36
SERAFINA
L ast night feels like a dream. The kind you wake up from and want nothing more than to fall back asleep; to fall back into that world because the reality is far too surreal. That’s what I’m currently stewing in as I listen to my father cast expletives down the phone about my stupidity, lack of respect, and naivety.
“I told you to have a solid plan!” he berates, forcing me to pull the phone away from my ear. “Why am I hearing about some allegiance with The Vultures?”
My entire body freezes. The only people that know about the deal with them are my crew. Nobody outside of my circle should know that information because I haven’t told them, and definitely not my father. He always taught me to keep vital information away from anyone that could harm the integrity of it. It’s not that I don’t trust my father, but since his position is no longer to lead, he doesn’t need to know everything.
“Who told you that?” I grit my teeth, suppressing the anger bubbling beneath my skin. As a leader, I need to ensure that my crew is loyal to me and only to me. Someone is leaking information, and even though it’s only to my father right now, it’s still a problem that I need to shut down .
“Sera,” My father sighs, reluctance piercing the silence. Whoever is feeding him these details is someone he trusts, someone close enough to me that I wouldn’t pick them out of a lineup. The question is, who can’t I trust?
“Who told you?” My voice deepens, my temper rising.
“It doesn’t matter. The Vultures cannot be trusted.”
“I know.” My fists clench. Even when I’m in charge, my father is still overshadowing my authority. “I have it under control.”
“I hope so, Tesora . I just…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to.
“I know, Pa,” I sigh, running my hand through my hair. It comes as no surprise what he’s thinking, and tempting fate will only make matters worse. I lean forward on my desk, the gravity of the situation sinking in. I have to get this under control. I need to find out who the mole is. If my father won’t tell me, I’ll just figure it out myself.
A light knock sounds at the door to the den. I lift my head up to see Luca closing the door behind him, approaching me with two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands.
“I have to go, Pa.”
“ Ti voglio bene ,” he says softly.
“ Ti voglio .”
“Your pops?” Luca asks once I hang up, handing me one of the mugs.
I nod reluctantly, placing the mug on the desk. “He knows about The Vultures.”
“You told him?”
I glare at Luca. “Someone else did.” It sounds almost accusatory, which I don’t mean it to be. I’m just so damn frustrated. I want to end the Verdis, but I need to be clever about it. I want to go back to two months ago, when Enzo was very much alive and we had a carefree life, but that’ll never happen. I want to relive last night, forgetting about everything, but I can’t.
There’s just so much to handle, so much to control and figure out. How the hell am I supposed to navigate this?
“A mole? ”
I nod in response. “I don’t know how. The only people who know are the people in this house.”
“And Greco’s men,” he growls.
“Do you think they would have told my father?”
Luca sighs, leaning against the back of the couch and sipping his coffee. “Who the fuck knows? I don’t trust them not to, though.”
“ Cazzo !” I rest my head in my hands. “What the hell do I do?”
“I’m afraid that’s not my job,” Luca laughs.
Lifting my head, I glare at him; sharper this time, deadlier. “Of all times, you decide now that you’re going to keep your opinion to yourself?”
Luca pushes away from the couch, rounding my desk to spin my chair around.
I’m facing him now, looking up at his muscular form, his suit fitting perfectly against his body. I’m still in my oversized tee because my father’s call woke me before I had the chance to shower.
“What can I say,” he shrugs, cupping my cheek. “I’m starting to listen to what you want.”
I don’t miss the hidden message in those words. Something about the way he gazes at me with fire in his eyes has me clenching my thighs. I’m instantly taken back to last night, when I got to share myself with both Levi and Luca. More intimate thoughts surface of being underneath each of them while the other feasted on me, darker thoughts of Luca fucking my mouth the way he desired, rather than accepting what I could give him.
Holy fuck. It was so hot that I’m getting wet just thinking about it again.
Luca must sense the change in my demeanor because he leans forward, sweetly brushing the hair away from my face like he did last night to whisper into my ear. “I know what you want, and it isn’t my opinion on Greco’s men.”
I shiver at his insinuation, my body betraying any attempt at remaining stoic.
“And what is it I want?” I challenge, standing up to press my chest against his .
All of the sudden, the room twists and tilts. My chest hits the desk as Luca leans over my back, wrapping his hand around my throat. It’s light, barely there, but I still feel the fear crawl up my spine.
“You want the chaos, to lose the control,” he reminds me, his presence looming over me. His proximity is so heavy it’s comforting. “You want someone to take it for a while, ease the burden.” He runs his palm over my back, landing on my ass to give it a light squeeze.
I’m only wearing little shorts; one effortless tug and I’d be exposed to anyone. Thankfully, it’s just Levi and Luca in the house, with Giovanni lingering somewhere nearby— hopefully the pool house if this moment turns into something else.
“You want someone to be in control for once. Isn’t that right, Dolcezza ?” His gravelly tone has my toes curling. The delicious intonation and the way he uses my pet name does something to my insides.
I swallow thickly, taking in a deep breath when he runs his fingers between my thighs.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Dolcezza .”
