Page 124 of Where the Wicked Reign

“Ah!” Caterina cried, bouncing wildly.

Nico squeezed her breasts, making her scream at the overstimulation.

That was the least of it for her when he suddenly reached down between them and started flicking her clit. Fucking hard.

Her screams came uninterrupted then, flowing through all of us.

“Fuck,” I choked, feeling her ass clenching down around me like a fucking vise.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. Between her and Julian, they had me, and I came with a bellow.

I pulled out, staggered back, and then Julian was on me, shoving me down to the floor and licking up the taste of her ass all over my condom-covered cock.

I looked out in a boneless blissed-out state to see Nico ripping her off his cock, shoving her face down on the couch, then slamming back inside her, fucking her like an animal into the cushions and making her squeal with his every punishing thrust until she was shuddering skewered on his shaft over and over again, leaking all over herself and coming again and again.

He ripped his cock free from her suddenly, then pulled off his condom, and shot his cum all over her back and even spewed some inside her ass.

“Holy shit,” she choked when he pulled from her and she collapsed onto her stomach on the couch.

He grinned and sat down beside her, throwing his head back and stroking her legs soothingly.

Julian pulled from me, finished with his little torture of my twitching cock and sank onto the coffee table, while I remained on the floor trying to come down from all the insanity.

Caterina looked out at the three of us.

And the broad, satiated smile on her face said it all.

What had just gone down had transcended everything.

And I’d never experienced anything quite like it.

Out. Of. This. Fucking. World.

23

~Julian~

Last night had taken the four of us out.

Like, knocked us out cold.

When I’d woken up, it had been several hours later, around six in the morning.

I’d found myself still on the couch and wrapped around Cat, with one of her fluffy throws over us and actually tucking us in.

Nico had been smoking out on the balcony and having his morning espresso with his phone to his ear as he’d been conversing with his soldiers concerning Marchetti Syndicate business.

And Milo had just stepped out of the shower, all refreshed and smelling like Cat’s other smell—outside of her Chanel perfume—of citrus like she had that night after she’d come toNocturne.

Now he was in Cat’s kitchen doing hell knew what.

We were supposed to be strategizing for what was coming, but Nico was on the phone again, dealing with a situation with the Marchetti drug operations. I didn’t know what the details were, because he hadn’t spoken to them yet, but judging from him pacing up and down while he flicked his Zippo on and off, it wasn’t good in the least.

So, while we were waiting, Cat and I were discussing the business proposal I’d made to her last night, with her currently in the process of reviewing what I’d put together. I’d sent it through to her email from my phone shortly after I’d woken up and she was sitting beside me on the couch with her laptop resting on her knees as she pored over it.

“This is solid,” she finally spoke, looking up. “The hotel will cater to a clientele that is broad enough to attract a wide base for the nightclub, something that will be key to its longevity and viability. It’s a breakaway from yourOpulent Grandhotel chain, not just catering to the wealthy, nor being so exclusive. Again, it bodes well for the club itselfandalso opening up the entertainment aspect even beyond that. There’s space to build on once the hotel and the club become established. But not doing it all at once will leave us with a lot of useless real estate that we could make a loss on if we don’t have at least an eighty percent occupancy rate for at least three quarters of the month. It would be more beneficial and actually even less of a risk to launch it all at once. Also, with that, we’d be offering a unique destination and all-inclusive service, something that we could work wonders with marketing-wise.”

I smiled at her on-point review. “I agree on all points.”

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