Page 13 of Taking Over the Dark

Marcello is leaning back in the office chair with his feet propped up on the oversized oak desk. Vin leans back in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, watching Kev and Jack through his phone screen, recording.

“Leave him just like he is, and I want him coming down his legs without you touching his pathetic cock,” Marcello instructs from his seat, causing Kev to nod. I should be a lot more embarrassed than I am at the fact that I’m having to hold my gun in my lap to hide my raging boner.

And no matter how much Mr. Port Director wants to act like he isn’t enjoying this show, his cock is giving him away, dripping pre-cum onto the floor. I don’t know one person who wouldn’t react the same way. He’s getting exactly what he paid for, adding the little audience free of charge. Hell, he could even like the fear Marcello’s inducing.

Kev pulls the remote out to what I’m guessing is the plug in Jack’s ass and clicks the button. Jack jumps, not expecting the toy to buzz to life, letting out the most feral moan. Kev responds to the moan, “A pathetic moan, coming from a pathetic fuckdoll.” I’m not able to resist any longer; I start rubbing the butt of my gun against my cock.

?*Cello’s eyes aren’t on Jack and Kev like I figured they would be. Those usual icy pools have darkened, pupils blown wide, and pure desire lacing them. And they’re not leaving my body. Iwatch as they roam up and down me shamelessly. His lower lip is pulled between his teeth as he watches me rubbing my cock through my pants. Those eerie eyes of his trace up my stomach and chest, before locking gazes with one another once he’s finally finished ogling.

Marcello was the one I was worried about the most when it came to sharing Ellie… but he took it in stride. He could’ve never denied how happy she was when Nash and I were around. And now he looks like he wants to eat me alive.

I swallow the guilt from doing anything besides ripping this city to shreds, trying to find them every second of every day. And that’s precisely what we’ve been doing, but nothing has come of it. The need to release some of this steam is eating me from the inside out, and I know Marcello’s suffering just as bad from me barging in on his play time earlier… we’ll both be utterly worthless with all this sexual frustration.

His hand comes into view, and he waves two fingers, motioning me to come to him as he scoots back from the desk. I stand, tucking my Glock into the back of my pants, but as I take a step toward Marcello, he commands, “Ah ah ah. Crawl to me,Uccisore.” My knees practically buckle at the rate I fall to them.

As I’m crawling across the floor of this way-too-big office, I know there should be shame coursing through me… but there’s not an ounce in sight. Cocking my hips out with each exaggerated forward drag of my legs, my cropped T-shirt rides up my stomach and, in turn, exposes my back, which I know looks so good from his view.

I’m entranced, watching Marcello’s tongue dart out to wet his plump bottom lip. “Crawl under the front of the desk.” I look to see what the hell Vin thinks about this, as I’m passing in front of his chair, but he’s too focused on filming the tied-up port director, not wanting to miss a thing. I’m sure seeing people on their hands and knees in Sins is a daily occurrence. “Eyeson me,Uccisore,” Marcello barks out as I make it to the front of the desk. Crawling under and looking up, I am immediately met with Marcello’s cock in front of my face, painfully straining behind his zipper.

With my most doe-eyed expression trained on Marcello above me, I purr, “Yes, Daddy.”

The pain in my scalp from his fingers gripping my curls is searing, but I love it. I’m hissing out in pain while smiling up at him, knowing this is only feeding the monster that is Marcello Barone.

I want that monster to consume me.

He easily turns my head to the side by my hair and growls, “This mouth is going to be the death of me.”

Sitting back on my heels in between Marcello’s thick, long, spread-out legs, I ask, “May I?” I don’t know what he’s done with men before, if anything at all… but since there are only men in this room right now, and he’s sporting this erection, I think it’s fair to say he finds at least one of us attractive.

He gives me a curt nod in response, so I start slow, dragging both hands up the back of his calves. I go through that motion up and down a few times, then move my hands to the front of his knees. Looking up into his eyes for any sign of him not wanting to do this—I don’t find any. I scoot both hands to the inner sides of his thighs, appreciating the way his breath hitches when I start moving toward his cock.

My right hand finds his swollen, pant-covered head, rubbing back and forth over it slightly, knowing it’s sensitive, before palming him whole to massage some more. Finally, he can’t hold back his commands. “Get it out, Prifti.Since you so rudely interrupted my play time earlier…” Fuck I love it when he calls me by my last name.

I reach up and unbutton his pants. He lifts his ass off the seat, and I pull them down just enough to spring his cock free.

Fuck. Yes. I forgot he’s pierced. And not just once like I am. Cello here is a true psycho. He had seven needles shoved through the underside of his cock, but who am I to judge? I was dumb enough to do one.

I run my finger down the underside of his cock from tip to base. Palming his heavy balls in my hand for a moment, rolling them between my fingers. “Suck my cock, whore.” Quicker than I ever have, I grab the base of him, spit on his cock, wetting my hand and soaking his whole length. Pumping my fist up and down, I suck his head into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks out while running my tongue around his thick tip and that first piercing that’s right below it.

I almost forgot we aren’t alone in this office, but it sounds like Jack is getting fucked exactly like he wants. Then Kevin starts speaking, “Your wife won’t fuck you, will she? I will, though. Made you my useless little fucktoy.”

The moan that leaves me from his words is slightly embarrassing… and hopefully, Cello thinks it’s from me sucking him off.

He doesn’t fall for it.

He has both of his hands bracketing the sides of my face, then asks, “You want to moan from another man’s words?”

I shake my head back and forth as much as I can. But that spurs him on. “I’m going to bruise this throat.” He gives me a few practice thrusts, and I finally touch my chin to his balls without feeling like I’m going to gag. “Hold on, and tap me if you can’t take it.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “But my pretty whore can always take it.”

Before I can swoon over being his “pretty whore” he’s mercilessly pounding into the back of my throat. My bottom teeth clinking over the barbells that line the bottom of his cock. His hips are hammering up, and I reach around grabbing both of his ass cheeks in appreciation.

That low hum I think is what pulls him over the edge. “Fuck I’m gonna come.” I look up at him, completely giving myself over to him to use, then swallow around his head, and he’s gritting his teeth. “I’m comi—take it. Take all of me.”

And I do—every last drop.

He flops back fully sated, head leaned back, resting on the chair.

I slowly stand, running my hands up his upper body. Leaning over his body, I hold onto the armrest of his chair. My lips hover over his as I soak his amber scent in. I need to see if this was to blow off steam for him or…

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