25. Nicu
25
NICU
T ap, tap, tap.
What the fuck was my father thinking? Bringing her into the family! The urge to throw the table across the room rode me so high I had to bite the inside of my cheek to remind me not to. Ion did well. He couldn’t keep his disgust to himself, but he used it to make it seem like she wasn't worthy of becoming our family.
Also, when Father questioned him about the vodka at breakfast, he easily played the part he needed to not look suspicious. It was smart of him to clear his mind of that nonsense. My brother was back to being the man he should’ve been, not the drug addled one my father wanted him to be.
I knew father had encouraged him into those filthy habits, telling him that he needed to grow a tolerance since this was the crowd he would be around, but he used it too much. I didn't like seeing him grow more gaunt each time I saw him. I didn't like the attitude that came out of him when he was on it. I knew it was clouding his judgment, and when enemies could be hidden in plain sight, I really needed my brother to be on his A game.
Tap, tap, tap.
Glancing at my watch again, I tapped the tablet in front of me, which showed me the security footage for the front of the house. I saw that his car was still missing. What the fuck could they be up to?
I know that he had to take her; our father would make sure of it, sending some idiot to follow and report back to him. Using Cezar to intimidate people was one of his go-to moves. I just hoped that he wouldn't scare her too badly. I didn't need her coming back here looking haunted and then having a whole other issue to clear up.
The only thing I knew I didn't need to worry about was he wouldn't hurt her. He was attached to her so fully I knew this was going to spell trouble for us later. He wasn’t the only one getting attached.
Tap, tap, tap.
Visions of her on her on her knees, giving me complete control. To fuck that little mouth like it was my own personal fuck toy. When I saw the tears roll down her cheeks, I wanted to lick them up and savor the taste of her submission.
Then, when she was with Cezar, I had to step in. Strap up that leg to have her exposed for me. Thinking of ways on how we’re going to have to train her body to stretch for us. That thought alone had me feeling that controlling beast scratch at the back of my head, demanding to come out and take over.
Then when she took control of Ion, it made my blood pump straight to my cock, thinking of all the ways I could control her as she controlled him. It would be such a different kind of high in that kind of power structure.
Losing myself in my fantasies, my cock getting harder by the second. A door slammed outside of my office and I swiftly abolished those thoughts. I didn't have time to fantasize. What was this woman doing to me?
Tap, tap …. Noticing my hand tapping away on the desk, I tapped one last time, since the rest of them had been in threes, and then folded them in my lap. Weakness. Don’t fucking show your weakness.
After surveying the room, I noticed that everything was just right. Everything was in its right place, facing the right way, down to the centimeter. Usually, this would make me feel whole in my safe space, but as I sat there constantly checking the security cameras, I felt a hole in my chest that had never been there before, and it was growing bigger.
With my brothers, it was about loyalty and camaraderie. While we had different mothers, we all had the same father. The same outcome for our mothers, all dead in horrific ways. It bound us together, an invisible chain of fate, like a black serpent that coiled around our necks, connecting all of us in its ever-tightening grip. The only thing we could all do was to not care, to live our lives out how our father wanted. Only finding purpose in the small scraps of praise we got when we did a good job, but this feeling was so much more powerful than that.
Gripping the handles of my chair, I felt the bricks around my heart crumbling around me, wondering how this was even possible. Thinking back, the first crack happened when I saw her under my desk, wild eyes looking at me like she would stop at nothing. We were both survivors, and I couldn't put out that bright light. Then she took a bullet for me; she gave my youngest brother a purpose and helped my middle brother with his pain… how could I not fall for her?
Her strength called to me, daring me to match it. That's when it became clear to me…I had to kill my father. It was the only way I could ensure she lived, and the three of us needed her to live.
Where the fuck was she?!
Rising to my feet, smoothing down my suit, I went to take a walk. Maybe I would walk in the front garden, see them as soon as they made their way through the iron gate. With my mind made up, I left my office, went down the hallway, and took one step down the stairs when I noticed a figure in a hoodie leaning against the wall of my father's study.
Keeping my feet light, I made my way over to this figure. Hearing my father's booming voice through the walls, I took my gun out from my waistband at my back and put it up against his. “Now, what do we have here?”
