Chapter 33
The picture of perfection currently curses in Russian as she mixes something in a large bowl.
My sperm donor’s out of town until the day of the Gala which means Lucy is free from responsibility and I have personally enjoyed watching her blossom without his dark, dreary ass lingering in the halls.
So, unless one of my knuckleheads gets injured and requires her attention or the girls at Cloud Nine need her, she’s all mine.
I lean against the door frame, holding back my snicker but I can’t help it when a cloud of white powder puffs into the air and the volatile woman releases naughty, naughty expletives in her devious tongue.
Funny, she still thinks I only know one or two words in Russian when, in fact, I’m fluent. Keeping this little secret means I get to hear her, unfiltered. One day, I’ll let her know I knew every word she whispered in Russian, but that day’s not today, I’m still having fun with it all.
“Yebat!” she says before slamming the bowl on the counter, further spilling the contents. What a temper… “Chto ya delayu? YaA zhe ne domokhozyayka, mat’ tvoyu.”
An involuntary snort leaves my nose. She indeed is not a housewife, probably the furthest thing from one. She spins, her hair flying around and smacking her in the face. She pins me with a furious glare I can’t help but want to be the target of.
“How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to watch you fuck up…” I walk over to the counter where an empty box of white cake mix, a half-empty carton of eggs and various measuring devices litter the area, “cake? Seriously, you may be the only person I know who can fuck up boxed cake.”
Her cute little nose scrunches as her lips thin, her hands meeting her hips. “I’ve never baked a day in my life, you insensitive ass—”
I poke her nose with my finger, and she shakes her head and leans back a fraction.
“Did you just poke my—”
“Fuck. It didn’t work.”
She huffs, “What didn’t work?”
“Your mute button.”
Her fingers ball into fists at her sides before she pushes at me. “Enzo!”
She thinks she’s so tough. It’s adorable. Like a pissed off little fairy. I only make it worse by laughing.
“I’m going to shove my Louboutin’s so far up your ass—” I crouch down, sweeping her up by the backs of her thighs and planting her perfect, round ass on the counter. “Would you stop interrupting me!” she screeches as she slams her fist against my chest.
I chuckle. “If you’re going to spit attitude at me, at least be at eye level, baby.”
As my touch roams her waist, down to her hips and back up again, she softens. There we go, taming the beast. “Now, without biting my head off, tell me what in the hell you were doing?”
Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers interlocking behind me. “Nova told me about this cake called German Chocolate Cake. I wanted to try one. It didn’t seem difficult to make.”
Did our sneaky little Cupid also tell Little Doc that German Chocolate Cake is my favorite next to deep fried Oreos?
“Baby…that was white cake mix,” I say as softly as I can.
She huffs a defeated sigh. “I know, captain fucking obvious. I thought if I added cocoa powder I could make it chocolate but then the mix was clumpy, so I added more water but then it was runny and—”
I pull out my phone, open my contacts, and dial Romano, our personal chef. I could make this cake and probably any other sweet treat her little heart desires, but I’d rather have my hands all over her than in mixing batter.
“What are you doing?” Lucy asks as I brush an errant strand of hair behind her ear.
“Shh.”
“Mr. Enzo. What can I do for you?” Romano answers hastily, his thick Italian accent filling my ear. He was out picking up some groceries anyway so perfect timing.
“I need you to pick up whatever you need to make a German Chocolate Cake.”
“Of course, sir. Anything else?”
“Anything else?” I direct my question to Lucy.
She lights up, listing off sweet after sweet. Then she asks if Romano can make a sharlotka. A twinge of pain hits my chest—those were Mamma’s favorite treat. But I relay the request anyway. I haven’t had one in years…
“Yes, sir. I’m familiar. Not a problem.”
“Thank you, Romano.”
Hanging up, I slide my phone back into my pocket and find her waist once again. “Now, that’s handled, want to go for a ride? The bike is optional, by the way.”
Her porcelain skin practically glows brighter and her chocolate irises sparkle behind her black-framed glasses. “Can I drive?”
A snort leaves me, but she doesn’t laugh. Is she for real? “Fuck no,” I say, seriously this time to get my point across.
“Please.” Her bottom lip juts out, and I snatch it between my teeth, biting down enough to make her gasp, then kissing it softly to soothe the sting.
“Beg all you want, baby. You aren’t touching a bike unless you’re on the back with me.”
“How could I convince you?” Her finger drags down the center of my chest, down my abs, and hooks into the waist band of my jeans. Well, fuck. Okay…she might make a liar out of me.
“I could be convinced, but not today. My bike has too much power for you. But I can take you to the track, set you up with something smaller, and teach you. If you want.”
She nods and gives me an effortless smile. It shatters my world because right there, that look on her face, I did that.
I made her happy in our dark, underground world. Even if I didn’t fix everything.
I. Did. That.
I pull out my phone again, tilting it so she can’t see as I shoot her a text. Her phone rings and she picks it up off the counter, reading the text and biting her bottom lip.
See Lucy’s real smile | Me
“Now,” I say, reaching out to her. She places her hand in mine and hops off the counter. “How about that ride?”
“On the bike?”
“No, baby. On my face.”
“You want to eat my pussy, Enzo? You want me to smother you with my thighs?” She leans in close, her fingers walking up my abdomen.
“Fuck yes.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.”
