Chapter 12
Twelve
Bastian
M elody ruined me. She ripped my heart out and left me a shell of a man. It took months for me to even want the touch of another woman.
Not until Laila walked across our bar in New Orleans did I consider letting someone in my life outside of my brothers.
Laila Romano.
She had no idea who we were but that didn’t hold her back from sliding between us and opening herself up enough to enjoy a one-night stand.
Brave and stupid.
She trusted us from that first night. I guess it’s only fair the three of us do the same.
I rise to my feet and bring Laila to hers. She’s so damn innocent and trusting it kills me to think someone else could have walked out with her that first night.
“Undress your man and do what you will with me. But remember this, trust is hard to earn and even harder to keep.”
Something close to fear registers on her pretty heart-shaped face. Why? Another secret we will discover?
“Then don’t break my heart.”
Our little birdie is good with her words.
Delicate hands slip beneath my jacket, and it falls to the sofa behind me. She sets to work on the tie, loosening a tug at a time until it’s discarded as well. It’s hard to keep my hands to myself and let her have full control. It’s not in my nature to let a woman dictate how an evening turns out, but she needs this for some reason.
So I give it to her. Her eyes drink in every inch of skin she reveals as each of the buttons slips from their holes.
I’m a mere few inches from having her sweet nipples in my mouth, her delectable pussy encasing my hard shaft.
I keep my hands at my sides until she raises them and releases the cuff links. They clatter to the table.
Shoes, pants, and boxers are gone, leaving me fully naked for our woman. My hard, dripping cock juts toward her.
I grip the length and work every inch in slow strokes. Pre-cum drips liberally from the swollen head.
“Are you already wet for us?” I keep my words no higher than a whisper. “Tell me, sweet little birdie, is that pussy already clenching and hungry for our cocks.” Her hair is silk through my fingers, and she loses her balance for a moment. I steady her with a hand on her elbow and let her lean into me, our bodies touching from knees to chest. My strength is hers. Everything I am is hers.
Her hard nipples pebble tighter and I lick my lips. She has no idea about the fire she is playing with. She might have control tonight, but tomorrow and all the days after will she use it against us? Or respect the power she is slowly gaining over my brothers and me?
Her chest rises and falls with shuddering breaths. The sight of her quivering bust is beautiful, and I can’t get enough of how gorgeous she looks flustered.
“One taste. Just one. Please just release some of the pressure.”
I tip her head up so I can see her whole face. “Is that what you want?”
She nods, clutching her lip in a painful bite.
“It’s your show.” I catch my brothers’ gazes and they come up behind her.
Con leans her weight into him as I lift a smooth leg to drape over my shoulder. The sweet scent of her arousal strokes against my senses and my already hardening shaft turns hard as steel.
“I would fight back the demons of hell to have this sweet heaven as my only sustenance for eternity,” I murmur over the soft, wet flesh of her folds.
She doesn’t hear my hushed words, but they were not meant for her anyway.
I run my hands up the backs of her smooth, creamy legs. All the way up until I have her bare ass in my hands.
I dig each of my fingers into her tight flesh and squeeze.
“Bastian, your touch…” She’s been so flustered since we put in her anal plug it’s any wonder she’s still standing.
Dante reaches for her folds and using both thumbs he peels back her pussy lips to show the swollen nub tucked inside.
Throbbing, red and so ready for a tongue-lashing. No other men will have her sweet flesh on their tongues. She’s ours. Her moans, her girl-cum, her sinfully sexy purrs, and screams.
They are all ours.
The second my tongue hits her clit, she’s screaming into the large room. I smile and suck the nub between my lips and pull on the plug at the same time.
Her release is instant. Primal. And it’s my undoing.
She clamps her thighs together. Or tries. But I hold her open and lash her pussy with my tongue and don’t let up until her moans and screams turn to pants.
