Code of Silence

by Tessier, Shantel

  I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me. When our eyes meet, we both freeze. We’re both panting, my heart pounds and her beautiful amber eyes are swimming in tears. They look like honey.

  “I hate you,” she whispers.

  I almost believe that leaving her was wrong, but I wasn’t. I did what needed to be done. Someone else needed me more than she did, so I won’t apologize for that.

  My free hand runs along her smooth pussy, her wetness covering my fingers. “Then why are you wet?”

  She whimpers, rocking her hips against my hand, wanting more.

  I slide a finger into her, teasing her once again. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “No—”

  “Beg me to fuck you,” I interrupt her, leaning my face down to hers. My tongue darts out, running along her parted lips. I thrust a second finger into her, and she sucks in a ragged breath. Her legs tighten on my hips, pulling me closer to her. My cock is still in her hand, and she grips it like a vise. “Come on, Haven,” I coo. “Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want.”

  My fingers slide out of her and then back in, running my thumb over her clit. Her body jerks as she gasps. “Ffuucckk.”

  “That’s right, baby.” I smile, doing it again. More forcefully.

  I add a third finger, and she releases my cock. Her hands come up to my shoulders, and she digs her nails into my skin. “Oh, God …”

  “Say it,” I whisper as my eyes roam her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her chest rising and falling fast. I wonder when a man last touched her. I know she was lying. I didn’t find anything on her phone, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been seeing someone.

  “Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me.”

  Ripping her off the countertop, I carry her into the room. I throw her down onto the bed, her body bouncing a few times before I crawl on top of her. Spreading her legs with mine, I grip my cock and push into her, not waiting another second. I need her.

  Her hands come up to my chest, but I pin them against the bed. She cries out as my hips begin to move. It’s not slow. I’m not making love to her. I’m fucking her.

  She arches her back, crying out, as I fucking take what I want.

  She’s never been able to tell me no, and I love that about her. How much she needs me. Things aren’t going to be any different than they were before, other than the fact we have a contract. One that states she can never leave me. Marriage into the Mafia is like being born into the Mafia. There is no escape other than death.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  HAVEN

  I OPEN MY eyes and roll over. A soft moan releases from my lips. I ache. Everywhere. It’d been too long, and I forgot how much stamina Luca had. He fucked me twice before I passed out. Then at one point, he woke me up, flipped me over, and took me from behind. I didn’t protest one bit. If I remember correctly, I begged him then too.

  I came all over his cock and sheets. I’m gonna pay for that today. Getting up, I grab a shirt that is thrown over a chair and slip it on. He tore my underwear off last night, and I haven’t unpacked my stuff yet. Trying to be stubborn, I go without anything underneath. Thankfully, the shirt is long enough that it comes down close to my knees. I make my way down the stairs, listening for any voices. I’m not sure of his work schedule or if he is even still here. When my bare feet hit the landing, I see two men standing by the front door in the foyer, but they pay me no attention. And I hate how my stomach tightness at the thought of him needing this much security. It was never like this when he was in school. Or maybe I just didn’t see it.

  “Is Luca here?” I ask them, holding my shirt down my legs.

  Nothing. No side-eye. No go fuck yourself. Just silence.

  “Thanks,” I mumble and walk down the hall. I’m about to go outside to see if his car is here when I hear voices coming from his office. The same one where I thought he fucked the blonde in. Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and open the door.

  I pause the moment I step inside. Luca sits behind his desk in a three-piece suit, his arms folded over his chest. And Bones is pacing back and forth.

  “This is—”

  “Haven,” Luca interrupts him, and Bones comes to a stop. His head snaps up, and his eyes narrow on me.

  I know Luca did that so I wouldn’t get any information on their conversation, and it pisses me off.

  “What are you doing in here?” he asks with a growl.

  It’s the same question he asked me last night when he found me at his desk. As if I’m not allowed. Like it’s forbidden.

