Venomous (The Clans Book 11)

by Elizabeth Knox

  Depending how things go this evening, we might just invite them to our bed. I planned on fucking Belladonna tonight, but the more the merrier.

  Chapter 7

  Davide

  The group of us ordered drinks while Philippe and I split a bottle of tequila. The women on the other hand split the bottle of wine. I’ve noticed the way Carla becomes a bit more free with her intentions as alcohol slips into her bloodstream. Her body language changes the slightest bit, leaning in a tad more to Belladonna’s personal space. Lightly brushing her fingertips with her arm and giggling. Philippe and I have both shared a few knowing glances, fully accepting where the night is leading us.

  “Are you two staying around here?” Philippe asks lowly, catching my eye.

  I nod, “Yes, just across the street. I have a suite.” I take another sip of tequila, spotting Belladonna’s beaming expression. She’s looking directly at Carla. While I eye up the two women I can’t imagine what it would be like to witness their bodies tangled with one another. Fuck, my cock grows harder in my pants at the mere thought.

  I clap my hands together harshly once, immediately gaining the girls’ attention. “What do you say about going to our hotel room for some drinks?” To listening ears it merely sounds like friends enjoying one another’s company. However, Philippe knows my intention. Carla will catch on quickly, and lastly Belladonna will understand.

  Going into my wallet, I pull out some cash but Philippe dismisses me, “Please, you’re personal friends and guests. Put your money away.”

  Hmm, this hasn’t happened before. I wonder if Philippe and Carla let their fuck friends eat for free. Sounds like a great arrangement to me. “Thank you, my friend.” I say to the man, who gives me a curt nod. Although, I can’t mistake the devilish look in his eye. It appears he’s looking forward to this as much as I am.

  “Carla, would you be a darling and grab the bottles. I believe we’ll take them to go.”

  “Sure thing,” She immediately replies, standing and grabs the bottles. Belladonna follows Carla’s lead and finally Philippe and I stand. We walk alongside our women and walk down the stairwell, out through the entrance of the restaurant and walk in the brisk air until we’re at the hotel.

  Giuseppe is already in his room and after attending many trips with me in the past he knows to check in for me, ensuring my bags are already in my room when I arrive. He’s on the floor below us, so we make a pit stop to grab the keys and then head upstairs. When he saw we had company he tried to hide the smirk, but even I caught him.

  Upon inserting the key into the door, Carla rushes past me with the bottles in her hand, falling lightly on the back of the couch, carefree and relaxed. Philippe goes up to his wife, while Belladonna stands to my right and gives me a curious look.

  “I take it the night is leading to a group between the sheets?” She says lowly, though she doesn’t sound opposed to the idea.

  “I believe so. Is that a problem for you?” I ask, genuinely wanting to know if she does have a problem with it. I would never force her to do something she didn’t want to do.

  “No, it’s perfectly fine. I am yours after all, yours to do whatever you want with.” She mews in a seductive tone, showing me she’s either horny, or the wine has gotten to her a bit.

  Belladonna sashays her ass in front of me, walking toward our company. Carla is now straddling her husband on the couch of our suite. Although, she’s staring back at Belladonna in an inviting manner.

  “Come up here sweet girl. I want to feel your velvet lips over mine,” Carla instructs. Belladonna heads over to her, walks around the couch and dips her head down to Carla. I watch as Carla places her hand on the side of Belladonna’s neck, touching her lightly while she meets her lips to Belladonna’s. The two of them kiss in the most sensual manner I’ve ever seen. That’s the thing about women, though. They’re the reason sex is so fucking passionate.

  Philippe turns his head back to me while his left hand rubs over Carla’s ass. He’s basically asking for permission to touch Belladonna. While I wouldn’t let many touch her, I give a curt nod to him, and he motions with his head how it’s okay for me to do the same to Carla.

  I’m not typically a man who swings with others, although, I don’t mind experiencing new heights. I fully intended to shove my cock in Belladonna tonight, and I swear, I fucking will. Approaching the group, I clear my throat and speak clearly. “I only have one rule, Philippe. Don’t cum in her pussy.”

