by SE Chardou
Max cursed his cock that refused to be satisfied; the deviant lifestyle he chose to live and falling for a woman who was cracked beyond putting back together. She wasn’t broken but if anyone could do it, he’d be the one. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge the feelings they felt for one another but they were there. Out in the open for anyone to see.
Emotions were dangerous but love might just be their undoing. Not only toxic, it would be the very catalyst that could get them both killed. Dimitri thought of nothing but the bottom line and certainly didn’t give a damn about them; once they were useless to him, there would be no reason to keep them alive. If they cared about each other at all, they were bound to get sloppy and careless; creating the perfect situation where they could easily be double-crossed.
A soft, small hand grabbed his closest to Mags as she sat up in bed and took the earbuds out of her ears. “What are you doing here?”
He turned toward her as she stared at him with those soul-searching, gorgeous pale green eyes and he forced himself to look away. “This is my room, remember?”
“Our bedroom,” she corrected quietly. “Listen, I know it isn’t any of my business and you don’t have to explain anything but . . . I’m still so fucking confused about what happened today. Why did you do that to me? Why couldn’t you just tell me before we had this plan to take down my uncle? Are you punishing me for having feelings for another man?”
“I don’t give a damn about what you feel for Edward, Mags.”
It was a lie and they both knew it but she continued to gaze at him as if he’d betrayed her.
“I find that hard to believe. If you truly don’t give a shit then what was today all about? Satisfying your lover while I was left here to do what—watch and learn? I swear to fucking God, if this is supposed to be easier than what Brad and Nel put me through then sign me the fuck back up to their twisted head fucks. At least I knew what to expect.”
He shook his head adamantly. “We both know that’s not gonna happen so why don’t you just quit while you’re ahead?”
Mags chuckled out loud but there was absolutely no mirth in it. “You’ve got some nerve. I suppose I owe you because you saved my life or some shit but you have got to admit that this situation is a little more than merely strange. If you love that guy so much then why don’t you just be with him? We’ll just cancel our plans to kill my uncle and I’ll get the fuck gone pronto. No way in hell am I gonna be a third wheel—”
“You were lucky to be just that with Edward. I hardly see what the difference is,” Max replied coldly.
“The difference is I let him go.” She turned away from him, a fan of her sable hair hiding her face. “You don’t know what’s it like to really lose someone until you have that strength to not be selfish and allow them to live their life with the person they truly love. I did that—for Edward—because I want him to be content. I’m not into ‘breaking up happy homes’ shit, Max. If Rasmus is whom you truly want to be with then go to him. Don’t use me as some kind of . . . beard to hide your homosexuality.”
He sighed out loud before he grabbed her jaw with one hand and made her face him. “I’m not gay, Mags. I . . . I don’t know what I am really. What happened between Rasmus and me was a long time coming. I take care of him emotionally and financially—we enjoy having sex with one another. I do have feelings for him but I also care about you. More than I’d ever want to admit but somehow, you’re buried under my skin.”
“So you’re not going to let me go? Even if this situation isn’t what I want?”
“I sent him away so we could be together and find a semblance of balance in our relationship. If you want him to participate in the future, I truly don’t see that being a problem—”
“I’m not talking about the situation between your lover, me and you. I’m referring to the fact that I don’t want to have anything to do with Angelo’s death. He’s family and yeah, maybe he doesn’t give a shit about me but that’s hardly the issue.”
“That’s exactly the issue,” Max bit out.
“No, it’s not,” Mags mumbled before she calmed herself down and continued, “You don’t understand. You’ll never be able to comprehend what it’s like to see your parents murdered in front of you. Yes, I was able to make a life with the White Knights at their clubhouse in Vegas but I never forgot what they did to me. How they took the only two people in the world who loved and cared for me unconditionally. I never will. I don’t expect you to understand but it makes wanting to kill another member of my dwindling family very fucking hard.”
“It’s obvious this isn’t the best time to talk about this. We can discuss it at another time, once Rasmus is gone and out of the country. He’s not safe here.”
“Yet I am?” Mags grabbed both his hands and squeezed them. “I’m not a fool. I don’t think Dimitri has any intention of allowing me to live or letting you go. If he has to squash me like a bug, he’d do it to keep you by his side. Why can’t you see that? He’s only concerned with the bigger picture. He couldn’t give a fuck about me and I’m not sure he cares about you at all once you’re no longer useful to him. We are walking into a goddamn trap and you’re so blind, you can’t see the forest for the trees.”
Max turned away from her, snatching his hands from the warmth provided by hers. He knew she was telling the truth but he’d been so intent on biding his time until he could make a clean break.
Before she showed up like Hurricane Magnolia and forced his mentor to lay all his cards on the table, he was pretty sure he’d be able to do this last hit and then leave. He wouldn’t bother to contact Dimitri until he was far away in another country beyond the reach of the man who’d headed the Koslakov Mafia since he’d dispatched his own father from that very position.
No loyalty among thieves.
