Page 28 of Taking Over the Dark

I growl like an animal at Nash’s antics with Anna, my lovely dentist. And I’m sure as hell not in the mood to deal with his joking while chunks of my teeth are lying on the ground, and my whole body is humming with pain.

This is worse than getting shot.

Anna has her bag up on the table and is gloved up, setting all her tools up right beside me. “Up on the table, big guy,” she says while tipping a vial over and pulling some of the contents out with a syringe and needle. She does that with a couple more syringes, watching as I promptly climb up onto the table. With the last syringe, she says, “Flip over for me, and pull down your pants, and let me have access to one of your glutes.”

I pull my brows together, silently questioning her, “Why do you need my ass cheek?”

“I’m sure you’re in pain… do you want some pain meds that will help for longer than the local anesthetic?”

I’m nodding before she even finishes her sentence. “Yes!”

“Give him something strong. I have some plans for him after you get done fixing his pretty teeth up,” Ellie spits her words as she stares into my soul, never even looking at Anna. All whileshe’s flopping her spoon back and forth between her thumb and pointer finger.

“Oh, this one’s strong, and he’ll be on a different planet, but also in no pain at all,” Anna responds, and the evil smile that finds Ellie’s lips has goosebumps littering my neck.

I pull my ass cheek out, and she wipes it down with an alcohol wipe, and the needle’s in before I know it. With it being through my muscles, I expected it to hit me fast… but not this fast. I’m barely able to get my pants back in place before I roll to my back and stare up at the extravagant chandelier above my kitchen table.

I’m in complete euphoria.

TWENTY-TWO

ZAMIR

The sweet dentist asks, “Do I even want to know what happened here?” She glances over her shoulder and looks at the mess Nash is cleaning up. “I told you, Barone, this mouth of yours would get you in trouble. I even told him these teeth were too pretty to knock out.”

I can tell Marcello’s already in another dimension after those pain meds. Anna starts to work on his teeth now, and the view of Ellie still sitting beside him eating away at her ice cream will forever be engraved in my head. The look on her face is puzzling. I can tell she wants to hate him and what he’s done, but at the same time, I can see the internal battle that she’s having because she knows how protective Marcello is. I don’t know Ellie’s other plans for Marcello, but I know one thing: she’s not done making that man suffer.

?*After cooking and forcing Ellie and Nash to eat some real food, we start towards the master bedroom. Marcello has one arm slung over my shoulder and the other over Nash’s as we walk him into his room. Ellie came in here half an hour ago after scarfing down her tacos Nash made to grab a quick shower with all of her products that she has missed so much—her words, not mine. I can only imagine how good it feels, and will feel, to be back here and sleeping in the bed she’s used to, andnot the sandy ground of a bunker.

As if my dick is trained to pay attention walking into any bedroom with these two by my side, it twitches, and I’m brought back to the cock cage that it’s currently in.

Then my eyes land on a naked Ellie standing at the bathroom counter, applying her skincare. I take the moment to appreciate the work of art her body truly is. Soft lines flow over her stomach, rounding her sides to her thighs and ass, emphasizing her feminine beauty and curves. But they don’t take away from the visible strength she carries in the muscles of her quads and arms; if anything, it all draws me to her more, ready to drop to my knees and beg for her to spare me a single glance. Hell, I’d be happy if she spit in my direction.

Her wet jet-black hair cascades over her shoulders and down to her mid-back. The details of the floral tattoo covering her arm catch in the light as she moves her arm to apply god knows what to her beautiful face. Looking at her bare body is not doing my caged cock any favors.

We carry a drowsy Marcello to the oversized circular chair with the high back, where he slumps down in it, unable to hold himself up. We start to undress him, planning on putting him straight to bed, but then I feel Ellie press into my back and whisper, “I want him completely bare, and strap his legs to each leg of the chair.”

I look at the chair again and then at Ellie, questioning how this will be possible with how far the legs are apart. She adds, “Figure it out. He doesn’t have to be comfortable. Fuck knows I wasn’t comfortable when I thought I was being stalked by a psycho.”

Nash speaks up, probably feeling braver that Marcello’s so out of it. His reaction time would be a lot better than Cello’s in his current state.“I think he fits the psycho bill,Mi Amor.”

I add to Ellie and Nash’s little side conversation, “Even I have a strong stomach but can’t sit right beside the dental work happening and still be eating ice cream like you were, Ellie. I think you may be the true psycho here.”

I can’t focus on tying Marcello up. My eyes freely roam Ellie’s body as she struts over to the California king that looks like it’s a full-sized bed compared to the size of this room. She slowly crawls towards the headboard. I turn back to the task at hand once she’s settled back against the many pillows and get to work undressing our man-child.

Before I know it, Nash has Marcello’s legs sprawled out, tied to each chair leg, and all Marcello’s doing is lying his head back, relaxing like the cuck-king he is. Finding out Marcello is so into watching really took me by surprise. I didn’t think his possessive ass would let anyone else besides himself touch Ellie, then he shocked the hell out of everyone by letting us fuck her while he sat and watched, completely enjoying it.

As I stand to my full height beside Nash, both looking down at this powerful man strapped to the chair, I’m aware this shouldn’t be doing what it is to me. We left his arms free just in case he wanted to touch himself, but I know Ellie won’t let him come any time soon. So, this will just be another way for her to torture him.

My cock is pressing against my dark-washed jeans, and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this cock cage.Coming is my top priority, but I don’t know where Ellie’s head is after what just went down in the kitchen. I grab myself, adjusting as much as I can, but that draws Nash’s attention right to my dick. Genuinely, I don’t know how I got these pants zipped back up over the cock cage, but I did. Ellie’s voice grabs our attention. “Take each other’s clothes off. Nice and slow.”

Nash grabs me by my neck, and I’m ready to melt for this man instantly. We hold one another’s gaze for a moment, and then he’s tracing that same hand that was holding my neck down my chest and over every muscle lining my stomach. Once he reaches the hem of my shirt, he slowly pulls it up my body. He tosses it onto Marcello, and for a second, I think he’s just going to leave it there, but then he grabs it, smashing it to his nose. Marcello inhales like my scent is the only thing that will keep him alive in this lifetime and hums in approval.

My cock is fighting this cage so fucking hard.

I pull Nash’s T-shirt off his upper body, and my hum of approval at Nash Hayden’s remarkable body matches that of Cello taking in my scent.

This ismyquarterback.

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