Chapter 10 #2
“He’s going to…ah, fuck. Such a good boy. Dammit. Yes,” he gasps. I’m not sure what he was going to say, but Pablo can suck cock like a Hoover. It’s nice to see that I’m not the only one who goes wild for it.
While there are concerns about sharing, I don’t have a problem with it.
Before I started negotiating with Don Accetta, I had high hopes we’d all end up with the same omega.
My father began pestering me a year ago to begin working on an heir, reminding me I could merely kill my wife once I had a child.
There are many reasons why Don Accetta and I began negotiating this marriage. I’ve lied to a lot of people about this wedding being mutually accepted by both parties and the length of time we’ve been in negotiations, which is how it ended up interrupted.
“Goddamn, his mouth is going to kill me,” Dario groans, filling Pablo to the brim with his cum.
I can feel my omega through the bond, and I chuckle as I stand up to wash my hands.
Pablo’s currently feeling a lot of awe and shock, but none of it is a bad thing.
Once I’m done, I quickly get dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before climbing back onto the bed to kiss Pablo hard once Dario stumbles to his feet.
I need to remind him that he’s still mine, after all. I don’t care whose cum he’s swallowed, all that matters is how satisfied he feels through the bond. My brothers watch as I slowly pull off his eye mask and remove his ear buds, waiting to see his reaction.
“Did I just get tag teamed by the Domino men?” he asks, breathless as he stares at us.
“Yup. I guess this might end up being a regular thing if you’re okay with it,” Ciro says shyly. “Nico goaded me until I had your cock in my mouth and then I couldn’t get enough.”
Dario grins easily as he fixes his pants beside Ciro, and I can tell he’s not overthinking things like usual. He thinks he hides it from me well, but I see when his eyes go unfocused as he runs the different directions something can go before making a decision.
I know my brothers.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask, untying his hands as I help him up. “Feeling good?”
“Well I certainly hope we didn’t make him feel like a cheap whore,” Ciro gasps.
“I mean, maybe sometimes I want to be bent over and fucked with a black credit card dropped in front of me for new shoes,” Pablo chuckles, rubbing his wrists.
“Is that why you dropped your credit card beside him once afterward?” Dario asks, dropping his jaw.
“You’re going to catch flies,” I tease him. “He needed new shoes for a charity event we were attending, so we turned it into a game.”
“I loved every second of it.”
“Very kinky,” Dario muses, pointing at the ball gag. “My cock is available to keep you quiet whenever needed. I need to go pick up the food at the restaurant now that I’m feeling several pounds lighter.”
“It was a lot of cum,” Pablo says, blushing slightly. “You should take better care of yourself.”
Dario is the one who appears embarrassed now, and I raise my brows as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Rosalia may be awake now, Nico. You should go talk to your wife.”
Ugh. Shots fired. Asshole.
“I hate you,” I mutter, padding on bare feet out of the bedroom before glancing over my shoulder to check on Pablo once more.
“I’m much better,” he reassures me, grinning. “I like time outs.”
“Who would have thought that Nico would take after our father in an ethically kinky way?” Dario grunts.
“I somehow doubt that a gang bang with your younger stepbrother would be something even your father could handle,” Pablo says, standing slowly as he stretches.
He doesn’t seem to be wobbly or spaced out, just happy and relaxed. That’s what I like to see.
Dario looks stunned by how easily Pablo made his parting quip, though it’s difficult to be annoyed at him while he’s naked.
Finally he rolls his eyes and flicks the tip of Pablo’s cock, saying, “Clearly the three of us need to educate you on what a gang bang looks like. Baby, that wasn’t even close. ”
My smile slowly disappears as I continue down the hall, seeing that my wife is indeed awake and sitting up. The sound of the front door shutting behind me a few moments later as Dario leaves barely registers as I walk into the room.
“Hello, darling wife. It’s nice to see you survived our wedding.”
Rosa’s wide eyes move over me, before her lips twist into a snarl. “You had time to fuck someone else already? Color me surprised.”
It would figure that she can smell Pablo on me but can’t tell I’m her scent match. Fucking wonderful.
“Ah, ah, mia piccola. Girls who play in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, no matter how pretty they may be. Are we going to trade insults or conversation before my brother returns with food?”
Rosa purses her lips before she nods. “Dealer’s choice, mio marito.”
Verona snorts softly, while I decide whether or not I’m going to ignore her. It’s not until the doorbell rings, and Ciro enters with bags of clothing and even some toiletries, that I make my choice.
“Verona, you mentioned you needed a shower. I’m so glad my brother already relieved you of your IV. I suggest you wrap your stitches before you do that. The doctor worked really hard for you to fuck it up and get an infection.”
I will gladly play the overly helpful host if it gives me some time with my very secretive wife.
“I’m alright, Vero,” Rosa murmurs, watching as Verona stands with her blanket wrapped around her waist. She walks stiffly, and I’m sure she’s in pain. They’re both lucky to be alive.
Don Accetta took a calculated risk that backfired due to the bond.
“I’ll walk this to the bathroom for you,” Ciro says easily. I would almost confuse him for my other brother, due to how nice he’s being. “There’s a roll of plastic wrap for your side in here as well.”
“Quite the planners,” Verona muses, following Ciro with her head held high.
“Shall we?” I ask once she’s gone, sitting in a chair beside my wife. “Your secrets are unraveling quickly, Rosa. I suggest you begin telling me something real so I can keep you safe. Spill.”
Glaring at me, she turns to stare down at her ruined dress, a reminder of how much her father hates her.
“I’ve seen the video footage of the day we met,” I add. “Your father is a rat bastard, and I fully plan to murder every adult in your family.”
“Can I help?” she asks finally, taking a deep breath as she fully realizes I mean the rapes by my tone and anger in my body.
Finally, maybe we’ll be able to get somewhere.