Max knew that very well but when it came to the man he’d once would’ve given his life for, he knew it went beyond that. Rasmus was Dimitri’s son; his mother had been Koslakov’s first wife. He’d been willing to take him in as another one of his soldiers in the organization though his father found him weak and unable to acquire a position of leadership. Once Dimitri found out his son preferred the affections of other men rather than women, he’d cut him off and put a hit out on him.
Max had gotten the job to end Rasmus’ sorry life. That was four years ago but somehow, they struck up a friendship, the closest he’d ever come to loving someone and the rest was history.
For some reason, he couldn’t tell Mags about his turbulent past with Rasmus. Although it would at least humanize him in her eyes, it’d also cause him to lose the one advantage he had in their present situation. If she wasn’t sure he could save her then she wouldn’t put her life in his hands. He didn’t want that responsibility. Unfortunately for her, it was easier for him to be protective over Rasmus but impossible when it came to her.
It was all about the dynamics of power. He needed an equal and he wanted her to be that person. If he coddled her then she would never stand fully on her own two feet. She’d always wait for him to catch her fall. Edward could be that guy in her life had she allowed him to be but he would never be like that.
They may be my flesh and blood but they will never be my family. How could I love the same man who left our mother? How can I love a brother who was cherished more than me? It should be me in that position, a dark prince in the land of gods and monsters and yet, what am I? A fucking disposable thug in a Mafia family that would murder me as quick as they would smile at me.
“Max, where did you go just now?” Mags inquired, her voice gentle and reassuring. “What aren’t you telling me about this situation?”
He gazed toward her, his blue-green eyes bright with emotion. She looked so vulnerable in her terry cloth robe, the black color striking against her peaches and cream complexion with that small hint of dusk. Her sable hair, soft and wavy around her face, gave her the look of one so young yet those pale green eyes held secrets not yet revealed. Beautiful yet hard, like th
e rarest gemstones on earth; warm yet calculating; mysterious yet the clarity shown through.
He did what always had been his fall back when he didn’t want to discuss a subject. Leaning over, he placed a hand on her jaw and kissed her long and hard. His mouth opened against hers and his tongue met hers with an urgency neither could have fully explained.
She seemed to fight against him at first but then her arms wrapped around his neck and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Max snatched the sash from her robe, causing it to open and her whole body was on display for him. Her breasts, medium-sized yet completely firm with nipples that stood out against her flesh, pebbled as the cool air hit her skin. Soft skin, the scent of some exotic Victoria’s Secret lotion, covered in goose bumps, and led down to a perfect stomach. He couldn’t help himself from reaching between her slightly parted legs and seeking out the entrance of her pussy, sliding his fingers inside and marveling at the wetness involuntarily clenching against them at his invasion.
He pulled away reluctantly as he helped her out of her robe before he stood, his fingers damp from his previous exploration. It was second nature to bring them to his mouth and suck her juices off, inhaling a tantalizing yet musky scent that belonged to her.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked out loud.
She nodded her head slowly as those gorgeous green eyes stared back at him with want and need. “I’ve been waiting all day for you to do it.”
Max smirked. “No, you were waiting all day to have a dick inside you because you visited Edward, and that’s not the same thing.”
“I want you to fuck me, Max. Not Edward, not Rasmus but you. I’ve been waiting all day to feel your cock inside me but instead, you fucked your lover in front of me to punish me for an infraction I have no idea I committed. What happened between Edward and I has nothing to do with you.”
He shook his head slowly as he peeled off his t-shirt and stripped the casual cotton pants he wore from his body. Underneath, he was nude, his cock hard enough to break granite and his Prince Albert piercing throbbed along with his dick.
“Everything you do has something to do with me, Mags. You could have loved any man in this world—why him? What makes him so much worthy than anyone else?”
Mags stared him down before she reached for his cock and ran a warm hand down the length. His throat tightened and when her mouth caressed the tip, her tongue darting on the underside of his piercing, he groaned out loud. She crawled closer until she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs wide open in an obscenely sexual manner, he wanted to touch her but he was mesmerized by the way she slowly took more and more of him into her mouth.
The rosebud lips wrapped around his cock and milked him gently and firmly until she swallowed him whole and eased him out of her throat and mouth. His heart pounded so fast, he couldn’t hear anything but the sound of blood rushing through his veins as he looked down to see his dick, slick with her saliva as she worked him in and out of her mouth like a pro. Fuck, she was good, the way she caressed his balls, her index finger gliding over his perineum in a slow, torturous rhythm that would have him busting a nut down her throat if he didn’t stop her soon.
“Fuck . . . that’s enough.” His voice sounded harsher than he meant it to but they were past the point of no return. “Get in the middle of the bed and keep your legs spread just like that.”
Mags turned onto her stomach and crawled toward the middle. Her gorgeous ass in the air with her cunt wet and ready was too much for him to handle. He crawled on the bed, grabbed her by her waist and entered her from behind.
She moaned out loud when his cock his the hilt inside of her. “I want you to fuck me hard, Max. Be rough and don’t hold back.”
Her words were music to his ears as he slammed inside her tight pussy again and again, his Price Albert teasing her G-spot. She grabbed the comforter with both hands, her moans guttural and raw. They were genuine sounds of pleasure, not the faked kind from certain women who didn’t enjoy sex this way.
