Chapter 50
Chiara
The office is quiet. Cecelia is on a break, so I wander past her desk and into my husband’s office. He’s on the phone. He glances up and smiles before frowning at what the person on the end of the line says.
“Are we sure he’s no longer a problem?”
I suspect he’s talking about Santini’s brother, but equally, it could also be Barrington, the English mafia guy. Both are loose ends.
“Okay, fine. Keep me posted.” He ends the call and sighs.
“Any news?” Since Lorenzo’s death and Remington’s arrest, all the problems plaguing the business have vanished.
Funny that. It proves Lorenzo and Remington were behind the issues.
In another interesting turn of events, the FBI informant who leaked the information about the suspicious deposits turned out to be Brandon, the accounts guy.
No wonder the creepy bastard could afford designer suits; Lorenzo had paid him off.
“Santini’s brother has been arrested in Italy. He’s facing a long list of corruption charges connected to the family’s logistics empire, so is unlikely to be free anytime soon.”
He pushes back from his desk and points to his lap. “Sit.”
“I’m not a fucking dog, Angelo.”
“No, you’re my wife. So do as you’re told.” He loves to order me around.
I sashay over and do as I’m told while plotting revenge.
“And Barrington?”
“He’s gone to ground, but the Kellys are on the case. Declan’s following some leads and will let me know what transpires.”
“The Irish mafia guy?”
“Yeah. His brother is a lunatic, but Declan’s a decent sort.” I snort. He’s head of the Irish mafia, so pretty sure decent isn’t an apt descriptor, but whatever.
I wiggle around and hide my smile when my husband groans. He’s already hard. Probably has been since I walked in. The office door swings open and Kane appears with Luka.
Luka met his agent earlier, so he said he’d stop by and take me out for lunch. We invited Fina, but she won’t leave Matteo.
Matteo is recovering slowly. Despite the doctor’s concerns, he appears to have sustained no major brain damage, although he has no memory of what happened that night and his short-term memory remains poor.
The experts Angelo brought in say his memories might not return, but his short-term memory should improve with time as his brain builds new neural pathways to replace the ones destroyed.
“You ready, cupcake?” Luka calls over Kane’s shoulder.
“She’s not leaving yet,” Angelo growls.
“Are you being a bad girl, kitten?”
I arrange my face into an innocent expression. “Me?”
“She’s being a brat again.”
“I am not!”
“You rolled your eyes at me. Again.”
“You told me to sit like a fucking dog! What did you expect?”
“Kane, close the door and lock it. My wife needs a lesson in obedience.”
Luka chuckles. “Looks like you’ll have to wait for lunch, peaches.”
Luka leans back against the locked door with a wide grin. He loves it when the other two tease me to the edge of reason.
Angelo pushes his chair away from the desk. The floor to ceiling windows behind us offer excellent views of the harbor, but I’m too busy wondering what he plans to do to me to care.
“Is my wife wet?” he muses. Kane drops to his knees and pushes my skirt up my thighs. I always wear a skirt or dress when I come into the office. And heels.
Teasing Angelo amuses me, and when he snaps, I love it when he bends me over his desk and fucks me like he hates me.
Kane’s fingers slide under the silk of my panties, and he groans.
“Of course she is. So fucking wet.”
“Tell me what she tastes like,” Angelo orders. He likes to be in charge, which is why he gets so riled when I refuse to be a good little submissive.
“Make me come, Kane,” I plead. Kane winks at me before tugging my panties down my thighs.
“No, she’s not allowed to come,” my husband snaps. Annoying fuck. I try to clamber off his lap, but the arm locked around my waist holds me firm. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “This is your punishment for sassing me.”
“Such a grumpy bastard,” I huff.
Luka laughs. “I’ll help you get your own back next time he has a business Zoom meeting with some stuffed shirts,” he promises. That makes me grin. Angelo has never admitted stalking me via the house’s security system, but we all know he likes to watch when he can’t be at home.
He grows thicker and harder beneath my ass, proving my point that he does like watching.
“I should kick you out of my house.”
“But you won’t.” Luka still has his apartment, but he hasn’t slept there in ages. Most nights he sleeps next to me, which is why Angelo upgraded the bed in his master suite to an Alaskan King. It’s large enough for all of us, although Kane and Angelo are often away on business.
Kane’s tongue swipes over my pussy, erasing any thoughts I have. He forces my thighs wider and hums with delight at how wet I am. So wet his beard is practically dripping with my juices. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so horny.
“Fuck.” I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Luka unfastens his jeans and pulls his cock out. His abs flex as he grips his shaft and groans. “You look so sexy, cupcake!”
I lick my lips at the thought of taking him into my mouth, and he smirks.
Kane’s finger pushes inside me while he licks my clit. Small whimpers fill Angelo’s office, making me thankful the door’s locked and Cecilia isn’t listening outside.
“Does that feel good?” Angelo unfastens my blouse.
“You know it does,” I gasp as a second finger presses into me. His cock throbs beneath me, and I know he’s as desperate to come as I am, but I also know he has ironclad control.
Cool air brushes over my overheated skin as Angelo pushes bra cups down away to reveal my breasts. When Kane looks up from his spot between my thighs, he groans.
“Luka, come here and give my wife’s breasts some attention.”
Luka doesn’t need telling twice. He rushes over and bends to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard the way I like. I reach for him and wrap my small hand around his thick cock.