  Ignoring him, I look at Bones, and he’s glaring down at me. He’s changed so much since college. He didn’t have any tattoos back then, and now he’s covered in them. Well, that’s not true. I did see a tattoo on him. Once.

  I stumble down the hallway, my arm locked with Emilee’s. She laughs as her Sprite and vodka spills over the rim of her cup. “Where is … Jasmine?” She hiccups.

  Placing my free hand on the wall to help guide us, I answer. “She’s with Trenton.”

  She snorts loudly. “Thought we hated him.”

  “We did. Yesterday. He apologized to her after we slit his tires.” I laugh, entering the living room and looking around aimlessly. “Where are the guys?”

  It’s Saturday night. The boys had a baseball game today. They won, like always, and they decided to throw a party to celebrate at Bones and Grave’s father’s house. Even for the place being a mansion, it’s crowded with kids from the college.

  “I was standing in the kitchen when Luca came and got Bones.” She hiccups again. “Think he took him to the game room.”

  I reach over, take her drink from her hand, and down it. Only a few drops hit my shirt. “Let’s go look.”

  It takes us longer than usual to make our way up the staircase and down the long hall that leads to the game room at the end.

  I turn the knob and shove it open. We both go stumbling into the room. She giggles, and I say a few choice cuss words, trying to get my sluggish legs to keep myself standing. Looking up, I see Bones leaning back against the pool table, his arms crossed over his chest. Luca stands before him, his hands in the front pockets of his dark-fitted jeans.

  Our abrupt entrance catches their attention, and whatever they were discussing comes to an end.

  “What are you guys doing up here?” I ask, shutting the door with my foot and untangling my arm from Emilee.

  “Talking business,” Bones’s answer is clipped as his eyes move from mine to hers.

  I frown. “Business?”

  “Well, now it’s time to party,” Emilee says, stumbling over to him like Bambi. He uncrosses his arms and catches her as she falls against his chest.

  “Wanna party, do you?” he asks, looking down at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

  Luca comes to stand behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean into him, letting him support my drunk ass.

  “Yep.” She giggles, reaching down and grabbing the hem of her shirt. She lifts it up and over her head.

  Ohhh.

  I watch with complete fascination, staring at my best friend. Her long dark hair lifts with the fabric before falling to cover her back.

  His eyes drop to her chest, and his hands grip her hips. “We’ll have an audience, Em.”

  Reaching behind her, she undoes her bra before removing the straps from each shoulder. “Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

  My body heats up at the thought. Luca and I aren’t shy in the bedroom, but no one has ever watched us. And we’ve never watched someone else before either. Not besides a few porn videos.

  He arches a brow, just realizing something that they both already knew, but says, “No. It wouldn’t be.”

  Luca’s right hand comes up and pulls my hair back, exposing my bare shoulder to him since I’m in a tube top. My breath hitches when I feel his lips on my bare skin.

  “Are you gonna stop me?” she asks him, lowering her
hands to the button on his jeans.

  “No,” he answers roughly.

  She undoes the second button, then the third. She goes down to her knees, yanking his jeans down his thighs. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. I know I shouldn’t look at him, not with Luca standing behind me, but he’s not stopping me. He’s not pulling me away. Instead, he tangles his hand in my hair and gently tugs my head to the side as his lips trail up and down my neck.

  I pant as Emilee reaches up and takes Bones’s long and hard dick in her hand and begins to stroke it.

  Luca’s lips trail over my collarbone and up my neck once again. “Oh, God,” I whimper, my legs tightening.

  Bones and Emilee ignore us as he slides his hands into her long dark hair. His blue eyes so dark they look almost black as he stares down at her. I’ve never seen Bones in action, but I’ve heard about their sex life. I never understood her need to crawl to him whenever he called, but I see it right now. The way he looks at her like she rules his fucking world. She may be the one on her knees, but she’s the one in charge.

  “Suck my cock, Em. Show them how good you are at being dirty,” he orders her.

