by Ivy Fox
My breath hitches as hers become even more erratic, the pleasure the twins are giving her too much for Snow to contain. Their moans entwined with words of eternal love are beaming throughout the room, making the fist around my heart clench tighter with the song their bodies are singing.
Licking my lips, I step closer to the bed. Without breaking their lustful rhythm, I grab her long, platinum hair, wrapping it around my wrist to pull her head up, forcing her to look deep into my eyes. Her hooded, silver pools grow richer and needier as they gaze upon my molten gold.
“You look so fucking beautiful, little liar,” I rasp out hoarsely, going on my haunches, so we are only a breath apart.
“Rome,” she mewls, her eyes beginning to roll to the back of her head, now that her circle is finally complete.
“Nuh-uh. None of that, Snow,” I reprimand, tugging lightly at her hair and making her moan even louder with its delicious sting. “Look at me, baby,” I order, and just like the good girl that she is, her half-cast eyes lock with mine once again.
Her loud pants grow wilder as Ash bites into her shoulder blade, while Ollie sinks his nails into her hips, all three of us inches away from falling over the edge.
“Tell me how good you feel?” I provoke, knowing I’ll be the catalyst to their surrender.
“So good,” she whimpers.
“Are you close, baby? Are they fucking you as you deserve? Worshiping your body the way it was made for?”
Another loud wail leaves her puckered lips, while mine grow thirsty to have a taste of her. I place two fingers to her lower lip, opening her mouth to a full, and the insatiable girl that she is, peeks her tongue out, licking my digits until they are knuckles deep in her hot mouth. She sucks them off with the same devotion as she would my stiffened, throbbing cock, and unable to restrain myself any further, I pluck them away from her mouth, leaning in to steal a fevered, hungry kiss. My tongue wrestles with hers as her body begins to quiver and shake with her impending orgasm on the horizon.
I fuck her mouth with mine while the rest of her body is ravished by my brothers, and her waning control loses its fight as she explodes in our arms, shattering into a million beautiful pieces for us to put back together, and start all over again.
With the twins just as defeated, enjoying their own post-orgasmic daze, I grab my love by the waist, her limp legs wrapping themselves around me on their own accord.
“Come on, little liar. I’m going to need another shower because of you,” I say before spanking her ass.
“We’ll be there in fifteen,” Ash yells out, his arms flung wide on the bed.
“Make it fifty,” I yell back, before closing the bathroom door with my foot. “Who knew they were such greedy little assholes?” I joke with a chuckle.
“I knew.” The little vixen taunts with a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
“I bet you did.” I give her my shark-like grin as I place her feet on the floor, and turn on the showerhead above us, letting the water clean off our skin. “But the twins can wait. I want to fuck and enjoy you all to myself for a little while. Hear your moans calling out my name as I cum into that tight pussy of yours.”
“I think I have a better idea,” she hushes breathlessly, going to her knees, her gray eyes twinkling with mischief.
I weave my fingers into her wet hair as she swallows me whole into her succulent mouth. My mind goes blank while she uses her firm lips up and down my shaft, her tongue licking my cock ever so torturously. I feel her hands grip my butt cheeks, pulling me closer to take all of me in. Seeing Snow on her knees has me talking in tongues.
Fuck, but I love this girl!
She plays me like a fiddle, my body used for her pure entertainment, and I, for one, couldn’t be happier with the tune she’s playing. Her gag reflex is nonexistent, as I push all ten inches into her warmth, feeling like a king being crowned with his queen’s adoration.
Witnessing her thighs push together, trying to create some friction to ease her ache, I pull her by the hair and throw her perfectly sculpted body against the tile wall. Without a second to lose, my cock thrusts inside its rightful home, her hair still wrapped around my wrist as savagely I pound into her.
“I like my original idea a whole lot better, little liar,” I tease, as my hand finds her swollen clit, and I begin to toy with it while her cunt clenches furiously around my dick.
