by TL Reeve
She shook her head and clenched her fist. “Not true, hijo de puta. I just don’t do labels.” Bella faced Duncan, remembering to keep her gaze down. “Sometimes I crave the hardness of a man’s body, the power behind his cock as he fucks me. Other times, I enjoy the soft touches and caresses of a woman as we come together. Either way, male or female, I enjoy the closeness of a shared experience.”
He blinked. Bella eloquently explaining her wants had been impressive, and the earlier fears he had about her disappeared. Anyone with that outlook would have absolutely no issues about what they saw, heard, or experienced tonight. With Bella content, he turned his attention to Enzo. The normally chatty guy had been relatively quiet as they moved around the club. It worried him, because right now he couldn’t get a read off the boy. Enzo shifted, and he saw the young man cup his bulging dick, giving it a hearty squeeze. If nothing else, this place was turning the other man on.
Duncan left the best for last, knowing what he was going to show them could be a bit more intense. Guiding the siblings, he explained what they were about to see. “The viewing rooms are for those looking for something specific while allowing others to participate by simply watching.”
In the first room, the couple was already deep into their scene. “Would you like to stay or leave?”
Enzo blinked several times and scrunched up his face, not in disgust, but curiosity. “What the hell?”
Duncan cocked his head, taking in the couple on the couch. Pegging. It was an interesting dynamic, but not for him though. The woman had the man on his back, his legs pushed out, opening him wide while fucking him in long, strong thrusts.
“The position is referred to as The Amazon.” He glanced at Enzo, who continued to watch with interest. “As you can see, it’s the woman who controls the speed and force of the fucking.”
“Have you ever—”
Duncan chuckled. “No. I don’t bottom. Ever.”
Bella kept her eyes on the show and asked, “Would you?”
“No. Some guys are switches. Meaning they can do bottom or top. That’s just not who or what I am. I like to be in control at all times,” he admitted.
“Es bonito,” Enzo said so softly that he wondered if the other man meant to speak out loud.
“Sí,” Bella replied, her voice even huskier than normal.
They remained, not because he wanted to, but because the siblings were grossly interested in the couple fucking. And even though Dommes weren’t his thing, Duncan did enjoy watching the couple work toward finding their release. The woman collapsed on top of the man, who caressed her back while they snuggled together on the couch.
Both Enzo and Bella’s expressions were a combination of shock and desire. Bella licked her lips, and he thought about her being on her knees while he fed her his cock. Enzo, after giving his sister an odd look, reached down, squeezing his dick.
Duncan wondered, not for the first time, if he was missing something between the siblings. Being the ‘in control’ man he was, the fact that he didn’t know or couldn’t figure it out on his own was irritating, to say the least. “Would you like to move on?”
Enzo’s gaze found his, and he croaked. “Yes.”
They made their way down the hallway, weaving in and out of the areas with open doors to allow visitors. The last room they walked in was a goldmine. A ménage with two men and a woman. It was pretty obvious they’d just started their scene. The woman was stretched out on the bed, one man buried between her legs to eat her out, while the other played with her nipples.
Duncan gestured to the row of chairs placed along the back wall. “We can sit, if you’d like.”
They watched the scene as if it were a living entity. The participants’ movements were fluid and in-sync. Both men slid off the bed and strode over to the basket resting on the small side table. Duncan knew what was in the basket—an array of condoms and several different bottles of lube.
The sight of Paul joining them surprised Duncan. He’d specifically requested to be left alone for the evening, which he rarely did. If Paul was showing up, something must have happened.
“I’m sorry for the intrusion, Master Duncan, but Master Thomas is here with urgent news. I brought Mr. Omar with me.” He motioned to the lumbering meathead. “To guide Bella and Enzo back to your apartment.”
Shit. Duncan sighed. “Please let Master Thomas know I’ll be right there. I’ll be escorting my subs back to my apartment.” He stood then and held his hands out to Enzo and Bella. “Come along, you two.”
“This blows. The scene was getting good,” Enzo whispered.
Indeed, it had been. Not only had both men grabbed several packets of lube and condoms, but they’d also brought a handful of toys meant to torture and arouse their subbie spread eagle on the bed. “Next time.”
They stepped out into the hall and made their way back to the elevator. The tension surrounding all of them could have drowned Duncan. It was burning hot. The flush of excitement on both Bella and Enzo’s faces had him tempted to show them where his toys were located so each of them could release some of their pent up arousal.
