Chapter 39
Elise
I t’s been a few days since Enzo revealed my identity to the other three, and they’re all still acting weird about it. Joey seems to have accepted it the most, whereas Frankie can barely look at me. I’m still a little worried that he’s going to walk into my room and shoot me, actually. Sal falls somewhere in the middle.
The thing is, I can tell they all still want me. I’ve caught Joey and Sal ogling me multiple times, and Joey slapped my ass yesterday when he walked by me in the hall. Frankie’s signs are more subtle, but I saw the way his eyes darkened when I “accidentally” let my dress ride up and exposed the curve of my ass during breakfast this morning.
Granted, I have no idea why he was even there during breakfast. It seems like I haven’t had a moment to myself in the past few days. Even when I’m in my room, I get the feeling that someone is nearby. I’m hoping it’s because they’re all coming around to the idea that I’m not the enemy. Maybe they’re ready to finally take Enzo’s rules for a spin. Or maybe they’ve managed to talk him into lifting them altogether?
I’ve been in my room all morning, having returned after breakfast to check my phone—nothing, as usual—and then not wanting to wander aimlessly through the house and risk running into Enzo. He’s still being a dick and hasn’t apologized, so I’m back to avoiding him unless he calls me down for something work-related. But it’s the middle of the afternoon, I just finished my book, and I’m starving, so I stand up and stretch before quietly opening my door to sneak downstairs.
Or that’s the plan until I open the door and find Sal and Frankie standing in the hall. I’ve been hoping to catch either Sal or Joey—or both—but I can’t for the life of me remember why. I do know that I only wanted them for whatever the reason was—not Frankie or Enzo.
I have no chance of figuring out what I needed because I’m completely distracted by the way Frankie’s tongue is down Sal’s throat and Sal’s hand is stroking Frankie’s cock. I’ve known about their relationship for a long time, but I’ve never caught them in an intimate moment like this.
When they see me, they move away from each other, but Frankie doesn’t try to hide his erection.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I say, gesturing between the two of them to indicate they should keep going. I lean against my door frame, hoping I’m about to get front row seats to my new favorite show.
“You… don’t mind?” Sal asks, hope and heat mixing in his eyes as he takes a step closer to Frankie. Frankie doesn’t say a word, but he’s still standing in the hallway with his cock jutting out from his open jeans.
“Mind? Why would I mind? It’s fucking hot,” I answer honestly.
“You’re just going to stand there and watch us?” Frankie asks, finally breaking his silence. He’s barely spoken to me since he found out about my real job, so I’m surprised he hasn’t zipped up his pants and stomped off already.
“You’re the ones going at it outside of my room,” I point out. “If you don’t want an audience, go somewhere else.”
They look at each other and come to some sort of silent agreement. The next thing I know, Sal is dropping to his knees in front of Frankie, and I’m really wishing I had panties on.
“Fuck,” I whisper when Sal takes Frankie all the way to the hilt on the first thrust. I press my legs together to try and stop my arousal from dripping onto the floor, but watching the two of them together is driving me wild with need.
“Oh, fuck me,” I groan when Sal pulls his own dick out of his pants and strokes it in time with Frankie’s thrusts. He sucks cock like a pro, and I find myself wondering if he’d give me lessons.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Frankie asks. He tightens his grip on Sal’s head and pumps his hips even harder, taking his mouth exactly how he wants to and making it clear who owns it. “I don’t think you’re lying about that. I can see it on your face. You enjoy being a slut for us. I bet you want a taste of our cocks right now.”
I nod and let one of my hands trail up to my breast and pinch my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. He’s not wrong, and I hate that I can’t keep my emotions out of my job.
“The problem is,” he continues, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade, “I can’t decide if I trust anything else about your story. And I can’t reward you if you’re a traitor.”
My heart almost stops when he flips the knife open and gestures for me to step towards him, and I curse internally at myself for not leaving this hallway when I had the chance. I don’t say anything; one wrong word, and I’m done for.
I see Sal glance at me, but he doesn’t stop sucking Frankie’s dick. He does, however, stop touching himself, so at least only one of them is getting off on the idea of my death. Not willing to push my luck, I take a step forward and put myself close enough to Frankie for him to be able to stab me if he wants to.
“Turn around and take off your dress.”
I look at him, unsure if I imagined what he just said.
“Turn around,” he grits out. “And take off your fucking dress.”
Slowly, I turn to face the door to my room and pull my dress over my head, discarding it on the floor. Thanks to Enzo’s stupid rule, I’m completely naked and vulnerable to the whims of the criminal behind me. Both of them, I guess, but we all know Frankie is in charge right now.
The cold blade touches my skin, and I shiver involuntarily.
“I don’t trust you,” Frankie growls behind me. “I don’t like being lied to. I don’t like not having all of the information. And I definitely don’t like how you’ve wormed your way in here and made us all act like fucking lovesick puppies.”
While he talks, he drags the blade over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. I can still hear the soft sounds of his dick moving in and out of Sal’s mouth, and the whole situation is making my nipples hard while I try not to let on just how wet I’m getting.
