Page 35 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

I can’t decide if that makes me weak—if I’m just begging to be hurt again.

But something in me can’t stop when it comes to them. I’m fucking addicted to the fire in each of them. I want them to consume me with their flames until there is nothing left of me but ashes so I can rise out like a phoenix and do it all over again.

Maybe that means I’m fucked up. Or maybe that is the chaos that makes us perfect for each other.

Exploring the one-story house, it’s fucking massive. The center features a large open space with a tall ceiling. Glass windows stretch to the top, offering an unobstructed view of the mountains on one side and open land on the other. On each side of the home are two long hallways with other rooms—bedrooms and bathrooms—that lead to a central courtyard with a firepit and chairs surrounding it.

In one of those chairs, Luca is sitting, slouched low. He has no shirt on, and his lean build looks sculpted from marble. The geometric tattoos on his forearms stand out against his pale skin. His dark jeans are open, pulled low.

Enzo is on his knees. His mouth is consuming Luca’s cock.

Up and down, he moves, his hand sliding along the length of Luca’s dick, his tongue working the tip as he hollows his cheeks, sucking my stepbrother.

Luca watches him, his usually blue eyes nearly black, pupils blown wide. His mouth is parted, and he’s breathing heavily with each descent Enzo makes down his length.

Luca thrusts his hips slightly, each movement making my pussy clench.

He raises one arm over his head, grabbing the chair behind him. His other hand fists Enzo’s hair, and his thrusts increase. Fuck, he’s getting closer to coming, and my cunt is dripping as I watch.

I slide my hand into my panties and swipe my arousal onto my finger, swirling it around my clit. My free hand grabs the window frame as I close my eyes, remembering how it feels to have Luca plunge into me.

When I open my eyes, my stomach drops—Luca is watching me. Enzo is still working him, still thrusting into him, still fisting his hair.

I remove my hand and back away, suddenly feeling like I’m intruding, like I don’t belong here watching their moment. But the ache between my legs is killing me. The moisture that rubs between my thighs as I walk needs resolution, or I might not be able to breathe again.

“Jax?” I call out, my voice more panicked than it should be.

“Peach?” He’s just ahead in the living room, and his face softens with relief when he sees me. “What is it?”

He starts to get up from the couch, but I push him back down and straddle him. I collide my mouth with his, fisting his shirt as my tongue invades him. His large hands grab my ass, squeezing hard and pulling me closer. He meets my fire with his own, but I need more.

“Fuck me, Jax.” I break from our kiss, panting. “Eat my pussy and fuck me until I can’t see anymore.”

“Get up here.” He lays down and pulls me until I’m sitting on his face. He rips my panties off with a tug, and one swipe of his tongue along my center has him growling, “Damn, baby, you’re so fucking wet.”

This sex god of a man does what he was put on this earth to do—he utterly consumes my pussy. He licks and thrusts his fingers into me until my legs are shaking. I’m humping his face, grinding against him as I shatter, my fingers tangling in his hair. My moans fill the house, but I can’t stop.

The ache is still there. “Please, Jax.”

“Shhh.” He moves behind me. “I’m going to take care of you, Peach.”

I’m still wearing his shirt, and he pulls it off me. I hear him unzip his pants. His free hand pinches my nipple, making me cry out in ecstasy. God, I need him now.

Jax pulls my hair back and thrusts into me with a single go. My cunt squeezes him, still pulsing from the orgasm he just gave me.

“Fu-u-uck, Peach, you’re perfect.”

He’s ruthless. Exactly what I need.

The power of his thrusts slams into me, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other mixing with my mewling.

“Open your eyes, baby. We have an audience.” He pulls back on my hair again, and I find Enzo and Luca standing in the open front door.

Enzo’s hand is frozen on the handle. Luca is a stone pillar with his hands at his sides. His shirt is draped over one shoulder, and the top button of his jeans is undone. The grooves of his pelvis that run beneath his waistband make me whimper, knowing what waits beneath.

My cunt suffocates Jax to the point he grunts and throws his head back. “Fuck, Delaney. Do you like to see them watching you?”

He lowers himself closer to my ear, his voice a low growl. “Did Enzo fuck you on his desk? Bend you over just like this and make you come on his cock?”

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