his tongue swipes over mine. My eyes fly open and meet his as our tongues tangle against each other. His lips turn hungry, and he kisses me until I’m trembling for air. And then he takes it deeper still.
A hand on my back urges us to move and Bastian reads into Con’s impatience. We break away panting and gasping. My hands fly to his bulging biceps, and I cling to him suddenly lightheaded.
“You’re impossibly beautiful with virgin blood on your lips and my brother’s cum dripping from your mouth.”
Con grunts behind me and it breaks the spell Bastian holds over me only to replace it with another for Dante when I turn my attention to him. He watched the whole exchange between Bastian and me and from the expression of raw lust on his handsome face, he likes what he witnessed.
“Fine, brother, have it your way this time. But she loves tasting herself and sharing.”
Con grunts again and I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “What a filthy little birdie,” he taunts, wearing a smug smile.
“ Your filthy little birdie for the night.”
“ Da .” His fingers move over every rib until he’s leaning over me, cupping a breast in his large hand. His finger tweaks and twists my nipple until I’m grinding my ass into his hard cock wedged between my ass cheeks. I’ve never felt so willing. Until them.
Dante moves to the side and the other two spread out on the bed. All three help me settle between Con and Bastian with a leg over his hip. I’m on my side with one in front and the other behind me. Like this, they have me spread wide open for anything they want.
Bastian enters my freshly-fucked hole first while Con guides his cock to my ass. Without entering he teases the head against my back entrance while his friend fucks me hard and deep. Gasping for air, he drives into me relentlessly seeking an orgasm.
“Brother!” He roars and Con is right there reaching for my clit.
I thrash against them, unable to withstand yet another orgasm. I slap at his hand, but Con is a man on a mission.
His cock presses between my cheeks and feels impossibly large.
Bastian thrusts one final time. Hot ropes of cum spill into me. Before he fully finishes, his brother is right there taking Bastian’s place. He slides through all the spilled cum coating my walls and thighs.
“Greedy little pussy,” Con murmurs into my ear as he fucks me. Thick, long, and hard. Honestly, they are all so big. I don’t know how I’ll be walking out of here when the sun comes up.
His brother’s milk eases the way through my swollen folds, sure, but the pain and pleasure tearing at my insides will keep me in this bed long after they finish ruining me.
Con rolls my clit under his strong fingers. He doesn’t let up no matter how hard I struggle to remove his hand.
“Please, I can’t…fuck, Con! I can’t.” My heart hammers wildly and I think I’m going to pass out from the intensity of coming so many times and them all still demanding more.
“You will,” he rumbles so deeply and for a second I believe him.
He thrusts in and drags himself out only to slam home again.
I hang onto Bastian and his strong hold grounds me to this moment when my mind wants to fall into the past. The fucking nightmares are never far away. But right this second, it’s so easy to dismiss them with a mental flick of my fingers.
Bastian’s fierce eyes lock on mine and he holds them until I’m screaming.
It’s dirty and wrong to so many, but to me tonight is just what I needed. My blood burns hotter than a wildfire.
“Come all over his cock. Let him feel the grip of that tight pussy milk him, Laila.”
I’ve noticed throughout the night how Bastian’s accent seems stronger as he whispers in my ear. His words are only for me, and I hold them close and let my mind absorb them.
“Come now, malyshka ,” he orders in a low growl and it’s like a million tiny bombs going off inside me. No. It’s fire. Hell’s fire and it’s instant. One minute I am cresting the volcano and the next I’m falling into the molten lava.
Fingers tighten in my hair, and I scream as I erupt. Heat sizzles through my core as the final mafia man claims my pussy.
Con sinks in and stills. The feel of his cum shooting into me is beyond therapeutic. It’s branding. Marking me and in a way tonight I’ve lost a piece of me to these three men.
I lay between them, not moving just listening to them breathe, feeling safe. A handful of hours later I begrudgingly slip from their welcomed warmth.