The body stiffened before turning its head and lifting a finger to his lips. Ion was staring back at me in his black hoodie and gray shorts combo. I guess he really did go running. He glared at me like I was interrupting something important and turned back to listen in on our father's conversation. Putting the gun away, I went to the other side, curious as to what Ion was listening to, when I heard something smash inside my father's study.
“Fuck you, you bitch!” His voice yelled before another crash sounded. “You thought you could keep me away, thought I wouldn't find you, then you had to go and die on me! Both of you!”
Both? My body stiffened. Thinking back to the research I’d done on her mother, I couldn't recall anyone who was closely tied to her. Kazia’s mother had seemed like she was a lone wolf, even among her own people.
“Sir, the two heads are on the phone. Should I patch them through?”
A heavy, deep sigh sounded, and a glass cup hitting a desk echoed before his voice settled into the cool, sure-of-himself voice. “Patch them through.”
The phone clicked over, and my father's fake, jovial voice sounded. “Madric, Rasmus, how are you both doing? Business good?”
A stern, deep voice spoke, “Arek. You’re the one that called for a meeting and we wanted to know why before we made the trek up there.”
“Yes. You know how we hate to waste time. Is Nicu there?” That sounded like Madric Zakarian, which meant the other voice was Rasmus Hovsepian. Why did our father call for a meeting of the heads? And why didn't I know about it?
My father's voice barely held back the agitation from his voice, “Oh, the boy is doing a job for me, but that has nothing to do with our meeting.” Excitement practically bubbled out of him, “I wanted to tell you that I have called Shera Boswell to confirm, but I’m enacting clause thirteen of the treaty, and I'm offering you both front-row seats.”
The receiver was quiet for a second until Rasmus called out, “Are you sure, Arek? I know twenty some years ago you tried to put this clause into effect, and it ended up being a dud. We don't want to make a fuss over nothing.”
“Are you calling me a liar?” my father's voice came out threateningly, but I couldn't figure out what it was they were talking about. I never saw any thirteenth clauses when I looked at the treaty. “I wouldn't be paying for that bitch to come all the way from America to confirm it if I didn’t. Once the confirmation goes through, she tells you herself; I expect you to be here in two days for the ceremony.”
“Then, I guess…” Madric’s pause was palpable before he continued like it pained him. “Congratulations are in order.”
Rasmus was silent until his harsh voice bellowed, “Just know that if no offspring are produced within one year, then the ruling will go back to the original agreement.” He grumbled, “Of course, you would find some archaic rule to bend, but I guess none of us really have to worry since a wife of Arek Azadian doesn’t seem to last long.”
Archaic rule to bend? Original agreement? Wife? They were talking about the treaty, but I’ve been through that document forward and backward. I knew every line by heart, and nothing talked about any offspring under the one-year rule. My fingers twitched uncontrollably, thoughts swirling until I heard him again.
My father laughed cruelly, “You're just jealous that you didn't get to it first. And who knows, she's a nice little young idiot; she might last longer than the others.” He sneered out the last part, “I guess the Hovsepian are bitch made in front of some pussy, but it makes sense. Guess that's why you use the cunts way of killing.”
“Arek! I will-”
“Alright, alright. It's a joke. I didn't know you were so sensitive, Ras.” My father laughed before his voice went firm, “You both are expected to be here in two days. No excuses.” He slammed the phone down on the receiver, and his chair creaked.
Voices drifted from down below, and a familiar soft feminine chuckle soothed my mind better than anything else. It was dangerous being so attached to her, but I didn't see a choice anymore. It was what it was.
Moving to the edge, I whistled low and quick, making Cezar look up at me. Putting my finger on my lips, I threw my head in the direction of my office, and he nodded, whispering into her ear. Turning to Ion to let him know too, I was surprised to see him looking over the railing, gazing down at her with a soft smile full of emotion. Cezar could barely keep his hands off her, touching the small of her back, leaning in to sniff at her skin. Then there was Ion, all quiet, a blanket of restrained longing covering him.
Fuck, we had it bad.
Turning away from them, I got to my office first, keeping the door open until all three of them filtered in.
