Why the fuck did it feel so good to have her mouth on my dick? Why did just the beginning part of the blowjob already blow any others I’d gotten in the past out of the water? Fuck. I was in too deep with her. Fuckity fuck fuck.
The sound of grunting filled the air, and on the TV, the threesome had changed positions. The girl hung off the side of the bed, laying on her back, her legs spread, and the two men were taking turns sinking their cocks deep within her cunt. Watching them take turns, feeling Lola’s wet, hungry mouth on my cock, was hotter than I ever imagined it would be.
Maybe Roman had the right idea. Watching was fucking hot, and being serviced while watching was even better.
My hips began to thrust of their own accord, and I reclined back, moving my hand to grip the back of Lola’s head, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. She took every inch like a champ, and I didn’t want to think about what that meant. My cock was thick and long, so to be used to something like that…
Damn it. I wanted to kill any man who had his hands on her before this. I wanted to own her, to have her totally and completely, and not just in the way of the Night Slayer. I wanted this girl in my bed every night. Not a relationship with her, but… but more. More than that. I wanted everything.
And the worst part was I knew I shouldn’t.
I had to close my eyes eventually, no longer look at the TV and instead give my full attention to the beautiful girl on her knees before me, on the pleasure threatening to rise up inside of me and drown me. My fingers gripped the back of her damp hair hard, so hard I knew it had to hurt, but that didn’t stop her at all. She liked the pain. The pain made her feel alive, and that was something I could understand.
She and I… we weren’t so different from each other. We were more alike than I wanted to admit.
It didn’t take long for my balls to release the pent-up pressure, for cum to shoot out of my cock and coat her throat and her tongue. My body tensed, my hips bucking beneath her, and I let out a loud groan that, in the end, was more like a growl than anything else.
She was slow to lift her head off my cock, and I loosened my hold on her head, letting her get up. I breathed hard, and though I’d just had an orgasm, I didn’t feel quite done with her yet.
It was then I noticed we weren’t alone anymore; Viper had returned, his short brown hair wet and slicked back, his hazel eyes on the both of us. His sleeves were up, revealing the snake tattoos on his arms. How long he’d been standing there, I didn’t know. How much he’d seen was anyone’s guess… but maybe in the end it didn’t really matter.
Lola was busy wiping the edges of her mouth and fixing her hair, and I bent forward and got my pants, pulling them up and tucking my cock away even though it was still hard. I let the TV continue playing while I moved to the door, closing it behind Viper. Viper said nothing, holding his hands before his stomach, his gaze on Lola and how good she looked in those teeny shorts and that see-through t-shirt.
“Viper,” I spoke once we were closed off from the rest of the house, setting my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “I heard tonight was a busy night.” I started to guide us both toward the couch, where Lola was now sitting, sprawled out, watching us with curiosity, the porn on the screen forgotten.
“I… suppose it was,” Viper said, choosing his words carefully. He did not want to boast, and it was clear he didn’t know what the hell I was doing, why I was bringing him closer.
I didn’t quite know, either. I supposed, in the end, I was a bit curious whether or not I’d like to see Lola with someone else. Who better than Viper? He would only be with her because I’d said so, and he’d keep himself away from her when I told him to. I could trust him. I didn’t think he was one of the people who was disloyal to us. Viper and Big Mike were practically like cousins to us. Family.
And family… you treated family differently.
“My guess is you need some relief,” I said, letting him go as I made my way around him and plopped down on the couch, on the part of it that faced where he stood. It was a giant sectional, so there was room aplenty.
Viper said nothing, though he did share a glance with Lola, as if he was starting to understand what the hell I meant by it.
I guess I’d have to spell it out for him, the idiot. So I did: “Lola, help Viper out.” Not as firm of a command as it’d been when it was just us, but I assumed that was because this was… well, this was new to me. I liked this girl more than I should, and yet here I was, forcing her and Viper to do stuff. Didn’t really make sense if you thought too much about it.
