Cisero

by Shantel Davis

  Feeling like it was a rational thought at the moment I leaned back in my chair and spread my legs up on the table.

  “You bring me here and treat me like I’m a fucking hand maiden. How about you idiots fight and whoever wins gets to defile me first. Let me get it wet for you.” I was yelling to the top of my lungs.

  I pressed the knife harder into my jugular. “Don’t either of you fucking move.” I could feel the blood the blade drew. Gabriel hissed like I’d cut him instead of myself. Tension grew in his face and limbs, but he remained stock still.

  I kept my eyes on him while with my free hand I pulled my sun dress down over my tits, they bounced free. I brought my hand up, circled my nipple with my fingertip, then palmed my right breast. My heart raced. Banging against my ribcage. I dragged my hand down my torso over my belly.

  I recalled how Gabriel had touched me just a few nights before. I emulated him. Touching and pinching and kneading my own flesh until my pussy gushed.

  When I finally made it to my burning clit my back arched on contact. I concentrate on rubbing it, tweaking it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My legs trembled. Cisero had long before been forgotten and then I blocked out Gabriel by closing my eyes and just enjoying the feeling of my cold hands manipulating my warm clit until I was so close. I cursed when I came. My entire body vibrated.

  I closed my eyes tighter, enjoying the feeling that washed over me. It was a high that wore off too soon. When I opened my eyes I became very aware of what I’d done. I righted myself and stood up from the chair. Bang! The chair hit the ground. I jumped. Both Cisero and Gabriel mouths were agape, they stared at me like I’d lost my mind, but lust also swam in both their eyes. Gabriel’s eyes were ablaze, his face was bright red, his lips pressed in a tight fine line. He looked just as crazed as I felt, like an animal about to attack.

  Feeling giddy, but also trapped I didn’t bother fixing my dress I left the kitchen, quickly.

  Behind me I heard Gabriel bark an order at Cisero, “You stay right where the fuck you are.”

  I didn’t make it to the steps before Gabriel grabbed me from behind, tearing my dress nearly off my body. I slammed my elbow into his solar plexus, snatched away, turned around. I swung the knife I didn’t even realize I was still holding at him. It caught him across the arm.

  He reached out and knocked the knife from my hand. “What the fuck, Justice?”

  “I’m sorry, but you made me do this.”

  His face contorted into a mask of fury. He roared, “How, Justice? How did I make you spread your fucking legs at the table and play in your cunt in front of my brother? How did I make you cut yourself? Try to decapitate me?”

  My hands shook. “It’s this fucking ring.” My breathing became more rapid, shallower.

  I hadn’t been feeling right since I woke up with it on my finger.

  I lifted my hand and stared at it, it was beautiful and felt right on my finger. I pulled it off and stared at it. I missed it immediately.

  “Put it back on,” Gabriel demanded sounding as panicked as I felt.

  “No!” I dropped it to the carpeted floor knowing he would not take it back, then I backed away from him. I didn’t stop until at least twenty feet separated us. I could breathe easier then.

  I choked out my words. “I’ll be ok when I’m home. Let me go home.”

  Gabriel charged me like a raging bull.

  In an effort to get away I tripped over my own feet causing both of us to fall. I hit the floor hard, falling onto my back. Gabriel landed on top of me, knocking the breath from my lungs. He immediately took advantage, trapping me with his weight, he kneed my thighs apart and lay between them, his weight restricting me. I shoved at him because a wasn’t capable of words. There was no moving him. He grabbed my left hand and I already knew what he was about to do so I balled it into a fist. He squeezed my wrist until the pain was unbearable. He slid the ring back on my finger. He grabbed my face after and forced me to look at him. His finger dug into my jaw. His hard dick pressed against my stomach. I stopped moving and went still as a statue.

  “Don’t ever take my ring off, Justice. Ever again. You’re my wife.” He sounded possessive and deranged.

  Every hair on my body stood on end. “I never asked for this, Gabriel.”

  Thick fingers wrapped around my throat. “You’re my wife, Justice.”