The pressure builds in my core. I need more. Kane’s fingers aren’t enough.
“Please fuck me,” I plead.
“Not yet, kitten.” Kane grins up at me before resuming his teasing strokes. The bastard knows exactly how far he can push me without tipping me over the edge. But with Luka’s mouth on my sensitive breasts, I’m so close. Unfortunately, Kane realizes when he feels me clenching around his fingers.
He abruptly pulls back, making me cry out with frustration.
“Noooo! This is cruel!” Angry tears prickle in the corners of my eyes, and I glare at him.
“Does my wife need a cock?” Angelo grinds his erection into me, a reminder of what I could have if I played nice.
“Yes, I need a cock. Luka’s cock.” I’m not above playing them off against each other.
“You can have my cock, peaches,” he purrs.
“No, she doesn’t get to choose,” my grumpy bastard of a husband spits. “Let’s play a game.”
“Game?” My eyes narrow in suspicion. “This better end with me coming.”
Luka sits back while Angelo stands. He pulls a tie from a drawer in his desk and wraps it over my eyes, effectively blinding me. Firm hands move me so I’m lying on my back across his desk. I feel exposed. They can see me but I can’t see them.
Fingers brush across my thighs, and with my other senses heightened, I can smell Angelo’s musky cologne and Luka’s soapy scent.
My ears pick up the sound of clothes being shed and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
“If you correctly guess whose cock is fucking you, you get to come, princess.” I shiver in anticipation. This is a game I can get on board with.
“Easy,” I scoff as I feel one of them step between my legs. Fingers grip my thighs, and a cock presses against my entrance. It inches inside me, and I hear a faint groan. Luka. My body is very familiar with the way he stretches me.
“Luka,” I moan. He chuckles as he bottoms out.
Angelo curses, but otherwise he and Kane remain silent.
“Correct, cupcake.” He rubs my clit as he fucks me, while a mouth sucks my breast. I’m so keyed up I come in seconds, gasping at the strength of my orgasm as Luka thrusts harder and then finishes with a low groan.
He withdraws before someone else steps into place. Muscular thighs force my legs wider apart, which tells me this is Kane. He slides into me before a large hand grips my breast.
“Does that feel good?” Luka asks from somewhere to my side.
“Of course it does,” I scoff, arching my back. “I love Kane’s cock.” There’s a low chuckle before a scratchy beard brushes over my nipple and he leans in to kiss me.
I lose myself in him as he fucks me slow and deep. Each drag of his cock takes me higher, and before long, I’m coming again. He doesn’t last much longer before he groans and stutters inside me.
Then he withdraws, leaving me bereft and empty.
“Saving the best for last?” I taunt as Angelo rips the tie from my eyes and bright light threatens to blind me.
He doesn’t bother replying. Instead, he thrusts inside me with a growl, not bothering with a condom. I should be annoyed at him taking such liberties with my fertility, but I’m too eager for a third orgasm to complain.
“My wife,” he snarls as he takes his pleasure from my body. “All mine.”
The other two roll their eyes and ignore his posturing. We all know he has no choice but to share me. It’s that, or he has none of me. I’ve been very clear on the topic.
Thea told me one of her guys refused to share at first, but now he doesn’t mind.
“I’m all yours,” I agree before his mouth claims mine.
And I am all his.
And also theirs.
When I come for the last time, I scream out my pleasure. Part of me hopes Cecelia’s back from lunch and she hears me. I know she still covets my husband, even though she and I are on better terms now and she has a boyfriend.
Does that make me a petty bitch?
Just as well I give no fucks.
“I hope one of you bastards plans to feed me,” I grouse when my husband helps me off his desk after gently wiping away the mess he made.
“Of course, princess. I have a table booked.”
“Thank sweet baby Jesus.” My stomach growls loudly in agreement.
“What my wife wants, she gets.”
“I saw a cute dog on Instagram the other day,” I begin before he cuts me off.
“No more pets!”
I grumble, but he’s right. Coco is enough of a diva, and she’d hate it if we had a second dog.
Cecelia is indeed back at her desk when we all file out of Angelo’s office. I did my best to tame my hair, but unfortunately, I still look freshly fucked. The cum stain on my skirt doesn’t help.
She manages a polite smile when Angelo tells her to cancel all his appointments because he won’t be back for a while.
I’m happy to eat my weight in whatever food the restaurant serves, and I hope he’s taking me to Carloni’s. The pizza there is to die for.
“Um, where are we going?” I’m confused. We’ve left the city and are now on a road I don’t recognize.
“The airport.”
“What? Why?”
Angelo smirks. “I promised my wife a honeymoon.”
“What the fuck? You should have told me we were leaving today! I haven’t packed anything or even said goodbye to the animals! Coco will be upset!”
Angelo is unmoved. “Coco loves anyone who feeds her, as does Felix.”
Okay, so he’s not wrong there, but still. My dog has abandonment issues. She will miss me.
“Fina and Matteo are there,” he reminds me.
“I can video call her, right?”
“Of course.”
“Fine. Then I suppose I agree to this honeymoon.” I hide my smile because even though I’m happy about the idea of spending a week soaking up the sun and having a ton of sex, I don’t want Angelo to get used to me being cooperative.
Hate fucking him is way too enjoyable for that.
“I’m glad you agree because there is no option B.”
And just like that, I’m annoyed all over again.