by Eva Ashwood
Zaid makes a noise in the back of his throat, reaching over his head to fist his shirt and drag it off. They manage to get themselves naked even faster than they stripped me, and my fingers find my aching clit as I gaze at their sculpted bodies.
These men are built as fuck. Not just muscles developed through hours spent in the gym either. They’re in good fucking shape because they have to be.
My fingers make quick circles around my clit as I watch the ridges of Zaid’s six-pack flex, my gaze trailing down a little lower to where his cock juts out from his body. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen either of these men naked, but this is all still so new that I haven’t memorized every detail of them yet.
And Jesus, I want to.
I want to be able to close my eyes and see every line and contour of their muscled bodies, see the way Lucas’s nostrils flare as his jaws clench, see the way Zaid’s eyelids droop with lust.
But I’ll have to do it some other time, because the twins obviously don’t plan on just sitting back and letting me stare at them.
With a low growl, Zaid grabs my wrist and yanks my hand away from my pussy. A second later, he’s got his face buried between my thighs, his tongue taking the place of my fingers as he laps and sucks at my clit.
I arch off the bed, my back bowing as pleasure shoots through me. I know my body well enough that I can get myself off easily with my own touch—but fuck, it could never compare to this.
His tongue is hot and wet, and he swirls and circles my clit like I’m his favorite fucking snack.
It’s almost too much. The spike of sensation is so intense that I writhe beneath him, trying to simultaneously escape and press more of myself against him. He responds by grabbing my thighs in a tight grip and wrenching them apart, baring me more fully to him and keeping me pinned in place.
At the same moment, Lucas grabs my hands, pinning them to the mattress over my head. I’m truly immobilized between the two of them, and even though maybe that realization should scare me a little bit, all it does is make electric arousal surge through me.
They’re doing exactly what I asked.
They’re making me forget everything. Everything except this.
Holding me in place with a firm grip on my wrists, Lucas leans over and kisses me. I lift my head up off the bed a little to deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping out to meet his as we taste each other. When he trails his lips over my jawline and down the column of my neck, I drop my head back, gazing dazedly up at the ceiling.
He continues his slow path downward until his mouth latches around one of my nipples. His teeth bite down on it at the exact same moment Zaid stiffens his tongue and begins to fuck me with it, and a scream tears from my throat, my entire body jerking in their hold.
“I think she likes that,” Zaid mutters, drawing back just enough to speak. He draws his tongue up the inside of my thigh, lapping up the wetness that’s gathered there. Then he nips at the sensitive skin, making me jump again. “You want more, kitten?”
“Yes,” I gasp. My head is nodding, even though I can’t remember giving it the directive to move. “Yes. Fuck yes. More, please.”
He chuckles, a low rumble in his throat, then he drags his tongue through my folds again, licking a line all the way up my slit. When he slides his tongue inside my pussy this time, Lucas teases both of my nipples, one with his mouth and one with his fingers, and another loud cry falls from my lips.
“That’s good, princess. Let ’em hear you in the fucking basement,” Lucas mutters as he and his twin continue to work in tandem, licking and sucking and biting until I’m a panting, writhing mess.
Heat and arousal are spiking inside me, driving higher and higher with each new wave of pleasure and pain. Zaid finally releases his hard grip on my thighs, leaving what I’m sure are marks I’ll be able to see later. He brings both hands to my pussy, using his fingers to spread me wide open as his tongue moves faster and faster.
“Fuck,” I pant. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, oh—”
The orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball, tearing through my body from head to toe. They’re no longer pinning me down, so there’s nothing to stop me as I thrash on the bed beneath their touch, reaching down to grab a fistful of Zaid’s hair as I arch my back.
Pleasure is still working its way through my system when Zaid sits back on his heels, licking his lips with hungry satisfaction. He doesn’t give me a moment to come down from the high, a moment to recover. Instead, he grabs my hips and flips me over neatly onto my stomach. Then he yanks me backward, bringing me to my hands and knees. Lining himself up, he plunges inside my still-convulsing pussy.