  I tried to pry his hand free. His gripped tightened. “You’re my wife, Justice.”

  I shook my head, digging my long nails into his flesh.

  “You’re my wife. I’ll tie your ass up and keep you tied to my fuckin’ bed until you agree, if I have to.” He screamed in my face and slammed his hand down on the floor next to my head. My ears rang. “Say it.” He demanded.

  I gave in. “I’m your wife,” I screamed back at him. Not sure if I meant them or if I was saying it to appease him.

  He slammed his mouth against mine. Kissed me. Tugged at my lips with his teeth, suckled at my neck and cleavage. I was still wired from earlier. I was itching to feel him inside me. I found myself reaching for the top of his gym shorts and taking a hold of his hard dick.

  “Fuck me, Gabriel.”

  I needed to feel grounded again. The pain would center me. He lifted his hips, guided his cock to my pussy, then in one fluid motion he plunged the entire length into me. It hurt. He was too thick, too long. He stretched me to my limit, but I didn’t stop him. The sting brought my back up off the floor.

  He pushed me back down, pressing his hand firmly into my belly as he fucked me aggressively with long, deep, punishing strokes. I just took the pain—until something inside of my pussy started to unravel. “Harder!” I demanded.

  He trailed kisses down my throat, using his teeth to heighten the sensation of his mouth on me. When he reached where I’d cut myself, he sucked the spot. When he pulled away, I could smell the coopery scent of blood in his mouth. He leaned in and whispered against my lips, “Until death do us part, Justice.”

  The tone he used made it sound like a threat. Like he was saying he would never allow me to live without him. I reached up and grabbed his hair, snatched it as reprimand when I couldn’t form the words to tell him he didn’t own me. He snatched away and dragged his teeth down the column of my neck. “Mine!” He grunted. He fucked my harder. Reiterating his words with action, marking me as his.

  I could feel my orgasm building pressure in my stomach and then it came quicker than I expected, slamming into me, making my body quake, then he was cumming.

  His dick jerked inside me. “Mine,” he declared again.

  I felt his dick, filling me with cum. I whimpered, my pussy contracted, milking his dick. I clung to him and cried out when he sank his teeth into the flesh on my shoulder. He held me, his weight crushing me until he was done, then he went limp and I pushed himself off of me. His cum and my blood leaked onto my thigh when he slid out of me. He ended up on his back next to me. He pulled my hand into his and intertwined our fingers. I let him hold my hand until my breathing returned to normal then I snatched it away and pushed myself up from the floor. My legs shook. I managed to steady myself.

  My eyes immediately connected with Cisero’s. His were ice. He stared at me like I’d stolen something from him. I smirked then dropped my eyes to the floor where Gabriel laid with his eyes closed. His chest rose then fell.

  “We have an audience, husband dearest.”

  He sat up. I didn’t get to see how he responded to finding Cisero watching us. I pivoted and made my way up the staircase. Halfway up I remembered what I had planned to say when I first entered the kitchen.

  I paused mid-step. Raised my voice loud enough to be heard. “Congratulations on the engagement, Cisero. Though I only met your soon to be wife a few times when she was still fucking Gabriel—if you don’t count the night I caught you fucking her in your fathers office— she seems like a nice girl.”

  I had heard everything they said the night I’d gotten married. How people who lived in tha
t house all their lives didn’t know the vents carried voices was beyond me, but then again, I had a feeling Gabriel wanted me to hear. I shrugged and made my way up the stairs to my room then threw myself onto the bed. I laughed into the pillow. I was sure Gabriel and Cisero were probably downstairs regretting bringing me back. I straightened myself in the bed, pulled open the nightstand and searched for my meds. The Ambien, Risperidone and my weed were gone. I knew Gabriel was behind it.

  I shrugged. “Okay…”

  I didn’t like taking them anyway. Plus, my lack of sleep and anxiety would affect them more than me.

  Gabriel

  Three days had passed since what I was calling “the incident” had took place. Cisero and Justice were acting as if her little performance hadn’t happened. I was still basking in the aftermath of it. Being inside Justice had been everything I’d imagine it would be.

