Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Marko
The urgency I felt was mirrored in the way Gio hustled through the passageways that eventually led to his suite.
At the door, he turned to me, his eyes full of so many emotions. “Are you ready to reclaim what’s ours?”
“I am.”
“Then let’s prove to our girl that we were worth her arduous journey.”
He opened the door to the suite to see Vittoria, Gaby, and Niki giggling. Nicolette held a glass of wine in one hand and her cheeks glowed with life. Seeing her with the Vitale wives was a two-point punch in the gut for me, because she should have been the first Vitale wife, and because we’d missed so much time with her. At that moment I realized that Gio hadn’t been the only one on pause since her disappearance.
Every woman who’d needed me had been but a reflection of my need to care for someone, to feel as alive as Niki looked in this moment. Instead, Gio and I had been dragged through the trenches of what this life handed to us. Had we lived well? Spectacularly so. It had come with a cost, absolutely it had, but I would pay it a thousand-fold and more, for her.
Niki turned her eyes toward us, and I knew I was sunk. There would never be another for either one of us, so we’d better do whatever it took to keep her safe.
Gaby and Vittoria turned to see what had garnered Niki’s attention. They exchanged knowing looks and quietly rose from their seats, leaving the three of us alone.
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife after the other two women left.
“Breathe, tesorina .” Gio’s rich, velvety voice broke the silence.
Niki’s shivered response was just what we were looking for. As we moved toward her in measured steps she muttered, “Hail Mary, full of grace.”
“Mary can’t save you, tesorina , only I can,” Gio responded.
The words from our first meeting moved through my body like a healing balm for my injured soul. We were back at the beginning.
Niki’s pupils dilated.
“The lord is with thee,” she added, gulping.
“Yes. And we are his vessels,” I responded.
She closed her eyes and her breath hitched.
“Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb …”
“I’ll bless your womb,” Gio offered.
“Forget the fruit, let’s discuss the meat filling your womb instead,” I prompted.
Her tight buds, visible through her dress, pebbled in response to our dirty words. I reached out and tugged her against me. Gio moved behind her and slid her dress up over her hips. Our naughty girl wore only a thong, which Gio made quick work of tearing in two.
I swallowed her gasp, crushing our lips together, my tongue delving and tangling with hers. I absorbed her moans as Gio squeezed her asscheeks and pressed his hardened length against them.
“Who have you allowed to touch you here, Nicolette?” He tugged her hair, pulling her head away from mine. Leaning over, I licked and nibbled on the shell of her ear. Gio angled her head so he could whisper in the other.
“Answer me, tesorina . Who do I have to kill for touching what is mine?”
Niki was arching her back at an impossible angle, her nipples begging to be played with. She leaned her weight against Gio, as I ran my large hands over her twin peaks, squeezing and twisting. “No one,” she groaned. “No one has touched me back there since you two, I swear.”
“Hmm, what do you think, Marko? Is she telling the truth?”
“Not sure, we may have to torture her for the truth.” This was an old game we’d played often. Pretending not to believe what she said, giving us the excuse to play with her body until she begged to come. Unfortunately, my ability to control myself was at an all-time low. I needed to be inside of her as quickly as possible. Leave the torture for later.
I scooped her into my arms and stalked to the bedroom where Gio’s California king awaited us. When I tossed her through the air, she squealed with delight. You’d think after ten years of being thrown about by male dancers, she’d have lost the thrill. I had an epiphany in that moment. On the stage cheerleading, or here in the bedroom. That moment of being in the air, defying gravity, was Niki’s freedom. In all other things, at least when she’d been with us, she’d been grounded, taken care of, nurtured. I’d never examined the duality of her need to be secure and her need to fly free before always summarizing “it’s just Niki .”
Gio and I stood at the foot of the bed, hungry for her. She rolled onto her back, propped herself on her elbows, and parted her legs. Her entrance was glistening with excitement, and my tongue tingled as I anticipated tasting her. Her pussy would win a world competition if there ever was one. Strawberries and cream, tart and sweet, she was my favorite vintage.
Almost in sync, Gio and I removed our jackets, ties and shirts. The boy next door and the devil were at her doorstep, would she invite us in?
“Please!” she finally cried, caving. “I need you.”
We toed off our shoes, shucked our pants and drawers and climbed on the bed, me between her legs and Gio behind her.
I licked the seam of her pussy lips and kissed her slick entrance.
“Ohhh.” Her bottom pressed into the bed, looking for traction. Her body shivered and jumped when I slid my finger inside her opening and clamped down on her hardened nub.
