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“Sunshine’s book just took a steamy turn. This man is using his pistol to pillage the poor woman’s folds.”
“Ouch. Wouldn’t that scratch the shit out of her sensitive skin and cause an infection?”
“This author didn’t depict any scratching, but the cool of the metal feels better than a popsicle.” Draven couldn’t let his gleam tapper as he kept trying to indulge more to mortify me.
Feeling the flush deepening on my pale skin, I wanted a hole to open below my feet and pull me into hell. “Please, stop reading.”
When he heard the distress in my voice, he gently closed the book with his finger tucked inside, keeping the right page. Walking to the table, he found my bookmark and closed it completely. Turning back to my sulking face, he smiled gently. “Is that how you think mafia men have sex?”
Shrugging, I really wanted that hole to find me. “It’s the thrill of it. For women like me, there’s excitement in the pages of a man focusing solely on the pleasure of the female protagonist. I mean, who can truly say that happens in real life? The mafia isn’t well known, so people romanticize it. They create dominant men who would burn the world down for a girl, and she’d never question her worth. It’s a fantasy we have.”
“So you think people just use the mafia as an umbrella for a woman’s fantasy in the book world?”
“I guess? I mean, there’s no way men could love as fiercely as the books suggest.”
“Do you know what I think made women want to write about men like us?” Draven somehow grew too near, being nearly right against my front, reminding me that he's read his share of them.
Swallowing hard and looking up, I felt my attraction begin to build into arousal. “What?”
“The women who wrote men like me once stood where you are right now, feeling my power exude into them, knowing my title in this hellish world. Just like you know I could kill a dozen men with my bare hands, you want to find out if I could use them to be oppositely gentle along your body. Though, gentle isn’t what you necessarily want.” Leaning into my ear, I felt the heat of his body right before the heat of his breath. “You’d like to find out if I’d lose control with you underneath me. You’d like to feel my maddening state but have me stop right before I’d go too far with your life.”
Oh, God. I could barely stand before him as my knees tried to buckle. He saw my downfall begin, grinning like the devil he could be. My body felt lost now that we were a breath away, and she wanted to stay that way in this lustful experience.
“Tony, come here.” Footfalls echoed against the dark floors. Right as Tony neared, Draven struck. His hand darted forward in a blur of power and took hold of Tony’s thick throat. Never looking away from me, Draven wanted to show me he had mastered the techniques I read about. “I bet you want to know if I can spin your hair around my fist during my devouring of your body, yanking you around under my command to gain easier access. Do you think about my dominance, Sunshine?”
“Y-yes,” I barely could speak. Just like that, his other hand clamped around my throat, tightening around it in control. His eyes burned darker than the night sky around the moon, but I could see a small light inside, centering around me and Tony.
"There's no going back from this, Sunshine. I've given you a sample in the library, but I won't have as much control this time. I've been too eager for your taste, and Tony's been going mad not having another sample of it." Draven's mischievous stare swung to his partner as I held my breath in sheer shock. What did he mean by again? Chuckling, he released me but not his lover. Walking behind him, he gave me the pleasure to see how they moved as one unit. "Tony, why don't you finally tell her what you did? What keeps making your cock ache to escape your pants?"
Draven used his other hand then to undo the zipper of Antonio's gray slacks. His eyes never lost sight of the man in his hold, forcing me to see how dedicated they were to one another. In a strange sense, it gave me a glimpse of what it'd feel like if I stayed. Their years of love hadn't ruined their desire, proving my treacherous thoughts wrong.
In front of me, I got to see Tony's long cock spring forward, springing around as it flopped out of his pants. We hadn't even done anything to truly excite him, yet his dick hardened, eager for what would come. Licking my lips, I felt my mouth grow parched in appreciation. Draven witnessed my hunger as I clamped my legs tighter together in secret under his maddening gaze.
"Tell her, Tony. Tell her how you couldn't stop yourself that night as she writhed in her sheets, climaxing to our names on her lips." Draven then did something I hadn't been prepared for. He pulled a pistol out from the back of his pants. Reaching around his lover, he let the side of the barrel travel along his shaft from the base to the tip then back again. His dick responded, enjoying the light friction.
"W-what?" Shaking my head, I had to remember what he mentioned about tasting me. My fantasies before kidnapping had involved the two of them, but that had been in the privacy of my home.
"I'd been bothered when I followed you," Tony confessed, closing his eyes at the sensation of the cool metal against his ready cock. "Following you home, I started looking through your windows to gain a better idea of what had been going on. It was when I came to your window that I found you on the bed with your hand between your legs. You said my name."
His voice turned hoarse, remembering his time watching me. Swallowing hard, I could recall enough of my single moments where I'd rub one out to my devious thoughts of them. Then my mind raced to think of my window and it being on the third floor without anything sturdy to catch him below it. "But my window isn't accessible."
"I leapt from ledge to ledge, standing over your few plants. You even opened the window after, so I had to press myself against the brick to hide with my cock out right beside you."
"You were touching yourself?" I inhaled sharply.
"Emilia, you're the most beautiful creature to fascinate me since Draven. There was no stopping myself after you left your window open for me to enter. Once you fell asleep, I came in and lied right beside you, holding your body to mine as I slipped my shaft between your thighs just to feel your wetness."
"I don't recall this," I whispered.
"You were sleeping, Sunshine." Draven couldn't be more thrilled now that the cat fell from the bag. "Imagine my delight with each encounter with you after, knowing my lover felt the same pull to you that rendered me helpless in your presence."
"You speak like I have that kind of power."
"Because you do, Sunshine. Just look at Tony's cock right now as I stroke him with my gun, exciting you like your books." My eyes fell to the part of their holds to see it. A drip of precum gathered at his tip either from talking about what he had done to me in my sleep or because Draven used a gun on him now. Maybe both played a part in his arousal like it did mine. Draven nipped at Tony's neck from behind. "Tell us, does it scratch when I toy with you while using my pistol?"
"No. You're being gentle enough that it's a tease," he admitted. "Making me talk about my illicit activities isn't helping that either."
"As it should for your punishment," Draven growled. "You touched her before me, felt her wetness on your dick and tongue before I had the chance."