When they arrived at their floor, Duncan stayed on the elevator while Omar, Bella, and Enzo stepped off. Omar glanced back at him. “You good?”
Duncan nodded. “I’ll need you tomorrow morning, say around 9. Would you mind bringing breakfast?” He reached for his wallet only to have Omar lift his hand.
“Still got change from the hundred you gave me the other day.” Omar started for the door where Bella and Enzo stood. “Night.”
“Same to you.”
Duncan pressed the L button on the elevator and waited for the doors to close. He let out a pent-up breath. His mind was spinning. Being close to both Enzo and Bella and seeing where their kink interests lay drove him insane. They were so fucking curious. They hadn’t batted an eye when it came with scenes performed almost directly in their faces, nor had they been put off by pegging. He couldn’t wait to play with both of them, if that day ever came.
When the doors to the elevator opened, Duncan went in search of Thomas, who’d been waiting in one of the small alcoves. When he didn’t see AJ or Scotty, he gave his friend a curious glance. Wasn’t like Thomas to go to a club without his better halves.
“Before you ask, they’re playing. I told Scotty to prep AJ for us.” Thomas glanced at his watch. “I suspect they’re fucking by now.”
Duncan laughed. “Ya horny bastard.”
“Same could be said for you. When Paul told me where you were, I was momentarily knocked speechless.”
“Fuck off.” Duncan laughed. “Lapse of judgement is all. Won’t happen again.”
“And bringing them to the club?” Thomas cocked a brow. “I’m sure both of them will be suffering tonight.”
He believed the same. “So, what happened at the meeting?”
“Those damn kids are impressive.” Thomas grabbed the crystal tumbler in front of him and swirled the contents. “They dove deep for us.”
“Good intel?”
“Better than what we imagined.” Thomas took a sip of his drink. “It seems there’s a connection after all. Marybeth and Valerie are thick as thieves. It appears Valerie’s father is not only the city attorney but also the attorney for the Gunther FLDS sect out of El Dorado. Moreover, it also appears precious Valerie has been screwing the mayor.”
“Of Virginia Beach?”
“The one and only. Apparently, Mr. Haygood has an affinity for young girls and rape, though none of it can be proved, even with the incident reports. He also has three illegitimate kids too, one of which was a result of a rape that occurred twenty-three years ago while he was in college. One of the illegitimate kids is only six years old. Also, it seems Miss Valerie enjoys streaming her and Mayor Haygood’s sexcapades on Onlyfans.”
Duncan sat back, gobsmacked by what Thomas said. “Run that by me again?”
“Oh, it gets better, my friend. It also seems OPUS Inc is paying Marybeth and Val
erie hefty little sums of money every month. Before I arrived here, I received a phone call from Bronx. They found a set of deposits in Valerie’s father’s account as well.”
Shit. Duncan sat there for a moment, taking in the information. “I’m afraid to ask my next question. Is there anything else?”
“Yes,” Thomas answered. “OPUS is connected to either Pueblo or Los Trios. Alé and the team are digging into it and hope to have an answer for us on Monday as to whom it belongs to.”
“Give a kid a computer...”
Thomas laughed before taking another drink. “Too true, my friend. I also have a request. I know you’re busy here with Enzo and Bella, but can I get you to check on something for me?”
“Shoot.”
“Sasha’s parents, Arlo and Delfia Torres, have fallen on some hard times and their home is up for foreclosure. See if you can find out why. It appears the girl hangs out with Marybeth and Valerie because she’s on scholarship to the high school. From what I could find, their finances went down considerably in the last year and a half. Their home is a doublewide on an acre of property, so not worth more than fifty or sixty thousand at most.”
“Let me guess, Valerie’s parents oversee who receives the scholarships as well, and you think the two are connected?”
Thomas tapped the side of his nose. “The more information these kids dig up, the more questions are left dangling in the wind.”
“Speaking of Pueblo and Los Trios,” Duncan said. “While I was in Virginia Beach for our meeting yesterday, I decided to drive by Miss Bexley’s apartment. She wasn’t home yet. I suspect she must have been with Alé and them, but I did happen to take a quick peek at her mail. She had several delinquency notices in her box, including one from the manager from the apartment. Not only does it appear everyone has abandoned Bexley, but Raul isn’t paying for upkeep either.”
Thomas cursed under his breath. “I’ll let Mateo and Noah know.”