“Yesss,” she hissed, already traveling down the road to her first orgasm. I lashed at her clit and rolled my tongue around her tight bundle of nerves. “Marko!” She screamed my name as she came undone.
I lapped her juices until she shuddered and collapsed.
Not giving her time to recover, Gio lifted her up while I rolled onto my back and placed her on all fours, straddling my body. I nipped at her nipples while from behind, Gio produced a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and massaged the cool gel into her back entrance.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned when she pressed her bottom toward him for more.
“I’m going to take your ass now, Nicolette. Do you know why?”
She pressed her breast into my mouth, and I obliged her need, clamping down on her nipple. Her body spasmed in response and released a shuddering breath.
“Because my body belongs to you and Marko.”
“That’s right. Now part those sensual lips and take Marko’s cock in your mouth.”
She opened and I jutted my hips upward, sinking half my cock into her mouth. Her moans reverberated against my dick. At this rate I’d be coming in no time.
“I won’t be gentle, Nicolette.” Those were Gio’s last words before he sunk his cock deep inside her.
Niki gasped around my length, and I thrust down her throat. She was pinned on both ends and we gave her a moment to adjust to the invasion. Gio reached around and slipped a finger inside her. Drawing out, he licked the arousal off his finger.
Niki moaned, her throat swallowing my cock. I tortured her nipples while Gio took her hard from behind. She screamed as the waves of her orgasm crushed her. The familiar sounds of flesh striking flesh rang in my ears as Gio spanked Niki. Her primal screams continued, until my cock couldn’t take any more of her vocal vibrations. I shouted her name as I pumped my seed in steady streams down her throat.
I heard Gio grunt and felt him pounding hard and fast until he suddenly went still. Her muffled cries turned into quiet mewls of pleasure as I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Gio slipped out from between her cheeks and lifted her off me. The three of us collapsed on the bed, taking a moment to catch our breath. Niki shuddered between us, and I rubbed her punished bottom, while Gio gently swept her long hair back, stroking her face.
And just like that, it was like no time had passed, and we were right back to where we’d left off. I couldn’t have been happier. In a few short weeks, we’d gotten back what truly made us whole: her.
Gio’s phone pinged.
He groaned as he rolled to his feet to answer the call. “This better be important.” He listened, swore in Italian and hung up the call. “I must leave for a bit. Take care of our girl.”
“I should go, and you should stay.” I said it, but leaving her was the last thing I wanted.
“You can do as you’re ordered and stay put. I’ll be back.”
The last sound I heard before falling asleep with Niki’s warm ass pressed against my groin was the steady stream of the shower. But my sleep was anything but restful and many times I reached out to make sure she was physically in the bed, and it hadn’t all been a dream. The last time I reached out, I felt Gio’s arm wrapped around her, and was finally able to sink into oblivion.
The next day was a Sunday and thankfully, there were no morning classes, only afternoon rehearsals for Niki. I rose, ordering coffee and breakfast to be brought to our room, before hopping in the shower.
I exited the bathroom in time to see one of the kitchen staff rolling in a breakfast cart set for a king. “Good morning Mr. Marino.”
“Good morning, Grace.” I greeted her by name, and she quickly parked the cart, before disappearing out of the suite.
I rolled it into the bedroom and poured coffee into three mugs, placing one on my side of the bed and one on Gio’s. His eyes were already open, despite having less than a couple of hours sleep.
Despite his lack of rest, he looked better than he had in a long time, his baleful gaze confirming that what happened last night was a new beginning.
“Sit up and I'll get you breakfast.” Not waiting to see if he’d listen, I made my way over to the cart and filled a plate with his favorite morning foods. Or, they had been his favorite once upon a time, at least, but Gio and I were two ships passing in the night most of the time and we hadn’t had breakfast together since Niki.
“Mhm, is that coffee?” Niki sat up in bed and blinked wearily.
“Right beside you, princess. Black of course, or has that changed?” I knew perfectly well it hadn’t. I’d served her coffee back at the hotel each morning before we left for the studio.
Niki rolled up and seated herself comfortably against the headboard, fluffing up the pillows before grabbing the mug off the bedside table. She inhaled deeply before taking a sip and sighing in contentment. “Delicious. Thank you.”
“Don’t get too lost in your morning java, tesorina . Breakfast is ready.”