“Fuck,” she howls, and the little curse falling from her lips has my cock weeping with pleasure.
“I’ll never get enough of that dirty mouth. I love it when you lose control.”
“Baby, don’t stop! Fuck! Please, Rome! Don’t stop,” she pleads, her head leaning against my shoulder, her chest heaving with exertion.
“Never, little liar. I’ll never stop loving you.”
And with that vow reaching her ears, she bursts away, my name sung from her lips, just as the heavens intended. I cum brutishly hard, pounding through her orgasm until another one hits her, only for yet another to take its place.
Her body turns limp and boneless in my arms, unable to even stand up on her own. I turn her to face me, my grasp on her steadfast and sure. I then tilt her head back to look at the woman that has bewitched me so completely.
“I love you, little liar. I don’t think anyone has ever loved someone as much as I love you.”
With her eyes still drunk from her multiple orgasms, she leans her head onto my chest, hugging me with all her remaining strength.
“Ditto,” she hushes with a wide grin, making a loud chuckle rip through me.
With one word, she has my heart overflowing with happiness and love, my mind filled with memories of our early days, as well as all the ones still ahead of us.
Fuck, but do I ever love this girl!
“Seriously, if I have to wake up to one more of your groans, grunts, or moans, so goddamn early in the morning, I’m going to kill myself.” It’s the first thing my baby sister says when we walk through the dining room’s threshold. “We’re not back at the Hamptons, you know? There’s no ocean to muffle you guys out anymore. Gaaahd!” Elle continues, tearing her croissant into tiny pieces.
Snow’s face blushes profusely as she takes her seat next to an incensed Elle, and picks up the first things she sees on the breakfast table to hide her crimson cheeks.
“Sorry, but I’m not making any promises,” Ash retorts cockily, placing a kiss on our girl’s head while he fills her cup with orange juice to go with the muffin she’s eating. He then makes his way to his own seat across from them.
“Asshole,” Elle mumbles through gritted teeth.
“You know, I just thought of something. You can use the loft we have in Soho if it ever gets too much for you.”
Snow begins to choke and quickly picks up her glass to ease the muffin down.
“You bought the apartment? The one you told me about last year, back at the beach?” Snow asks Ollie once she’s composed herself enough to speak coherently.
“Of course we did. Some of us never lost faith.” Ollie winks over to Snow, making her blush turn a darker shade of red.
“If it’s empty, then why don’t you move there?” Elle asks, wondering what’s the catch.
“Too small, little sis. The apartment is good for three people, tops. And if you’re having trouble keeping count, we’re a four-person kind of deal. We need space or it will get a little crowded,” Ash explains, filling his plate to the brim with pancakes.
“Not from what I hear,” Elle snickers and then starts to shudder. “Ew! Seriously, there is something very wrong in having to hear your brothers and sister go at it. Like, I feel I’m going to be scarred for life or something.”
The twins laugh out loud in stitches over Elle’s revulsion, and I have to say, the only reason why I’m keeping it together is because Snow looks like she wants to shrink in her seat with embarrassment.
From the head of the table, I clear my throat, pretending to cough into my
fist to grab Elle’s attention. I then discreetly point out to the little rugrat, what her comments have managed to do to our Snow.
“Ah, shit on a stick! Honey, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s not you, I promise. It’s these big gorillas I can’t muffle out, no matter how hard I try. You and me are good, babe,” Elle coos, grabbing Snow’s hand in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
She then turns to the rest of the table, scolding us all with her scathing look, and retorts, “See what you made me do?!”
“Us? You’re the one with the big mouth!” Ash rebukes.
Both hotheads begin to castigate one another, while the rest of us sit back and watch them pull out all the punches.
“Enough. Enough, you two!” I yell out when I begin to fear they are two seconds away from starting a food fight with Henrietta’s awesome spread.
Once they’ve settled down, I start to ponder the alternative Ollie gave.