“Bend over, spread your legs, and hang on to the wall,” Frankie instructs, removing the blade from where he’d been carefully tracing the curve of my hip.
I get into the position he described and wait to see what he’ll do next. My pussy is on display for them, and a thrill runs through me when I hear Sal’s deep groan.
“Your cunt is leaking everywhere,” Frankie informs me. “Is it because of us, or do you get off on fear?”
“I… Both, I think.” My admission surprises me, but not as much as Frankie’s hand landing on my right ass cheek. I glance behind me to see that Sal is furiously jerking his fist up and down his cock while he sucks off Frankie, and I moan. “Definitely both.”
“I can see you clenching when you look at us and when I spank you.”
“Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m asking for but knowing that I need something.
One of them spits and then a hard, blunt object nudges at my entrance. It takes me a minute to realize that Frankie is putting his knife in my pussy, and I gasp.
“Don’t let that fall out,” he orders. “Sal is going to get both of us to the point where we’re ready to come. If it falls out before we finish, you’re a dead woman. Keep it in and you live to see another day. And don’t even think about taking your hands off that wall.”
I nod, clamping down on the knife handle like my life depends on it—because it does. I watch over my shoulder as Frankie fucks Sal’s mouth and Sal jerks himself off. My inner walls are pulsing with the need to come, but I need friction.
“Fuck!” Frankie pulls back from Sal’s mouth and yanks him to his feet, and they both turn to face me. “Don’t move a fucking muscle,” he warns me.
I watch them as they fuck their own hands, involuntary moans escaping me from the desperation filling me. Frankie’s first shot of cum lands on my back, and he aims lower so the next few ropes land on my ass. Sal lets out a long, low groan and follows suit, both of them milking every last drop from their cocks and painting me with their cum.
Frankie pulls his knife out of my pussy, and I almost come from the way the handle slides out of me. He drags his tongue along one side, tasting me, and then I watch in horror as he zips up his pants and turns to leave.
“Wait!” I call, unsure what to do. “You’re leaving?”
He turns back and tries to keep his expression blank, but I can see the lust and anger burning like two warring factions in his mind. “I have work to do.” With that, he goes downstairs, and the front door slams hard enough behind him to make me jump.
“This isn’t how I imagined the first time with the three of us going,” Sal says, running his fingers through the trails of cum on my back. “But you do look beautiful this way. Spread out and ready for our cocks. You must’ve really enjoyed the way Frankie just treated you. You’ve left a little puddle on the floor,” he tells me, and I glance down to see that he’s right. “I love seeing you this way. Dripping from this pretty cunt and covered in cum. Fucking hell.”
His filthy words contradict the sweet, almost reverent tone of his voice, and it takes me completely by surprise when he drags his fingers from my back, over my left cheek, and down to my pussy, which is still on display because I haven’t moved.
“I bet you would do just about anything to get to come right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes! Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”
“Hmm…” His fingers tease my clit, but he doesn’t apply any pressure.
“Sal,” I whine. “Please!”
He gives my pussy a sharp slap, and I scream in surprise. “Play with your nipples,” he orders. “But don’t stand up yet.”
I brace myself on the wall with one hand and pinch my nipple with the other, and Sal alternates between spanking me and slapping my clit. After what feels like hours of him playing me like a fucking xylophone, he runs his fingers over my back and thrusts three of them into my pussy, reaching around me to rub my clit in tight circles with his other hand.
It only takes a few seconds of him fucking me with his hand while I squeeze my nipples before I detonate, screaming out my release for the whole damn house to hear. Sal doesn’t let up, continuing to work his fingers in and out of my body while rubbing my clit, and my orgasms all run together, flooding out of me like he just broke a dam in my pussy.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he growls into my ear while I whimper through the next orgasm. I’ve lost count of how many he just gave me, and he won’t stop.
“Sal,” I gasp. “Too much. Too sensitive.”
He bites the skin that connects my neck and shoulder, and I fall against the wall, spent and exhausted like I’ve never been before. Finally, his fingers stop moving, and I stand there panting and shivering, my body occasionally spasming with another aftershock.
“I’ll send up some food and water,” Sal says, scooping me up and carrying me into my room to lay me on the bed. “And someone needs to clean up the floor. Looks like a bathtub overflowed out there.”
I’m too worn out to be embarrassed by that, so I just nod sleepily and roll onto my side to watch him walk away. Before he’s gone, I stop him to ask a question. “Sal.”
He comes right back and waits for me to keep talking.
“Do you believe me?” I ask. “Do you believe that I’m trying to help?”
He looks at me for a long moment before nodding. “Yeah. I do. And Frankie will come around soon,” he adds.
Smiling, I nod and close my eyes. “Good,” I say before yawning. “I won’t betray any of you. I promise.”
As I drift off to sleep, he says, “I really hope you don’t. It would break all of us to have to kill you. Especially Enzo.”
I barely register his words but even in my nearly comatose state, I realize that having the power to break someone like Enzo is a big responsibility. It would also make me a weakness for him in the eyes of his enemies, and I don’t think I love the position that puts me in.