I’ll Burn Anyone (The Challenge Night Series Book 2)

by K. L Mann

  Luca stands at Arianna’s back, holding her throat to keep her eyes on me. He starts whispering into her ear just as we planned, and I look at the poor girl I’m about to embarrass. To be fair, she agreed to this, and she’s getting a nice little pay day out of it.

  “Kneel.” My command makes Brooke shiver, and she drops to her knees in only her bra and miniskirt. “Look at you,” I tsk, circling her like a vulture. “So eager to please, so quick to follow commands…”

  Arianna gasps at something Luca says, her eyes narrowing at Brooke's back. A smile plays on my lips, wondering how he’s taunting her. Brooke keeps her eyes on the ground and her mouth shut like the perfect little submissive she’s been cast as. The thing is? I don’t give a fuck about her ability to listen. She’s not even remotely close to holding a candle to my girl. She’s not Arianna, so nothing she does will actually impress me. The only reason my dick is as hard as it is in my pants is because of my smart-mouthed baby girl in the corner. I can’t wait until she breaks. It will be so fucking beautiful.

  “Do I make you nervous, Brooke?” I ask, grinning wickedly at Arianna as her face becomes more and more red.

  “Y-yes sir,’ she replies, an honest stutter coming from her mouth.

  “Are you nervous about getting fucked in front of my girl? Or worried about this punishment being too harsh for her?” I ask, pointedly.

  Her head shakes an inch. “No sir.”

  “No? What scares you then, Brooke?”

  “Liking it too much… falling for-” she can’t finish her line because Arianna stops her.

  “Mercy!”

  Like I said, fucking beautiful. Her chest is rising and falling fast, her hands clenched into fists and her eyes dark. Brooke takes her cue, grabbing her ripped shirt and rushing out of the room as fast as she can. Luca latches the lock behind her and smirks.

  “Take her place. Now,” he commands, his voice dripping in dominance.

  Arianna falls to her knees at my feet faster than she ever has, her head dipping in submission. Her heart is racing so fast I can see it pulsing in her temples and her breathing is labored, creating a fear in the air that I devour.

  “Eyes on me, baby girl.” Her head snaps to attention, those big brown eyes locking with mine. “Did you really think we’d touch another woman, hm?”

  Confusion blinks into her eyes. “I thought-”

  Luca cuts her off. “You thought wrong, princess.”

  “We’re yours. No one else's, you hear me?”

  “I thought I wanted that, but when she almost said… I wanted to kill her.”

  “Good,” I praise, pulling her chin into my hand. “We’re going to fuck your little mouth for suggesting this idea, baby girl. You ready to open wide for both of us?”

  “B–both of you, daddy?” she asks, batting her lashes up at me sweetly.

  “Yeah princess, both of us,” Luca answers, appearing behind her, wrapping a hand around her throat. “We’re both getting in that mouth of yours, gotta make you cry, we need it.”

  “After your face is covered in tear stains and your jaw hurts so badly you beg for relief, Luca’s going to fill that greedy little cunt of yours and I’m going to fuck your tight ass, baby girl. You understand me?”

  “Yes, yes, please!” she begs.

  Our dicks are out and in her face in a matter of seconds. Her eyes sparkle up at us as we stand side by side. I command her to open her mouth and she does, sticking out her tongue greedily.

  “Fuck, look at that,” Luca mutters, rubbing his thumb softly across her cheek.

  Without permission, our greedy girl grabs both of us, wrapping a tight fist around our shafts and pulls us in. Her warm mouth barely gets our tips inside as her tongue keeps us from touching. But when she drops the barrier, she gets us in another inch. She loves that Luca and I are touching like this, I know she does because she has a twisted little mind.

  I don’t have a problem touching him, and he doesn’t have a problem touching me, that’s the extent of this. If we had feelings for each other, it would have come out a fucking long time ago. Though, the fact that it gets our girl so worked up adds a certain appeal to the act.