“Okay, give me a minute. I don’t like the idea of the little rugrat all on her own in Lower Manhattan, but she is seventeen now. She’s also the only one who actually passed her grade,” I begin, disappointed at Ollie and Ash for ditching school the whole time I was up at Rikers.
Not that I was upset about it because Ash was the reason behind my freedom, and Ollie was the reason this family didn’t fall apart while I was gone.
Snow, though, had a rockier reason for falling behind on her studies—with the kidney transplant, and me being locked up, the start of the year didn’t go smoothly for her. No one could really expect her to graduate, especially with Principal Green being such a dick. But his tune sure did change when I was cleared of all charges.
The whole sordid truth came out during Vivienne’s trial a few months back. Not only had her criminal exploits been uncovered, but also the ones committed by my father. The outside world might have been taken off guard, but none of the people sitting in this room were. Detective Gomez and Agent McCarthy did an excellent job filling us in with every detail they had.
Just like Craig West, our father played on Lawrence’s affections in the same way—blackmailing him to get what he wanted. With Craig, my father used Addison as leverage to extort money from him, which he needed to make people believe he had been left the Grayson fortune, the one he was trying to find a way to get his hands on it indefinitely.
With Lawrence, however, my father used Henrietta and Carmen as leverage for him to do his dirty work, threatening their deportation back to Brazil if he didn’t fall in line. He was never made aware that my mother secured U.S. citizenship for both women, making Lawrence fall for the blackmail like a fool, especially since he seemed to harbor such strong feelings for Henrietta.
He never fell out of love with her, even when she broke their relationship off after he was so cold about Carmen’s arrival at our house. If only Avó knew that Lawrence’s reasons behind such a poor welcome, was because he knew that, sooner or later, the Judge would eventually be bored with my mother’s suffering, and move his predatory claws to Carmen—an innocent eighteen-year-old who just wanted her family and a home.
Like the bitch that she is, Vivienne didn’t go down without putting on her best performance. Since it was now public knowledge that my father was a rapist scum, preying on girls young enough to be his daughter, she shocked everyone with her tales of growing up in Hell’s Kitchen and the abuse she suffered under Malcolm Popovich’s tutorage.
She described how, at the tender age of thirteen, the twenty-year-old predator had defiled and robbed her of her innocence, later to mold Vivienne into the woman she is today. She played the victim card to perfection, saying she had been conditioned to do everything my father demanded, always fearing for her own life if she ever opposed him.
If I hadn’t had firsthand experience with what Vivienne is capable of doing all on her own, I might have believed her. Maybe to some extent, her words were true, and my father may have indeed molested, raped, and abused as she accused him.
But one thing is for sure, when my father was comatose, or even upon his death, Vivienne could have sought out help. She could have rectified so many wrongs, turned a new leaf, considering he was no longer in the picture. But that’s not what happened.
The judge might have been the one to push her into the dark, but the truth remains—she liked being there just as much as he did. They were corrupted souls, hell-bent on watching the world burn as they rose to power and prestige. They didn’t care who they hurt, or who they had to dispose of to get there. Nothing and no one mattered to them, which was ultimately their downfall.
A jury of her peers condemned her to a cage, the same one she had once wished for my life.
“Rome, you’re killing me here,” Elle complains, steering me away from my troubled reverie and back to the subject at hand.
“Right, okay, let me ponder on it for a few more days, but since your senior year is fast approaching, maybe we can do a trial run for the first semester to see how it goes. How does that sound?”
She squeals loudly, getting up from her chair and rushing to me.
“You are the best big brother ever!” she exclaims, hugging me so tightly I have to gasp out for air.
When she finally releases me, the bright smile cresting her lips lights me up from the inside. Even though she’s a woman now, she’s still my little rugrat. And I’d do just about anything to make her happy, even letting her live on her own in Soho.
Which reminds me.
