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LEVIN

“Imissed you, Levy,” Celeste shrieked out as she threw herself into my arms.

I let out a grunt when pain shot through my guts and gave her a half-assed, one-armed hug.

Dom raised his brows but didn’t say anything.

I knew what he was thinking. Bianca. She’d told me she loved me when she’d thought I was dying. I’d wanted to shout it back at her. I hadn’t. I regretted it now because I had someone pressing her lips to mine who wasn’t my bumblebee.

Dom looked away and stared out the window of his car as I pushed Celeste away.

“Levy,” she whined with a pout.

“I was shot, Celeste,” I said. “I’m feeling like shit still, OK?”

It wasn’t entirely the truth. I felt loads better days ago, but Dom had made me stay behind, citing he needed me at a hundred percent in case shit went down soon. My rest and comfort were his top priority.

Honestly, it was nice having a break. I’d gotten to know Natalia and had heard about her love for my brother. At least, he left this world knowing what being in love felt like. And at least, she knew he loved her before the devil had stolen him away.

I’d heard about her sucking Dom’s cock in order to save Bianca. It boiled my blood to know Matteo was such a sick fuck.

I prayed for Matteo De Santis’s death as much as I prayed for my father’s, which was a fuck of a lot.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I can make you feel better.” Celeste’s hand slid to my zipper.

This deal wasn’t over yet. Tonight it would be. Then I’d have some sense of freedom.

I caught Dom’s gaze in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t read him though. Maybe he was telling me to stop her trek toward my cock or maybe he was telling me to go for it. I was still in this shit, so I let her pull my dick out.

I was still unsure about Bianca. She certainly hadn’t tried to reach out. That had to mean something.

Celeste’s warm mouth slurped along my dick. I swallowed a groan. She was doing a better job this time than she had the last dozen times she’d tried to suck my cock.

Fuck it.

I pushed up into her throat, making her gag. Dom smirked at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes still locked on mine. His wedding ring glinted in the moonlight. Lucky fucker.

I thrust up again while forcing Celeste’s head down on my cock. She choked and gagged as I suffocated her with my dick down her throat.

When she came off my dick for air, her face was red, and she was breathing hard.

“You done?” I asked innocently.

She couldn’t suck dick the way I wanted. It didn’t matter how hard she tried. She’d never be Bianca.

“You’re so rough. I don’t like it,” she complained, moving away from me.

Dom shook his head.

“What’s so funny, Dominic?” she asked, leaning forward. “I’ll suck yours if you want me to.”

“Really?” He turned to look at her over his shoulder. “You’d suck my dick for me? Right now?”

She nodded. “You can both fuck me if you want. I don’t care that you’re married.”

“You hear that, Levin? She wants us to fuck her, and she doesn’t care if I have a wife."

“I hear it.” I knew there was a catch. And I knew Dominic De Santis. Bianca was his whole world.

“Here’s the thing though,” Dom continued. “I don’t want your chewed-up pussy when I have a perfectly good one waiting for me in my bed right now.”

Celeste let out an indignant noise as she sat back in her seat, her arms folded over her chest.

“Seeley, control your whore,” he grunted, turning forward.

“I am not a whore, Dominic De Santis. I just heard the rumors you and Vincent share Bianca. I thought I’d offer myself up, then all three of you could share me.”

I scoffed and stared out the window. My dick was soft and back in my pants already.

“I speak for all of us when I say we really aren’t interested.” Dom opened the door as Vander Veer rolled up.

Our men got out of their cars behind him.

“That was fucked up,” I muttered at Celeste.

“I’m just trying to make you happy. You’re never happy. I figured if I offered myself to your friends, you’d want me.”

“You shouldn’t offer yourself to my friends. Especially Dom. He loves Bianca. She’s his wife. He’d sooner die than fuck you.”

“You’re mad.”

“I’m pissed,” I said, not bothering to elaborate.


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