Chapter 31
31
Cole
D ante usually texts me and Cass first thing in the morning when we have a competition.
So, when I get a group text from Dante late in the afternoon telling us to come downstairs, I know this is the big one.
Dante either knows Cass and I have been fucking and that I’ve been sleeping in her room until five a.m. before creeping back to my bed. Or, and much more preferable, he knows I killed two of his former guards in hot blood.
I’m not sure if the consequences will be worse for the fucking or the murders.
Definitely the fucking.
But I can handle it.
In fact, I’ll be relieved to admit to Dante that Cass and I have been hooking up, that we want to keep hooking up, and see if he’ll let her come to New York with me in the fall to keep at it .
Trying to transfer this late would be too much trouble. And I think Dante would prefer if we’re not even in the same city as him when we’re fucking. The opposite side of the country should be far enough to avoid his wrath.
Hopefully.
“What’s going on this late?” Cass asks when she reaches the main floor before me. I’m a few steps behind when I see my mom and Dante standing near the door…with suitcases.
“Vanessa and I are going on a little vacation,” Dante informs us.
“And you're leaving us behind?" Cass huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as if she’s indignant when I know what she’s really thinking—hell, yes. If they’re not here, we won’t have to be as worried about sneaking around.
“It's nearly our one-year anniversary,” my mom says with a smile. “Otherwise, you would both be invited, of course.”
“No, I get it.” I hold up my palms, and plead with her, “Please don't say another word.”
Grinning, Dante tells us, “While we're gone, you two are going to be in charge.”
“We are?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yes. We'll be away for six days, seven nights. I want you two to alternate days when you’re in charge, meaning an entire day and night. Being a mob boss is sort of like being a doctor. You're always on call,” he explains. “Not much of what happens in the middle of the night has to be handled immediately, but it's possible. So, alternating twenty-four-hour shifts for the next six days will work out best. Eli will be around. He'll screen all of my calls and emails. I won't even have my phone with me.”
“Wow,” Cass says in awe as if that’s highly unusual for her father.
“I will have mine,” my mom tells us, holding up the device.
“But only call it if there's a fucking emergency,” Dante adds sternly. “An emergency in which one of you or Sophie is dying, or you hear news on Madison. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Cass mutters .
“Whoever is on the shift can use my black card for whatever you need,” he says, pulling out the card from inside his suit jacket and then handing it to me. “If you need help, you could ask Eli, but it's going to be a strike against you for this competition,” Dante explains. “The amount you each spend on the credit card will also be taken into consideration as well. Whoever Eli says does the best handling of shit at the end of the week when Vanessa and I return wins this round.”
“Sounds easy,” I remark. The grin that Dante gives me says that's the stupidest shit I've ever said.
“No parties, no people up in the penthouse other than family. Is that understood?” my mom asks with her eyes narrowed directly at me.
“We're adults,” Cass reminds them.
“And you are adults who are living in our house,” my mom points out. “So, until you are adults living in your own place, you won't have any visitors up here trashing our home.”
I don't point out that we're literally living in a hotel with a ton of rooms with beds. I guess they don't give a shit if we're screwing people, as long as we don't do it in the penthouse.
As soon as my mom hugs us, and Dante hugs Cass, guards grab their luggage and then they walk out the door together.
“Do you think they set it up to cause chaos just to see how we handle it?” Cass turns to ask me as soon as the door shuts behind them.
“Most likely. I wouldn't put it past Dante. Or Eli.”
“What's that?” Eli asks when he comes waltzing out of the kitchen, munching on a red apple.
“He does enjoy torturing people,” Cass agrees loud enough for the psycho to overhear her. He gives us a wink.
“Exactly. But we can handle whatever he throws at us,” I say confidently, slipping the credit card into my pocket. “In fact, I’ll take the first shift.”
I know I’m in for it when Eli throws his head back and cackles.
I’m going to fucking kill Eli.
Two hours after our parents are gone and shit goes sideways in the casino.
I have no doubt that the sadist is somehow behind the cigar that started the fire at a blackjack table. A fire that spread to one of the main floor bars and required the entire fucking hotel to have to be evacuated.
Before the firefighters came and put the damn thing out, I was on the phone hiring contractors to come in first thing in the morning to begin fixing the damage. Then, to keep guests from leaving, I had the front desk give everyone a hundred-dollar casino credit they can use at the spa, bar, or at any of the tables or slots. Dante would lose more than that if they all up and left, so it seemed like a necessary expense.
Once the fire was put out, three front desk clerks called in sick tonight. I had to not only help learn how to administer the credits to guests but also check people in, handle guest complaints and requests, and at one point, I even had to carry a little old lady’s luggage to her room.