“We just found-,” Ion frantically started, but I shhhh’d him before closing the door and locking it. Taking a few wide steps, I made it to my desk, tapping on an app on my phone, and soft white noise came from a speaker in the room. Nodding to Ion that he could now speak.
He stood straight, fists clenched as he faced Kazia. “Our fucking father is not trying to make you our sister; he’s planning to marry you.”
All the blood drained from Kazia’s face; she staggered to her feet, and Cezar caught her before she fell. “No.” Her shaky hand gripped down on Cezar’s forearm. “I can’t. I’ll never do that.” Her eyes went straight to me, and while her defiance was like nails on a chalkboard, I couldn’t help but also agree. It was never even a choice for her; I just wanted to see how she would react.
Letting go of Cezar as she stepped up to me. Everything about her said she was deathly afraid, but those strong, willful amber eyes I admired drilled into mine. “Don’t make me do this. I know you want your father's approval; you all do.” My teeth clenched at her words, disappointed that she could pick up on our pathetic wants, ones we’ve always known we’d never get. She looked around at each of us before turning back to me. “But I’ll never let that happen. I’ll slit my own wrists before I let that man touch me.”
Taking a step, I moved into her space, arms crossed as I stared down at her trembling raised chin and eye that showed no weakness. Her body might be weak, but this woman's soul was made of iron. There was nothing that could take this woman down… and I liked that. She might be strong enough to survive this.
Curling my hand around the back of her head, I brought her in close, our faces only a breath away from each other. Her sweet scent filled my lungs, muddling my mind like a toxin, one I wanted to give in too. “Who said we were ever going to give you up to him?”
Her eyes went wide, looking at my two brothers in confirmation, but I tightened my grip on her hair, forcing her to stay present with me. Sliding up my other hand to her throat, I felt something inside of me break, like a Rottweiler that had been chained up all its life, finally getting free. Wanting to sink my teeth into her and mark her over and over as mine.
Running my thumb up and down the column of her throat, I envisioned pushing her to her limits, reminding her again that no one can have her but us. Spearing into her too deep, filling her up so full that she couldn't even think about anything like that again. She doesn't need to fear it because it’ll never happen.
Something primal took over my body, and I gripped her throat, whispering along her trembling cheek, “You don't belong to anyone else but us. That’s non-negotiable.” Keeping my sole focus on her, I backed her up slowly, moving her where I wanted.
“We might be monsters, killers, men without morals,” the backs of her thighs met my desk, and she stumbled, her ass meeting the surface. “But when we claim something, it's ours for life.”
Pushing her down, her back hit the desk with a thud, and she winced, but her eyes shined up at me like I was a savior, and I ate that shit up like a demon seeing a bright shining soul for the first time. “Now, we’re going to make sure you never forget that. Get past this fear of yours and never hear about it again.”
Lifting up her dress, never taking my eyes off her, she gasped as I ripped her panties off her body. That soft, breathless gasp was like gasoline on a bonfire, igniting my hunger for her that much more. I watched her face contort as I shoved two fingers in her, her breath caught in her throat. “Shit, is that all you can take? Just two fucking fingers? You're going to do better than that, princess.” Her hot, sticky arousal coated my fingers as I pumped harder and harder into that tight pussy.
Licking my lips, I watched her screw her eyes shut, and I barked, “Open your eyes!” Her eyes lifted, soothing the beast inside that craved her submission. “I want you to know that we’ve touched every inch of this body, and we’ll continue doing so until you're ready to accept that you’re ours . It's not a matter of if you agree,” I shoved a third finger into her, stretching that tight pussy as I went in so deep her eyes rolled in the back of her head, “it's a matter of when .”
Her head lolled to the side, her short breaths turning into moans right before my eyes, all while keeping her eyes on me. I loved seeing the life in those eyes spark when I touched her. “Ion,” I barked, turning my head to him, seeing him barely keeping it together. “I think our little princess needs some more attention. Get over here.”
He glared at me, somewhat of a staple in our relationship, but surprisingly, he did as I said and came up to the desk. “Help her out of this dress.” His hands went to the top of the dress, gripping at the buttons that went down the center and ripped it apart. Buttons popped off everywhere; her breasts bounced out since she didn't have a bra on.