Max leaned over her and continued to pump inside of her, his orgasm near, as he pinched her nipples and she moaned louder. “Fuck me harder, baby.”
There were certain acts he would selfishly partake in with Rasmus but they were two men and he knew his lover could handle it. But he was scared to go too far with her because he didn’t know whether or not he would remind her of what she’d grown up with or if she truly enjoyed and craved rough sex.
He rammed her from behind, balls deep in her tight pussy and with one final slam, she squeezed her kegel muscles around his cock and he lost control. His cum spurted inside of her as he caressed her breasts and kissed her neck. She let go of the comforter as he slid out of her.
Mags turned over and lay on her back, spreading her legs. “Isn’t this how you wanted me, baby?”
Exhausted and weary but still not completely satisfied, he kissed down her body. He licked down her body until he reached her clit. Still swollen from the clamp he’d applied earlier, his tongue teased her and she jerked against his movement. Applying his thumb to her swollen nub, he teased her perineum with his tongue before he slid it inside of her, tasting his semen and her at the same time. She began to squirm underneath his touch as he continued to lick her juices as they leaked out of her, reveling in the way she reacted.
Max brought her to another orgasm easily before he kissed up her body. Tonguing her nipples again before he squeezed them between his fingers as he kissed up her neck and jaw. His mouth quickly claimed her lips, slightly open, his tongue working its way into her own. She twirled her own with his and he deepened his kiss even further.
His chest brushed against her nipples and he felt himself grow hard again, desperately wanting to fuck her again. He pulled one of her legs around his waist as she pulled away.
“I’m not on anything, Max. You better grab a condom if you don’t want to be a father any time soon,” Mags murmured.
He smirked, his aquamarine eyes searching hers. “Don’t you want to be a mother?”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled.
“Well, I highly doubt you would be the first woman in history to fuck twin brothers and have babies by both of them,” Max replied before he let go of her leg and crawled away from her.
Recognition dawned on her face and she opened her mouth to speak but he no longer cared what she had to say. He stood and walked to his private bathroom, slamming the door and locking it in the process.
Chapter Eleven
Magnolia
I sat up in bed, my heart in my throat as Max’s words finally sunk in.
I highly doubt you would be the first woman in history to fuck twin brothers and have babies by both of them.
I felt sick to my stomach and scrambled from the bed before I fled to my private bathroom, lifted the toilet seat and vomited violently. My stomach heaved until I had nothing left, not even bile to puke up. After flushing the toilet, I stood on shaky legs and rinsed my mouth out at the sink before I glanced at myself in the mirror.
An ashen, frightened young woman stared back at me. I looked away, unable to stand my own reflection as the tears came to my eyes I roughly wiped away.
There had to be some mistake. Max was a master of his craft and deception was at the heart of our chosen profession. He would easily use mind-fuckery to throw me off balance. It was the only explanation I had for what he’d said to me. There was no way he and Edward were related.
I didn’t know everything about the Gillespie family tree but I did know Edward was the product of a club whore who’d left shortly after his birth. His father also had a daughter by another club whore some twelve years later and that was how he acquired a sister, Chantal. They were close, despite the age difference, and as far as I knew, she was the only sibling he had.
What the hell was this about a brother? And twins? I didn’t know Sean Gillespie—or Gilligan, which was his Road name—personally, but I knew enough to understand family meant everything to him a
nd there was no way he would have ever let his son be raised by a club whore.
I didn’t know which way was up or down; left or right. I ran the water in the shower and stepped in, moments later, washing the remnants of Max off my body. I didn’t want his scent on me, and anywhere he’d touched me with his hands or cock, I wanted to get clean. I could never clean out my insides or the taint he’d left stained on my soul like a black smudge. I wish I never knew he existed. What made my situation all the more baffling was why I’d chosen to blame him. If what he said had any grain of truth to it then how the hell was it his fault?
I shook my head angrily as water cascaded over me.
This whole situation was so fucked up and I had to get him to admit he was lying. He and Edward couldn’t be related. I hadn’t fucked another set of brothers, had I? The first time had not been within my control; I was child thrust into a situation most would have never recovered from, and still had issues with to this very day.
Although if I was honest with myself—completely and wholly honest—neither had I. The way I used men wasn’t healthy; they could never be a species to love . . . they were a means to an end. I got what I wanted and made no bones about it.
I used sex as a form of therapy; either I could hate it and destroy an integral part of my life and the human bonding experience or I could love it and abuse it the way I wanted to and with whomever I felt like fucking.
If the tears could come, I would have welcomed them with open arms but my eyes remained dry. It was hard to cry when they’d all been used up during my teenage years. Another wasted emotion . . . regret. There was nothing to feel guilty about. If it were true then I would accept what I’d done and live with it. I couldn’t change the past now anymore than I could transform the sky from blue to black.
Shortly after I dried off and towel dried my hair, I pinned it up with hair clip, quickly applied lotion and slipped into a black cami and short pajama set. I walked downstairs and paused mid-way as I heard Max and Rasmus talking to one another.