Chapter Seven #4
“Yes,” Dad tells me. “I pulled back significantly when your mom found out she was pregnant with you. We hadn’t known each other for long, so I didn’t get to the point of telling her what my family did.
I made the decision not to say anything and delegate everything.
We don’t involve innocent people, and we don’t really hurt anyone either.
We can handle our shit without involving innocent people. ”
“So where have you been?” I ask.
“With your uncle, for the most part. I was out of the country a lot in the beginning. I kept tabs on you both, so I knew you were safe. I was beyond happy when Ray came into your lives.”
“Did you know him?” I ask.
“No. He was your mother’s best friend in high school. They got close again and got married. He was a good guy from everything I could find. If I thought, even for a second, that he was shady, he wouldn’t be here today.”
“Never thought I would feel proud of getting the mafia’s approval,” Ray muses.
“How does this work?” I ask. “Mom is remarried, but the once-dead husband is back.”
“Good question,” Mom mutters.
“She doesn’t have to choose,” Dad says. “As long as she is happy, so am I,” Dad says, smiling at Mom.
“Just share her,” Elijah says. “If we can all do it with Arianna, y’all can.”
“Son, I'm just going to pretend that you didn’t tell me that,” Dad says, and I laugh. ”I can’t imagine my little girl… Jesus.”
“They’re good men,” Ray says. “They know what will happen to them if they hurt her.”
“You’re scary for being so calm. Both of you,” I say. “Between these ten men, I think I’m pretty safe.”
“Ten?!” Dad asks with wide eyes. “Arianna…”
“Four are friends.” I laugh. “Hockey sticks are left out of the equation, so we are good.”
“Christ,” Dad says, shaking his head.
“Go spend time with Mom and Ray,” I say. “I’m okay. I have them with me.”
“I love you, Arianna,” Dad says, hugging me tightly. “I’ll be at the game tomorrow.”
“Did you know I got hurt?” I ask him.
“Yeah,” he says, cupping my face. “I might have disguised myself as a night nurse so I could visit you. You were asleep most of the time, but…”
“That’s why you are familiar,” I say. “You had a mask on. Like a surgical mask.”
“Yeah,” he says with a smile.
“You colored with me when Mom and Ray were asleep. I struggled to hold the pencils, and you helped me figure out how to hold them, so I didn’t drop them,” I say.
“You and I used to spend a lot of time coloring. I knew you wouldn’t recognize me, so I spent as much time with you as I could.”
“Your physical therapist was a friend of Anthony’s,” Rogers says. “Not gonna lie, Anthony. Not much gets by me, but you did.”
“Because I’d do anything to save my little girl,” Dad says.
“Go on and make it up to Mom,” I say to Dad. He hugs me once more before turning to Mom and Ray.
“Join me? I have a suite on the floor up,” Dad says. Mom looks at Ray, and he winks at her. When my mother blushes, I grin. I didn’t think I would ever be excited to know that my mom was going to be railed by two men who are both my dads, but I am. She deserves all the good things in this world.
“Stay in here until you have to leave for the game,” Rogers says to us.
We watch as they all leave, and then it is just my ten men and me. “What do you want to do?” Jovian asks.
“Get railed.” I laugh. “But that might traumatize the boys.”
“Mmm. Don’t be so sure.” Kip chuckles.
“What?” I ask.
“Look at them,” Kip says. “Look at the way Tate scans your body. They look at you like we do; they just have more self-control.”
I look at Tate, Beckett, Logan, and Jaxon before looking at the others. They’re all staring at me. “There are ten of you,” I say. “I need y’all to be blunt. I can’t take vague statements or implications.
Tate walks over to stand in front of me. He pauses to look at me for a moment before speaking. “Let your men fuck you so we can see how good they make you feel,” Tate says. “Then… we will enjoy you.”
“Are you guys okay with this?” I ask Jovian.
“More than okay,” Jovian says. “We saw the way they looked at you and knew. We told them they were free to pursue you. Clearly, you feel the same way.”
“Who wouldn’t want to get railed by ten sexy men?” I ask. “But this most definitely makes me a whore.”
“You can be our whore,” Tate says with a wicked smile.
“You… can’t say things like that to me,” I say with a blush.
“Oh, Ari. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you on your knees with my cock down your throat?” he asks. “Do you know how hard it has been not to touch you? To be respectful? How many times do you think I have come with you on my mind?”
“Tate,” I whisper.
“I have prayed for the day that I could feel how your cunt grips me, Ari. Let us use your sweet little body, and I promise you won’t regret it,” he says, brushing his lips across mine.
“I don’t do nice,” I say.
“Good. We don’t do gentle,” Tate says. “Go on. Let us see how they play with you.”
“Fuck. This is happening,” I say when Connor grabs my hand and pulls me closer.
“Safe word,” Connor asks as he pulls my shirt off.
“Uhh. Peach,” I say.
“You are in charge, Ari. Just one word, and we stop,” he reminds me. “I don’t care if you just want to test us. If you want to stop, just say the word.”
“Okay,” I sigh. My eyes flutter when Mateo starts kissing my neck as he stands behind me.
He unhooks my bra, and Connor unbuttons my jeans.
They have me naked in no time before Connor grabs the backs of my thighs and picks me up to take me to the bed.
When he sits, I automatically lower onto him and take him deep.
