Melody fades to a distant memory and Laila fills the void in my black soul. I don’t deserve her. None of us do, but while we are still breathing I am bastard enough to take the gift of her body and maybe her heart and keep it for myself alongside my brothers.
We thought we needed to be financially stronger, have more territory, and have more respect to keep history from repeating itself. We have all those things now, but it’s not what she needs. Our woman needsusto be strong. Nothing else matters to her.
“When my brother fills your ass with your cock and I stretch your pussy with mine, you will know true pleasure.”
Wide glittering eyes turn on me. “Now it’s your turn, lover.”
* * *
Laila
Bastian places my feet on the ground and I have to cling to him or risk falling to my knees. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing. I’d clean my juices off his beautiful cock and then do the same to his brothers. But I have other plans.
I peer over my shoulder and smile at Con and Dante. “Men, you have way too much clothing on for the second half of this evening. Strip.”
“Da, little birdie.”
The glorious amounts of hard muscle revealed for my enjoyment is nearly enough to have me coming again. I clamp my thighs together as both men toss aside the last articles of their clothing and stand in front of me, their cocks in hand. Both of them work the hard muscle with even strokes. Muscles coil and roll over their forearms with their smooth movements. I’m tempted to grab my phone and record just how beautiful they are side by side. Maybe later.
Bastian holds me to him until my knees are strong enough to support my weight. I grab the blindfolds—strips of black silk—from where I left on the corner of the bed and hold them up.
“I need you all three to put these on and then climb on the bed.”
“As our queen requests.” Con passes his thumb over the bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock and smears it over my lips. I lick them clean and take pleasure in the rumble of laughter.
I help Dante and Bastian with theirs and stand back.
I never thought I would get this far. I reach for my phone on the table but quickly realize it’s not there.
Shit.I left it in my bag which I left in the limo. It doesn’t matter. I reach for one of theirs from their suit pocket. Five or so snaps later I set it down and turn to Dante’s belt and the knife he keeps hidden inside the leather.
They are glorious. Hard as stone and perfectly shaped. All three or easily twice my size and could easily take over me.
But when I edge up on the bed, they do nothing but stay still waiting for my next command.
“Lay down on your backs.”
Bulking muscles move gracefully as they fulfill my wishes. Bastian is in the middle with Con to his left and Dante to the right. Side by side they take up a lot of the bed. Between their legs large, throbbing cocks wait to be pleasured. And I won’t disappoint.
I chew at the inside of my bottom lip for a second at the idea I have.
“Malyshka,” Con husks. “You have us in knots.”
“I know, Russian. Patience and trust.” I move toward them on my knees and straddle Bastian’s legs at the knees. I lift his thickly veined shaft off his abdomen and grip him tightly. It’s tempting to take the tip between my lips and taste my juices coating him, but I need to heed my own advice.
Bastian’s hips drive forward and the groan in his throat moves my hand to stroke him without my approval.
“Naughty, man,” I admonish him sweetly. “Bastian, take your mafia brothers in hand and let me see how much pre-cum each of them have for me to lick off. Stroke them for me while I play with you.”
I lay the tip of Dante’s blade at the start of the dark trail of hair leading to his shaft. Bastian’s stomach muscles quiver and I hear and see the sudden intake of air.
“Laila.” Pained and aroused is a heady mixture in Bastian’s voice.
“Do you trust me?” I drag the tip of the blade over taut skin. The indent creates a valley in his flesh without breaking the skin. But just barely. A little pressure and the razor-sharp edge would draw blood.
Dante answers my question for his brother with another. “This will please you?”
“For you to show me how much you trust me to be yourselves in front of me? Yes.”