Page 22 of Taking Over the Dark

“And that’s when you found us. Cut the dramatics,” Ellie says with a roll of her eyes.

“Right before we found my uncle sliced up, dead, laying in a pool of his blood,” he says like it was no big deal. “I’ve known I cared for the both of you for a while now, but when walking up on my dead uncle, the only thing I could think of was where you two were and was hoping to anyone listening that my father had left you two alone. I knew then and there that I had made the right choice, choosing Marcello and both of you.”

My nose starts to sting, and tears begin to pool in the corners of my eyes.

I’ve never had anyone choose me.

* Addicted - Saving Abel

* Make Me Feel - Elvis Drew

SEVENTEEN

MARCELLO

I fess up to Ellie, needing her to know the truth. Well, as much as I can own up to right now without her chopping my balls off and feeding them to me.

You know what? Those would make a marvelous gag…

?*“Since I’m already on the shit list, and this goes along with this conversation… You have a tracker in your arm, but since they had you in a Faraday cage, all the signals were blocked, so it was as good as useless.”

Ellie ignores what I just said as she walks over to my cabinet and rummages through it. I turn around to watch, and when I see she has the ball gag in her hand, I give her a feral grin and say, “Oh,Ragazza Dolce… If you wanted to be gagged, all you had to do was ask.”

She walks up to me, and before I even see it coming, she slaps me clean across the face. “Open your mouth, Barone. I’m sure Nash has enough energy to help me pry it open if you want to put up a fight.” The matching feral grin on her face has to be competing with mine.

I love her like this.

I don’t put up a fight, though. I open my mouth but add before I can’t, “Do I get tied up too?”

Ellie barks back as she pulls the gag around my face, clanking the ball on my teeth, “No. You’re going to find some self-control that you don’t seem to have normally.” She’s behind me, fastening the strap. “I wish this ball gag were a goddamn pool ball so I could knock your fucking teeth out with it.”

Ok, she’s pissed.

Zamir speaks up from his position held by the ropes. “Since we’re making confessions… in the stress of you both being gone, I sucked Marcello off.” Ellie tilts her head to the side, probably trying to figure out why he felt the need to tell them that, and I see a wicked gleam in Nash’s eyes.

“What do we do with them now?” Nash questions Ellie, and if my mouth weren’t stretched to the max, I would be smiling like a fool.

Her finger flies out, pointing at me as she narrows her eyes. “Go sit in that funky-looking chair and hold still, or I’ll tie you to it and leave you in here all night.” She looks harder at the leather chaise, and I see the moment she registers the built-in cuffs and latch points attached. “Oh goody, it already has everything I need on the chair. Sit and watch. Enjoy the show, Barone.”

Her using my last name should piss me off, but I love it. I think it’s really just knowing she’s pissed the hell off at me, and the only thing I want is to keep her this way. See how far I can push her before she finally snaps.

A psychologist would have a field day with me, that’s for certain.

Zamir breaks the silence. “Nash, Ellie… I’m so thankful my father didn’t hurt you two worse than he did.” He’s looking down at his dangling bare feet, adding, “I promise on everything, even my life, I had nothing to do with all of this and was as blindsided as all of you waking up in that supply closet.”

Ellie stalks up to Zamir’s dangling form and starts to trace her fingers across his waist, circling his whole body. I watch asshe does this a couple of times and see the struggle on Zamir’s face trying to keep the blood from rushing to his cock. Nash’s huge, broad body is standing in front of me. He pushes me back to lay on the chaise, and I even shock myself by not fighting him. Every fiber of my body wants to know what he has up his sleeve.

“Since my boyfriend already sucked you off, it’s only right that I get a taste too, right?” Nash pulls his brows up in question, and I don’t miss the way Zamir’s breath hitches at the mention of Nash calling him his boyfriend. Nash has given me subtle hints of interest in me, but I haven’t pushed him, knowing he would come to me once he’s ready.

You couldn’t wait until Ellie figured things out and came to you on her own now, could you?

Ellie instructs from across the room, “Nash, I want you teasing Marcello, and you, Zamir, tell your boyfriend how to suck your other boyfriend how he likes his cock sucked.” She’s still circling Zamir, and he’s watching her every move with rapt attention.

I look up at Nash and wait for instructions from him. Well, I guess we’re both waiting for the instructions from Zamir. They’re driving this situation, not me. I’m excited to sit back and relax this time around and very curious to see what he has in store for us. Plus, watching Ellie enjoy herself will always brighten up any day of mine.

Well, night, technically.

Nash and Zamir have practice tomorrow, and I’m going to need Nash resting as much as he can before, but Ineedto feel his lips wrapped around my cock a little more.

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