Pre-cum drips down my cock. I stand and position the head at her entrance. Holding her gaze, I thrust inside her tight, hot channel.
“Fuck yes!” I roar.
“Bastian, God, what’s happening? I can’t stop.” Nails dig into my forearms. Tight muscles grip my cock, and she rocks her hips nearly milking me with her moves.
“Come for us, Laila. Give us everything you want us to have.”
She’s coming around me for a second time and the look of pure bliss on her face is almost my second undoing. My brothers hold her writhing body. Dante sucks one nipple as Con takes the other. Together we work her.
I drag the length of my cock out. With only an inch inside, I dip and retreat, teasing her and letting her feel just a sample of what it will be like when two of us take her at once. Her hips move over me. I drop my head back and force my orgasm from the brink of taking over.
Melody fades to a distant memory and Laila fills the void in my black soul. I don’t deserve her. None of us do, but while we are still breathing, I am bastard enough to take the gift of her body and maybe her heart and keep it for myself alongside my brothers.
We thought we needed to be financially stronger, have more territory, and have more respect to keep history from repeating itself. We have all those things now, but it’s not what she needs. Our woman needs us to be strong. Nothing else matters to her.
“When my brother fills your ass with his cock and I stretch your pussy with mine, you will know true pleasure.”
Wide glittering eyes turn on me. “Now it’s your turn, lover.”
Laila
B astian places my feet on the ground and I have to cling to him or risk falling to my knees. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing. I’d clean my juices off his beautiful cock and then do the same to his brothers. But I have other plans.
I peer over my shoulder and smile at Con and Dante. “Men, you have way too much clothing on for the second half of this evening. Strip.”
“ Da , little birdie.”
The glorious amounts of hard muscle revealed for my enjoyment is nearly enough to have me coming again. I clamp my thighs together as both men toss aside the last articles of their clothing and stand in front of me, their cocks in hand. Both of them work the hard muscle with even strokes. Muscles coil and roll over their forearms with their smooth movements. I’m tempted to grab my phone and record just how beautiful they are side by side. Maybe later.
Bastian holds me to him until my knees are strong enough to support my weight. I grab the blindfolds—strips of black silk—from where I left on the corner of the bed and hold them up.
“I need you all three to put these on and then climb on the bed.”
“As our queen requests.” Con passes his thumb over the bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock and smears it over my lips. I lick them clean and take pleasure in the rumble of laughter.
I help Dante and Bastian with theirs and stand back.
I never thought I would get this far. I reach for my phone on the table but quickly realize it’s not there.
Shit. I left it in my bag which I forgot in the limo. It doesn’t matter. I reach for one of theirs from their suit pocket. Five or so snaps later I set it down and turn to Dante’s belt and the knife he keeps hidden inside the leather.
They are glorious. Hard as stone and perfectly shaped. All three are easily twice my size and could easily take over me.
But when I edge up on the bed, they do nothing but stay still waiting for my next command.
“Lay down on your backs.”
Bulky muscles move gracefully as they fulfill my wishes. Bastian is in the middle with Con to his left and Dante to the right. Side by side they take up a lot of the bed. Between their legs large, throbbing cocks wait to be pleasured. And I won’t disappoint.
I chew at the inside of my bottom lip for a second at the idea I have.
“ Malyshka ,” Con husks. “You have us in knots.”
“I know, Russian. Patience and trust.” I move toward them on my knees and straddle Bastian’s legs at the knees. I lift his thickly-veined shaft off his abdomen and grip him tightly. It’s tempting to take the tip between my lips and taste my juices coating him, but I need to heed my own advice.
Bastian’s hips drive forward and the groan in his throat moves my hand to stroke him without my approval.
“Naughty, man,” I admonish him sweetly. “Bastian, take your mafia brothers in hand and let me see how much pre-cum each of them has for me to lick off. Stroke them for me while I play with you.”