When I finally get to head up to the penthouse, I’m way too wired to sleep. So, after a quick shower, I decide to slip on my leather pants and jacket, then the mask to sneak into Cass’s bedroom and wake her up.
She’s sitting up in bed wide awake with a lamp on, playing on her cell phone, so there goes my plan.
“Nice mask,” she says with a grin as she eyes my outfit.
“Thanks.” When I notice her shoulders are bare, I say, “Please tell me you're naked under there.”
Rather than respond with words, she just tosses the covers back to reveal her gorgeous, completely nude body.
“God, yes. Tonight was awful. I need to fuck away the crazy,” I tell her.
“I didn't say we were going to fuck. ”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Maybe I'm just lying naked in bed waiting for you because I wanted you to go down on me.”
“Oh, I'm definitely going to lick your pussy," I say as I remove my leather jacket and then the confining leather pants. “Then I'm going to fuck your brains out.”
“Keep the mask on.” She doesn’t argue with my plan, which is a surprise. “And, um, my dad and your mom won’t be in the penthouse for a whole week. I doubt if we'll ever get this chance again.”
“Does that mean we're going to be fucking all week?” I ask as I hop on one foot, struggling to tug down the stubborn leather pants leg.
“Why not? We'll get it out of our systems. Once they're back, though, we'll be done,” she replies.
“Done? Just like that,” I say in disbelief. And in disappointment.
“There's not much time left in the summer before you go back to New York.”
“I think we could actually convince your father to let you come with me,” I tell her as I continue to fight with the leather pants. “If you don’t want to tell him we’re fucking, then just say you want to take some classes, or get out of Nevada.”
“Like that would ever happen,” she mutters with a roll of her eyes. “Besides, it's better this way. Now shut up, and be the Masked Motherfucker who fucks my brains out.”
At the foot of the bed, I grab both of her ankles to drag her body down to the edge of the mattress, causing her to squeal. Then, I kneel on the carpet and run my tongue through her folds.
“Mmm, you’re soaking wet,” I remark after my first lick.
“I was…watching…your videos.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask while probing her pussy with one finger that slides right inside of her. “Did you get yourself off while watching?”
“Maybe.”
“Your fingers don’t feel as good as my tongue, do they?”
“No,” she replies. “Now shut up…and lick me…faster. ”
I do as I’m told, attacking her clit with the tip of my tongue to get her off fast. I’m not playing around tonight. I want to bury my dick inside of her wet cunt for hours. That’s why I fuck her with two fingers to get her ready for me while licking her.
As soon as Cass gets off, I’m on top of her. I have both of her wrists pinned above her head before her eyes blink open.
“Put me inside of you,” I order her, still wearing the mask as requested.
She’s not teasing me either tonight. Cass frees one hand and reaches between us to grab my cock to line it up. With the slightest pump of my hips, I’m filling her up.
“ Yes !” she shouts at the top of her lungs. And I don’t even care. There’s no one on the third floor to hear her. Our parents aren’t even in the casino. I want to make her scream so loud her voice is hoarse tomorrow.
I don’t give her time to adjust to my size. I slam deep, over and over again. Cass gets louder with each thrust, and I don’t dare cover her mouth as I watch her face and the place where our bodies are connected.
My dick looks so nice ramming in and out of her spread thighs. She squirms around underneath my heavy weight as if trying to take me deeper, or rub her clit against my pelvis at the right angle to get off.
I know I could easily reach down, and she would come as soon as my fingers touched that bundle of nerves.
But I prefer to draw out her pleasure, enjoying the challenge of trying to make her come with just my cock slamming inside of her.
“Let me…let me ride you,” Cass says between gasps.
“No.”
“Please!” she practically whines that one word, not sounding anything like the usual feisty Cass.
“You’ll take my cock however I want you to tonight,” I tell her.
“God, yes. The mask is…so damn hot,” she says as she stares up at me. “Fuck me harder. ”
I try to fuck her harder, I do.
But when it becomes obvious that Cass isn’t going to come at this angle before I blow my load, I pull out of her pussy long enough to flip her onto her stomach. Rather than lifting her ass up off the mattress, I flatten her with all my weight on her back, pinning her wrists with one of my hands to the small of her back. I use my knees to push her legs together before entering her through the tightest of spaces.
“ Oh god !” Cass cries out when I eventually squeeze all the way inside.
Leaning down, I swipe my tongue over her ear, and ask while continuing to fuck her, “You like being so tight my cock has to fight for every inch?”
“Yes! More! Ohhh !” The last scream sounds like she’s in immense pain. I would think she was if not for the walls of her pussy finally contracting around my shaft as she comes shaking and moaning on it.
I’m right behind her, shoving deep one last time before my balls empty. I groan at the immense pleasure of her milking me dry.
