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“Oh, we’ll share him too, don’t you worry. We’ll need someone to fuck while you’re too pregnant to take us each night.” She gasps, no doubt shocked I’d speak so bluntly to her, and my hands apply pressure to her shoulders, shoving her to her knees. “Now, undo my belt and open your mouth. It’s time I fed youyourdessert.”

On the floor, perched on her knees, she stammers, “B-but,” she’s not as cool and confident as she was when we spied on her the other night with Matteo and Violet. This woman is used to being in control, but she’ll find none between me and Santino. We’re generous lovers, but we do the demanding, not the other way around. She glances at mio fratello. “Santino,” she begins, but he cuts her off, watching her intently as she’s utterly beautiful in a heap at our feet.

He shakes his head. “No. He’s right. You do as Luc says and suck him. Show mio fratello how stunning you look when that pussy is soaked.”

Her teeth sink into her lip as she stares up at me, and I easily read her. She’s wondering if this is a test and how she can pass. Does she suck me and get kicked to the curb for not remaining faithful to Santy, or does she fail by not sucking me, because we truly do share our partners? “Do as you’re told, naughty bambola,” I command and release one of her shoulders to flick at my belt. With deft fingers, I unhook it and pop the button to my trousers. “Pull my cock out.”

“Here?” She glances around, noticing the lack of privacy. We’re in the middle of the hallway down from the dining room where anyone could find us at any moment.

“The longer you procrastinate, the better off a chance of getting caught. Is that it? Youwantthem to find you here, on your knees in the hallway, servicing me after coming all over Santino’s mouth?” My words spark her into motion, quickly tugging my cock free, with one last glance over her shoulder at mio fratello for his permission.

He storms forward, his hand moving to the back of her head, and he shoves her face close to my cock. Leaning in, he lowly growls the order, “I said suck his cock, or it’ll be the last time you come as hard as you did in the bathroom, capisci?”

This is a test. She’s right to question it. If she can’t be with us both, she’ll never do, and I’ll have to kill her to save Santino from future misery.

Her mouth distracts me from my troubling thoughts as her lips surround my length, her wet, slick tongue running along theunderside of my cock. Drawing in a swift breath, my head falls lower, eyes glazed as passion spikes through my blood. She bobs eagerly, working me like a pro.

Mischa knows how to suck a cock; I’ll give her that.

She points her tongue, drawing on the tip of my length, and I momentarily see stars.Can she deep throat, though?With the thought in mind, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck while simultaneously thrusting forward. My cock slides down her throat, her eyes bugging out as she begins to choke on my fat cock. She attempts to swallow, and it’s my undoing. I’m not generally a three-minute type of man; I enjoy taking my time, but I don’t want to have to throat punch her father if he finds daddy’s little girl sucking fat cocks in the hallway and loses his mind over us debasing her before we exchange vows. Who knows if he’s privy to her sexual exploits, but something tells me he isn’t aware of much. She’s a grown woman, so no doubt he probably believes she has some experience, but I wouldn’t bet much. The way she sucks my cock tells me she’s not a shy, virginal bambola in the slightest. We’ll be able to have plenty of fun with her.

Loosening my hold, I allow her to draw back, sucking in a deep breath. Then, I thrust forward again, holding her to me as I come down the back of her throat. Her face changes colors as I grip her to me, not allowing her to draw in a breath while I ride out my pleasure at her expense. My knees go weak at the end of my orgasm, and thankfully, Santino is beside me to help hold me up. My lids part as I pull my spent cock free, swiping my finger along her lower lip to clean up my creamy mess. Pushing my cum-soaked finger into her mouth, I order, still dazed, “Clean it off.”She does as I command in between gasps to catch her breath. “You’ll do, I suppose.”

“Hm,” Santino hums, telling me in his own way that she’s more than passed the test in his opinion. We’ll see how she acts once we have them both and have fucked them together. I’d like to think they’re truly perfect for us, but the thought is almost too good to be true. I’m not losing my relationship with mio fratello to anyone, no matter how gold-tinged the pussy or ass may appear to be; I refuse.

I button my trousers and secure my belt, adjusting my clothes to once again look proper for the evening. We help Mischa to her feet and watch as she fixes herself again as well. Turning to head back to the dining room, we discover Rorik standing outside the doorway. He’s been watching us. For some reason, knowing he was right here witnessing us order Mischa to her knees only serves to turn me on further, making me hornier than I was a moment ago. I shouldn’t feel like a live wire after spilling myself moments before in the gorgeous woman’s mouth, but witnessing the heat in his gaze is like fire under my flesh.

“We’re going to finish our dinner,” Santino mutters, giving me the option to ask him to wait. He wraps an arm around his future bride, tugging her close into his strong embrace, and she practically glows in response. I nod, letting him know I’ll be fine on my own with Rorik.

Stepping right up to Rorik, we’re close enough that the tips of our shoes touch. I lean in until my nose nearly brushes his. He has remarkable eyes, especially up close; they’re the type you can get lost in if you look too long. “Does watching me get my cocksucked bother you?” I ask, daring him to throw a jealous fit. I could use a good fight along with an angry fuck right now; it’d help get this tightness in my chest to disappear. Ever since they arrived, I’ve had this heavy ball resting on my sternum, making it hard to breathe easily.

Rather than shy away and back down from me as I’d expect, he holds my stare. “No, as long as it’s me or Mischa doing the sucking,” he answers honestly and without prejudice. I’m not expecting it, but it’s a welcome response.

A smirk tilts my lips at the challenge. “And if it’s another?” I dare him to give me rules. I’ll defy them, as any Vendetti will, to test the waters.

Anger replaces the desire I’d seen swirling in his irises prior. “Then we’d have a problem.”

My lips split into a full-fledged smile. “Oh,prince, I’ll have so much fun breaking you in.”

Rather than argue, he brings his lips to mine, pausing a hair’s width away. His tongue flicks out, licking directly up the middle of my lips. It has me instantly hard for him again and takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to spin him around and make him mine right here. “I look forward to it,” he murmurs.

Goosebumps overtake my flesh becausecazzo, I want him. Badly.

My hand shoots up, clenching his jaw as I tilt his head back. My teeth sink into his chin; it’s so possessive that it has me ready to shove him away and storm off in anger.What the hell is wrong with me?Ever since I heard the words at dinner proclaiming him as mine, I’ve been in a frustrated daze. I’m confused because the thought of marriage makes me want to run away and live out my freedom. However, when it comes to knowing he’s mine, an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness washes over me, and suddenly, I can’t think of letting him go. Or imagine him with anyone other than me and Santino; it makes me want to cut the person’s flesh from their body at the mere thought of it.

Releasing my hold, I step back. “Make no mistake, Rorik, if I need my cock sucked, I won’t hesitate to tell you to choke on it.” With a huff, I grab his hand, threading our fingers together as I lead the way back to our seats. We have to get through dinner before we can work out all the details of our future with the Capo.

Chapter 5

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway. - Edgar Allan Poe

Rorik

The rest of dinneris fairly uneventful, aside from the many curious glances we receive from the various Vendetti members. Of course, they’re wondering what the hell is going on; who can blame them? Matteo Vendetti just dropped a massive bomb tonight on everyone, including me, announcing that not only will Mischa be marrying one of them, but I will as well.

It’s not how I saw my future going in the slightest.

I expected my father to eventually match me with a Russian woman with whom I’d have to figure out a way to produce an heir. I say “figure out” because women don’t do much for me; they never have. Sure, they’re beautiful, and I’ve experimented several times just to make sure I wasn’t fooling myself, but, in the end, it became overwhelmingly clear I prefer men.

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