I let out a groan as his thick cock fills me, stretching my inner walls, and Lucas laughs softly, the sound possessive and hungry.
“Fuck, yes, princess. Moan for us.”
His hand strokes my hair, and I look up at him through the tangled blonde curtain of strands that falls over my face. He gathers my hair into a loose ponytail, holding it in his fist as he rises up onto his knees in front of me.
“I fucking love seeing you like this, Grace,” he murmurs. “Do you know how beautiful you look with Zaid’s cock inside you? With your skin so flushed from coming on his face? I’ve never seen anything so goddamn perfect.”
His words are filthy and reverent at the same time, and they send a shiver down my spine. Zaid is driving into me hard and fast from behind, making my whole body shake with the force of his thrusts, but I still manage to lean forward, stretching my neck a little as I open my mouth.
Lucas makes a noise that goes straight to my clit, shifting forward a little to close the last bit of space between us. The smooth head of his cock brushes against my lips as he fists the base of it, and I flick out my tongue to taste the soft skin. A familiar, slightly salty taste fills my senses, and I swirl my tongue all over his rounded head, gathering every drop of precum.
As if he’s as fucking turned on by watching me blow his brother as Lucas is by watching him fuck me, Zaid’s thrusts become harder and deeper. His fingers dig into my hips as he holds them right where he wants them.
I open my mouth and take Lucas inside, running my tongue over every inch of him that I can before sliding my lips lower, drawing him into the back of my throat. He groans, his grip on my hair tightening until my scalp stings. As if he can’t help himself, his hips start to pump into my mouth, fucking me in almost the same rhythm his brother is.
It’s too much.
I just came like a fucking rocket on Zaid’s face, but my needy body is already demanding another orgasm, shifting back and forth between the two men as pleasure builds inside me. I can feel the beginning of my release as it turns my core into liquid heat, and I shudder, whimpering around the thick obstruction of Lucas’s cock.
But before I can come, I pull away from Lucas, releasing his thick length with a wet slurp. “Wait! Wait!”
Zaid stops, his cock buried inside me. Just the feel of his hips pressed against my ass, his length stretching me and filling me, is almost enough to make me fall over the edge.
But I don’t want to. Not yet.
“More,” I gasp out. “I need more. Need—both of you.”
Lucas is still holding my hair, and he uses that grasp to tilt my face up toward him, letting me see the heat in his features. “Both of us?”
“Yes.” I swallow, licking my lips. “Inside me. At the same time.”
I’ve never done this before, and it scares me a little. But that desperate need hasn’t left me, even though having their hands and mouths on me has helped. I need to feel more. I need to feel everything.
Lucas glances behind me, and I know he and Zaid are sharing a look. They’re so in tune with each other that a single look is all it takes for them to communicate whatever they need to. When his gaze drops back to me, a sinful smile stretches Lucas’s lips. He lets go of my hair and drops down onto the mattress behind him, lying on his back and crooking a finger at me.
“Come here, princess. Sit on
my dick and ride me.”
Anticipation and excitement blaze through my body, and when Zaid slowly pulls out of me, I crawl forward, straddling Lucas’s lean hips and reaching down to line him up. As I sink down onto him, his hooded eyes watch every single movement, glued to the spot where my pussy stretches around him.
Knowing what he’s seeing, knowing how much it turns him on, makes an answering shiver of arousal run through my body. I start to move, rising up and sinking down, finding a rhythm as I get myself off on his cock.
As I do, he plays with my breasts, tugging and tweaking my nipples. And then I feel the heat of Zaid’s body behind me, the brush of his fingertips down my spine. He trails his hand down the curve of my ass, gathering some of the arousal that still coats my thighs. When his finger breaches my asshole, I grunt, my toes curling against the soft bedspread.
“I know you like this, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice full of wicked amusement. “Relax. Let me in. I’ll make sure it feels fucking amazing.”