I shake my head. I can’t. In some way that’s exactly what I want. The need for control isn’t for me, but for someone else. Anybody else but me. For once, I want someone to tell me what I want, what I need. Just once, I don’t want to be in charge.
Luca’s warmth envelopes me again as he cages me between his body and the desk, his hot breath skating over my cheek. The faint scent of coffee lingers, but it’s his aftershave, the hint of mint on his breath that has an embarrassing moan escaping my throat.
“I thought so,” he grins, kissing my cheek. His palm runs over my ass again, this time dipping underneath my shorts to my bare skin. He brushes a knuckle over my entrance, the betrayal of my desire coating his fingers. “So fucking wet,” he growls.
“Luca,” I rasp, choking on the dryness of my throat.
“Let me take control, Sera.” It’s more of a command than a plea, but I nod regardless of who I am to him. It’s not about me being his boss or that he’s my enforcer. It’s not about taking charge, but maintaining control .
He slips my shorts over my ass and down my legs, my bare pussy now exposed to the elements.
A shiver wracks my shoulders as the cold air fills the space Luca has created.
“Stay where you are, Dolcezza .” I hear the chair behind me creak, and as I look over my shoulder, I see Luca leaning back in it, admiring the view of my behind. Delicately, he runs a fingertip up the back of my thigh. When he reaches my ass, he grabs it harshly, letting go just as sharply.
I hiss out, my head dropping between my shoulders. It’s delightfully painful; the anticipation blending with the abrupt touches. It isn’t the first time I’ve submitted to someone. I’m more than aware of how this goes. But this moment between Luca and I is different. I’m willing, not forced. I’m impatient and Luca knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s no taking what isn’t his. There’s no abuse or degradation, this is all sensual, imploring me to give in little by little.
I’m being lulled into submission and I’m loving every second of it. Every touch of Luca’s fingers, every hot breath that skates over my exposed skin, even the way he breaks contact has my pussy getting wetter. And yet, all of this is out of my control.
Luca palms my ass cheeks with two hands, spreading them to run his tongue over my entrance.
It takes me by surprise, shock warring with pleasure as I drop my face to the cold desk, desperate for another stroke of his expert tongue. After last night, I’m more than aware of what he can do, and the prospect of having it again has me breathless with excitement.
“Luca,” I whimper.
“Control,” he reminds me. “You don’t need it here.”
I nod as he slides a finger inside my soaked pussy, stifling a moan. It feels so damn good. I know his cock would feel even better, but I want this. I want all that Luca has to offer me right now because he understands.
In and out, he glides his finger through my tight channel. I can feel my juices leaking out, coating his knuckles, my thighs. I want it deeper, faster, harder, but I remind myself of Luca’s words .
Luca takes total control, sliding a second finger in.
“Hmm…” I shudder.
“Does that feel good, Dolcezza ?”
“Yes,” I cry out as he picks up speed. My body rocks against the desk. I reach forward, gripping the edge for stability, but it’s useless. I feel the heat crawl up my spine, the churning knot of my climax teasing me. “Don’t stop!”
Luca draws his hand away from me, ignoring my plea.
I lift my head to look at him, but he pins me down with his body, tracing his lips over the shell of my ear. “You’re not in charge right now, are you?”
I hear his belt clang, then his zipper. My pussy clenches around nothing, the greed of my impatient release making me desperately horny.
“Take control,” I beg him. “Please.”
He retreats slowly.
My breaths catch up with me when I suddenly feel alone, empty.
When Luca returns in my vision, he has his cock in his hand, fisting it brutally. The purple head is in my line of sight, and Luca is looking down at me with stern expectation.
“Suck it,” he orders.
I comply, opening my mouth. He fills it so well, hitting the back of my throat with a single thrust. I’m instantly taken back to last night, when he took complete control. I gagged and choked, saliva spilling from my lips as I coughed back. But he kept me there until he knew it was time, releasing me abruptly. I liked it. I didn’t think I would, but fuck me , it was euphoric.
Luca pumps his veiny cock into my mouth, holding it by the base as he orders me to play with myself.
Obeying, I lift my hips and slide my fingers into my pussy. It’s not the same, though. It’s disappointing, unsatisfying. It hits the spot, but it isn’t Luca.
“Faster,” he commands as he picks up speed.
My fingers comply, plunging in and sliding back out to coat my clit in moisture and circle it. The hint of a climax reappears, and I move faster and faster, desperately chasing it.
But Luca has other ideas.
He releases himself from my mouth, pinching my cheeks together. “Stop.”
“What?” I blink up at him.
He marches behind me, slapping my ass. “You don’t come unless I tell you to.”
“But—“
Slap.
I shudder, the unexpected sensation burning the skin on my ass making me cream even more.
“You’re not coming anywhere but on my dick, understand?” His hardness presses against my entrance.
Another shiver.
Another nod.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Giving into Luca was never how I saw this going. Surrendering my orgasms to someone was definitely not how I envisioned this arrangement. But I agreed to this, and I can’t deny I’m enjoying it.
I return my hands to the edge of the desk, in plain sight for Luca.
“Good girl,” he praises, lining the head of his cock at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he’s buried inside of me, stretching me to my fullest.