I lay the tip of Dante’s blade at the start of the dark trail of hair leading to his shaft. Bastian’s stomach muscles quiver and I hear and see the sudden intake of air.
“Laila.” Pained and aroused is a heady mixture in Bastian’s voice.
“Do you trust me?” I drag the tip of the blade over taut skin. The indent creates a valley in his flesh without breaking the skin. But just barely. A little pressure and the razor-sharp edge would draw blood.
Dante answers my question for his brother with another. “This will please you?”
“For you to show me how much you trust me to be yourselves in front of me? Yes.”
“Haven’t we been ourselves since the beginning?”
I return Bastian’s hard length to lay across his abdomen and take the blade to trace over the throbbing veins. “I don’t know. Have you?”
He’s shaking beneath me.
“Pleasure is pleasure, malyshka. Pleasure is pleasure.” Con bends a knee and holds himself out for Bastian to grip. Dante does the same and as they seek their pleasure, I find my own.
Con and Dante both slowly rock into Bastian’s hands. I crawl up Bastian’s body, my heat mixing with his. When my wet channel meets the thickness of his cock, I guide the length to my opening and slowly sink over him.
“Oh, my beautiful birdie. Who has become the hunter and prey now?” His Russian words are smooth and dark like thick smoke over leather. He’s referring to our first night when they chased me upstairs.
The thickness of the plug in my ass and his shaft filling my pussy is almost too much.
His hands grow still. “Don’t stop. Work them for me. It’s so beautiful. I wish you could see what I see.”
Con moves to lift his sash.
“ Nyet, moy lyubovnik. ” No, my lover. “Keep them on until later. Please.”
His growl is primal and reaches into me. He’s losing his patience. Good.
“Laila, I can’t hold out much longer. I need to feel you.”
“Wait, brother. She has a blade at my throat and my cock hostage in her sweet pussy. Fucking wait a minute.” Bastian releases his brothers and grips my hips, slamming into me.
I nick his flesh and a bead of blood pebbles where the blade punctured flesh. “Look what you did.” I curl the tip of my tongue over the drop of blood, and I can feel him grow impossibly harder inside me. “Mm. Impatience is a dangerous trait.” I clench my pussy and draw off his length only to keep the head spreading my folds around him.
I draw an invisible line over Bastian’s heart, up his chest, and press it into the life-giving vein at the side of his throat. With my lips on his ear, I whisper, “Bleed for me and I’ll bleed for you.”
This time I lean into the blade and leave a welt over his flesh, loving the sight of blood beading over the wound.
“Fuck, Laila.” Harsh fingers dig into my hips, and I am driven hard over his throbbing cock.
I scream out and rack my nails over his hard abs. He wraps his arms around me, and I no longer have control over my arms or body. The knife forgotten. My strength is no match for his and when he forces me over him and claims my lips, I give him what he wants.
What we both want.
Hands move over me as I lose myself in Bastian.
Fingers graze the length of my back, my ass and don’t stop until I feel the tug on the butt plug.
I press into the seeking hands and hear a low rumble of appreciation.
Bastian breaks the kiss. I’m in another man’s arms, my mouth, my tongue, my very soul being claimed. This time by Con. Not only can I tell by the taste of him without opening my eyes, but by the way he likes to grip my hair and take control.
My Con. I’m no longer sure who is in control here and for the moment that’s okay. An unexpected benefit of the blindfolds is their carefully masked emotions show through. Ironic as it is, the one strip of cloth they each wear gives me insight into their true feelings. I don’t need to see their eyes to know they love me. It’s in their touches. The gentle strokes and responses.
I look down to see Bastian’s blood smeared over my breasts. I take the knife and draw a matching cut just above my right breast.
“Arg,” I cry out. I press his palm over the blood and smear it into his. “Blood for blood, lover.”
“Let us taste you.”
I reach back and guide Dante to my fresh wound and then Con. Both drag the pad of their warm, wet tongue over the flesh.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” Con rasps, my blood on his lips. “You’ve married us all. You will not fly away.”
