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“I know man, and I love you, bro. I wouldn’t have made it this far in life without you by my side. We’ll be alright.

Chapter 19

Crew

Vale doesn’t really know how messed up I am. He has no clue because there are things that I haven’t told him. If I’m being honest with myself, it wasn’t just to protect him. I never wanted my brother to think I was a weak piece of shit. He doesn’t understand how much of a distraction all of the girls that I've fucked with have been. They didn’t keep the demons at bay. They just helped to satiate them and feed that need deep in my marrow. He doesn’t know just how deep into the “family business” I’ve burrowed myself.

When I lost Dahlia, I lost part of my humanity, my reason to actually give a shit. Maybe it’s time for me to let all of my demons out of the closet. But I’m scared that if I open Pandora's box, I’ll never be able to close it. He doesn’t know how much blood I have on my hands. He knows that our uncle Lorenzo, our mom’s brother, is the Capo of the Cosa Nostra. He just doesn’t know that I’m his enforcer. Once my dirty little secret comes out, it’ll ruin lives. But the only lives I’m worried about are those of Vale and Dahlia. Our dad doesn’t have a clue about my extracurricular activities; at least I don’t think he does.

This will end up being just another thing that I've ruined. I’m good at ruining and breaking things that aren’t meant to be broken. I guess these are thoughts for another day. I can’t deal with this shit right now.

“Are you alright, Crew? It seems like you’re in another world,” Dahlia says as she kisses my cheek. If only this girl knew how much I really loved her.

“I’m alright. Why don’t we go relax and watch some TV? "Grabbing her hand, I pull her into the living room. We sit down on the couch, and Vale comes over, sitting our drinks and snacks on the coffee table before plopping down on the other side of Dahlia. She picks some chick flick, but I’m in my own little world. My brain is working a mile a minute trying to figure out how things got so messed up.

We lounge on the couch for the day, only getting up to use the restroom or for drinks and snacks. We end up making pizza for dinner. Once all the dishes are done, Dahlia heads to the restroom.

“Let’s have some fun with our girl tonight. Candles, ice, pain, and pleasure—let's do it all before we have to face reality and head back home.” home, he says, and my blackened heart aches.

“Yeah, brother, I like the way that you think. Let’s show our girl just how depraved we are. Make up for all the shit we missed out on. Why don’t you go ahead and get everything set up, and I’ll meet you in there,” smirking at him. Maybe my demons can come out to play just a bit. After all, our girl can handle it.

“See you in the room. Bring a cup of ice,” he says with a laugh. Fuck, this night just got even better.

Chapter 20

Dahlia

“Lay back on the bed and get comfortable, Little Lemon. We’re about to have some fun.” Vale’s lust is evident in his tone. Looking over to the right, I see that Crew has lit a candle, and there’s a cup of ice sitting next to it on the nightstand. I'm not sure what they plan on doing with that, but arousal is already pooling in my core, and anticipation is palpable. The urge to clench my thighs together is driving me wild, and I’m about to do it when suddenly both of my legs are captured by two sets of hands and my ankles are secured to the bed posts. A gasp leaves my lips, and I hum my approval. Fingers trail down my legs, eliciting goosebumps in their wake.

“We’re going to take your body to heights that it’s never been before, Dahlia.” Crew grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “You’re going to be our perfect little cum slut and do exactly what we say when we say it. You don’t get to cum until we tell you to. Do you understand?” Crew asks with a heated look, his lust clearly visible in his searing gaze. I can already tell that his cock is hard because his bulge is straining against the zipper of his pants.

“Yes, I understand,” I say breathlessly as I nod at both of them. I am practically salivating at this point.

“We’re going to put a blindfold on you and tie your wrists to the bed. You don’t have to do anything, Little Lemon. Just lay there and let us take care of this pretty pink pussy. We can see that you’re already dripping wet for us. We can smell your arousal."

Vale leans over and growls in my ear as he licks up the side of my neck. Fuck my life. There has never been a time in my life that I’ve been more turned on than I am now. Slowly, both of the guys move to take a side of the bed, and I hear the sound of a belt buckle clinking. They are taking off their clothes. I hear the swish of fabric as both guys lose their shirts, and fuck my life, their bodies are that of a god. They are so damn sexy, their muscles flexing with their movements.