But then again, I wasn’t the sanest or sharpest tool in the shed.
Neither of them moved. Lola didn’t even get up off the couch. She was breathing hard, her nipples pointed beneath her shirt, hard little things that drew your eyes even when you were trying not to stare. Viper’s hazel eyes darkened in the dim lighting of the room, his lips drawn into a line, as if he was thinking how to best say no to me.
That’s the thing, though. Viper couldn’t say no to me. He was family to me, practically a cousin, but in the end, he was not on the same level as me. He might be above most of this city, but he was beneath me on the totem pole.
“Do I have to be specific?” I paused, staring daggers at them both. “All right, fine. Lola, I want you on your knees before Viper, and Viper, I want you to fuck her mouth like there’s no tomorrow. Surely you can do that.” Any man with eyes would want to do that to Lola, but I supposed that was the problem. One of them, anyway. We were a family full of problems, and adding Lola to the mix had only invited more.
That did it. Mostly for Lola.
She got off the couch, standing and stretching before sauntering over to Viper, cocking her hip as she looked up at him, as if she had to seduce him with her eyes or something. Come on. I saw the growing bulge in Viper’s pants the moment I’d seen him standing at the door. He definitely had witnessed some of it.
Viper almost looked uncomfortable, like he didn’t want to do this. He actually had the audacity to say, “Maddox, come on. If you want more from her, do more, but don’t involve me.” Trying to sound like he was better than me, like he didn’t want to stick it in her and revel in the pleasure she could bring.
We weren’t stupid here.
Lola stopped, glancing at me over her shoulder, as if she needed me to reaffirm that this was what I wanted. That I wanted to see her give head to Viper.
I simply grinned a sinister, wicked smirk and said, “Do not make me tell you two again.” A whispered threat, because if I had to tell these idiots what to do again, I wouldn’t be happy, and if I wasn’t happy, I’d make damn sure neither of them were. When I wasn’t happy, I tended to get violent, and when I was violent, people tended to get broken and bloody.
I wasn’t allowed to mar Lola’s body, not while she was the opening act for the Gilded Rose, but Viper? Oh, he wasn’t off-limits at all.
Lola sunk to her knees before Viper, and Viper was smart enough, finally, to keep his mouth shut. He said nothing, though he did glance at me when Lola started to undo his pants. I could only imagine the look she gave him right then, how she stared up at him—or maybe she wasn’t looking at him at all. Maybe she was just being a good girl and focusing on the dick that was seconds from springing out.
Was I terrible for making them do this? Debatable, mostly because I never thought I was that bad. Not unless I was angry… and as long as these two played by my rules, I wouldn’t get angry.
Lola’s blonde head was in the way, so I couldn’t see much of Viper’s dick, which was fine. I saw all I needed to as I watched her hands go up to his cock and milk it once or twice before that head moved closer. I knew the very moment she took his length into her mouth because Viper let out an earth-shattering groan, his eyelids snapping shut as if he could not keep them open.
Maybe he didn’t want to see me on the couch, watching it happen, or maybe he knew if he stared down at Lola on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his cock, that he
’d lose it immediately.
I sat there, watching, feeling my own cock stir again as that blonde head bobbed back and forth, drawing a melody of sounds from Viper’s chest. I’d never seen Viper let loose, probably because he was always business, always trying to constantly prove himself to my family—my father especially.
Well, guess what? My father wasn’t here right now. It was just us, and right now I called the shots, and I wanted to watch as his cock pumped into her throat.
Lola was all fight, all defiant and crazy, but she knew she had to do as I asked. I didn’t care if this was too much, didn’t give a shit if Sylvester found out about this and hated me for it. My brother could go fuck himself. Or, more likely, he could fuck Lola and whisper into her ear how sorry he was for my behavior.