I’m stunned for 2.5 seconds, long enough for her to push me back and bolt from the kitchen. I lick my lips, rubbing my hands together. Fuck. Yes.
Running in the direction she took off in, I stop in the foyer, listening for her footsteps.
A door slams upstairs, and I take the stairs two at a time.
A thrill of excitement rushes through me, the same feeling I get before I kill and one thing’s for sure, I’m going to fucking murder something this morning.
I.e., her pussy.
I move quietly down the steps, in no hurry to capture what will be mine shortly. When I round the corner, her little hand pops up, a finger gun pointed right at my forehead.
“Bang.”
I smirk and tilt my head. “If I’m going down, you’re going with me.”
Rafael presses his Glock into the back of her head and her pupils expand in a delicious demonstration of fear. “Bang,” he whispers behind her.
I smack her little finger gun out of my away and lift her up and over my shoulder, squeezing her ass in my palms as she gives a coarse shrill. “Not fair! I had you!”
“You can take me out, baby, but my brother always has my back. We’ll drag you to hell with us.”
I kick open the door to the library and let her slide down my body before I sit, pulling her into my lap. The black pencil skirt she wears rides up her thighs and I reach down, ripping her sorry excuse for panties in half and finding her wet and ready.
“Does the idea of killing me turn you on, baby?”
Her fingers run through my hair as she tugs on it, tilting my chin up. “You have no idea.” The sexy lift of her lips lights me on fire and a growl leaves me as I lift her hips and slide down the back of the chair.
A frown of confusion crosses her face before I settle my ass on the floor, the back of my head resting on the chair cushion and her pussy hovering directly over my face.
“Ride it, baby.”
“Like this?”
I grip her hips, pulling her down onto my face, not giving her a single moment longer to protest. A heavenly gasp leaves her mouth as my tongue licks up her core. Fuck, she tastes like sweet redemption, her arousal coating my tongue like a benediction cleansing me of my darkest sins.
She’s still frozen atop me, but my tongue coaxes out of her the depraved little devil she keeps hidden. After a few more swirls of my tongue, I stop and she groans, moving her hips, chasing friction.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage her. “Paint my tongue with your sweet come.” I bite her inner thigh, causing her to squeak and lift momentarily before she settles back down.
“Enzo Baby,” she moans, her fingers gripping my hair, pulling and scratching, with no regard for if she’s hurting me or not. And I fucking love it.
She’s not thinking, lost in her desire, and I’d want nothing more.
When she gasps and freezes, I wonder if I crossed a boundary. “What’s wrong, Lucy?”
“Rafael…”
Okay, I don’t mind sharing, but I definitely don’t like her saying his name while she’s riding my face.
“Keep going,” my brother commands from behind me and I chuckle, knowing he’s watching from the doorway. He can’t see me from my position on the floor, but he has a perfect view of her.
“But…”
I tug her back down by her hips, my arms encircling her thighs, giving me the perfect leverage as I fuck her pussy with my tongue, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
I’m probably leaving bruises, but I know my girl.
She’d love to see my marks on her perfect skin, remember how they got there, how I made her feel as I claimed her.
“Oh...der’mo.” She releases on a long moan. It takes no more than three swipes of my tongue over her clit for her to have a full-on fucking seizure above me. Do I have a little exhibitionist on my hands…or on my face? However you want to phrase it.
Fucking perfect because my control freak of a brother is a freaky little voyeur.
We’ve shared women before, some aren’t into it since we are brothers, others get off on the taboo fuck fest Raf and I can provide. Seems like Lucy’s as twisted and fucked in the head as we are.
I repeat, she’s fucking perfect for us. My brother’s blind for thinking otherwise.
I stay under her, letting her come down from her high as I hear Rafael approach, his fingers brushes down her cheek as she holds his stare with heavy, just tongue-fucked eyes.
I scoot back up the chair from beneath her, unbuttoning my slacks and pushing them down my thighs before settling her into my lap. A loose strand of hair falls over her brow and I brush it away. “You’re fucking perfect for us, baby.”
My brother grasps her slender throat, and tilts her chin up. “You’re going to keep your eyes on me while my brother fucks your pretty pussy. Understand?”
She fucking melts at his words, a whimper leaving her throat as he squeezes harder until she nods. “Brava ragazza.”
Lining up my cock with her opening, my palms grip her hips and I embed myself into her heat. “Fuck.”
Her cunt was fucking made for me. She feels like nothing else as she wraps me in her warmth, her walls fluttering around me. “Enzo.” Her eyelids flutter closed as I thrust up into her, my head falling against the back of the chair.
“Open your eyes, bellissima,” Rafael commands and she listens. His thumb trails up the side of her jaw and he plays with her bottom lip. “Open.”
She does has he commands, all while I rock her fucking hips against my pubic bone, her body trembling as she sucks on his finger, her perfect lips wrap around his thumb.
Her gaze never leaves his as she rolls and rides against me.
I don’t move, instead, I let her find her release all on her own as she rides my cock and teases the fuck out of my twin.
Her muscles tense and a deep moan escapes her lips as her release soaks me and the sweet, invigorating scent of her orgasm fills the space.
“Bellissima la mia cerva. Hai fatto così bene.”
She whines when he tells her how well she did and walks out of the room. She collapses onto my chest in a trembling heap of perfection, both of us panting and there is no place else I’d rather be. This, right here, is my heaven.