Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
ADAM
I was furious. Sickened with the fact that somehow Accardo had entered my domain and my security had let him. It was a busy night, and I understood that, yet the single person I insisted I didn’t want to be at the gala tonight somehow made it past every single staff member.
Rage I didn’t know how I contained filled me when he showed up at my side, a smug smile on his face as he talked about my wife. “I saw Bellamy disappear this evening with your friend.”
I turned my head, not letting my shock at his existence show. “This concerns you because?”
“I’m just making sure the best interest of my grandson is being considered.”
Granddaughter, but I didn’t feel like offering that bit of private information. “You haven't got a grandchild that lives in my house.”
“Don’t be difficult. We both know that’s a lie.” He smirked. “I know you got the video clip I shared. Am I right?”
I could pretend to be clueless, but that the messenger never lived to the end of the day only proves that he knew we absolutely received it. “Videos could be edited.”
Another lie I spoke because I knew it hadn’t been. I had proof in the little girl that sat perfectly round in my wife’s belly, taunting me with her existence and promises of what we could all have together.
“We both know that isn’t the case. Strange how Vinnie hasn’t been seen since.”
“People go on vacations all the time; his whereabouts were never my concern.” I fought not to smile, thinking about his rotting body under the very fountain every single person passed to enter this facility.
“He’s your father-in-law,” Accardo pointed out, “unless the marriage wasn’t legal.”
“My marriage, my wife, my child, is none of your concern. Who my wife spends time with other than myself, also not your concern.”
“I was just looking out for her and my grandchild.” He put his hands in his pockets as he scanned the crowd, his eyes falling to Mercer. “I’d hate for you to get careless, and something happen to your family.” There was a pause before he added, “Again.”
I closed my eyes tightly and flexed my fingers, willing myself to not completely lose control and murder this man in front of all these witnesses. When I opened them again, I was centered and calm as I spoke. “Is that a threat, Accardo?”
“I’d never threaten.” He looked back at Mercer. “But I make promises.”
He would die. He was always going to, but now, I swore on my dead wife’s grave that I would end his life before I left this earth, or I would return from the afterlife to finish the job.
“If you show up on my property again, I’ll kill you. Look at my men. I’ll kill you. Breathe the same air as my wife, and we’ll all slay you. I have no compassion and no morals. Your life means nothing to me.”
“Now that’s not any way to treat a guest at your establishment,” he cooed as if I didn’t just confirm that I would kill him.
“You’re not a guest. You’re not welcome,” I growled. “It’s time you leave.”
I snapped my fingers, and my security stepped forward, closing in from all angles of the ballroom. Before they reached us, he stated, “I’d keep an eye on that pretty little wife of yours. I’d hate for her to get in the wrong hands.”
“Not fucking happening.”
“We’ll see.” He held up his palms as one of my men reached for him. “No need for an escort, boys; I’m leaving.”
He turned his back on me right as Mercer joined my side. I turned to my guard, a young guy by the name of Blaine. “Follow him.”
Then we watched until he was out of the door before Mercer said, “We need to find Bellamy.”
And we followed the tracking on Ace’s phone, down the hallway, into the elevator, and onto our private floor, right into the office where we knew our girl would be waiting.
Beautiful.
That was the first thought that crossed my mind when I walked into our office suites to find Ace on his knees for her.
So fucking beautiful watching her come undone for him. So fucking raw watching her cling to the glass. Her body splayed against it for all to see. So fucking mesmerizing watching her consumed by bliss.
Could this be considered art? Because I’d never seen anything I’d wanted to stare at every day for the rest of my life until now. It was exquisite.
I stalked forward, my eyes set on Belle as her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. I needed her, wanted her, couldn’t stand to not touch her, especially after the threats that were issued by fucking Accardo downstairs. I had to have her, but not here. Not with so much weight of expectations stifling us, and threats to her, to us, around the corner.
I leaned down, burying my fingers in her hair, and tilted her face toward mine. “I want to fuck you against the desk,” I admitted. “Bend you over it and watch my cock disappear between your thighs as I pound into you.”
“Do it,” she gasped, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Little Belle, one day. But right now, I want you home. Away from the people, away from the madness downstairs, so I can take you properly.”
