Page 25 of Boardwalk Kings

Page List


Font:  

I glanced over at Nico.

He shrugged. "You should have listened to me,passerotta."

Thankfully, my dad and Salvatore were fully engaged in a conversation with Stefan and Dante. They spoke about Lucky's, the strip club Stefan managed, and the casino.

Each of the brothers had a different business. Dante ran the hotel and casino. Nico handled the legal side of things. Angelo oversaw the operation of the brothel called The Monella Club.

I never thought I'd work for the Mafia or have two brothers prying my legs apart and touching me.

New experiences.

New Ava.

Why do I like it?

Knowing we could get caught at any moment gave me a high unlike anything I had ever experienced.

When the waitress and a few servers brought out the antipasto, I thought I would get a reprieve from this slow fucking torture. But Nico and Angelo didn't make a move to the food. Everyone at the table ate and drank while they teased me.

I needed something to take my mind off them, so I grabbed two slices of bruschetta with prosciutto, ricotta, and arugula and added them to my plate.

Salvatore's gaze drifted between Nico and Angelo, throwing out his hand. "Mangiare."

"We're eating, Papa." Angelo groaned and stuffed a piece of crusty bread into his mouth. "Calm down," he muttered between bites. "Fanculo."

Nico obeyed his father and filled his plate with one of everything from the antipasto platter. Seeing them go from dominant assholes to daddy's boys was funny. They listened to their father without question. Even if they weren't hungry, they probably would have eaten to please him.

They ate quickly, which got their dad off their backs. I had one minute to eat before Angelo peeled the leather to the side for better access.

The psycho dragged the knife's handle up to my aching core. My heart beat so fast it was ready to explode in my chest. I couldn't wear underwear with this dress. Something Angelo learned when he rubbed the knife between my folds.

His brown eyes lit up, and he pumped the cold metal inside me. I yelped from the overwhelming sensation and gripped the table's edge, biting my lip as I looked at Dante.

Dante leaned his head back against the bench and sipped from the glass in his hand. He held onto me with laser focus the entire time Angelo teased me.

Angelo bent his head down. "You gonna cum for us?" His tongue ring flicked my earlobe as he massaged my wet slit. "Huh, college girl?"

He set the knife on the bench between my thighs, then he slammed two fingers into my wetness, filling me up. It felt so fucking good, I whimpered.

Nico slid his hand higher, then pushed his finger beside Angelo's. But he didn't stop there. Seeing this as a green light, Nico rolled his thumb over my clit. The two of them worked together to make me unravel in front of an audience.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered, forced to cover my mouth with my hand.

"Sing for us,passerotta," Nico said in my ear. "Spread those wings."

Angelo got more aggressive with each thrust, and my legs trembled so much that Nico had to hold me down. While Nico rubbed my clit, they continued to finger me. Dante kept our parents occupied. Stefan also added to the conversation, taking any attention from me.

Maybe they were doing it for their brothers. Or maybe they wanted to watch me come for them. Because even though Dante and Stefan weren't touching me, it sure felt like they were all part of this sick and twisted mind-fuck.

"I'm glad you're getting along with my sons," Salvatore said as I hit the peak of my climax.

I turned my head to the side, biting my lip. "Yes. Uh-huh. Me, too."

He sipped amber liquid from the highball glass. "The five of you will work closely."

"Yes, yes." I pressed my lips together to stifle a moan, my eyes slamming shut as they filled me up. "I'm excited to—" A soft moan squeaked out of me. "Start work—" I accidentally slammed my hand on the table, breathing through my nose. "On Monday."

The dishes in front of me rattled. And I was so sure everyone could hear their fingers moving in and out of me, so damn fast my juices dripped onto the bench. I was so fucking wet, coating their fingers with my cum.


Tags: Jillian Frost Erotic