When I raised a brow, Cezar crouched down to her level on the other side of her head, petting her hair as he cooed, “The bra got in the way earlier.” Both Ion and I looked down at her with wide eyes. Not only did she see him torture someone, but she also had sex with him? She was fucking perfect. Perfect for my brothers and I.
Ion hovered over the edge and I was tempted to make him wait it out, to suffer, but I took pity on him. “I think her tits need some attention. Ion, make her squirm underneath me.” He didn't hesitate for a moment as he lap at her nipples. Her body lifted up to give him more access as her eyes shined up at me, flooding with desire, daring me to do more.
I kept up my pace with my fingers until I saw Ion lift his hand, and I took one lubed-up finger out and shoved it in her ass just as he slapped her other nipple. She bit her lip, muffling her scream as her face screwed up in pain, but her pussy pulsed around my fingers, dripping with her arousal.
“Oh, my roma, do you know how beautiful you look when you make a face like that? It's mesmerizing,” and Cezar wasn't wrong. My cock was already at full mass, watching her body take everything we gave her, but I was far from over.
Keeping one finger in her ass and two in her pussy, I moved my thumb over her clit and rubbed her in time with my pumps. Ion took that moment to run his teeth along her nipple, and she screamed out, “Ooh, yes. God, fucking yes.”
Glancing up at the door and then to Cezar, he caught on right away. “Cezar, take care of it.”
He smiled, cupping his hand over her mouth as she kept moaning. “Shhhh, shhhh, my roma. We can’t have you making that much noise, even if we love it.” He stood up, unbuttoning his pants, and his eyes roamed her face like he was under her spell.
He brushed his thumb over the soft pillow of her lips, mesmerized, “I can help you be quiet, my roma.”
Picking up her shoulders, he slid her down a little farther, making her head fall off the desk. He crouched down, “I love you,” he whispered, and then he locked his mouth to hers, deepening the kiss so you didn't see where either of them started or ended.
When he finally came up for air, with that dopey look on his face, her softened mews underneath him made my hackles rise. “Open for me, Zia. I want you to take all of me.” He brushed his hand along her cheek. “You’ll be a good girl for me, right?”
She gave a small nod before opening her mouth wide, and he glided right down her throat. She gagged a few times, and he let up, working it so she could take him farther and farther at her own pace. I knew she'd found the right spot when his face lifted up to the ceiling, jaw clenched as his hips moved. I watched with a fervor, seeing her throat bob up and down as he moved his hips. A seed of jealousy weaving in my psyche, refusing to be outdone.
“Oh fuck, Zia. You're so good, such a good girl taking me like that.” He lovingly ran his hand up and down her throat, practically rubbing himself while using her throat.
“Are you sure?” I ripped my hands away from her, causing her to gag, which in turn had Cezar motioning with his finger across his throat and then pointing to me. I wasn't scared of my little brother. Did I feel shame, guilt, and pain for him? Yes, but scared, no. I’ve never been scared of him.
I got up on the desktop. Ion kept up his exploration of her body with his hands and mouth, and I unzipped. Lifting her hips, I shoved her thighs apart, watching that glistening pussy of hers clench around nothing. “Are you sure she’s that good? From here, she doesn't look like she could even take me?” Sneering out at her, “Can you, princess?”
Even with her mouth full and upside down, she had some fight in her, thrusting her hips up at me to say give it my best shot. “It was rhetorical. You will be taking me, and you’ll fucking love it as I stuff your pussy so full, feeling like you’re breaking apart from the inside out.”
Positioning myself right at her wet and waiting entrance, I speared inside of her, going in so hard and deep that she would never be able to forget this moment. My claiming of her would be remembered, even on her deathbed.
Her garbled screams vibrated around Cezar, making him hunch over and grip the edges of the desk. “Oh fuck, Zia. Fuck.”
A crooked, cruel smile took over my face, and I didn't stop there. “Come on, princess, I know you can take more. You will take more.” Carving my touch into her thighs, I used them to assault her pussy with my cock, over and over. I took her relentlessly. It was so hard that my balls slapped her ass and I couldn't get enough. I didn't give her a moment to think, let alone breathe without thinking about me and my cock pounding away at her.
Remembering my earlier mission, I growled out at Ion, not letting up on my pace for a second. “Climb on top and fuck her tits until you come all over them. I want to see her covered.”