  She can’t fit us both in her mouth of course, but fuck she tries. She strokes both of us as she does and her eyes blink with watery tears as she opens as wide as she can. She flicks her tongue around as best she can and she tries to fuck her own face, leaning back and pushing it forward.

  Fuck it’s a picture.

  “Good fucking girl, aren’t you Arianna?” I ask, lacing my hand into her hair, resting it on the back of her head. Her head bobs in a nod, more tears falling down her pretty flushed cheeks.

  She pulls her head back, taking us out of her mouth, gasping for air. Salvia drips down her chin and she smiles. Oh the way she smiles.

  Not wasting any time, my girl flattens her tongue and licks Luca’s cock from balls to tip. She keeps her eyes on me as I watch, because my freaky little thing loves when I watch. She likes my eyes on her and her devious mind likes my eyes on Luca’s cock too. Rolling my eyes down at her, I give her what I know she wants. Wrapping a hand around his neck, my lips smash into his, earning an excited gasp from Arianna. Luca isn’t fazed and he kisses me back the way he always does, like a show off.

  Arianna doesn't stop rotating from cock to cock, licking, sucking, kissing. She rubs us together, whimpering every time Luca’s tongue touches my lips. The scene is hot and her mouth is eager to please, but I’m ready to remind her who she belongs to.

  I’m not a patient man, and her playtime is officially up.

  Luca

  Gio pulls our mouths apart and smirks. “Lay down and get our girl on top of you.”

  He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I sweep Arianna up into my arms and stalk toward the hotel bed. She sheds her dress above her head before my back even hits the mattress. It doesn’t escape me that she’s not wearing panties, with her legs wrapped around my waist she’s quite literally dripping on my cock. She reaches over my shoulders, tugging at my shirt and ripping it over one arm, then the next so that I can keep her in my grasp. As the shirt hits the ground, we tumble onto the bed. She slants her pretty mouth against mine, tasting like her white wine from dinner despite just having two dicks in her mouth.

  “Fucking Christ,” I curse. Not because of the kiss, but because Gio took it upon himself to grab my dick and shove it inside of Arianna. I mean, our cocks were touching minutes ago but he’s never done this before. I can’t complain, I’m inside my favorite place because of him.

  “Holy fuck, he touched your cock to put it in me?” she asks breathlessly in disbelief. “That’s so fucking hot.”

  He answers without words, pinning her body against mine with one hand, lining himself up with the other. She lets out a long breath, relaxing so that he can get inside of her ass easier. She learns so quickly, our girl.

  Gio and Lorenzo have done this before, been inside a girl at the same time, but not with me. So, in a way, my girl gets a part of my virginity too.

  I know when he’s fully seated inside of her, not because of her moaning or her nails digging into my shoulders, but because I can feel him. The thin skin separating us feels tighter and the pressure surrounding my length is so fucking good.

  “Son of a bitch,” I hiss, reacting to Arianna moving her hips only a mere inch.

  “Luca’s never done this before, baby girl,” Gio divulges, kissing softly down her spine. “Should we give him a minute to adjust? Or should I fuck your little brains out and make you both come? Hm?”

  “Shit,” she whispers, rolling her eyes back with anticipation. “Option two please.”

  Fucker doesn’t even hesitate. He pulls nearly all the way out of her ass and slams back inside. I don’t move and yet it’s like I’m thrusting with his every pump. Arianna screams out, and grinds her ass back, moving me inside her. Gio is a goddamn ruthless machine. Never slowing down, pistoning into her, over and over and over.

  The stim
ulation between both of them is too fucking much. My balls draw up, ready to explode. I grab her by the throat and pull, silencing her screaming and muffling my moans. We kiss hard, as her orgasm milks mine out of me. Grunts and curses from Gio sound, and his strokes slow. Arianna is gushing around me until it all stops.

  “Pretty sure Gio just fucked both of us,” Arianna mumbles, resting her head on my chest.

  “You gonna call me daddy now too?” he snarks cockily, slowly pulling out of Arianna.

  “You gonna suck my dick?”

