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FORTY-FOUR
JULIAN
I don’t know how Rebeccaknew I would love this game. She just did. Maybe buried deep in all men, we had these fantasies. Tying a woman up and all of us taking turns with her. So long as they were fantasies with fucking consent.
Before today, I wouldn’t have suggested to do this sick kink with the woman I loved.
That flew out the window.
Becca climbed down into the crawl space with consent, but her eyes widened, seeing the rope in my hand. “What are you doing with that?”
I answered in a strong obsessive voice, “Lay down.”
The heat of a body behind me made me spin around with a fist drawn.
“Relax. Grab her arms.” Giancarlo, still in his jeans, took the rope from me. “You remember our rules, baby? Good girls get cock.”
To my shocking surprise, Rebecca resisted, whined saying no to get into the game, but with long sharp nails, she could have scratched me if she didn’t really want to be tied up.
“Here,” Bastien’s voice sounded from above. “For her back. And your knees.” He winked, handing me a blanket.
Fuck, this was happening.
I lifted Becca up and put the blanket beneath her as Giancarlo tied her hands. Our moves worked in such sync, it felt so real. Byrne looped the rope around a pipe and slid his hands down the braded twine until he reached Becca’s arms. He smoothed her skin and kissed her. She kissed him back ferociously kicking her legs. I expected him to leave, but he stayed and...
“Go ahead, I’ll hold her leg. She’s feisty and knows how to make this more fun.”
Shit, I hadn’t anticipated one of these guys would be... Right here. So close. I could smell the lust coming off Giancarlo’s skin.
On my knees, I stroked my cock watching Rebecca struggle against the rope she didn’t expect. But her pussy glistened from the light above.
My thumb caressed her drenched slit as her hips rocked and my cock hardened even more. “You’re fucking wet.”
“Yeah, she wants it. Fuck her,” Giancarlo said in a voice that upended me.
This is crazy, screamed in my head. But my dick echoed Giancarlo.
Fuck her. Fuck her hard.
Smelling male lust all around me, I gripped Becca’s hips while I sat on my knees and drove my cock into her. She groaned, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, her nipples crazy hard.
Fucking her without a condom gave me such a goddamn rush, feeling how wet she got for me. Her back arched off the blanket and pushed against my cock. As if I wasn’t deep enough. Feeling like an animal, I pulled out and straddled her. “Suck it, gorgeous. Taste how fucking wet you are.”
I saw stars feeling my hard wet cock slide down her throat. A wicked thrill rushed through me realizing behind me and above me, men were staring at my asshole. I savagely fucked her mouth, my head falling back. I wanted to blow down her throat. I also wanted to fuck her some more. But... Shit. Giancarlo was there.
Becca groaned and by the rhythm of her body shifting, I knew Giancarlo was fucking her savagely.
I twisted around to get a view of what the hell was happening. My dick in her mouth, her pussy full of another man’s cock, and two men above staring down on us. Both naked, stroking their cocks, licking their lips.
Waiting their turn.
A visceral shock of decadence flooded through me like adrenaline. God, we had overpowered her so deliciously. Dominated Becca. A queen no less. Brought her to her knees aching for our cocks. In her pussy. In her mouth. In her...ass. She gave herself to us this way. This was her gift.
“I’m not done here, Giancarlo,” I growled.
He laid into me with gleaming green eyes, darker than I’d ever seen. “Keeping her warm for you.”
“I have a deeper hunger to satisfy.” I lifted out of Becca’s mouth and kissed her, so pleased to do so. To remind her I love her.
Shit... I fucking loved her, didn’t I? If I were willing to share her with three men, I had to love her.
Securing Becca’s hands, I flipped her over, settling her on her knees. With my cock so wet, I fingered her ass. So hot and tight.
“God yes,” she moaned and lowered her head.
With quivering lips, I licked her puckered hole, the muscles twitching. I laid a gob of spit for extra moisture and then took the head of my cock and rested it against the ring of nerves.
“Spread her. You’ll go in smoother and it won’t hurt,” Giancarlo said, standing off to the side, stroking his cock.
I hungered to fuck Becca’s ass. Long. Hard. Deep. So deep she’d never stop feeling me. I wanted to pump so much cum into her to mark her.
Knowing I had to compete with three vicious gangsters on a daily basis drove out the animal in me. A beast I didn’t know. A wild savage who only emerged for Becca.
I was just like these monsters. I hunted people down too. I got off on bending people to my will. Could I give up the FBI and take my place in the underground world? Regain my father’s small piece of the mafia?
Where would I stand compared to the Messinas, the Darias, and the Byrnes?
I shook that thought away as Rebecca’s aching dark hole quivered, waiting for me. She loved anal from what I saw at the hotel when Sebastien drove deep into her ass.
The guy they called Bastien now stood six-foot-four and probably had a monster dick. But Rebecca loved it. I’d make sure she loved my cock too. I let another wad of spit drip out of mouth and I coated my dick some more. Fuck, I was so damn hard I felt ready to pass out.
What I’d learned for certain? These guys owned Rebecca, and she owned them right back.
I wanted a piece of this.
Forever.