  I would have been content, but out of nowhere, Cisero had called his soon to be wife to join him. Before he didn’t want her around. I knew that had a lot to do with him not wanting her to ruin his chances of fucking Justice.

  I hated that she was there. She was as obnoxious and pretentious as ever and still trying to get my attention. Cisero ignored it all because she was blond and looked like a supermodel. She fit his image. Cisero was all about image.

  “What are you thinking about, dear husband?” Justice started calling me husband mockingly the day of the incident. Always using a sugary sweet tone. The same tone she called Cisero ‘Summertime’ in. It frayed at my nerves and she knew it. I raised my gaze from my plate and scrutinized my wife. She was smiling but it wasn’t reaching her eyes. Ashley giggled, and Justice cut her eyes to Cisero. She frowned and dropped her fork. It clanked against her plate and drew Cisero’s and Ashley’s attention to her. She frowned at them, then looked away. My jaw tensed. I was seething inside. Since the minute Ashley had knocked at the door, Justice had been acting like a jealous child. I had to wonder would Cisero always be an obstacle standing between us..

  “Husband, husband.” She sang my name until my eyes met hers. “Are you going to tell me what has you looking like you’re about to turn into a werewolf. What are you thinking? Talk to me.”

  She didn’t want to talk to me. Every time I’d tried to, she would walk off or behave like a child and dance around with her fingers in her ears. She was taunting me.

  I said, “I’m thinking of nothing.”

  “No questions for me? You look like you have a question you want to ask. Something to say?” She clucked her tongue.

  I snapped. “I don’t have any fucking questions, Justice.”

  She laughed and threw her hands up. “Okay, husband.”

  She picked up a fork full of eggs, placed them in her mouth and chewed, watching me the entire time.

  “I have a question.” Ashley spoke up out of nowhere and I heard every neck in the room turn in her direction.

  Justice’s eyebrow rose. “You do? For me?” She pointed to herself. She looked as if she was shocked Ashley was even talking to her. They hadn’t exchanged as much as a good morning after their initial introduction.

  Ashley nodded. “Yes for you.”

  Justice dropped her fork, steepled her fingers and leaned her chin on them. “Well okay. What is it?”

  I glared in Cisero’s direction to let him know he needed to leash his bitch, but he too was watching Justice, waiting.

  “Why did they’re father leave you all his money?” Ashley asked.

  I dropped my head. Both Cisero and I decided it wasn’t something we wanted to ask, knowing it could open a whole can of worms.

  “That’s easy but complicated and what I think is just a theory,” Justice replied coolly.

  “What is it that you think?” Ashley asked, sounding all too anxious.

  “ I think he left me all his money because he was responsible for my mother getting killed or maybe because he felt guilty about making me suck his dick once in a while,” Justice answered nonchalantly then picked up her fork

  I choked on air. I couldn’t believe she had said those words out loud.

  Ashley gasped.

  Cisero punched the wall.

  “Why didn’t you tell anybody?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “Which part? “

  “All of it, gotdamnit?”

  “Cisero knew about my mother. We used to talk about it. It wasn’t like it was directly his fault, he just sold her false promises and when she finally decided to leave my daddy he didn’t come through for her. Daddy caught her on the phone begging your father to help her, that’s what started the fight that got her killed.”

  “If I would have known about him I woul—” Cisero started.

  Justice cut him off with a wave of her hand. “You would have done nothing. Why lie, Cisero? That’s why I told you things. I didn’t feel you’d do anything about anything. You liked living the life your father provided and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

  She nodded towards me. “That’s why I only fooled around with you and never told you anything. You would have killed him and I would have felt guilty. I already have enough bullshit weighing me down. I didn’t need to my burdens. Plus it wasn’t that bad. He tastes like you, but saltier.”

  Everybody was stunned silent while Justice began eating again.

  She was right. I would have killed him. Justice was barely eighteen when she left. He shouldn’t have ever touched her.

  Suddenly, Cisero shoved me from the side. I jumped up, fist balled at my side. My seat crashing to the ground.

