Page 48 of Taking Over the Dark

Curling my fingers gently, I lightly tap on my G-spot, immediately sending the heat of desire down through my legs. Zamir is sucking Marcello like his life depends on it, and if the animalistic noises coming from Cello are any judgment of how good it feels, I’m truly missing out while being in this shower.

“Keep those moans and whimpers coming. They feed me,” I get out in between my own gasp of pleasure.

I can feel my core tightening. I’m trying to hold off my orgasm as long as I can, but my body is craving the release. I start to pump my fingers in and out, up and down slightly, hitting the spot I know will have me toppling over the cliff any second. The water has gone cooler, and the temperature difference compared to my hot, swollen pussy is what finally pushes me from the top.

“I’m co-coming,” I grit out as my core muscles seize up.

Coming down from my blissful post-orgasm high, I see all three of their heads moving at a sickening pace. “Come for me. Fill each other’s mouths, and don’t you dare swallow.”

One by one, they’re groaning out their orgasms and filling one another’s mouths.

I climb out of the shower, soaking wet but not giving two shits, and lay my head down in the middle of their summoning circle. Tilting my head back, holding my tongue out, I make my final request, “Give me it. Every last drop.”

And one by one, they let the cum drip into my waiting mouth, and once the salty mixture is down my throat, I praise, “Good boys.”

* CHXSE - Chase Atlantic

THIRTY-THREE

ZAMIR

Marcello has his reservations about Alex, and especially Arben, but my only goal is to show him that they’re the two people in my family that he can trust. Well, technically, Arben isn’t family, but he’s been around longer than some of my own blood family has lived to tell any tales.

Me

We need you in Vegas when we get back tonight.

I don’t give him any other context.

Alex

We’ll be there.

That is all he replies with… maybe I am blinded by being so close to them. Never believing that they would cross me. It’s always the ones you least expect, but I don’t know how I’ll take it if they stab me in the back after all this.

I really will have nothing left back home.

?*We’re pulling into the parking garage at our apartment building, and my body relaxes for the first time in forty-eight hours. It’s mid-afternoon, and we’re supposed to have practice tonight.

Nash must be thinking about the same thing I am because he asks, “Are you planning on going to practice tonight?”

“If you need me here with you, I’ll tell Coach I can’t be there,” I assure him. I don’t want him rushing back into anything.

“Actually, I think I want to go. I need to get back into my routine, and I’ve missed playing so fucking much.”

He didn’t want to stay for his dad’s funeral. Instead we came back to come down from the adrenaline and stress of what the past couple of days have been for all of us, especially him.

He killed his father.

I believe wholeheartedly that was closure for him, though. There was a lot of closure with finding out about his dad’s interference with his mother’s death and then discovering the true reasoning behind him and his sister being targeted as well.

And who am I to say how he needs to grieve this whole situation? If that’s by diving back into the sport he loves, then so be it.

When we returned to Dario’s that night, I called Noah into the room to figure out who I needed to pay off at the casinos his father owed money to—never wanting Nash to worry about it. And also not needing more people trying to come after us.

We’ve got too many people on us as it is.

Marcello is in the kitchen in the blink of an eye, whipping up something that smells way too good to be coming from that hot of a man. “I really might start calling you Daddy if you keep cooking like this.” The smirk that earns me over his shoulder has my stomach warming.

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