Page 25 of The Viper

“Our women are not to be ogled,” Ruben says in a clear and definite tone commanding respect. I still don’t know what’s happening. “You and Eliza are our women.”

I inhale deeply and hold a breath. Back up a second, buddy. Are you telling me we’re going to be shared between the three of you? Because if you are, that’s a hell to the no for me. I don’t dare speak the words though. But I think the confused and revolted look on my face screams volumes. Ruben chuckles and shakes his head to my unasked and silent question. “No,” he says. “We only share women who want to be shared.”

I lift my hand to stop him talking, but I still have a million questions. Fuck, what kind of haunted madness have I fallen into?

When Dominic returns, he’s wiping his hands with a pocket square. I look at his knuckles and see the faint bruising already forming. “Taken care of?” Adrian asks while watching me.

A shiver creeps through my body as I watch him shove the pocket square into his suit pants pocket. I blink several times as I piece it together. That poor waiter has been beaten because he looked at me. I feel sick to my stomach that I did that to him. No, I didn’t, Dominic did.

“You haven’t touched your dessert,” Dominic says as he sits to enjoy his.

I pick the spoon up, cut a small piece of the cake off and find myself staring at it as I push it around on the plate. He’s just undone everything that could’ve been.

“Sir, we’ll be turning around in a few moments,” the captain says to Ruben.

“Thank you.” Ruben flicks his hand dismissively and continues to finish his dessert.

I look around and find the tension has returned. Eliza has retracted back into herself, Adrian chain smokes while staring at me and my sister, and Dominic looks absolutely pleased with himself.

Well, at least I got to spend time with my sister. For that I’m thankful to Dominic. I too pull back and refuse to look him in the eyes. I’m done with him.

Chapter six

Dominic

“Marco,” I call. His heavy footsteps can be heard from across the house. He enters my office and waits for my words. “Tell Frank to get the car.”

“Sure.” He disappears and I stay seated, looking at the numbers from one of the clubs we own. There’s a discrepancy, and I need to go down to the club to check it out. “The car’s ready,” Marco says.

I stand from my desk and shrug into my suit jacket before heading out toward the front of the house. Marco holds the back door open and I slide into the car. Frank wordlessly drives down the long driveway and stops at the gates for them to open before he turns onto the road. “Where to, boss?” he asks.

“Heaven,” I say as I look out at the dark night sky. I lean on the elbow rest of the door and rub at my lower lip. I’m distracted by images of how beautiful my Rosa looked when I took her out on Ruben’s yacht two nights ago.

“Boss,” Frank calls, disrupting my images of Rosa. Have my thoughts been totally consumed by my Rosa the entire drive?

I blink several times and suck in a deep breath as Marco waits for me to exit the car. I slide out and button my jacket while looking at the line snaking down the street and everyone waiting to enter.

The bouncer holds the door open for me. “Mr. Sacco,” he says and gives me a nod.

The sound of the music intensifies and carries down the street when the door opens. I stroll in, flanked by Marco. “Adrian’s here,” Marco says as we head toward our private area.

“Mr. Sacco,” one of the girls says and smiles. She bats her eyelids at me, and tucks some hair behind her ear before continuing over to the bar.

“Mr. Sacco,” one of our men acknowledges as he holds the door open for me to head upstairs.

I take the steps two at a time and when I reach our private room, another one of my men is positioned outside the door. “Sir.” He holds the door open for Marco and I to enter.

Adrian is sitting on a sofa with his arms outstretched over the back of it. There’s a blonde bobbing up and down as she sucks him off. He looks over his shoulder and smirks. “Little brother,” he says. I sit on one of the other sofas and flick a look to the bartender waiting on my standing order. He immediately pours me a scotch and brings it over. Adrian fists the woman’s hair and slams her down on his cock further. “That’s it, take me deeper, slut.” I can hear her gagging.

“I need to look at the inventory and books.”

“Hang on,” he says as his hips buck up and he groans. “She’s nearly done, want her?” He glances at the slim blonde, then back to me.

This is something we’ve often done, shared a woman who enjoys being at our beck and call. But I’m in no mood to do so tonight. Actually, I’ve been in no mood to share anything with him for a while. “Not tonight,” I say as I sit back and swirl the liquid around in my glass.

“What a good slut you are.” He grips her head with both his hands and forcibly moves it up and down while his hips buck into her mouth. “Yeah, that’s it.” His eyes roll to the back of his head as he relaxes into the seat.

The chick lifts herself off his cock and wipes at the cum dripping out of her mouth. She’s wearing nothing more than a bra and panties, and her own juices are dripping down her leg. She looks over to me and smiles. “May I?” she asks as she looks toward my crotch.

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