“One condition, though. And I fucking mean it—no boys in that house alone with you. Am I making myself clear?”
“Crystal.” She continues to grin as she dances back to her seat.
“I thought this senior year would blow, but I guess I was wrong,” she says, laughing.
“Why would it blow?” Snow asks, curious.
“Hello?! I’m going to have to put up with these two assholes during senior year.” She points at the twins.
“Ouch, Elle. That hurts.” Ollie places his hands over his heart mockingly.
“Well, it should! It was supposed to be my year, but now I’ll have to share it with you two.”
“You’ll get to share it with me, too, you know?” Snow reminds her.
“And that is the only silver lining I thought I’d get out of you all, not graduating.” She nudges my girl in the shoulder playfully.
“I’ve got to be honest. I’m not looking forward to going back to Pembroke High. Not when that asshole Trevor is still roaming the halls. My gut tells me that it was him behind Snow’s poisoning last year. And after all the things Lace told me, I think we need to keep a close eye on that shit-for-brains, as well as you girls staying the fuck clear of him,” Ollie informs, pushing his black-framed glasses to the bridge of his nose.
“Trevor Manning doesn’t scare me,” Elle replies arrogantly.
“Well, he scares me, Elle. I think Ollie’s right. He’s dangerous, and after living with my mother for so long, who knows what new tricks he’s learned.”
I stretch my hand over to Snow, which she instantly takes, entwining her fingers with mine.
“If Trevor crosses a line, we’ll deal with him,” I assure her.
“You can count on it. We’ll deal with that piece of trash the Grayson’s way,” Ash reiterates, popping a piece of pancake in his mouth. “And if we need backup, we can always ask your boy-toys to give us a hand.” He winks over at Elle, and my alarm bells start ringing, not one bit happy with that statement.
“What boy-toys? What is Ash on about, Elle? Remember the rules! No boys in the apartment, or no deal. On second thought, maybe you shouldn’t move all the way to Soho. I mean, it’s thirty minutes from school and another ten from the manor—”
“Gaaahd! Don’t give yourself a coronary, Rome,” Elle interjects. “Ash is just pulling your chain. It’ll be fine. And anyway, aren’t you and Snow already late to do that thing?” she mumbles, checking the time on her phone.
; “Good save, lil’ sis,” Ash teases, but I get distracted when Snow starts getting up from her seat in haste, wiping her mouth on the linen napkin.
“Oh, damn it. Elle’s right. We have to go, Rome.”
“You sure you really want to do this, Snow?” Ollie questions protectively.
“Yes. It’ll be fine. We’ll be back in just a few hours,” she explains, going over to Ollie to give him a kiss goodbye, and then to Ash to do the same.
I get out of my seat, kiss the rugrat on her head, and throw a quick look over to the twins, reassuring them I’ll look after Snow the whole time.
When we get to our destination, I hear myself repeat the same question Ollie did just an hour ago, back at the manor.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Snow?” I’m not exactly thrilled to be here, and I sure as shit don’t want her to do anything that will cause her pain. “You said all you had to in her trial. You don’t have to do anything more than what you already have.”
She gives my hand a little squeeze, her gray eyes as bright as a fresh winter morning.
“I need to do this. Not for her, Rome. For me.”
I give her a tight nod, knowing that once she puts her mind into something, there’s nothing that can get in her way. Just like with my trial, Snow showed strength and perseverance in Vivienne’s, but while in mine she worked tirelessly in trying to find a way to get me out, on Vivienne’s she delivered the karma her mother deserved.
It was brutal, having to listen to the recording of my father trying to defile her. Worse still, was Snow’s own, painstaking testimony. Every time I think of it, I want to dig up my father’s bones and burn them to cinders. He was the monster that plagued our lives in one form or another. Even without us knowing each other, our two families were already linked, predestined to be in each other’s lives. But where hate, greed, and villainy once ruled, is now replaced with nothing but love.