Mercer stepped forward, scooping her out of Ace’s arms and flinging her over his shoulder, careful not to press against her stomach. "So we can take you properly,” he promised, before turning his head and biting her ass.
She squealed and wiggled, only earning her a slap on her ass before Mercer carried her toward the private elevator. I turned to Ace, who stood leaning against the window. His palm was flat against the glass as he looked down in a daze. “You good?”
“So fucking good.” He grinned.
She had that effect on us, I supposed. It was something about her taste. It was fucking intoxicating. It made my knees weak and my mind blur. I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t really want to.
“Are you coming?” I asked, already walking toward the elevator.
He jogged to catch up. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”
The car ride home was torture. Pure, painful torture. All I wanted to do was touch her, but I knew if I laid a single finger against her skin, I’d lose all control, and we couldn’t afford for me to lose control now. So instead, I drove. Listening the sweet sounds of Ace and Mercer teasing her until she was mindless with the desire to be fucked by us, begging and pleading for what she wanted.
We wouldn’t let her cum. Not here in the car, when we knew that prolonging her desire was going to be so much sweeter laying on our bed, crushed between our bodies. We hadn’t planned it that way, but we all knew that in the end, it was where we would all end up. Maybe it had always been our life's destination. The three of us against the world, and now… the three of us against one tiny female we could call ours.
The drive did not end soon enough, at least not for me. Not when my cock was pressed tight against my zipper, begging for a release. I don’t even remember turning off the engine. The only thing I remember was scooping my wife out of Ace’s arms and practically running up the steps with her cradled against my chest.
She was laughing, and it was music to my ears, a balm for my soul… bliss. I wished I could bottle the sound and listen to it at will. Capture it, treasure it, because I knew just how fragile time was. Knew that there would be a time she wouldn’t be able to laugh in the moments I craved to hear it most.
The door slammed behind me, but I didn’t falter on the way to our bedroom. I wished the suite upstairs was complete, wished I had paid more to get it done faster so that we could have all piled together for the rest of our days. But for tonight, my bed would do.
I placed her down on the bed and leaned into her, capturing her lips, toying with her tongue in a slow dance that made her whimper and writhe against me. I broke the kiss. “How was it, baby? How did you like having Ace on his knees before you?”
She didn’t answer. Her hips bucked against mine as she silently begged for what she wanted. We’d give it to her, give her anything she’d ever ask for. But fuck, I needed to hear the words, needed to know that she was going just as wild as she was making us.
“Tell me,” I demanded as I pulled back, putting space between our bodies.
“Yes.” Her panting made the words strained.
I fisted the silk, pulling it up to her hips. “You know, the only person who hasn’t tasted just how fucking good you taste is Mercer. Do you want to give him a taste baby, show him just how delicious you taste?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes not leaving mine as if she was afraid to tell me the truth. Afraid that our arrangement had changed in such a short time and that I’d let jealousy take hold.
“Mercer.” His name was a demand, an order to obey, and he stepped forward, standing by the edge of the bed, waiting. “Our woman is needy.”
“I guess I’ll have to fix that, right, little lady?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Only nudged me aside before he gripped her hips and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. He leaned in and he fucking devoured.
“Holy fuck,” Ace breathed out.
I agreed. The sight of Mercer between her thighs made my blood turn from simmering to a rolling boil. I was going to suffocate from the heat. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. This shirt was stifling. These pants constraining. I didn’t care that this suit was thousands of dollars. It was a casualty of lust as it ended up on the floor with Ace’s.
Without clothes, I was barely cooled. The fire that was radiating off Mercer and Belle heated the entire room. Belle was writhing, going wild with need, begging and pleading Mercer to let up. He wouldn’t. I knew that much about him. If his mind was set, there was no changing it.
Mercer worked on peeling off his clothes, all the while not separating his mouth from her body. I stepped forward and knelt on the bed beside her, taking the silk of her dress and pulling it up, forcing it off her body so she was laid bare for us. With the dress gone, Mercer’s hand instantly came up, massaging her breast while Ace sucked on the other nipple.
We were doing this.
Together.