  “Yes!”

  “No,” Gio answers at the same time as her. Shaking his head, he clicks his tongue and smirks at me. “You can suck mine though, being the reluctant submissive that you are.”

  I genuinely can’t tell if this is a serious conversation or a joke but our girl is practically panting at the idea of Gio’s dick in my mouth.

  “Alright, that’s enough excitement for one night. Shower time.”

  Maybe showering individually would have been smarter, because the three of us together can’t handle simply getting clean. Arianna ends up pinned between the two of us for another half hour. Gio eats her out while she sucks me, then makes her nearly bite my balls off when he fucks her in the same position.

  Drying her off is a task left up to me, since I seem to be the only one of us with control tonight. She’s trying to keep her eyes open and failing as I get her into a shirt to sleep in.

  “Let’s get you to bed princess.”

  Arianna

  Waking up in a hotel room is a strange experience. It’s almost like having momentary amnesia. When the previous night is groggy in your mind and your eyes adjust to unfamiliar surroundings, your brain puts the puzzle together. But then there’s a beautiful head of blonde hair between your legs making you forget about the fucking hotel. Then you’re crying out, squirting all over his face because he sucks your clit for minutes just to make you do it. And before you know it, you're screaming his name so loudly you wake up your other boyfriend.

  Being the gentleman that Luca is, he pulls me out of my post–orgasm haze by making me have another. After I’m a withering mess underneath him, he swings me up, straddling Gio.

  “Submissive my ass,” he mumbles, as he does exactly what Gio did to him last night. He puts my other man inside of me and pins me against him.

  For a moment I think I’m going to get a replay of being filled ruthlessly by both of them. The moment of course is ruined exactly how all great moments are ruined; the chime of a phone call. Luca groans, but rolls out of bed and takes the call, telling us to continue without him. I want to argue that we can wait. I can’t though, Gio has a switchblade at my throat too quickly.

  “Ride or die baby girl,” he threatens, darkness pooling in his eyes.

  Gio won’t kill me. No. But the idea that he might hurt me is enough.

  I do what I’m told, taking him like a good girl, making myself come three times before he finally relents and orgasms himself.

  When he rolls me off of him, I want to fall back asleep for days. My eyes close softly as he gently digs his blade into my skin, freshening his name. I can smell myself bleeding and feel the tiny lines of blood fall down my stomach. When the bed dips down at my other side and the blade hits my skin again, I know Luca is here, making his name stick too.

  They let me drift off for another hour but eventually it’s time to leave, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives doing exactly what we just did.

  Epilogue

  “Love is that condition in which the happiness

  of another person is essential to your own.”

  ―Robert A. Heinlein,

  2 Months Later

  Arianna

  My mamma used to tell me that life is full of secretive men, protecting unsuspecting women from evil. That men without secrets, could be crueler than men with them. Secrets are okay if they are kept for good reason.

  Looking back, I understand that she truly believes that. She thinks that being in the dark keeps her safe and for the forty-six years she’s been with my father, it has. The thing is? I don’t do well with secrets, and my men don’t like lying to me.

  So, I know everything now. At least, every broad idea of who they are.

  My lovers.

  My gangsters.

  My killers.

  My protectors.

  To their credit, they had to be granted special permission to even utter a single mention of the word mafia to me. I wasn’t their wife and there are rules.

  Given the circumstances, a vote was made and a long conversation was had.

  Everything clicked.

  It all made so much sense that I wasn’t even rocked with the knowledge. I was even a bit annoyed with myself for not challenging the ideas I was originally fed.

  My entire family legacy is littered with killers. Cold, lethal, terrifying men for hire made up my family line, and the babies I plan to have will share the same tradition. It made sense that Marco resisted the business, it made sense that never once did my brothers or boyfriends receive a speeding ticket, and it made sense that their power radiated when they entered a room.

  My prolific men.

  Cel and Virbius. Italian God of death and Italian God of Outcasts. My Gio and Luca are infamous, so infamous that they were able to hide it from me. They’re so feared that no one would dare expose them to me.