  “Likewise,” He comments back, extending a hand out to Belladonna. He pulls her toward him and she’s to the right of him while Carla is still somewhat straddling him. She kisses her husband fiercely as I walk around the couch and hook my fingers under the straps of her dress. I pull them over her shoulder and work my way to the zipper in the middle of her back, pulling it down until it falls down to her hips.

  I snake my hand around the front of her torso, wrapping my hand around her neck and choke her in a light manner. Pulling her against my body I have no doubt she can feel my erection pressing into her back.

  “I won’t even lie, I’ve always dreamt about fucking another man’s wife. Little did I know it would be such a beautiful Italian woman,” I hiss, biting the bottom of her earlobe. Carla moves her hand between our two bodies, stroking my cock through my trousers. She does this thing with the tip of her thumb, sliding it over my head repeatedly until I feel precum oozing out.

  With my free hand I place it over her bundled up dress and shove it over her hips until it’s a mess on the floor. Releasing her, I make her turn around and shove her shoulders to the floor. “Suck my cock like the horny little slut you are,”

  Carla makes quick work of unbuckling my pants, pulling my pants and boxers down. I kick them off, removing my suit jacket in the process and unbutton my shirt, tossing it over to an armchair. While Carla’s tongue swirls around my shaft, deep-throating my cock like a lollipop I stare at my woman.

  Philippe is undressing her slowly, sucking her perky breasts into his mouth. He kneels down below her, removing her thong, sliding his fingers between her heat, taunting that clit of hers. I watch the way her head tilts back from the pleasure he’s bringing her, hearing the way her pussy grows with wetness from a few feet away.

  Carla starts to choke on my cock, fondling my balls as I plant my hand at the back of her head. I fuck her mouth like it’s her pussy and stare at Belladonna, unable to tear my eyes away from her as her moans grow louder from Philippe’s touch.

  My balls tighten and I grow still, feeling my load shooting down her throat. I continue to fuck her until every drop is out, removing my cock. Carla licks the bit of cum from the corner of her mouth and smiles. Just as she does I hear Belladonna’s moans grow the loudest they’ve been as Philippe is fucking her with his hand. She’s cumming all over his hand, squirting at the mere movement.

  Belladonna giggles as Philippe removes his hand and he points over to Carla. “My wife has been craving you all night long. I watched the way she stared at you, wanting to taste your pussy on her lips.”

  “Lie down on your back,” I instruct Carla. She follows my order, shooting down on her back and Belladonna comes up to her. She positions her pussy over Carla’s mouth and dips her head down. Philippe approaches us, palming his cock in the process and I’m doing the same as we watch the girls bring one another pleasure.

  Carla laps her tongue over Belladonna’s folds like a kitten at milk before she slides it inside her opening. Meanwhile, Belladonna continues to work on Carla’s clit, causing the woman to moan in ultimate pleasure.

  Fuck it, I can’t hold back anymore. I go behind Carla, entangling my hands in Belladonna’s hair and rub her head, just as I line my cock up to Carla’s entrance. Her pussy is soaked, obviously enjoying our delightful evening. Sliding my cock over her folds I coat myself with her essence, inserting my shaft in her need fueled pussy.

  Belladonna’s the one moaning now, every time I ram my cock further into Carla her tongue touches my sha
ft for the slightest second. God, this woman is irresistible. She has no problem going with the flow, even turning our relaxing evening into a fuck fest.

  “Jesus Christ, I’m going to cum!” Carla screams out, digging her nails into the area rug underneath us.

  Belladonna lets out a sharp moan from pleasure, “Fuck, you’re huge!” Glancing up, I see Philippe has his cock nestled deep in her ass, holding onto her hips, he spreads her ass cheeks and watches himself fuck her.

  Carla’s body goes rigid, but her pussy sure doesn’t. It sloshes and turns into me fucking a damn waterfall. Her essence shoots out of her and she keeps pleading for me to fuck her, to not stop, so I keep going until the area rug is soaked and I feel close to release myself. But I can’t cum inside her. There’s only one woman I want to shoot my load in.