I took that as my cue to load a modest amount of food onto her plate and place it on her lap. She looked as if she wanted to say something and by the look on her face, it wasn’t going to be compliant. I raised a single eyebrow, daring her to defy us, but she just mumbled and set her coffee down, taking a tentative bite of her egg-white omelet frittata.
“Mmm. I missed the food your staff makes, Gio. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished for literally anything from your fully stocked kitchen.”
She meant that as a compliment. I knew she did, but it was a stark reminder of how she’d gone from us and survived on her own. Gio remained silent, passing me his empty plate and settling back with his mug.
I filled a plate for myself and sat on Niki’s other side, taking a bite of eggs and sausages. I always ate a pure protein breakfast. In that, we were the same, with Niki also avoiding carbs. Unlike me, she needed them.
She stopped eating when she was only partway done. Gio, who’d remained unusually quiet, spoke in his smoky tone that always had Niki’s pupils dilating. Not just hers, historically he managed to do that with every woman he’d ever been with. I had no such talent. My tone never modulated. I either whispered, or spoke. Sometimes I even yelled, although not often.
“Good girls get rewarded, tesorina . Bad girls get punished.” Gio set his empty mug on the nightstand.
Both of us were now focused on Niki.
“What if I want to be bad?” she whispered.
I liked where this was headed—my cock already straining in the boxers I’d thrown on after my shower.
A sinister smirk curled the corner of Gio’s lip, reminding me of a dastardly character out of a children's show. “Then I’ll have to call your director and tell him you can’t come to rehearsal because you’ve been bad and are now stuck in the corner with your tanned bottom on display.”
The way he said it, you’d think he was trying to seduce her, but his words were anything but seduction.
“You can’t do that!” she cried out, crossing her arms disagreeably.
And here it was, yet another game we’d always played. Gio’s eyes danced with her challenge. There was nothing he loved more than lording over her whenever she tried pulling that act, and she knew it.
Her breath came in shallow pants, and the pulse at the base of her throat beat erratically. “You wouldn’t dare?”
Her question was rhetorical; we all knew if Gio said something he meant it.
“I’ll pretend you didn’t just say something stupid.” He slid out of bed and took her tray. He fed her by hand until he was satisfied she’d had enough. Then, he carried a squealing Niki to the bathroom where I heard the water flowing a moment later. As I’d already showered, I took care of removing our dishes and rolling the cart out into the hallway.
When they returned, my morning wood was on full display. Gio lifted Niki and placed her on my lap, her slim athletic legs straddling mine.
“Show your Daddy how much you missed him, Niki.”
But I had plans of my own and rotated Niki on my length until she faced away. “Hang onto my knees and take your Master in your mouth.” Gio smirked. His finally mentioning the word he’d always used with her in the past showed all three of us that Gio was firmly back and in control. He stood opposite Niki, bending his knees until his cock was level with her lips.
She reached out her hand and gripped his shaft. Gio fisted her hair, pulling her neck taut and fucking her mouth as she bounced on my cock. Memories of us in the pool room assaulted me from every angle.
Gio and I changing positions on cue like a symphony, playing her body until she’d come undone.
Our young bodies, insatiable, incapable of getting enough of each other. Gio tensing as Niki cried out, setting off my own reaction. The three of us grunting and groaning with our mutual orgasms.
“Swallow,” Gio demanded, and then she was sliding off my cock and onto the bed next to me.
I rolled onto my side and tugged her to me, draping one thick leg over her slim ones.
From this vantage, Gio looked like a God gazing down on his subjects with a knowing smirk. “I’ve got some things to look after. Can you make sure Niki gets to the theater on time?”
“I’m your head capo, shouldn’t I be with you?”
“Right now, you’re needed here. I’ll meet up with you later.” He looked at Niki, his gaze hot on hers. “Behave yourself, Niki, or I’ll make good on my threat.” His lips pulled into a rare, supermodel smile. Gone was the cynical frown line between his brows.
He went and cleaned up and stepped out of the walk-in closet looking like a hot, dangerous model off the cover of an Italian fashion magazine. Niki had fallen back to sleep, no doubt worn out from the workouts we’d put her through between last night and this morning.
He stopped at the end of the bed, taking in her sleeping form.
“Are you sure you don’t need me?” I already knew the answer and what was expected of me, but had to ask one more time.
Gio frowned. “No, but I’ll meet you later.”
He strutted to the door, silently closing it behind him. With no obligations to pull me from the bed, I fell back to sleep. But I didn’t have the peaceful dreams I’d been hoping for. Instead, they were nightmares in which Niki would suddenly disappear.