Dante grips my chin and takes my mouth in a hard kiss. “You’re ours now. Blood in, little birdie.”
I don’t have a chance to digest those words. Marriage? Blood in?
Bastian lifts me off his cock and my chest is pressed into him.
Dante is behind me and kneeling between Bastian’s legs. Con taps my chin and I turn my cheek into his open palm. I thought he would be feeding me his cock, but he just kneels at his brother’s head waiting.
His shoulders are wide, and his waist is trim. The only thought repeating in my head is wanting to see Bastian deep-throat him.
But I’m also a greedy bitch, and want the drops of pre-cum leaking from Con’s cock all for myself.
I open and slide his length over my tongue. I take him in deeper and deeper until I can’t take another inch.
His hands rest on either side of my face. Bastian holds my hair to the side.
“Take me a little deeper. I need to feel the back of that throat. I won’t be complete without knowing your mouth is all mine.” He puts my hands on his thighs and guides my mouth over the head of his cock. He sinks past my lips with smooth strokes, touching the back of my throat.
Behind me, Dante poises his cock at my slick entrance and sinks into me. A gasp breaks free. It’s muffled by Con taking everything he wants from my mouth.
Their dark aura holds mine close and all the pain of the past melts away to unwanted memories. I know what is coming next. They’ve forced me into wanting it and now that I have found pleasure where I have only known pain, the anticipation of what I’ve yet to experience has my hands shaking. Now that I feel ready, I’m not scared of the unknown. But I’m wholly terrified of craving it more than I should.
But focus is ripped from me. Dante pulls out and Bastian takes over fucking me. Pleasure roars through me and I’m left breathless once again. Unable to think, only feel. Bastian grips my hips and pounds into me. He slams home once, twice and I’m creaming all over him.
I release Con for a moment. “God, how do you drag them out of me on command?” I slap Con’s thigh with frustration and awe.
“Again?”
“No!” Yes? I planned this night but it’s them driving the ship.
That’s all I’m allowed to say before Con is right back to gliding his length down my throat.
You would think Bastian would be gentle, but no. He reaches for my clit while he takes my pulsating pussy with hard thrusts.
“Come again. I want to feel you clench me tight like you did my brother.”
His fingers are punishing against my clit. I thrash against Bastian’s hold on me and fight to release Con, but neither allows me to move.
Muscles clench and fire barrels through me. I’m falling into the deadly flames and consumed by yet another orgasm under their rough hands.
“Oh fuck,” I scream.
This is wild, untamed, unrehearsed. There’s no way I ever want this to stop. For once I let go and let myself live in the moment. My heart pounds. Blood roars in my ears and renewed hunger stirs to life like I didn’t just live through the most powerful orgasm of my life.
“I can’t anymore.” My arms shake from holding myself up.
Strong arms wrap around my waist, and I know I’m safe taking every hard thrust Dante gives with Bastian there to hold me steady.
Dante pulls out and Bastian takes his place. They take turns fucking me and with each hard, claiming thrust I feel every ridge of the anal plug. If they are not pulling on it, they are pushing.
I slap at Con’s thighs.
“Take it, Laila,” he commands.
I don’t know if he’s talking about his cock or what his brothers are doing to me. I’m trying my best, but I can’t breathe. I can’t see. They have blindfolds, yet I’m the one deprived of my senses. All but one. The arousal they’ve stirred inside me. It’s taking over and all my body wants is more and more.
More of the tingling aftershocks, the heat, the all-consuming fire. I can only feel them and nothing else.
Never in my life have I had something this wild happen to me. The last three months have been tame in comparison. Like they were treating me with kid gloves.
Con weaves my hair around his hand and drags me closer still. Draped over Bastian like this, my ass is primed for anything Dante wants and damn does he look hungry.
Bastian pulls out but I’m not left wondering why.