And he does. His finger works its way in slowly as I fuck Lucas, and when he feels me relax around him, he slowly adds a second finger, working them both in as deep as he can.
“Do you want more, Grace?” he murmurs, nipping at my ear as I drop my head back against his shoulder. “My cock is bigger than this. Can you take me?”
“Yes!”
The word bursts out of me without a second thought. I don’t think there’s a single thing he could ask me right now that I wouldn’t say yes to. Everything they’re doing is pushing me toward something I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced before—a kind of pleasure I didn’t even know was possible.
“Fuck.” Lucas grunts, rolling his hips as he thrusts up into me from below. Then he stills, buried inside me, and begins to play with my clit. His thumb slides over and around the sensitive bud as Zaid draws his fingers out, replacing them with the head of his cock.
He wasn’t lying. His dick is a lot bigger than his fingers. I brace my palms against Lucas’s chest, breathing into the overwhelming assault of sensations as Zaid slowly eases his way inside my ass. My fingers clench, nails digging into Lucas’s skin, and he works his thumb faster, pushing me right toward the edge of an orgasm.
My entire body feels alive, on fire for these two men. When I feel Zaid bottom out inside me, I drop my head, panting as my hair falls in a curtain around my face. Then I roll my hips a little, experimenting with what it feels like to move.
Oh, fuck.
That’s good.
I do it again, grinding against both of them, and Zaid curses low under his breath. “Shit, kitten, you’re so fucking tight. You’re choking my cock with that sweet little ass.”
God, why does that turn me on so much?
I don’t pause to think about it, I just chase the feelings that are building up inside me, moving in sync with the two men as they both begin to thrust.
“Too fucking good,” Lucas mutters, reaching up to palm the back of my head and drag me down for a kiss as his movements and Zaid’s become more frantic.
The three of us are covered in a sheen of sweat, heat pouring off of us as they fuck me hard and deep, drawing guttural noises from me with each brutal thrust. My entire body begins to shake as my heart slams against my ribs, and then I come so hard I swear I feel it all the way down to my bones.
“Fuck!” Zaid wraps an arm around my torso, slamming into me one last time before grinding his hips against my ass, flooding me with his cum. His brother’s fingers dig into my hips as he drives into me from below, three short, choppy strokes that end with his cock pulsing inside me.
Holy shit. I’m fucking done for.
My muscles were already shaky, and in the aftermath of that intense orgasm, I feel like they’ve melted inside my body. Unable to hold myself up anymore, I collapse on Lucas’s chest. He’s breathing almost as hard as I am, his heart pounding out a staccato rhythm against mine.
Zaid’s chest plasters to my back for a second as he presses a kiss to my neck, and then he carefully withdraws from me, his touch gentling again as he makes sure not to hurt me.
He drops to the bed beside us, and Lucas lifts me off his cock, depositing me on the mattress between them. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, they both move to enclose me between them, legs tangling with mine and arms draping over me.
Still breathing heavily, Lucas presses a kiss to my nose, then to my cheeks, jawline, and lips. He smooths my sweat-dampened hair back from my face as his face finds mine.
“Well, princess? What do you feel now?”
“You.” I smile, dazed and exhausted, turning my head a little to give Zaid access to my neck. “Just… you.”
4
Grace
The living room is subdued and silent as the men pour themselves drinks and sit down.
As amazing as it was, Lucas, Zaid, and I didn’t get to linger as long as I would’ve liked in our post-sex haze of bliss. As the sweat began to cool on our bodies, we were forced to confront the fact that none of this is over yet.
After a few more whispered words and searching kisses, we all got up and showered quickly, then headed downstairs to meet with the others. This is the first time all of us have gathered somewhere besides the interrogation room in the basement since Leland came to the house.
When I find my seat by Hale on the low couch, I can’t help but think about how different things are now compared to when we were last in this room. How much more we know, and how that knowledge has changed all of us.
