Page 2 of Sinister

Jesus fuck. Did she just moan our best friend's name? Ignoring the tightness in my balls and the sudden feeling of wanting to gut my best friend, I lick her exactly how she likes to be licked and she detonates around my fingers, groaning like I’m trying to suffocate her.

I play with her pussy as it pulsates around my fingers, her sweet release coating my mouth, until she comes down from her unconscious high. Removing my fingers, I wrap them around my cock and pump it slowly, playing with the head, wanting so badly to blow all over her perky tits.

Climbing up the bed, Monroe doesn’t even move an inch as the bed dips on either side of her. I prop her up with pillows and watch her carefully for any signs of waking. She lets out a little snore and I try not to laugh at her. Moving up so I’m straddling her over her waist, I press my hard cock against her mouth and run it along her lips.

With my free hand, I pinch her chin and open her mouth, sliding my cock inside. Holy mother of Jesus Christ, I nearly nut in her mouth instantly. I move ever so slightly, afraid I’ll blow my load, pushing in and pulling out of her warm mouth. I grip her hair with my free hand to hold her face still so I can fuck it without jolting her too much.

My balls tighten as my movements increase in pace and I know this is all sorts of fucking wrong, but I can’t stop myself from fucking her mouth. Watching as my cock slides between that perfect mouth of hers, those luscious lips wet from the build up of saliva she can’t swallow, I shudder as my need to cum intensifies.

She coughs and the feeling nearly tips me over, but I freeze, heart pounding in my chest, and wait for her to scream when she realizes what I’m doing. When she remains unconscious and I’m positive she won’t wake up, I slide out from between her lips and massage the head of my cock as I climb off the bed. Pulling her t-shirt back down and covering her with her blanket, I grab her boxers as a token and exit her room to slip back into mine ready to finish what I started.

Chapter three

Monroe

Throwing my work uniform and apron in my hamper, I climb into the shower and wash the smell of the restaurant off me. I always smell of cooking, even on nights I’m only out front collecting payments. When I turned sixteen, I convinced Papa V. to let me work so I felt less like a burden to them. He reluctantly agreed but it was on one condition, that I worked at one of his many Italian restaurants. He wanted to make sure I was always safe and I guess that was his way of feeling less like it was his fault that I was orphaned at such a young age.

I lather up my favorite Sol De Janiero body wash and rub the rich scent all over my body hoping to rid some of the smell of garlic from my skin. Next, I wash my waist length, dark brown hair and smother it in a mask before wrapping it high on top of my head to let the mask do its thing for the next hour.

Climbing out of the shower, I wrap a towel around me and retreat into my room. “Holy fuck! What are you doing in here? You scared the shit out of me.” I clutch my chest at the unexpected guest in my room.

“Waiting for your slow ass to hurry up and get out. What were you doing in there for so long, anyway?” Rome eyes me in suspicion as he stands there in baggy jeans and a plain black t-shirt that shows off all his muscles.

Rome could be mistaken for Sinisa’s twin with his black messy hair, dark brown eyes and killer smile. He’s all muscles and tattoos, but the similarities end with their looks. Where Sin is evil to the core, Rome has flickers of good in him that he only shows toward those he likes. He’s my best friend and soulmate. We’ve been inseparable since we could crawl, spending most weekends together when he isn’t busy with the other two, Chaser and Sin, doing work for their dads.

“Cleaning myself, something you wouldn’t understand.” I flip him the bird and make my way to the bed and sit my ass down so I’m not standing in the middle of my room with only a towel on.

Before I can move, Rome has launched himself into me and tackled me onto the bed, rubbing his armpit into my face. “I don’t smell, baby.”

Pushing at him with one hand and holding onto my towel with my other, I burst into fits of laughter. “Rome, stop. Stop. I can’t breathe.” My senses are flooded with his masculine scent, a mix of enigmatic neroli and deep black leather. He smells like my Rome.

“Tell me I don’t smell.” His full body weight pushes me into the bed and I try to ignore the fact that I’m naked under this towel. “Tell me.” He moves to look at me, his face close to mine.

The steady pounding of his heart beats in time with mine as a moment passes between us, a moment of uncertainty and hesitation. But it was there, behind his guarded eyes. A look I have glimpsed every so often lately when we’ve been alone. With each passing second my mind races with our pact and pulls me in deeper, threatening to make me do something stupid.

“Rome,” my soft voice quivers with his arousal pressing into me. His features tighten as he stares down at me, unsure of what we’re doing.

“Rome, you here, dude?” Sin’s voice echoes around us.

Rome jumps off me quicker than I can say go away to Sin but it’s too late, he’s already standing in the doorway glaring at Rome. He’s wearing gray sweats and his favorite t-shirt with some car on it. I swear he has it in every color.

Sinisa, my pain in the ass adoptive brother, is the definition of asshole. If you look it up in the dictionary, his face would be next to it. He’s tall, with broad shoulders, covered in tattoos and a sinister grin that gets all the girls throwing their panties at him, begging him to ruin them. And ruin them he does. I would never admit it out loud, but he is hot. Not the usual boy next door hot, but the you want him to pull your hair and rearrange your insides type of hot. He has the typical southern Italian looks, with his deep tanned skin, almost black hair and the darkest brown eyes to match his soul.

“Yeah, dude, just teasing Monroe that I don’t smell. Are we leaving already?” Rome’s attempt at covering up our innocent wrestling piques my interest.

“Leaving for where?” I sit up on the bed and adjust my towel, wrapping it tighter around me.

Sin lets out a frustrated snort. “We’re leaving for the airport. Didn’t you get the message?” He crosses his arms and pins me with an expectant glare.

“Some of us work and don’t have the luxury of playing on our phones all night.” I stand and pad across the room to retrieve my phone.

“I was playing with Katelyn. If you really wanted to know what I was doing.” Sin smirks.

“Please don’t update me on all your conquests. I don’t need that mental image.” I open my phone up and see a text from Mama V.

Sin steps further into the room and fist bumps Rome. “Are you jealous that I play with them and not you?”

“Fuck off, shit stain.”

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