“F-Fuck!” I gasp.
“How do you feel?” Mateo asks.
“Full,” I groan as I rock my hips.
“Your head, baby. We need to know where the line is,” he says, dripping lube on my ass when Connor lays back and pulls me across his chest.
“I feel good. No pain,” I confirm. Mateo simply tosses the bottle down, grabs my hips, and slams into my ass. “Oh God!”
“Fuck, I need that mouth,” Kip grunts as he cradles my face and pushes down my throat. I suck hard, and they all start pounding into me hard and fast. They find a near-violent pace that has me screaming around Kip as he brutally fucks my throat.
“Fuuuck,” Kip roars as he drains his cock down my throat.
I suck hard as I swallow him down, and Hunter takes his place.
Once again, I focus on sucking the cock forced down my throat as Connor and Mateo brutalize me.
I have come so many times by the time they do that, I am hypersensitive.
It’s not taking much to throw me over the edge into bliss.
“Oh, fuck no,” I hiss when I am handed off to Jovian and Elijah, and they both force their way into my pussy. “Too full. Fuck.”
“Shit, she’s tight,” Elijah grunts. “But I need her ass.”
He pulls out and slams into my ass, finding a violent speed as he and Jovian set out to destroy me.
Elijah pulls me up to cover my mouth and pinch my nose closed.
My eyes roll back as they rail into me, and right as I am about to pass out, he lets me breathe.
A feral moan rips from my chest as an orgasm tears through me, forcing my arousal to flood out.
“J-Jesus,” I pant as I am laid on the bed. I whine when hands grip my thighs and spread them apart.
“Look at us,” Jaxon says. I open my eyes and blink a few times.
I’m surrounded by my friends, and nervousness turns to lust when I find they are all gripping their cocks, stroking themselves.
They have a look of hunger in their eyes as they scan my body, and I fucking want it. I want them. I want all of them.
“Jesus, you’re stunning,” Beckett says. “I can't fucking help myself.”
He dips his head lower and drags his tongue across my clit.
I moan and arch off the bed when he plunges his tongue into me and starts sucking and lapping up the come left behind by my partners.
I am writhing with pleasure as they all have their hands on me.
They suck and nibble at all of the sensitive parts of my body, and I am in fucking heaven.
Every touch they make is precise and accurate to the point that the softest touches have me on the edge of coming.
In this moment, I am learning that I don’t need someone to brutally fuck me to make me come. I don’t have to have the pain.
“So fucking delicious,” Beckett groans.
“Please,” I moan.
“What is it, Ari?” Logan asks, gently kissing my face.
“I want to come,” I pant. “Please, God. Let me come.”
“You are so pretty when you beg,” he says softly as he continues to kiss my face. ”Come for us, Ari.”
With that, Beckett suddenly pins my hips with my legs spread wide as he viciously sucks on my clit.
Lips smash against mine as my orgasm suddenly rips through me.
He doesn’t stop as one orgasm blends with another until he finally pulls out of me what he wanted all along.
Beckett moans against my pussy when arousal floods out of me.
He drinks from my body until I am weak and limp.
“Fuck, I need you,” Beckett growls as he lies on the bed and pulls my body on top. He grabs my hips, and with one thrust, he buries his cock deep inside of me.
“Oh, Beck,” I moan into his chest when he starts to fuck me as hard as he can with a tight grip on my body. I am overwhelmed in the best possible way, and yet another orgasm is forced out of me when Jaxon sinks into my ass, and together, they find a brutal alternating pattern.
Logan pulls my head up and shoves his cock down my throat before finding the same punishing speed.
I reach my hand out and quickly find Tate.
He moves my hand to wrap around his dick, and I am shocked to find that he is the biggest amongst everyone.
He’s the only one I have not seen yet, and if anyone breaks me, it’s going to be him.
He has several bars going up the backside of his cock with barbells pierced through the head as well.
He covers his hand with mine and slowly fucks my fist. Feeling how hard he is for me sent me spiraling into another orgasm that drags the others with me.
When they all move away, Tate hooks my legs over his arms and bends me in half so he can place his hands on the bed. “Fuck, you’re going to hurt me,” I whimper.
“Do you want me to hurt you? Hmm? You want me to make you my filthy little fuck toy, don’t you?”
“God, yes,” I moan as he teases my pussy with the head of his cock. He is far too thick and impossibly long. When he pushes in just a bit, my entire body shivers as I tense.
“Scared, little slut?” he asks softly.
“Yes,” I pant.
“I’ll be gentle,” he says.
This man is a goddamn liar because the moment the words leave his mouth, Tate surges into me, and a silent scream has my back arched, my head tipped back, and my mouth open, but no sounds leave me. He fucks me slowly, but pushes so deep that my eyes water.
“Tate,” I cry out.
“Scream for me, Ari.” He grunts, moving faster.
He rams against my cervix but wraps his hand around my throat, cutting off my air.
I grab a tight hold of his wrists as he pounds into me.
I can’t breathe, but if suffocating feels like this, I will happily die with his cock buried inside of me.
Every few thrusts, he releases his grip just enough so that I can draw in air.
Eventually, he stops letting me breathe and fucks me like I’m his breath.
And fuck, if I don’t break. When one last orgasm erupts out of me, and I feel his cock swell and explode inside of me, everything goes dark.