Dante leaves the bed, goes to the hope chest, and pulls out a bottle of something all the while being blindfolded. He’s back between my legs. The cool feel of gel soothes the hot flesh but also makes me clench tight around the anal plug.
I release Con and turn my head. “Dante?” I caution him out of reflex more than fear.
“Silence and let me show you true pleasure. Trust me as I’ve trusted you.” His words are clipped. Firm.
He gently removes the toy from my ass, and I feel a sense of void having that part of me not filled.
Hands move me back to Con. “Let him care for you,” Bastian soothes. He’s guiding his brother’s cock back to my lips and the sight of his thick fingers with that skull ring gripping a cock has me spilling hot girl-cum all over his dick between my legs.
I open and take Con once again into my mouth.
“Just like that,” Con coaxes me.
Bastian pumps his massive cock into my clenching pussy so deep and hard Con and Dante both hold me down.
Pressure against my asshole has me holding my breath.
“Fuck, Laila, your ass is my personal heaven. Our heaven. Now take Con deeper in your mouth as I claim this beautiful ass.”
I whimper, opening my mouth, taking Con as deep as he can go.
Between us, Bastian reaches down and strokes a thumb over my clit as his brother pushes the enormous head of his cock an inch into my ass at a time, never stopping, never slowing until he is bottomed out deep in my back channel.
“Take him just like that. Breathe, push back, and let him in. It feels good, doesn’t it? Dirty and fucking good,” Bastian whispers in my ear, shooting me to new heights with the simple power of his words.
I melt for them. Turn to liquid lava in their arms. I’m so filled, stretched beyond what I think possible. My orgasm hums on the fringes of my senses.
I moan feverishly around Con’s shaft. He slowly sinks in and out of my mouth letting me get a handle on all the new sensations flooding my body.
They fall into a hypnotic rhythm. Our bodies move as one. Their cocks pump in and out of me, all our groans and moans filling the room.
All three carry me high, their hands and cocks working me so expertly I’m ready to shatter.
“Laila, come for us!”
I hear the words and know they have the power to command me.
Fireworks bigger than I’ve ever experienced explode inside me, leaving me momentarily blind. I pant, gasp, and roll through my release.
“God, your mouth is milking me. I’m going to lose it.”
Con.
His punishing grip on my hair tightens. “Get ready to swallow me, little birdie. Drink fast and don’t spill a—” He roars with the power of his release. Pulse after pulse of cum spills down my waiting throat. I swallow fast, careful not to spill a single drop.
“Get ready for more, Laila. You’re going to take us both at the same time.”
Dante has a tight grip on my ass, Bastian on my hips. Together they work me with small, powerful thrusts. I clamp down on them like a vice and milk them, shimmying my hips just right to put a look of pure bliss on their faces.
Hot jets of cum spill into my ass and Bastian empties every single drop inside my pussy.
I moan through a wave of aftershocks made ten times more powerful from the pulsating cocks filling me to the brim.
Shivering and a little more than just shaky from being shared between three men, I collapse over Bastian’s chest. My pulse races and my breath catches.
These men are powerful. With a phone call, they could have a body show up in the morgue the same day. They could take anything they wanted from me. Yet them letting the power shift to me as long as I need it leaves me humbled and beyond grateful. They don’t need me to complete them. They are complete as individuals. I am the one who needs them. They complete me. The part of my soul stolen by a man who should have protected me is restored with their touches, their gentleness. They are monsters to so many. But to me, they are my broken gods. My villains. My baby’s fathers.
When I can breathe again, I take their blindfolds off and feel the love radiating from them. It’s as real as the bed beneath us and the blood in our veins. I touch each of them.
Silver, gold, and black eyes lift to find my gaze and I fall into their open arms. Clutched tight to their chests I bury my face in their strength and say one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to say.
“You’ve given me your trust. Now I need to prove you have mine. Let me start at the beginning.”