  “Philippe, sit down on the couch and keep fucking Belladonna’s ass. Carla, put your clit on her mouth. I want your cum to be dripping down her face.” I pull my cock from Carla’s pussy and everyone moves in the way I’ve told them to.

  Stalking up to her, I can’t help but palm my cock. Precum oozes from my head and I stare into Belladonna’s eyes. “I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum until it’s oozing out of you.”

  I don’t know what takes over me, but I’ve lost all sense of reason. I feel like the bit inside me which makes me human vanishes within an instant. Positioning myself in front of Belladonna’s wet cunt, I see her ass stretched wide with Philippe’s cock. He’s rocking himself inside her and that fucking clit of hers is a hard little nub. It’s just begging to be toyed with.

  I ram myself inside her, fucking her cunt like I haven’t fucked a woman in years. Like all my testosterone needs to be released in this one instant. Placing my thumb on her clit I rub the hardened nub over and over, even as she squirms her hips against me. Liquid starts to spill around my shaft, dripping over my cock and I know she’s so close.

  It’s good, because I’m close too. I want her cum, and I want to shoot my load inside her more than anything else. Unable to hold back, I pull my thumb away and slap my hand down as hard as I can, continuing to fuck her until we’ve both lost control.

  She cums, squirting all over while I release my load.

  She halts, coming to a complete stop and I can hear Carla’s moans filling the background. It seems we weren’t the only ones who came. Wetness flows down Belladonna’s torso, over her nipples onto her stomach.

  Carla starts to move off until I slap her ass. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re just getting started.”

  Chapter 8

  Blanka/Belladonna

  I wake up in the middle of bed, but feel weight pressing against my arms and legs. Opening my eyes I see Philippe to my right, his mouth almost on my nipple but not quite. Carla is at the bottom of the bed, and Davide’s to my left, with his eyes right on me.

  He drifts his hand between my thighs, feeling my wetness. I had such intense dreams about fucking him last night. It must’ve been a direct result of what we did with Carla and Philippe. God, I’ve been in some erotic situations . . . but nothing quite like this.

  He pushes my right leg out to the side and somehow nestles himself between my legs without waking Philippe from his restful sleep. With his hand firmly surrounding my clit Davide flutters his fingers against me, shooting the best feelings through my body. Heat pools at my center again, and at this point I’m contemplating how my body can react. We went rounds upon rounds last night with one another, lavishing in each other’s bodies. My pussy burns from how hard I was fucked, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting him. From craving the feeling of his dick inside me.

  Davide lines himself at my opening, slowly inserting his cock inch by inch. My pussy is on fire, in more pain than I can express, but there’s a sense of eroticism here. I love the way my body reacts, the burn is painful yet fueled with pleasure at the same time.

  His balls slap against my ass as the bed begins to shake, neither one of us holding back. Philippe starts to wake and I feel his cock getting harder against my leg. He kneels on the bed, “Well, this is a great way to wake up.” Positioning his cock at my mouth, he grabs onto the back of my head and shoves himself inside.

  “I think she needs more cum inside her. My precious little cumslut, aren’t you?” Davide growls at me, taking his free hand he pinches my nipples so hard I feel they’re going to fall off. Even in thinking that, he causes my body to continue to react.

  His cock widens inside me and he begins to still, letting out a deep growl as he rocks himself in me. Philippe on the other hand fucks my mouth to the point where he’s down my throat and tears flow from the corners of my eyes. “Take his entire cock, Belladonna.” Davide hisses, pinching my nipples again.

  I moan out, but it’s sort of a half scream. Carla giggles in the background, “You boys are at it again? Oh, how I should’ve known.” She stands at the corner of the bed, grabbing her breasts and rubs her own clit as she watches.

  “Fuck, we’re going to need to arrange this again.” Philippe grumbles, hooking his thumbs at the sides of my mouth he widens his view, watching himself. His eyes are dark and need filled, but they aren’t as dark as Davide’s. Davide has a sense of something evil lurking underneath the surface. It makes me want him more, to crave to have him in a way I haven’t had other clients. Unlike the others, I want to have sex with him. And I don’t mind doing what I’m doing in this moment.

