Page 57 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

Enzo smirks, clearly tempted to disobey, but he doesn’t. He knows who’s in charge tonight. When we reach the bedroom, he sets me down on the edge of the bed, his hands lingering on my hips. I lean in, nipping at his bottom lip. “Good boy,” I whisper, my voice low and full of promise.

“Fuck, Delaney,” he growls, his hands roaming my back as I arch into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. “I want to fuck your ass, angel.” His voice is rough, filled with longing as he grips my ass and squeezes.

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “Likewise.”

Enzo groans, his head rolling back as he looks at me, a mix of frustration and need in his eyes. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Me with a strap-on?” My smile is wicked, and his answering curse is delicious.

He falls back onto the bed, pulling me to straddle him. I grin, his hands run up my thighs as I lean over him. His erection teases my asscrack as I work my hips, torturing him. “Behave,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and he groans in frustration.

Jax whistles from behind us, his gaze locked on my ass. “God, why couldn’t I have been born with two dicks? Then I could fuck you both at once.”

Laughter bubbles out of me, lightening the intensity of the moment. “I love this pretty pussy,” Jax growls, his fingerrunning up my slit, making me shiver. “Now, go smother him with it, baby.”

Turning back to face Jax, I straddle Enzo’s face. He doesn’t wait—his tongue laps at me eagerly, and I cry out, my fingers threading into his hair. Jax positions between Enzo’s legs, lifting his hips and sliding inside him again with a low groan. The movement sends a ripple through Enzo’s body, his moans vibrating against my core.

“Kiss me,” Jax demands, his hand gripping my jaw. His lips claim mine in a firm but tender kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as Enzo’s tongue flicks over my clit. The dual sensations are almost too much, and I press harder against Enzo’s mouth, grinding against him.

“That’s it, baby,” Jax whispers against my lips. “Come for us. Let me see how beautiful you are when you drown him.”

The tension in my body snaps, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. I scream their names as the pleasure consumes me, my thighs tightening around Enzo’s head as he drinks me in.

As the aftershocks ripple through me, Jax adjusts Enzo’s hips, making room for me to slide down. “Now, ride his cock, Peach,” he commands, his voice low and rough. “Bounce that pretty pussy on him and let him fill you with his cum.”

I obey, straddling Enzo and sinking onto his waiting cock. He lets out a guttural moan, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I begin to move. “Holy shit, angel,” he breathes, his voice raw.

Jax watches intently, his hand sliding to my clit to circle it as I ride Enzo. My movements are frantic, the pleasure building again as I watch Jax’s dark eyes burn into mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jax whispers, his fingers working me expertly. “Fuck him harder. Make him lose control.”

I pick up the pace, my nails digging into Enzo’s chest as I take him deeper. His moans grow louder, his hands guiding mymovements as his climax builds. “I’m so close,” he pants, his voice shaking.

Jax leans down, his mouth brushing my ear. “Come with him, Peach. Let him feel you fall apart.”

The intensity of his words pushes me over the edge, my orgasm shattering through me as Enzo finds his release. He spills inside me with a roar, his body trembling beneath mine as I collapse toward Jax.

The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the scent of sex lingering in the air. As the last waves of pleasure fade, Jax pulls out of Enzo carefully, his hands gentle as he helps me slide off Enzo’s spent body.

Enzo wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as Jax joins us on the bed. The three of us lay tangled together, their hands soothing and grounding me as exhaustion takes over.

But even in this moment of calm, my thoughts drift to Luca. I need him. I want him here with us, not outside this room, alone. Jax notices the shift in my expression, his hand brushing my cheek as he leans in.

“He’ll come around, Peach,” Jax says softly, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

Enzo presses a kiss to my shoulder, his arms tightening around me. “Trust us, angel. He just needs time.”

I nod, swallowing down the ache in my chest. For now, I focus on the warmth of the men holding me, letting their touch chase away the lingering shadows.

Ishould have let Enzo rest more, but my vagina was especially ravenous. I woke him up with my mouth on his cock in the middle of the night, only to be thrown onto my back and pillaged by him. Then, this morning, I gave him gentle kisses and stroked his cock until he woke up with a sly smile.

He pulled me on top of him and whispered to me as I rode him—how much he missed me, how sorry he was that he left me, and how he wants me here, with them, every day. It healed something, mending a deep crack in my heart that he had inflicted before.

I leave Enzo asleep, lying on his stomach with one leg bent. He’s hugging the pillow I slept on, his face buried in it. Jax didn’t sleep with us. I think he wanted to give us some time alone—or maybe he didn’t want to leave Luca. Perhaps a bit of both.

In nothing but my birthday suit, I walk through the hall to my room for a pair of underwear, then head to Jax’s room and steal a new shirt.

The sounds of life float through the house as I head to the kitchen, where I find Jax and Luca sitting around the table witha pile of papers and folders. Jax is standing, leaning with one hand on the table and the other pointing to something in the pile in front of them. Luca is sitting, his laptop pushed to one side as he drinks a cup of coffee.

They both hear me coming, and Jax straightens, meeting me as I walk over.

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