My hands clenched into fists, and I resisted the urge to get my own dick out and touch myself as I watched. I wanted to, oh, I fucking wanted to, but I didn’t. My eyes were glued on Lola’s head, on the way Viper’s hips had started to thrust a bit as he stood there, receiving the head. I could tell he was trying to fight it, trying not to let his body and the pleasure win out, but it was only a matter of time until he let loose in her mouth and her throat was coated in a cum other than mine.
A strange, smug satisfaction filled me when Viper let out a moan that sounded almost like a growl, and I knew it was time. I knew he could fight the sensation no longer, that his cock was spasming inside her mouth and his tip spraying out his seed. I knew Lola swallowed him down like the greedy girl she was, gobbling up every single drop that came from him.
Lola was slow in pulling her head away, her mouth popping slightly as his dick left her. Viper’s eyes were finally open, but he did everything to avoid looking at me as he stuffed himself away. Lola, on the other hand, cocked her hip as she turned to face me, a smirk on her full, puffy lips. She looked completely disheveled and yet still far too tempting.
“Well?” she asked. “How was your real-life porn, Maddox? I can’t wait until we graduate and get to the double—”
Whatever she was going to say, I didn’t care. I tuned her out. What I did care about, strangely, was the smirk on her face. She shouldn’t be giving me that look. She shouldn’t act like she was currently on top of the world, in charge of us all. She wasn’t. Lola was… she was nothing to us. Absolutely fucking nothing, and she would stay that way.
At least, that’s what I kept telling myself, even as I got up and stormed out of the room.
Lola would drive me mad, and the awful thing was I was already mad to begin with.
Chapter Four – Lola
Viper wasn’t here. I didn’t think he planned on coming, on seeing me off, which was fine. It wasn’t like I needed him to be here to wish me luck. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was due to what Maddox had made us do the other night.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like that was the first time I’d been faced with Viper’s cock. We’d done the nighttime tango a while ago, a secret I didn’t think anyone else knew, so it wasn’t like his steel rod was a stranger to me. It wasn’t.
Ever since that night, though, Viper had pulled himself back from me. He was ten times more silent and stoic than he’d been before, more like his brother, Mike. There was always something to be said about the guys who spoke more with their actions than their words, but with the fact Viper tried his best not to even look at me now… well, it kind of hurt my feelings, you know? Like he was ashamed of me or something.
Hah, ashamed. As if I cared about how Viper felt. I didn’t. I didn’t give a shit about how any of these guys felt.
Alright, alright. That was a lie, but at least I tried, you know? Keeping the distance between me and the others up was hard, especially when this crazy family made me feel not so crazy myself, when they made me want to live and have a life.
Ironic, I know. This family would be the death of me, and although it was a death that would be well-deserved, it would still come too soon.
Carter and Roman had come over, and I was in my room, getting dressed when Roman entered. Mike stood near the door, his thick arms folded across his chest. I did wonder if his cock was like Viper’s, or if he was bigger. I mean, the guy was like a fucking mountain, built like a lumberjack, so you couldn’t blame my mind for going in that direction.
But, anyway, back to Roman.
Roman wore a dark suit with a red shirt beneath it. He looked very devilish, and I tried not to stare at him too hard. My dress was pulled up, but the zipper on my back was undone. It wasn’t like I was flashing him, but still, I felt his eyes rake over me, as if he was used to watching.
Kind of like Maddox that night.
Again, not something I should be thinking about.
“Roman,” I purred out, “to what do I owe this pleasure?” My voice oozed sarcasm and fake manners, and I suddenly felt rather small.
Roman was a giant, tall and refined, with eyes so pitch-black you couldn’t see where the pupils ended and where the color of the irises began. His black hair was slicked back. He was a man in his thirties, a man whose life had hardened his face. Ridiculously handsome in every way, and yet I bet that man never cracked a smile.
Sad, for what kind of life was that?
As if I knew the answer to that question. I didn’t. I couldn’t even pretend to.