He got up, this time not glaring at me as he straddled her, pushing her tits together as he fucked that soft skin he had just had in his mouth. His moaning went low and desperate, “Oh fuck… I need… I need...”
Cezar, through some kind of magical dick stamina, pulled out of her mouth, and she called out, “Don’t fucking waste all our time and cum on my tits, fuckboy. I know your slutty ass knows how to.” Then she made a garbled moan, and her mouth was full again.
Ion let out a deep guttural moan, barely making out the word “Mine,” before he took a beat, spasming on top of her as he coated her chest with his cum. When he was done, he crashed to the side, his hand reaching out to touch her as he tried to catch his breath.
Seeing her tits smeared with cum had my body zing with fire, the urge to keep pushing her, to keep claiming her, overrode any thoughts.
Cezar growled out, gripping down on her throat with force as he thrust and kept himself inside her, whispering, “Drink it down, my love, take all of me and fill yourself up with it. You’re mine.”
Her throat constricted, completely full of him, and I watched as she drank him down. Something inside of me drove me harder, telling me that we were this much closer to fully claiming her.
Her pussy clenched up, choking out my dick just as he pulled himself out of her mouth and crashed into the chair behind him like she sucked the life out of him. With that smug smile, I was sure he didn't mind.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Her head lifted, her whole body clenched, and I kept pounding into her and I watched as my dick got covered in her sticky white cum, making everything feel so fucking damn good.
I knew she was done when her whole body went limp; that lazy pleased cum covered smile was pointed in my direction. Yanking her forward, she yelped, and I removed myself from her and got down off the desk. Pulling her arms up, questions lined her eyes. I gripped her by the hair, and my whole body buzzed on edge as I made sure I was the last one standing and I could barely contain it.
“You think this is over?” With clenched teeth, I got right in her face, taking my other hand and putting her ass on the very edge of the desk. “It's far from over. I'm going to be claiming another orgasm from you as I fill you up so full that you’ll be dripping on your way to the shower. I want you to feel my claim on you even after we’re done.”
Kicking her legs open, I grabbed her arms behind her, opened one of my drawers, and found the extra tie I kept in my office. Yanking her arms tightly, I tied them together.
“You think I can’t handle this?” She grinned up at me, and I returned the gesture, lifting up both her feet and placing them in an open drawer on each side. Having her spread out for me like my fuck main course.
“I know you can,” my hand went to her neck, shoving her back as I watched myself slowly enter my dick’s new favorite place. “It's about you knowing you're mine.” Gripping her throat, she gasped for air, and I thrust into her so hard the desk shook.
She wiggled in my grasp, the fight for air taking over as I kept pumping myself into her. Her thighs shook, her pussy getting even wetter than before as her eyes rolled up into her head. Loosening my grip, she gasped for air, bouncing on my dick like a little fuck doll as all she thought about was me and only me.
I gripped down her throat again, but this time, she fought less, and her pussy clenched just as hard as my grip. Gritting my teeth, I refused to come just yet, but she was making it almost impossible. She took and took and took so fucking good, and it just made me crave more, but I was only a human man. I had limits.
Letting up on her neck, her head fell back, her body posing in a way that I could only describe as carnal desire, and cried out, “Fuck. You. Nicu.” Her nails scraped down my chest, leaving a bloody trail as her body seized around mine, like an earthquake took over just the two of us, and my hips sputtered as my balls tightened.
The next second, we roared out together, both of us coming so hard we slumped back onto the desk, but not before I slid my hands on the back of her head, making sure she didn't hurt herself. I wanted to do this over and over again, and I can't do that if she was hurt.
“I think you broke me. All of you.”
I chuckled on top of her before I realized that I had my brother's cum on my chest now too. Oh well. It's just cum. That familiar itchy feeling crawled along my skin and I reminded myself that it’ll wash off… now.
“One of you needs to get dressed and be a lookout as I carry her to my room to clean up. Then the other needs to get her a new outfit, this one…” I fingered the torn dress hanging off the side of my desk, “This one I’m keeping.”
Now, with my mind clear of that lust-drunk haze or claim on her known and made very clear, I was able to move on to the next step and made a checklist. First, shower. Then, plan our father’s murder.