I slowly rock into her a few more times to savor every second, making Cass whimper loudly and writhe, just as there’s a knock on her bedroom room.
It swings open a second later because, fuck me, I didn't lock it. I got distracted by seeing Cass awake, as if she was waiting up for me, and because our parents weren’t home.
Before I can even blink, Eli is a blur of movement. A blur that jumps onto my back. His forearm slides in front of my throat, cutting off my air in a choke hold as he pulls me out of Cass and off her. We roll onto the floor with a loud thud, Eli taking the brunt of my weight with a grunt.
“Eli! Eli, stop it!” Cass shouts from where she’s kneeling naked on the side of the bed. “It’s Cole, you jackass! It’s Cole!” Reaching down, she rips my mask off my face to prove it since my hands are busy trying to keep his arm from cutting off my oxygen .
“Fucking hell,” Eli says as he drops his arm from my throat and scrambles out from underneath my naked ass. “I thought you were…trying to get him off you.”
“I was squirming around trying to draw out the best damn orgasm I’ve ever had during sex,” Cass admits, which fills my chest with pride.
“God. Fucking. Dammit,” Eli grumbles as he looks up at Cass then staggers to his feet. “Both of you put some clothes on, for fuck’s sake.” Reaching for the front of his pants, he presses his palm to the bulge there. “I’m hard as a goddamn rock, wanting to pound into every single hole in this room.”
“Sorry, man,” I say as I rub my sore throat and catch my breath. “I couldn’t get it up for gay porn.”
“You were going to do gay porn?” Cass asks from where she hasn’t moved on the edge of the bed. I can’t tell if she’s disgusted or aroused by the thought.
“If my dick had been on board, the Masked Fatherfucker would’ve been a thing,” I admit to her. “But no amount of female fluffing before takes could keep me hard enough for penetrating a guy’s hole, though. I’m just not attracted to men.”
“Stop talking about holes and hard dicks! We’ve got problems people.” Eli presses his fingers to his eyes. “Maybe if I blind myself Dante won't blame me for seeing this shit and not telling him. No, wait. He would still kill me! What the hell are you two thinking? How...why...fuck!” He presses his fingers deeper, trying not to look at Cass, or my nakedness, apparently.
“Calm down, Eli. It's not that big of a deal,” Cass huffs, but her cheeks are the rosiest of red now, not just from arousal but from embarrassment. Hell, I’m not a fan of Eli seeing us screwing either.
“Put some clothes on,” I tell her. “And it could be worse.” I crawl around the bed to pick up my leather pants and pull them on. "At least Eli didn’t see much of you because I wouldn’t let you be on top.”
“Thank fuck,” Eli grumbles. “I don't think I could talk my way out of this if I had seen Cass bouncing naked on your dick. ”
“You can't tell Dante or Vanessa,” I warn him as I stand to finish zipping my pants. “And what the hell are you doing busting into Cassie’s room in the middle of the night?”
“There's a minor emergency that couldn’t wait. And no, I can never get enough torture. When you didn’t answer your texts and weren’t in your room, I heard noises up here and came to check on Cass. You do know you’re supposed to keep your phone on you at all times, right?”
“Well? What's the emergency?” I ask him without mentioning that I left my phone down in my room after my shower.
Eli holds up a finger. “Wait just a second. I'm trying to figure out if there's anywhere on the planet I can flee to that Dante won't find me.” Tapping his finger to his lip in thought, he says, “There has to be some corner of this great big world. After all, Maddie found it.”
“Maddie?” Cass exclaims before I can.
“Madison. I meant Madison, obviously.”
“Then why did you call her Maddie?” I ask him.
“You know what, I'm not the one knocking on death's door by fucking the boss's daughter, so I don't have to answer any of your fucking questions. Now get dressed and come downstairs.”
“I’m coming too,” Cass says. “It’s not like I can sleep now.”
“Let me go change into normal clothes and I’ll be right down,” I promise Eli as I urge him out the door. When he’s out in the hallway, I glance over my shoulder at Cass. “I’m sorry I didn’t lock the door.”
“Are you kidding? Seeing two men roll around the floor like that was the icing on my big O cake. In fact, when I think about it later, Eli will probably be naked too.”
“How about you just think about how hard you came underneath me instead?”
Climbing off the bed, she picks up the black ski mask and says, “I’m keeping this.”
“Then how will I be able to put it on and sneak up on you?”
Cass considers that a moment before tossing it across the room to me where it lands at my feet .
“That’s what I thought,” I say with a grin as I bend down to pick it up.
“Come on, you fucking idiots!” Eli roars from downstairs.
“We just did,” I holler back as I reluctantly trudge down the stairs to my room.