Chapter 61 #2
Marcello slid his thumb across his bottom lip as our eyes met. “Fucking hell, woman.”
His lips glistened with my cum. He even had a little on his chin and cheeks.
Luca had held it together for so long, but I could see his resolve fading. Killing me with each seductive look he shot at me. Stripped down to his black Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs, he shoved his brother and Drake aside.
He swiped his finger across my cracked lips. “Did Marcello make you feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, sucking his finger into my mouth.
“How about Sonny?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“And Drake?”
“Yes.”
“How about Cole?” Luca teased me with his seductive looks. “Did he make you come, baby?”
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
Luca held my chin, his lips inches from mine. “You gonna come for me, too?”
“Yes.”
He smiled against my lips. “Good girl.”
“I’m not done with them,” I said, breathless.
“No?” Luca winked. “The Knights can have you when I’m done. And then I’ll fuck you again.”
I smiled in response.
Luca stood between my thighs, his cock so hard it could hurt someone. Without warning, he filled me, ripping a scream from my throat. The room spun around me like I was high on Luca, lost in his madness. Drunk on my Devil.
My Devil who made me sin.
The Devil I Craved .
His fingers skated along the outside of my thigh as he fucked me like a maniac.
My ass rubbed against the stone. His cock pounded my inner walls.
Our skin slapped together so hard I cried out.
When Luca was like this, nothing could stop him.
Out of control, losing his mind. Seeing me with Marcello must have awakened the monster.
I arched my hips, and he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, thrusting into me like he wanted to kill me. Fuck me so hard he shattered me.
Marcello and Drake wrapped their hands around their shafts, jerking themselves off as rough and angry as Luca fucked me. Hard and brutal, their movements were so hostile, like they wanted it to hurt. They were all insane, but I guessed I was, too. Because what the hell was I doing with the Knights?
The other Knights still wore their boxers briefs, their big dicks tenting the fabric.
All of them watched as Luca slammed his cock in and out of me, taking me by force.
Like a fucking psychopath. He had that insane look in his eyes, his gaze shifting between my pussy and my mouth.
He wrapped his tie around my throat. Squeezed so hard I gasped for air.
Hard and harder, he drove deep inside me, filling me until I felt him everywhere.
Fire swept down my arms and legs as my heart raced. And then Luca’s arms and legs shook. He was so close, his cock pulsing right before he came inside me.
Out of breath and covered in sweat, he just stared at me. We held onto this moment. I was so afraid to let it slip away. Luca stayed between my thighs and clutched my face in his hands. He slayed me with a kiss that ripped another moan from my throat.
Luca hadn’t kissed me like this in years.
Like he was afraid he would lose me.
He slid his thumb between my wet slit, spreading me open with his fingers, and his cum dripped out of me. He glanced at the Knights and said, “Just so we’re clear, this changes nothing. She’s still mine.”
The following day, Marcello poked his head into my bedroom and stared at me from the doorway.
He was handsome, with smooth olive skin, high cheekbones, and those pretty blue eyes.
Board shorts sat low on his hips. His muscles were displayed in a cut-off tank top melded to his thick chest. My mouth watered as I appraised his body.
He rested his palm on the doorjamb and tapped his fingers against the wood. “Are you ready, princess?”
I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “Come in. I have to get dressed.”
I dropped the charcoal pencil on the sketchpad and slid off the bed. Marcello was by my side, his hand extended. His skin was rough but warm as our fingers connected, and I wanted to do a lot more than touch his hand. He held my gaze briefly, then lowered his eyes and cleared his throat.
He followed me into the bathroom. I rubbed the charcoal from my skin, filling the sink with black streaks. As much as I loved working with charcoal, it was so damn messy.
When I spun around, Marcello dried my hands with a towel. Our eyes locked as his skin brushed mine. A heat wave spread down my arms and went straight to my thighs. The air sizzled between us, palpable energy that ignited whenever we were this close.
I slipped from his grasp and entered the walk-in closet through the bathroom. Stripping off my dirty shirt, I flipped through the hangers, looking for something decent to wear. I dropped the tank top on the floor, then remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Marcello moved behind me, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.
I stood painfully still and sucked in a deep breath, wondering if he would touch me.
After that night’s dream, I hoped he would run his hands up and down my body.
He was so talented with his tongue that I wanted a repeat.
Reaching behind me, I grabbed his hand and held it at my side. I felt him tense against my back. He was so tall he could see over me and was probably staring down at my bare breasts. Did he want to touch them? Would he? I closed my eyes, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.
He bent down, and his warm breath ghosted my neck. I tilted my head to the side, shoveling the hair off my shoulder.
“Marcello,” I choked out.
“Hmm…” He muttered as his fingers brushed down the length of my right arm.
“Does this make me a bad person?”
Continuing his slow exploration of my body, he moved his hand onto my hip, resting it there for a moment before his fingers grazed my belly button.
He sighed. “You’re not a bad person, Alex. Just confused about what you want.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t feel so confused if I’d had a choice from the beginning. I wish I had gotten to know you, too.”
Marcello dipped his head down until his lips trailed across my neck, making my nipples pebble.
“Do you want me, Marcello?”
He nibbled on my earlobe. “What man wouldn’t want you?”
“I didn’t ask about other men.”
“Yes, Alex. I want you.” Marcello dropped his hands from my body. “We need to go. Sonny is waiting for us at the harbor. He doesn’t like to be late.”
Our little bubble popped, and my heart sank to my stomach. I was so damn horny because of my stupid medicine. At least, that was what I kept telling myself because my desire for Marcello grew stronger each day.
“So it’s just us? Kali texted me last night. She has to attend a political function for her dad’s campaign.”
“Yeah, just the three of us. Bash and Damian don’t go anywhere without Luca or Kali.
Cole is at York Military Academy with his dad.
They're reviewing the new curriculum for the next semester. Drake’s stuck at the office working on his new AI software.
And Sonny’s brothers were probably never going to come, anyway.
They’re worse than him and usually sleep half the day. ”
“I prefer smaller gatherings. Crowds give me anxiety. Just the three of us sounds good to me.”
I grabbed one of my new bathing suits from a drawer and paired it with a red tank top that showed my cleavage and black spandex shorts.
Marcello helped me tie the bikini top into place and gave me an appreciative look as I turned to face him.
His eyes wandered from my face to my breasts, then back to my lips.
My skin burned from one look. I didn’t miss his intense gaze as I slipped from my pajama shorts into my bikini bottoms. He’d seen me naked before. It wasn’t like there were any barriers between us.
“See something you like?” I asked Marcello with an evil grin, pulling a pair of black spandex shorts over my bikini bottoms.
His lips twisted in a scowl. “Stop teasing me, and let’s go.”
“Aww, someone’s cranky,” I taunted as I slipped on a pair of sandals. “Didn’t sleep well, Marcello?”
He stared right through me.
Gripping the waistband of his shorts, I looked up at him. “Or has it been too long since your release?”
He groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Funny. Luca says the same thing.”
Marcello pushed my hands away. “Let’s go. I hate being late.”
“Another thing I’m learning about you,” I said as he dragged me from the closet and led me out of my bedroom.
On our way out of the house, we ran into Luca. He stopped mid-stride, his phone raised to his ear, and he looked sexier. His cold blue eyes met mine and then swept over his brother. He muttered a few words into his phone in Italian and then walked away.