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“Get out.” Salvatore doesn’t even spare her a second glance as he strolls toward the bar tucked in the opposite corner, pouring himself a healthy glass of whiskey.
“What about…” her voice trails off, causing me to snicker.
Whores are all the same. Willing to let you do anything you like to their bodies if you pay them enough money. It’s one reason Sal keeps a steady supply coming through our beds. We take what we need, and they are gone by morning. No questions or small talk, just pure pleasure.
Antonio pulls a roll of hundreds from his pants and tosses them in her direction, chuckling softly as she leans forward and tumbles out of the chair. “I think we broke this one, or was she this stupid before we fucked her?”
Her cheeks pink as she ducks her head, hiding her face behind the curtain of her hair as she crawls forward, grabbing all the bills from the floor.
“Who knows? All whores are the same, aren’t they, sweetheart?” Salvatore places his glass back on the bar and saunters toward her.
She rocks back on her heels, panting with need as he strides toward her.
They all believe that they could be something more. That they could be the one to end up in the arms of one of the Genovese brothers, but it’s no use. To them, it’s nothing but a game of cat-and-mouse. Once they’ve caught their prey, they break them before moving on to the next willing victim.
Sal leans forward, brushing his lips across her forehead before threading his fingers into her hair and wrenching her head back. She moans loudly, rubbing her legs together in search of much-needed friction.
“You’d love nothing more than for one of us to sink our cocks deep inside your cunt, wouldn’t you?”
She moans loudly, her eyes drifting shut as her hand reaches forward and grips the waistband of his pants. “Yes.”
“You’re ready to fuck, aren’t you, whore?”
She pants in response, nodding her head vigorously as she unbuckles his pants.
“Take out my cock and show my brothers how much you want it.”
A strange sound bubbles out of her mouth as she leans forward, fumbling with the zipper before pulling his cock free.
I lean forward, resting my forearms on the end of my knees, the feel of my zipper tightening in my excitement.
She opens her mouth, sliding his cock between her lips before pulling his hips back slightly. A soft moan of pleasure escapes his lips as her eyes flutter closed while she spreads her thighs, slick with the evidence of her arousal.
She moans loudly, shoving two fingers deep into her cunt as his cock hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
“Now that’s my favorite sound.” Antonio flops down onto the couch beside me, resting his ankle on his knee.
“Enjoying the show?” I question, wondering about this obvious indifference suddenly.
“Boring.” He shakes his head, bringing a glass of amber liquid to his lips and taking a sip. “But I’d really love to take our new toy for a ride.”
I run my fingers under my nose, inhaling her musky scent before reaching down and grabbing my cock tightly in my palm. I don’t know what it is about that girl, but there’s something. When I’m in this room, I’m the observer. I watch my brothers’ backs, allowing them to let loose and enjoy the women they bring here. But today was different. The minute she walked into the room, I lost all control, which was unacceptable.
“It seems I’m not the only one.” Antonio chuckles darkly.
“We know nothing about her.”
I called almost every contact we have, searching for information on Celia Johnson, but I can’t find anything further back than a year ago. She’s a ghost, and that makes me uneasy. Everyone has a past, and her lack of one is telling.
“We don’t need to know her to fuck her.” He takes another sip from his cup before placing it on the floor and pushing to his feet.
I know Antonio is interested in this girl. He failed miserably, trying to hide his desire for her while I had my fingers deep inside her cunt. He was jealous, and we both know it, but he needs me. Sal may want this girl, but he trusts my judgment. If I say this girl is bad news, he’ll keep her at arm’s length, no matter how hard Antonio pushes things. He’s going to break my resolve, which, if I’m being honest, is already crumbling.
“Imagine what it would be like to have her on her knees at our mercy.” Antonio strides toward Sal and the whore, his hands sliding over her shoulders and gripping her tits tightly in both of his hands.
“Your cock buried deep down her throat as she gags on it.”
She moans loudly around Sal’s cock as Antonio releases her tits and shoves her head forward, forcing his cock deeper down her throat, making her gag loudly.