  Swirling my tongue around Philippe’s cock he stalls, shoving his dick down my throat the deepest he can until I’m gagging. I try to pull back, but he won’t let me. His groans proving he’s cumming. He yanks his cock from my mouth and goes up to Carla, shoves her against the wall and fucks her.

  God, these men have stamina I’ve never seen before.

  Davide dips his head down, pressing his lips to mine. For the first time since I’ve been with him we’re kissing. It’s rough, passionate and fueled with desire. I can still taste Philippe’s cum but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to jump Davide’s bones even further. I want to feel the burn. I crave for him to light the candle within me, to cause my pussy to catch on fire.

  Davide cums again, pulls out of me and he lays in bed beside me. In the background we can hear Philippe continuing to fuck his wife, causing her to moan so loudly we get a call from the service desk downstairs asking us to keep it down. It puts quite a damper on the mood, so Carla and Philippe prepare to go. But, she of course has to kiss us all passionately before she heads for the door.

  “We will have to do this again, darlings.” She waves, leaving our room. I lay beside Davide, wondering what the hell even happened. It seemed like such a usual thing to Philippe and Carla, and then it hits me, they must swing with couples quite a bit. It could be their kink.

  “Do they normally swing?” I end up asking Davide, who nods against the top of my head, brushing his fingers through my hair.

  “Yes, but typically not with Clan couples. Although, I’m not complaining in the least bit. Are you?”

  “No, but um, what’re Clan couples?” I giggle, actually enjoying it quite a bit.

  “Good. Ah, they’re the prominent families so to speak. I don’t typically have sex with couples like that, but it was a good way to mix it up.”

  Now this makes me feel odd. “Why am I here then, if this isn’t what you usually do?”

  “Because I enjoy fun and companionship, sweetheart. I don’t like to be lonely, and it never hurts to keep the party going.” Davide slides out of bed and goes over to the bar.

  I turn my head and see it’s not even hit noon. “Drinking?” I question, a bit judgmental.

  “If we’re going to chat about serious matters I might as well have a drink. So, as I said, I don’t like to be alone. Being lonely isn’t living.”

  Furrowing my brows, the man’s confused me. “Why don’t you settle down then?”

  “Because that will trap me in another way. I’ll still be lonely.” He explains.

  “Not al
l marriages are loveless,”

  “Name one couple you know that doesn’t grow tired of one another. Who doesn’t get frustrated, grow bitter?”

  I don’t say a word. In my business, I only know couples like that.

  “You’ve proven my point. After a time, my wife wouldn’t want me anymore. She’d grow tired of the money, the parties, and all the duties.”

  I can’t say I don’t understand him, because I get what he’s insinuating. Davide is a train wreck to say the least, but that doesn’t stop me from being intrigued by his attitude towards things. I only want to understand this mind of his.

  Chapter 9

  Blanka/Belladonna

  The past couple of weeks have been intense to say the least. I’ve been jet setting across the world with Davide as he ensures every one of these events goes on smoothly. However, he always leaves me in the hotel while he goes to deal with the event. Always insisting how I should use my alone time to pamper myself and relax, take a bubble bath and things like that.

  Not much has changed between us yet. Every day is in some sense the same as the previous. We get up relatively early, eat a breakfast with a combination of fruits, meats and toast. He gets on his laptop and gets a bit of work done and afterward he does something to throw me off guard. Even now I’m still not used to his spontaneity.

  It’s hard to believe I’m leaving to go back to Venice in just four days. The time has flown by quicker than it has with any other client.

  Davide clears his throat from behind his laptop. He’s been sitting in that spot the past couple of hours, and Giuseppe hasn’t come to get his boss yet which is unusual. I glance up to the clock above the fireplace and see it is around seven. The fight typically starts around eight from what I can tell.

  “I think you should accompany me this evening,” I blink a few times, assuming I’ve misheard him. “Did you not hear me?” He asks.