Page 66 of The Casella King

“Holy fuck!” she yells as she rests her head back next to mine. My fingers move inside her, massaging the exact place I know drives her insane, as my cock moves in and out of her. She feels so fucking tight, her ass suffocating my cock. Her arousal coating my fingers, dripping down to my balls, and it makes me harder as I listen to her losing her mind because of me.

If there’s one thing I love more than shedding blood, it’s watching Aries come undone by my doing. “It feels s-so good,” she moans, her chest heaving. “Please, don’t s-stop,” she pants.

“Tell me how much you love it,” I whisper into her ear as my fingers and my cock pump into her relentlessly. “Tell me how much you love being filled in every hole by me.”

“I-I…” she stutters as I feel her pussy clenching, pushing my fingers out of her, her loud moans rip through the air as my fingers rub her clit. “Fuck!” she yells as I feel her squirt all over my hand. I don’t give her any time to recover from her orgasm as I flip her over, kneeling behind her again. My fist clenches the hair on her crown as I pull up, bringing her ear to my mouth.

“I want to fill every inch of you with me.” I bite down on the side of her cheek. “I want you to know that I own every single part of you,” I whisper as I thrust into her ass harder, chasing my release.

Her mouth hangs open, and I force my fingers inside as I thrust into her, causing her breasts to bounce with each plunge. She pants as her hands grip the sheets. My hand snakes around her throat as I pull her up to me, both of us on our knees, her back plastered to my front.

“I don’t want to fuckingbreathewithout you,” I whisper as I thrust into her once more, an animalistic growl ripping through my throat as I release inside of her.

“Do you have it?” I question as I step out of my Porsche, walking over to Nico. We’ve spent the last couple of weeks searching for the birth certificate, and I can tell you right now it wasn’t the easiest thing to find. It was buried deep by those who wanted to hide this information to use it against us in the future, butno amount of power or money could hide it from me. Nico hands me an envelope, and I slide the paper out of it, reading the birth certificate in my hands. There is now no denying the confirmation that Nico and I have a brother.

“When do we tell her?” he asks as he lifts a cigarette up to his lips, lighting it.

“Right now.” I hold up the envelope. “This is concrete proof, but I need to hear it from her.”

The car drive is tense as my brother and I come to terms with the reality we’re about to face. Neither of us wants to bring this up, especially with our mother, but there’s no other choice because we don’t exclude family.

I step into the kitchen, watching as she slowly brings the wooden spoon to her mouth, tasting what she’s just cooked.

“Mama,” I say as I cross my arms whilst Nico leans against the bench. Her eyes find mine, and she smiles.

“Ezra, Nico, come taste.” She holds out the wooden spoon to Nico as he takes a slurp, nodding his head.

“Mama, we need to talk.” I say, watching as her eyes meet mine. I can’t tell if its realisation setting in, but her face immediately changes.

“Let’s all take a seat.” She turns the stove off and gestures to the lounge room, filled with a large plush leather couch. Nico takes a seat beside her, and I take my place on the other side. A silence fills the room as she looks from me to Nico. “Well?”

I sigh. “Is it true, Mama?”

“Is what true?” she questions.

“Do you have another son?” I feel her tense at my question as she purses her lips. I feel my jaw clench at her hesitation, and I just know in this moment that she’s confirmed it.

“It was a very long time ago.” Her brows pull in as her eyes focus on something in the distance. “I never meant for anyone to find out.”

Standing, I walk over to the other side of the room, running a hand through my hair. “Do you know what this means?” I ask.

I watch her glance at Nico and back to me. “What?”

“We have to find him, mama. We have to know if he knows anything about our world, about anything that can put a target on our backs,” I explain. “What if he was trained and groomed by the Brayfords or the Dixons?”

Her face goes white like she’s seen a ghost. “F-find him?”

“We have confirmation that he’s been living in Italy this entire time.” I watch as she swallows.

“They told me he died,” she whispers, tears beginning to well in her eyes. My eyes snap to Nico’s as he shakes his head.

“He’s alive, Mama,” he says as he comforts her.

“They told me my baby was born dead and took him away before I got a chance to hold him.” Tears fall over her cheeks as Nico brushes them away. My blood boils at the scene unfolding before me. They lied to her. Took her firstborn son to use in a game of chess like a fucking pawn.

“We will find him,” I assure her as Nico’s eyes meet with mine, a fury swirling inside them as he nods.

“What about Darcy?” she asks. “What are you going to do with her?”

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