Fuck. How had I gotten so lucky? Was it repayment for the despair I’d already lived through?
I brought my body closer, threading my fingers in Belle’s hair, tilting her head back, so she was forced to look at me. Her eyes were enormous, feral, glassy with need. Her mascara had already run, her makeup ruined, and I couldn’t wait to ruin it more, to take away all traces of the composed woman she was mere hours ago and leave a boneless mess in her place.
I leaned down, kissing her quickly before I pulled back, tilting her head toward Ace, who was kneeling on the other side of her. “Do you want to taste him, baby?”
She didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
A guttural moan left her, and her hand grabbed Mercer’s hair as she held him in place. Her hips jerked and her eyes rolled as she rode out her orgasm. When her lips parted on a gasp, I used her hair to drag her toward Ace, forcing her lips around Ace’s cock.
He cursed at the feel of her mouth on him, his chest already heavy from the exertion of holding back as she sucked, her hand grasping the thick base as she moved her mouth up and down the head. Mercer wasted little time. The moment her orgasm ebbed, he was on his knees, his pants down as he sheathed himself with her body, rocking his hips in such a way that I knew he would not last.
Hell, none of us would.
There had been so much push and pull in this house, so much tension that clearly was left unaddressed for too damn long, and now we were taking it all. Taking all we craved, all we wanted since the second this woman stepped into our house.
“Your so fucking tight.” Mercer’s eyes were squeezed shut, like even opening them would be too much for his control.
Watching Mercer like this.
Watching her laid out before us.
Watching Ace in bliss.
It was all too much for me, too overwhelming for my senses, too fucking picturesque not to appreciate. My hand stroked the length of my dick before I even realized what I was doing. Precum wept from the tip, coating the length with each stroke. A tiny hand joined the movement as Belle reached up, stroking me while she sucked Ace.
“Fuck,” Mercer growled as he flexed his hips, lifting Belle’s lower half of her body up so he could pound faster into her. She released her mouth from Ace, a scream leaving her as another orgasm took hold, drawing Mercer’s to follow. He panted and cursed, praised and worshipped until his body was spent and he slumped forward, placing kisses against her stomach as her labored breathing settled.
Ace didn’t give her much time to recover. He scooped her up and flipped her over, having her kneel on her hands and knees before driving into her body with such force that she jolted forward, her shaking arms barely able to hold her. He leaned over her back, gripping her hair to guide her up. With his lips next to her ear, he whispered, “Why don’t you suck your husband like a good girl?”
Her green eyes looked up, black rimmed from her runny mascara only making the color brighter against her pale skin. I didn’t ask permission when I shoved my length between her lips, though I doubted she would deny me.
We were ruining her innocence. She was taking on our corruption. And by the end of the night, we’d break her or she would destroy us. I suspected the latter because my armor was already cracked. Years of chinks and damage had made me too fucking vulnerable, and now I was ready to crumble for her.
I ran my fingers through her hair, my vision blurring for a moment from the pleasure her tongue circling my tip brought me. She didn’t take her eyes off me, the sight alone so erotic I knew I’d not forget it.
Tugging on her strands, I praised, “So fucking pretty with my cock between your lips. Do you know that?” She whimpered her response, and I continued, “Look what you did to Mercer. He’s so fucking weak because of you. How does Ace feel? Have you dreamed about all our cocks?”
Her fingers squeezed the sheets, my words causing a groan to vibrate through my dick. Ace cursed. His hands fell to her hips to grip her tight. “She’s squeezing me so fucking hard I don’t know how much longer I can last. You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I pushed in deep, causing her to gag before I pulled back. “Ace likes the feel of you and Mercer coating his dick.” Tears fell down her cheeks, and I wiped them before leaning over and kissing her forehead. “You’re doing so fucking well.”
And she was. She took all we gave her, a fucking beauty among us beasts. And when she came again, her eyes bright, her body taut, she took Ace and me with her. My cum poured down her throat, streaming hot ropes of ecstasy, until I was weak in the knees, my mind hazy as we all collapsed into a pile on the bed, limbs intertwined, minds blissed out, consumed by lust and love. Living in the peace we had built together.
If only that peace would last.