  The Vitale Mafia is 68 years old. Founded by my father’s father and his friend, Ginovo Colombo. The training program my sweet man Luca runs is rigorous and extensive. The Vitale train men with a strict code of honor and duty.

  They have many rules set in deep tradition but the code they live by is simple.

  No man shall allow the sale of others.

  Live by each other, die by each other.

  Deliver evil to death's doorstep as a duty to the highest power.

  My men believe in a God they don’t plan on seeing in heaven one day. They say that I’ll end up there and they’ll be content with the Devil, doing his bidding, knowing I’m in paradise. I don’t know if a God exists, but if She does, she’ll be in for a real rude fuckin’ awakening if she keeps me from my loves.

  I nearly cried my soul out of my body when I learned more about my sister. Katherine is by far the strongest woman to walk the earth, and I think that I may have to punch an Angel in the face or something for her if I end up in the golden city one day. To have her baby taken from her, thinking he was safe and then finding out he was murdered… I can’t even imagine.

  I’m definitely strangling a fate maker for what they did to my Luca. All those years of abuse, all those nights listening to his mother scream and then finding her dead body at the age of eight.

  My Luca is the sweetest killer alive, and if I found his father, I’d skin him alive with Katherine instructing my every move. We planned it out during a sleepover a few weeks ago. We ate popcorn and watched Saw IV for inspiration. We’d hang him from hooks and peel back his skin, layer by layer, inch by inch, and make him scream like he did to Alessi Caruso. We’d use little paint brushes and diluted acid to paint his exposed flesh and watch him wither away.

  I would do anything to avenge my man.

  Luca says I would have liked his mamma, that she was a hugger like me. He doesn’t remember her face entirely and that makes him sad, but she had his eyes, his beautiful deep blue eyes. I already love her, even though I’ll never meet her, because she protected her boy by taking his father’s rage in the form of fists and sexual assault. If there’s a heaven, she’s up there.

  I haven’t told him, but our child will bear the name of his mother someday.

  And my Gio, my strong and guarded lover.

  Gio was born into wealth, but he wasn’t raised in a perfect world. I knew he’d lost his mother when he was young, but I didn’t know he was merely an infant when she passed.

  My poor, closed off, baby didn’t have any nurturing and I knew it affected him even if he says that it didn’t. It’s prec
isely why he and Marco always butted heads.

  Marco, until he rejected the family business, had everything. Money, two parents, loving siblings, friends, and a future just waiting for him. Much like how Luca envied me, Gio envied him.

  Obviously, when Marco admitted his true reasons for trying to avoid his future, that hateful envy faded into understanding. None of the men in my life were without pain or struggle.

  Lorenzo with the fire and PTSD, Marco with the bloodlust and booze, Luca with the sleep deprivation and neglect, and Gio being starved for love. They need me, and I need them because we’re all broken in the most beautiful ways.

  I’ve never felt so unlonely, so content or so utterly fucking loved than in the last three months. Starting with falling for Luca, continuing with Gio coming back to me and ending with our futures awaiting us, together forever.

  I had always thought about girls on TV and how damn independent they all wanted to be with such confusion. Why? What the hell is so damn cool about independence?

  I crave company and can’t really stand making decisions most of the time. I don’t want a damn bachelor's degree or to be a badass assassin or to run a business. For the first time in my entire life, I know exactly what I want.

  I want to get married and have fucking ten babies with my husbands because I love them too much to stop procreating. I want to shop for baby clothes like a maniac. I want to bake cookies with Caterina, watch movies with Katherine and gossip with Marco. I want to watch my parents run after my kids on the beach in the rain. I want a kitten to pet when I’m feeling down and I want to decorate my house with cozy furniture.

  I don’t want a big fancy job or girl–boss friends. I don’t want to miss a single moment with my family because I was too busy being fucking independent. I want to serve and be serviced night and fucking day by my lovers. I don’t even want to plan a damn wedding. I just want to be their wife.