  “You’ve been fucking her since before she left?” Cisero yelled. I glared at him. After what she’d just told him, he was more concerned with whether we fucked— than he was with what our father had done to her. He was his father’s son. A textbook megalomaniac.

  “We never fucked,” Justice spoke up before I could respond by punching him in his self-absorbed mouth. “Just did hand and mouth stuff and used some toys.” She filled her mouth with more eggs as her eyes volleyed between Cisero and I. Like she was watching a sporting event. I realized then she was creating havoc for the hell of it. I removed myself from the fray, mentally. I step away from Cisero.

  “Why does it matter if he fucked her?” Ashley whined, grabbing Cisero by his white t-shirt and pulling him to her.

  We were still both dressed in basketball shorts and t-shirts after returning from the gym.

  I watched Justice eat. She had a slight smirk on her face. Then as if she felt me watching she switched her attention to me.

  She smiled a genuine smile. “It’s getting kind of awkward in here, hubby. I think we should leave and let the happy couple argue in private.”

  She dropped her fork onto the plate and stood, held her hand out for me.

  We walked out of the kitchen hand-in-hand. Soon as we could no longer hear Cisero and Ashley arguing, I dropped her hand and grabbed her arm. “Why didn’t you tell me what he was doing to you?”

  She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. “Then what? You spend the rest of your life in jail, resenting me? I’ve known how you felt about me for the longest. I’m not blind. I’ve avoided you like the plague because you would go out of your way to try to fix me, to save me. You couldn’t even save yourself.”

  She dropped her head and continued. “I knew everything. I heard it all, the things your father had you and Cisero doing, or better yet, you. I heard him in his office bragging about how brutal you were to his enemies and I used to think he was a fucking monster because I knew he didn’t need to do any of the extras to survive. He just liked being seen as powerful. I was scared for both of you. Scared that one day you all wouldn’t come back. I didn’t want to lose anybody else I cared about. On the nights he called for me, you and Cisero didn’t have to go out. So, I went willingly.”

  Again, Justice had stunned me speechless. Charles was power hungry. He had been born into money, inherited millions but he wanted to be a mobster for the hell of it. He j
ust had no heart for it. Neither did Cisero, so what he couldn’t do I did. I had to.

  I looked up from my thoughts and Justice was crying.

  I reached out to wipe away the tears. She knocked my hand away.” I don’t need your pity.”

  She had that fractured look in her eyes that I had only seen once before. On the night that she almost plunged herself into the depths of the lake outside my fathers’ cabin.

  I’d walked outside to find her teetering on the edge of the dock. She’d spread her arms out, stretching them wide open like a bird ready to take flight. Her hair was in a wild halo of curls that the wind blew through but barely moved. The white gown she wore made her look angelic and for a while I was mesmerized by the fucking purity of it all, then I saw her purposely teeter forward off her feet and onto her toes. The blood in my veins had frozen, my heart flatlined, but my feet propelled me forward. I felt like a slow-moving train, going nowhere fast but somehow, I got to her just before she soared. I wrapped my arms around her. Pulling her to me. I felt death close by, watching. Waiting. I shivered, chilled down to the marrow in my bones.

  “Let me go, Summertime,” she yelled. I held tight. I ground my teeth as she called me my brother, over and over. It wounded me that she wasn’t familiar with my touch. One that she’d begged for on occasion. Lifting her off her feet I’d hauled her back, far away from the dark water’s edge. She kicked and screamed and thrashed. “Let me go, let me die.” The further I carried her away from death. The harder she fought me and when I couldn’t hold her any longer she’d turned and pounded my chest like she wanted to break me, break her hands, break herself. I let her pummel me until her energy waned and her breathing hollowed. Until she went limp and her body lined up against mine. She sobbed and I held her, and I remember thinking she smelled like vanilla and despair and I wanted her to stop crying and sing for me, my own song like she did for Cisero. But I wasn’t Cisero. I didn’t know how to manipulate her emotions. I only knew how to make her feel good.