“Oh!”
I freeze, locking eyes with Levi. I don’t know when he entered, but the look in his eyes is feral. He approaches slowly, a smirk playing on his lips while something primal hides in those dark eyes of his.
“So this is where you’ve been.” He’s not angry, though, which surprises me, especially after last night. He certainly didn’t hide his jealousy then. But Levi is anything but jealous now. He rests his palms on the desk, looking down at me.
“Our leader needed a reminder,” Luca supplies, still buried deep inside of me. He doesn’t seem to care that Levi has joined us, and Levi doesn’t bat an eyelid at the fact I’m getting fucked over my desk .
“And what reminder is that?” he teases, stroking a thumb over my bottom lip.
Luca eases out of me slowly before punching his hips forward again, his cock slamming back into me.
I stifle a groan, biting down on Levi’s thumb.
“That she can’t control everything,” Luca answers.
Levi raises a brow, glancing down at me as he pumps his thumb into my greedy mouth. “Is that so?”
“Answer him, Dolcezza .” Luca thrusts back into me, harsh yet satisfying.
“Yes,” I hiss out, blinded by the anticipation and pleasure.
Levi smirks, but that’s not what shocks me. It’s the fact he starts undoing his belt and freeing his cock. It springs up, perfectly in line with my mouth, pre-cum already beading at the head. It feels out of character for Levi to be so on board with this. Hell, I’ve only just realized this is what I meant about sharing.
Like all of us, we’re navigating this situation together, but I never thought we’d be doing this. I don’t know how these guys have gone from pointing guns to pointing dicks at one another, but I’m suddenly here for it.
“Open up, Bellissima , and let me take some control.”
Something about Levi’s words is my undoing. Like a bitch in heat, I open my mouth, letting him slide his thick cock into it. He combs his fingers through my hair, guiding me down his length.
I feel another hand join in, but it doesn’t belong to Levi; it’s Luca’s.
“Tighter,” he orders Levi. “She’s yours to take.” At those words, Luca starts pumping back into me, my body jerking across the desk, forcing me harder over Levi’s cock. Each thrust is deeper than the last until I’m choking, filled with dick from both ends.
Holy shit. It’s something else. I’ve never felt so full, so taken. Just like Luca said, I’m theirs to take, yet I don’t feel abused in any way. These guys are here for my pleasure, putting their differences aside to please me.
Luca’s thrusts grow rougher .
Levi doesn’t move because Luca is doing all the work, like a domino effect; Luca’s thrusts move me over Levi’s dick.
“Fuck,” Levi groans, his grip in my hair tightening.
Luca picks up speed, the wooden edge of my desk digging into my hips with each drive of his own. And soon, I feel my climax creep back up.
I moan out, the sound muffled by Levi’s length. I’m so close that my toes start curling.
“Shit,” Levi rasps. “That feels so good.”
Luca stops immediately. We’re breathless, silent. Anticipation brims across my forehead in the form of sweat, and when I look at Levi, he’s wearing the same expression; disappointment.
“I told you, Dolcezza .” Luca growls, slapping my ass.
I moan out again.
“You’re not coming until I tell you to. And that goes for you too, Marchese.”
Well, fuck me sideways. This has taken a turn.
“You both need some lessons in control,” he punctuates each word with a thrust of his hips, my mouth slipping back over Levi’s cock.
“Fuck! Yes!” Levi grips my head, the pressure forcing me further down him until he’s at the back of my throat. My eyes start to burn as the last remnants of oxygen start to dissipate. And just when I start to see stars, Levi pulls away, leaving me gasping.
“Shit!” Levi rasps. “Are you okay?”
I don’t have time to answer.
Slap.
Luca’s palm assaults my ass again.
“Yes!” I scream out, both in answer to Levi’s question and the delicious pleasure rippling through me. “Yes!”
Luca grinds his hips, his dick hitting that sweet spot inside. “Fuck, Dolcezza . Are you ready to come?”
“Hmm…” Is all I can manage as Levi shoves his cock back into my mouth.
“I can’t hear you, Beautiful,” Levi teases.
I glare up at him, but as I do, Luca reaches around me and pinches my clit so hard my whole body shudders. And then I’m falling over the edge, destroyed by my orgasm that has sparks igniting all over my body.
“That’s it, Dolcezza . You take us so well.”
Levi must listen to Luca’s words because he pulls me closer, my lips almost touching the base of his cock. He sinks so deep into my mouth that those familiar stars start to appear, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m still riding my orgasm or because I’m about to pass out.
The answer finally comes when Luca’s release fills me at the same time Levi’s does, until I’m filled to the brim with their cum and blissfully sated.
Luca slumps onto my back, our heaving breaths mingling together as he kisses my neck. He doesn’t seem to mind about the sweat coating my skin, or the fact I’m still licking Levi’s cock clean. He continues sprinkling delicate kisses until Levi withdraws himself.
“Doesn’t she look beautiful when she comes?” Luca whispers into my ear.
Levi nods, putting his cock back in his pants before lowering himself to my eye level and smiling. “ Bellissima .”