  Luca’s hand slides down my waist and undoes my shorts. My breath hitches when he pushes the zipper down.

  I should look away, but I can’t. My eyes are glued to Emilee on her knees with Bones’s cock in her hands. Opening her mouth, she licks up his shaft, twirling her tongue around the tip before closing her lips over it.

  Bones stares down at her. His tongue comes out and runs across his lips slowly.

  “Watch her please him, baby,” Luca whispers in my ear. “’Cause you’re up next.” He presses his hips into my ass, and I feel his hard dick.

  My heart pounds in my chest as he pushes my shorts down my legs. “Oh, God,” I whimper when he pulls my thong to the side and runs his finger over my pussy.

  Emilee picks up her pace. Her head bobs back and forth as Bones begins to fuck her mouth harder. His hands still fist her hair, and he watches his cock slide in and out, biting his bottom lip. His biceps straining against his shirt. He lets out a moan at her performance.

  My pussy tightens when Luca’s finger enters me. And I hitch in a breath when he shoves a second one in roughly.

  “Do you like watching him use her?” Luca whispers hoarsely in my ear.

  I nod, unable to speak.

  He chuckles. “You’re so wet, Haven. Watching your best friend on her knees while I finger you turns you on.”

  I moan when he rubs my clit with his thumb.

  Emilee whimpers as Bones violently fucks her mouth. His hips slam into her, and I’m jealous. Not of him. But of her. I wanna please Luca the way she’s pleasing Bones. It turns me on to know that I can be that girl for him.

  “Fuck, you’re good, Em.” Bones moans, throwing his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing while he swallows. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it.”

  Her hands grip his naked and toned thighs, and her hair bounces off her bare back.

  I cry out when Luca enters a third finger into me.

  “Shh.” He slaps his free hand over my mouth, silencing me, still holding my back to his front. “You’ll get your chance to be the center of attention,” he growls before biting my neck. A shiver runs through me.

  Bones thrusts forward one last time before he lets out a moan, holding her head in place as he comes in her mouth, forcing her to swallow. He pulls out of her lips, and a trail of cum runs down her chin.

  He doesn’t let her recover. He yanks her to her feet, then pulls her over to the couch that sits along the back wall. Sitting down, he spins her around to face us, then pulls her onto his lap. She straddles him backward, her knees up on the couch, her legs spread wide. Her once perfect makeup leaves black streaks down her face from his force. Her watery eyes are heavy, and she’s panting. He reaches his hands around her body. One goes to her breast, the other yanks her mini skirt up around her waist. He slides his hand into her red panties, and she whimpers. The wet spot evidence of her arousal.

  And I understand why she so willingly drops anything for him at any given time. He just fucked her mouth, and she looks like she came.

  He leans forward, whispering something in her ear. Her heavy eyes meet mine, and she licks her already wet lips.

  My thighs clench. Luca removes his fingers from inside me, and I sag against him at the loss.

  “You’re up,” he whispers, slapping me on the ass. “Lie on the floor.”

  I comply without argument. Lying flat on my back, I look up at the ceiling, the room spinning. It reminds me of the Tilt-a-Whirl at the fair, and I pray that I don’t get sick. I should have never drunk as much as I did.

  Luca comes to stand next to me. He unzips his jeans and then pulls his impressively large and very hard cock through the hole in his black boxers. I lick my lips. He falls to his knees, straddling me, and I reach out to grab his dick in my hands, but he grips my wrists, stopping me.

  I whimper and lift my hips.

  “You know how I like it.” Scooting up, he straddles my face. He crosses my wrists above my head, pinning them to the soft rug in one hand and grabs the base of his cock with his free hand. And I open for him.

  He runs the tip of his dick over my lips, and I feel the precum cover them. My tongue darts out and licks up his shaft before he presses into me.

  I moan as he fills my mouth. My hips buck empty air, wishing his mouth was between my legs. I love sixty-nine.

