Page 78 of My Pucking Crush

Messina’s mouth opens, and Daria taps his lips with a cock that hardened in seconds.

Wiping the wet, engorged tip across Messina’s lips, he growls, “Yeah, bitch.” Daria’s cock slides into his lover’s waiting mouth with a lusty groan while fisting Messina’s inky dark hair.

“You want a job? With us?” Daria asks, fuckingMessina’s mouth, his head thrown back.

I was not expectingthis. Or that it would turn me on to watch them. But as hard as my dick is, all I want is Max.

“You, Mr. Daria,” I clarify. “I want to work for Daria Enterprises, specifically.”

The four mafia kings of New York each run separate criminal organizations disguised as legitimate businesses. It’s Daria’s gambling halls that appeal to me. They’re underground and filled with other levels of security.

Messina’s hands curl around Daria’s curved ass, flexing as he gets off. Others stop to watch and run a hand across Daria’s slick back. But these guys don’t stray. They come here to be open about their sexuality, so no one talks shit about them behind their back.

If I work for them, I can live how I want. Spend my nights here at Club Dare, and no one will give a fuck who gets me off. I’ll never be able to have the man I want, so I might as well just fuck my life away with someone who also just wants sex.

“Jesus, fuck. Yes. You’ve been sucking my dick since college and it’s still so good,” Daria hisses. “Christ, I’m gonna come.”

I sit there, awkwardly watching as Daria pulls out and comes all over Messina’s waiting lips. Next, they’re kissing, and Daria is sitting in the man’s lap. Messina will fuck Daria next, sincehe’sthe top.

But they’re not gay. They’re bi. Married to the Mafia Queen of Manhattan. The house that rules both the Messina, Daria, and their other partners, the Byrne and Russo families. All four mafia bosses share Queen Rebecca Domenico.

I heard they’reallfucking each other at this point, but only Messina and Daria belong to this club.

“Are we done talking?” My heart and my underwearcan’t take much more. I need to steal their focus.

Daria faces me with a body glistening with sweat. “No. Keep talking.”

“Ivan Belova wants me dead.”

“Bringing that heat to my door?”

“He’s not found me. Not yet. But he’s close.” I stand and meet his eyes. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Your partner Giancarlo Byrne gave me a new identity when Belova tried to have me killed. He’ll confirm exactly who I am and what I can offer as far as services and loyalty.” And hopefully overlook the bounty on my head. “I’ve been a member here for three years. Lincoln Dare can vouch for me, too. I need a job in the shadows.” I straighten my back. “I have a younger sister, a cleaner. You can use her, too.”

Daria’s lips twitch. “Cleaner. Messina, do we need a cleaner?”

“Always.” He strokes Daria’s chest.

“I’mlethal with a gun, stealth against my prey, and ruthless with my fists. I obey orders and don’t ask questions.”

“And you have no problem with this?” He strokes his cock. “What I do with Messina? What we do with our wife? All four of us?”

“Not at all. Although, I stick to men.”

He studies with me with steady scrutiny. “Daniil Korolev, you say?”

“Da,” I answer in Russian.

Daria grins and turns to Messina. “I’d love some bratva blood working for us.”

“A sister, too.” Messina pulls down his leather pants and strokes his hard-on. “Finish up with this guy, so I can fuck you.”

“He cares about one thing. Fucking me.” Daria steps back. “I’ll speak to Giancarlo, and if he vouches for you,I’ll be in touch.”

I eye the path out of the VIP area to the sound of Daria and Messina’s moans as they begin fucking on the blue velvet sofa.

As I walk away, I think, I would love to curl up on Max’s bed at home and tell him what happened. The crawling. The leash. How Messina and Daria are open. How they’re also fucking the same womanandtwo other guys!

Max needs to know he’s not alone.

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