The sun barely crests the horizon. All three are on their stomachs with their arms in various positions. Con shifts and the other two move to accommodate him. Knowingly or not, I can’t tell.
The sheet is completely off Con, so I get a full view of his tight ass. Dante and Bastian are covered but only from the waist down. Too bad. But it’s still a spectacular view.
I was too consumed with other parts of their body to notice before now but positioned like this in the early morning light I see the large tattoos covering each of their backs. A skull with black eyes and clenched teeth drapes over the expansive skin canvases.
If I dared wake them, I’d ask the meaning. I’ll just have to carry that curiosity with me.
I quietly retrieve my phone from the front table and take a snapshot of my beautiful villains. The ink spanning their backs is permanently etched into my brain. When some nights become too dark for me to survive alone, I can pull this up and let it lead me to the light.
I find my clothes and quietly dress in the living room. I spot one of the men’s phones on the side table next to a single sheet of paper. I pick them up and notice the Society’s name across the top and the men’s names, contact information and a copy of the page I signed last night in the book with the other guests' names blurred out. For privacy concerns, naturally.
Last night’s hostess must have sensed I needed this and left it for me. Unless this is a common practice here? My gut says this was a personal favor for me.
I grab Con’s cell number off the front page. I don’t know why I need his number. It’s not like I’ll be this far south again for a while. Something is comforting about having it though. I quickly type it into my contact list and shove my phone into my back pocket, leaving the sheet of paper behind. One number. That is all I get. I can’t have them all or I’ll be tempted three times over to reach out.
Before I can hit the down button to the elevator my phone vibrates with an incoming text from my mom. I quickly thumb it open. She usually reaches out on Sunday between her morning mimosa and her afternoon margarita.
I know you are in New Orleans. Come to La Rogue. We need to talk.
La Rogue. Ugh. My stepfather’s Louisiana mansion. It sits on an old plantation two hours north of New Orleans. Large willows, spooky vibes, and mosquitoes are all that place has to offer. Why my mother thinks their summer house is calming is beyond me. Being out in the middle of nowhere with no cell reception leaves me on edge.
The elevator ride to the bottom floor is nowhere near the event it was coming up last night. Within ten minutes of asking the front desk for a cab, I am heading back to the city, my one-night stand officially over. Another ten minutes and I am sliding into the car where Arabelle is already waiting for me. She passes me a hot coffee from the hotel’s continental breakfast offerings and turns red eyes on me. I’m pretty sure mine are just as red.
“Me too, babe. Me too,” I offer. I start the car and let it idle. I know the darkness in me isn’t purged. I tried, but if anything, it’s only been lured to the surface and craves more of last night. I pull up my phone and type out a quick text to Con. He’ll have to show the others.
You don’t know what you and your bratva brothers have done to me. For me. Thank you.
Maybe in the years to come, they will remember me and the night we shared. I put my phone on the dash.
“Are you ok?” Arabelle asks in a soft voice.
Raw is all I feel.
“Yeah,” I easily lie and instantly feel like the biggest ass. On second thought…I retrieve my phone and flip it around to show her the picture I snapped. She does the same only her trophy for the night is around her neck on a silver chain—a skull ring with ruby eyes.
“Aren’t we a pair, huh?”
“Yeah. Let’s go home before we both do something stupid.”
“About that.” I fill her in on the change of plans and point the car toward the airport. After snagging a discount ticket for her and promising to call, I head toward La Rogue.
Seattle is out, but I don’t feel any better about the change in plans. Going anywhere near my stepfather makes me want to sit in a bath of acid rather than face him.
I swallow thickly. “Get a grip, Laila.” Maybe this will be good. I can’t hide forever. I need to see Mom and try to get her to leave with me. Maybe we can go to New York. I don’t care as long as it is not Seattle or near him. The Universe is always trying to work things out for the benefit of everyone. I just need to listen. At least that is what my doctor keeps feeding me.