  I hear Emilee moan in the distance, but I don’t dare look away from Luca’s face hovering above me. His eyes are glued to mine. His lips are parted, and his breathing has picked up. I tilt my head back a little more, and his hips pick up. My nipples are hard, my pussy soaked, and I lie here while he fucks my mouth.

  He hits the back of my throat, and tears sting my eyes. He doesn’t let up; if anything, he goes harder, faster. Like he always does. How I like it.

  He hovers over me with a look of determination on his face and lust in his eyes. I’m turned on, and it’s turning him on.

  He shoves to the back of my throat, and I force my throat to swallow.

  “Fuck,” he growls. “That’s what I like.”

  I do it again.

  “Goddamn, Haven.”

  Tears spill down the sides of my face, and my mouth screams from being open so wide, but he doesn’t stop.

  His body straddles my chest. Finding it hard to breathe through my nose,

  I feel the room spin faster. My vision going blurry.

  He thrusts harder, faster, and his hands tighten on my wrists. I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow.

  I don’t give two shits.

  Suddenly, he pulls out, and I suck in a breath, my chest heaving.

  He rips my thong down my legs, and I almost cry in relief.

  Then grabbing my arm, he yanks me up and onto all fours. Lifting my heavy head, I look up to see Emilee completely naked now, straddling Bones facing us while he still lounges behind her on the couch. His hands grip her narrow hips as she rides him. Her hair sticks to her slick face and chest. I watch shamelessly as she bounces on his cock. Her cum dripping down his balls and onto the leather couch.

  “Spread your legs,” Luca orders before he slaps me on the ass.

  I whimper but do as he says.

  He comes up behind me. He shoves two fingers into my soaked pussy, and I cry out. Then he pulls them out just as quickly and replaces them with his cock. He grips a handful of hair and yanks my head back. “Watch him fuck her while I fuck you.” His legs spread mine farther apart, making my thighs burn.

  Emilee reaches up and grabs her breasts, her lips parting. Bones releases her hips and pulls her arms back, sliding his forearm between them and her back to lock her arms in place. His free hand comes up and wraps around her throat, pulling her head back. I hear her take in a strangled breath. Her tits bounce, her hair covers half her face. I watch her body tense and her lips part before she’s coming all over him again.


  “That’s it, Em. How many times will you come for me tonight?” he growls, not letting up.

  I look at him. Bones no longer wears a shirt, and I catch sight of a tattoo on his chiseled chest. A crown hangs off the side of a skull. A set of crossbones below it. And I know it stands for Kings.

  The Dark Kings.

  “Haven?”

  I jump back at the sound of my name. My head whips to look at Luca. His eyes narrow on me, and I feel my face heat with embarrassment. Was I just checking out Bones? Fuck, I hope I didn’t say anything. Or moan at the memory.

  Shit!

  I clench my thighs because I didn’t put any underwear on, and now my pussy is wet.

  “Will you give me and my fiancée a minute?” Luca asks tightly.

  My heart flutters at him calling me that. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud.

  Bones doesn’t say anything, but his shoulder brushes mine as he walks out and slams the door shut. I flinch at the sound.

  “Luca—”

  “I was in the middle of a meeting,” he interrupts me. “What is it that you need?”

  My hands fist. “I wanted to …” I pause ’cause I’m not sure what I wanted. Did I expect him to love me after last night? Did I expect him to bring me breakfast in bed? Or whisk me away on a plane to a private island? I’m not sure what I thought.

  “Nothing,” I settle on, not sure what to say. Now ashamed.

  He stands, buttoning his suit jacket, and then walks around his desk. I go to leave, but he reaches out and grabs my upper arm, pulling me into him.

  “Luca …”

  “Do you need me to fuck you?” he asks, cupping my face. “Is that why you came barging in here?” His eyes roam my disheveled hair and the oversized T-shirt I wear. I didn’t know there would always be so many people here at the house. Now I know to always be covered up when I leave the bedroom.

  “No.”

  He cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because you were looking at Bones like you were in the mood for dick.”