Roman was the Luciano’s most trusted hitman, and Carter was his protege. Hitman, assassin, enforcer—really, it depended on the circumstance. The jobs I went out on should’ve probably been his, but he didn’t seem to complain. A night off here and there was always a good thing. Everyone needed some time to kick back and relax.
Roman said nothing, which caused me to turn around and give him my back. “Help a girl out, would you?” I asked, moving to sweep my hair up. Still needed to curl my hair and pin the tendrils to my head—I was going for a classic twenties vibe for the pre-night show—along with my makeup. I still had a while to go until I’d be ready, and after I was all dolled up, I’d put on my heels and my satin gloves, and I’d be out of here with Carter.
I felt Roman’s fingers touch the base of my spine, near the zipper, resisting the urge to lunge forward and get out of his grip as he slowly drew the zipper up. When a man like that touched you, you lost all sense of self. You became whatever he wanted you to be. The devil himself could not hold a candle to Roman Russo.
Once he was done, I let my hair down and stepped away from him.
“You realize,” Roman started, his voice so low and rough it caused goosebumps to rise on my arms. Not many men could say they had a voice to remember, but Roman was one of them. He was one of them, and I could easily see why he was one of the most feared and respected men in the city. “If you fail, whatever they’ll do to you is nothing compared to what I’ll do.”
A threat, a threat that made me smile up at him and catch his dark stare with a girly flash of my teeth. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” I purred out, reaching toward him and running a hand along the front of his suit. He was definitely solid under there, wasn’t he? “I will bring Carter back to you, I promise.”
He probably thought I would fuck this up, that I’d get on that stage, in front of everybody, and tell them I was a spy for the Lucianos and that Aaron’s real name was Carter, and he worked for the Luciano’s, too.
Roman’s reflexes were fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had my wrist in his hand, fingers curling around it tightly. A hand as large as his could easily fit around a neck, and I would bet everything I had that any girl that was lucky enough to catch his eye had a lot of rough sex. “Be sure you do,” he growled out, fingers clenching so tightly around my wrist the bones inside felt like snapping, “or whatever hell you’ve been through in your life will seem like a paradise once I’m through with you.”
I said nothing, and he let me go. My jaw ground as he walked out of my room, leaving me alone with Mike. The smile still stuck on my face, but it felt empty, fake, and that’s because it was. Roman didn’t know that I
wasn’t afraid of anything this life had to offer. Whatever fear I used to have of death or pain or misery, it was long gone now. I was nothing but a shell pretending to be human.
I would bring Carter back to him, because I knew he cared about him, in his own way. I would do what I could for this family, not because I owed it to them, but because I wanted to stick around for as long as possible.
Being a husk of a person was still more fun than being dead, but if death would knock at my door… I’d open it. I’d open it and welcome it with open arms. It was high past time I’d met my fate.
The room was horribly silent as I started to do my hair. The good thing about hairstyles from back then was the wonders of today’s hairspray. It looked so elegant and pretty, so at odds with the hairstyles from today.
I was in the process of loading up on the hair spray when someone else walked into my room. I thought it was Roman again, or maybe Sylvester to see how much longer I had until I was ready to go, but it was neither of them. It was actually Tony.
Tony, the guy who seemed to hardly fit in with the Lucianos. Tony, who was a bit shorter and thinner than the others, but who seemed kinder all around. His light brown hair was gelled to the side, his green eyes eating me up as he approached me with a smile on his face and dimples on his cheeks.
I couldn’t help but smile back. Might as well change my bedroom door to a revolving door at this rate, not that I minded. I liked having visitors, especially now. Now, when things were starting to get real. Real feelings, real missions, real consequences. I might not be afraid to die, but that didn’t mean Carter felt the same. I had the feeling no one else here had my proclivity towards death.
“You look stunning,” Tony said, coming toward me. I got up, set the can of hairspray down, and met him just in time for a hug. A little weird, because I didn’t know we were at the hugging stage—I hadn’t hugged any of the Luciano men, actually—but here we were.
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