Pants are the next to go, and then they’re standing there in boxers. I’m about ready to cum just from looking at them. I can’t take my eyes off their bodies. Both boys move; Crew is on my right and Vale is on the left. Both of them are in sync with one another. They begin to lightly trail their fingertips from the top of my arms down to my wrists. They do this a few times before I see what appears to be black silk in both of their hands. Vale, more gentle than Crew, takes my wrist and ties it to one of the headboard posts, while Crew does the same on the opposite side. Vale pulls out a black silk blindfold and slips it over my head, covering my eyes.

Instantly, I feel the bed dip, and they are gone, but the next moment, I feel the bed dip again. At this point, all of my senses are extremely heightened. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but I’m really fucking nervous, so nervous that my body is shaking. Chills break out all along my body. I feel hands softly trailing over my legs trying to get me to relax. “Calm down, my pretty little slut. We’ll take good care of you.” Fuck, I knew it was Crew.

Warm, wet heat sears my skin, trailing from my breastbone down to the top of my pussy, and flames erupt in my veins. Fingers brush along my inner thigh, so close to my aching core, so close to where I need them the most. The sensation has me squeezing my eyes closed behind the blindfold covering my eyes and inhaling a deep breath. They are trying to torment me. Those same fingers trail up my wet slit, spreading my engorged pussy lips open. One, two, three flicks to my clit, and a deep guttural moan tears from my slightly parted lips. Another set of fingers travels up my torso towards my heavy breasts, but this sensation is different from the last. Ice swirls around my left nipple, causing it to pucker into a tight little bud, the ice cooling my sweat-slicked skin. In the next moment, the heat of a warm wet mouth is replacing the ice. “That feels so fucking good,” I say, moaning their names, gripping the material that binds my wrists to the bed posts.

Chuckles surround me. “You like that, don’t you, my pretty little whore.” Not responding to his words, I just moan and writhe on the bed hoping they will continue. I feel that same searing pain again. This time it’s poured from my right nipple, setting it on fire, and up to my neck. The heat pools in the small space of sensitive skin at the base of my throat. Their hands are everywhere rubbing the wax all over my body and the heat feels so good. It wouldn’t take much to send me careening over that edge to euphoria. This perfection is making my pussy throb uncontrollably.

The hot and cold sensations are driving me insane. Ice trails down my stomach, straight to my aching clit. Whoever this is, probably Vale is moving it around in slow, tight circles. A warm, wet tongue licks me from hole to hole, while the ice still circles that bundle of nerves, keeping the orgasm at bay. “Don’t fucking tease me,” I scream out. And again, they both chuckle, fuckers!

I feel the bed dip, and someone climbs between my legs. The next thing I know, there’s a cold mouth on my clit. He sucks and licks, and nibbles, driving me wild. Two fingers thrust into my pussy, working simultaneously with whoever is sucking my clit like a madman.

“You like that, don’t you, you dirty little girl?" I moan as a hand glides up my stomach, goosebumps littering my skin. They tweak and twist my nipple. The pain shoots straight to my core, which is still being assaulted with ice and that delicious mouth. The fingers that are fucking my pussy find that sweet spot deep inside that I can never seem to reach. My lower belly clenches, telling me that my orgasm is fast approaching.

“Our dirty girl wants to cum, brother. Should we let her?” Crew says to Vale. I’m so fucking close, I can taste it. The only response he gets is a growled “No,” from Vale, and instantly those thick fingers are gone.

“Please, please just let me cum.” At this point, I’ll do anything to get the release that I so desperately need.

“You’ll cum when we let you,” Vale says as he lifts his head.

“Let me taste that sweet pussy brother,” Crew says. And the bed shifts again with their weight. His warm tongue licks up my slit, and then he dives in, groaning and eating my cunt like a starved man. He knows what he’s doing, and if he keeps that up, it won’t be long before I’m coming all over his face.

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