I’m not sure what time it is. So late that it’s early, I think. Probably only a few hours from dawn. Mafia hours are different from normal hours, because time doesn't seem to exist in the mafia. There are no off hours, no set hours to work. It happens when it happens; it could be midnight or four in the morning, and I wouldn’t know any differently.
I glance over at Zaid and Lucas, and a pleasant little shiver runs down my spine.
They did what I asked them to, and more. For a short while upstairs, I stopped thinking about all of this, stopped feeling the hurt and anger that’ve been churning in my gut. The only thing I could think about, the only thing I could feel, was them.
Both inside me. Both surrounding me.
My body can still feel the echoes of their touch, and it grounds me now, giving me strength and clearing my head.
“He’s in holding.” Ciro settles onto a large chair, rubbing his bruised knuckles. “He’s exhausted, but if he thinks he’s going to get any sleep, he’s mistaken.”
As much as I hate Leland with everything in me, I can’t even begin to imagine what he’s going through. Whatever Ciro did to keep him from sleeping or falling unconscious, it’s just another form of torture like everything else he’s been through—he won’t be allowed to sleep until he gives us everything we want. And even after the men are satisfied they’ve gotten all they can from him, I’m not sure the living hell will stop.
Thinking about my earlier days here as a prisoner, when sleep was my only refuge and escape… I don’t envy him.
But my circumstances were always different than Leland’s.
I may have been a prisoner they didn’t trust in the beginning. Hale might’ve thought I had something to do with the other team of armed men who showed up on my wedding day, compromising everything. But still, I was never tortured, beaten, or sleep deprived. I was given my own room, a bed with Egyptian cotton sheets, a shower with three shower heads, and fresh clothes delivered to my closet.
Then again, I wasn’t a murderer or a double-crossing mole.
“We made a little more progress after you left, but not enough,” Ciro says. “He claims not to know much about the Rook Syndicate.”
“There's still too fucking much we don’t understand.” Hale takes a sip of his whiskey, grimacing. “Information that we may never know unless we talk directly to Camilla—even then, it’s not like she would be so gracious as to give us a summary of everything she’s been doing over the past several years.”
“What confuses the fuck outta me is that on the outside, she hasn’t been involved,” Lucas adds, annoyance coloring his tone. “From what Leland said, she’s not just part of the Rook syndicate. She’s their fucking leader. They’ve been on our radar for years, but we’ve never even had an inkling that she might be involved. For all we know, Leland could be lying to us, trying to pin the blame on the other syndicate—”
“He isn’t lying,” Hale says firmly. “We can spin ourselves in circles trying to figure it out, but until we have more information, we can’t move on it. The Rooks don’t trust us enough to open a meeting with us, and frankly, I don’t trust them either. All we know about Camilla is that she’s cunning and power-hungry, and that she’s got a vendetta against us and Grace. Until we know why, I’m not doing anything risky.”
He grimaces as he speaks, taking another sip of his drink before standing and striding across the room, his expression tight. I know this isn’t easy for him—his father didn’t leave him a simple job to just pick up. Not only was it made messy by Damian’s untimely death, but also by the fact that there were so many loose ends Damian never had time to tie up. Now all of those knots are left for Hale to untangle.
“What if we use Leland as a double agent?” Ciro says at last, breaking the silence. “Or triple agent, I guess.”
Hale turns around slowly, giving his friend his full attention. My gaze snags on Ciro too, taking in his broad features and serious gray eyes. His blue-black hair is mussed, and blood spatters mar his skin, although I know it’s not his blood.
He shrugs, glancing from his best friend to the twins, and finally to me. “His face is fucked up, but we can give him a cover story to explain that. We can invent some shit he got into—it wouldn’t be the first time one of us got hurt in the line of duty. But we still have enough time to return him to his normal duties without her growing suspicious.”
Which is certainly the biggest concern. If my mom suspects that Leland has been compromised, she’ll be quick to end his life, brutally. Ciro’s suggestion is a bit of a risk, considering we could keep Leland around a little longer, torturing him for more information.