The number twenty-three is painted on a plaque resting above the door illuminated by a bright light, beckoning me inside. I raise my hand to knock but hesitate. Lyra instructed me to enter if the light above the door was on, but that makes me feel uneasy. But I’m not me right now. I’m CeCe Johnson, badass extraordinaire, who’s attempting to take down the head of the Genovese family.
“Piece of cake,” I mutter, before adjusting my dress and opening the door, pulling up short.
I don’t know what I expected to be happening when I walked into this room, but this was not it. There’s a woman I’ve never seen before, seated in an oversized chair strategically placed in the center of the room. Her hands are tied in the center of her chest, something red wrapped tightly around her neck. Her legs are spread wide, dangling from someone’s shoulders as they feast on her core. His hands trail up her body before grasping both of her breasts tightly in his hands.
The man is fully clothed, a crisp white shirt flexing against his muscles, the same tattoos decorating Antonio’s neck in the photo peeking out of the color. He leans back slightly, allowing me to glimpse her cunt, before diving back in. His hands release her breasts before snaking back down her body and disappearing in front of his face.
She gasps softly, bringing my attention back to her face. Her mouth opens wide in pleasure as someone pulls the restraint tighter around her throat, two hands holding each end. My gaze continues up the strong arms, muscles rippling with each tug. Sun-kissed skin and an intricate tattoo covering his arms and running up around his shoulder.
My heart rate picks up as small droplets of sweat form on my forehead as I force my eyes to continue upward and lock eyes with none other than Salvatore Genovese.
A devilish smirk crosses his face as I bite my bottom lip, attempting to stifle the moan building in my throat from escaping my mouth. Salvatore’s gaze runs down my body, focusing on my breasts.
This wasn’t an accident. It’s a test.
Turning around and heading back out the way I came isn’t an option. I’m in this room for a reason, whether it be because I’ve been asking too many questions about him or because the men that want information made it happen, but I can’t turn back now.
Raising my chin in defiance, I cross my arms over my chest, below my breasts. Salvatore makes a low sound in the back of his throat as he pulls the binding tighter around her neck. Heat blasts through my face, but I refuse to back down. I need to prove myself to these men, and now is as good of a time as any.
Now, where is Matteo?As if I conjured him out of thin air, a commanding presence slides up against my back.
“Be quiet,” he whispers, running his nose down one side of my neck, then nibbling his way back up the other. Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly into his chest, my head tucking almost perfectly under his chin.
Matteo. The only man left in the trio that I haven’t noticed… playing with the woman in the center of the room.
“Can you be quiet, Celia?”
I nod my head in response, unable to focus on anything as his intoxicating scent envelops my senses. My nipples pebble at the reminder of my body pressed flush against his. My skin heats, and my core tightens. Pure need flows through my body.What is happening to me? These feelings and emotions flowing through my body are amazing and confusing all at one time.
“Do they always…”
“Share? Yes, and sometimes they let me play too.”
His hand runs up my leg, dragging the material of my tightly fitted black dress up my thighs. My legs widen on their own, spreading just enough to allow his hand to continue toward my warm center.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve given myself orgasms, but this is different. It’s as if there’s a blazing inferno running through my entire body, unable to find relief.
“Does that scare you, Celia?” His fingers grasp my clit through my panties, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. “The thought of taking on three men at the same time.”
A shiver runs down my spine as he pulls the flimsy fabric to the side, sliding one finger between my folds.
This was not what I signed up for. To be a plaything for three of the most powerful men in Chicago. I need information, yes, but I never wanted to sell my body to get it. Then why is this so exciting? There’s something dangerous about watching the Genovese brothers have their way with this woman, a recklessness.
His finger moves in and out, sending blinding pleasure through my body with each pass. Every inch of his hard frame molds against mine like a glove as my eyes drift shut, a loud moan escaping my lips.
“You brought us another toy.”
My eyes snap open, shame washing over my entire body as Antonio strides toward me. He moves like a predator stalking his prey, ready to pounce at any moment. I hiss as my muscles stretch while Matteo scissors his fingers back and forth. Matteo groans loudly in my ear, grinding his cock into my ass.
“A toy that doesn’t know how to follow the rules.” My eyes flick toward Salvatore as he releases his hold on the strap around the girl’s neck and takes a step around her. Her body is draped across the chair, her head rolled to the side, and her mouth gaped open.
“She isn’t dead,” Salvatore responds to my unasked question before shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I left the light on.” Matteo’s voice vibrates against my back, a hint of sarcasm bubbling under the surface as he pulls his finger free, and I whimper. “It won’t happen again.”
“Liar.” Antonio reaches down to adjust his cock before giving me a playful wink.
“Maybe.” Matteo chuckles, biting down hard on my shoulder, causing me to moan, before burying his nose into my neck and inhaling. “Mmm, you smell good enough to eat.”