Duncan grunted. “Maybe we can press the kids to get her to move in with them prematurely?”
“Might end up blowing their mission though.”
Duncan scrubbed his chin. “True. However, she’s currently being pushed into a corner she can’t get out of.”
“Again, correct. I’ll talk it over with AJ and Scotty then bring the idea to Jamie and Asher. If they’re good with it, then we’ll give Alé a new objective.” Thomas finished his drink and stood. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve given AJ and Thomas enough time to prep.”
Duncan chuckled. “Have fun.”
“You should too.” Thomas glanced back at Duncan. “With at least one of them.”
Little did he know, Duncan already had.
Chapter Six
Bella pushed into the apartment first, Enzo hot on her heels.
Those scenes. The debauched way those people gyrated and screamed. The cries of passion. The sounds of moans, reciprocated gratification. It was foreign. Confusing. The juxtaposition of the couples—the Doms and subs—turned her on and left her aching for relief. Her heart pounded. Her knees grew weak.
Club X wasn’t anything like Raul’s despicable den of iniquity. Mistress Trixie’s establishment held a lightness to it, pulsing with acceptance and a desire to please. It was intoxicating. Bella’s head spun, and her stomach fluttered with arousal. She gazed at Enzo, who appeared as she did, edgy. She took his hand, tugging him farther into the space they called home.
“Papi Chulo...”
“Bella, baby,” Enzo groaned. “I’m trippin’.”
“Me too.” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Nothing like what we’ve ever seen.”
He shook his head. “No. Did you see the way the guy—Both men played with the woman?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She pulled the zipper down on the front of her dress. “I’m not wearing any panties.” She dropped the jumpsuit as she continued to walk backwards.
“Fuck.” Enzo tugged his shirt off first then his pants. “Same. No boxers.” He snatched her to him before she could escape to their bed.
“Fuck me, Enzo. Hard. Now. I can’t wait.”
He spun her around and pushed her onto the bed, laying over the back of her. “You’ve got me in knots. All I’ve been able to think about is you in the bathroom with Duncan this morning. It’s got my mind going in crazy circles.”
“Me? What about you? You sucked his thick cock and didn’t let me watch.” She glared at him from over her shoulder. “Not fair.”
“I think he’s going to let me do it again. Then you can watch us. Promise, hermosa.” He slid his palm down her spine while widening her stance with his thighs.
Enzo teased her with the tip of his cock, circling her clit over and over again. It was maddening. Exciting. She groaned, going down to her forearms. She fisted the sheet below her, anchoring herself. When he entered her, he didn’t stop until he was balls deep. Bella cried out, arching to him. It was pleasure-filled pain. He stretched her, forcing her to take him in one go. He pressed his forehead to her back and shuddered.
His pace was erratic.
Dangerous.
Ravenous.
Enzo’s fingertips dug into her hips, and she knew she’d be bruised the by the morning. It turned her on more. It showed his ownership. Pride welled within her. Nobody loved her like her Papi Chulo did. No one ever would. She sank into the sensations zinging through her body, chasing her release. She met Enzo stroke for stroke, frantic to find her pleasure. Her skin was too taut, and the anxious energy building within left her a bit out of sorts. It was intoxicating and heady.
She was lost to it.
“Harder, Papi,” she whined. “More.”
Enzo grunted. “Fuck, hermosa. You’re driving me to the brink.”
“Same,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop.”
Bella dug her nails into Enzo’s thigh, hanging onto him. His hiss of pain drove the pounding lust through her veins. Nothing previous compared to that moment in Duncan’s apartment. She wanted it to last forever, because she knew once the minute ended, they would go back to worrying and fretting over what might happen. She hated it. Hated not being in control of her life. Of what could happen to her. She couldn’t come and go like she wanted, and three weeks was a little much for her. She was going stir crazy. This though... Fuck, she needed this.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Bella screamed at Duncan’s booming voice. Shit. We’re screwed.
He’d been tempted to join Thomas while Scotty and AJ played. Watching the three of them did turn him on, however, after getting a taste of Enzo, he only had eyes for the man. Bella walking in on him threw a wrench in the works too. She was temptation incarnate. He’d crossed a line he wasn’t sure he should when she asked about his tattoo. It would have been so easy to kiss her, to coax out the vixen he knew was inside of her. He’d never been so conflicted in his life.
However, the true test came while they sat in the club, taking in the scenes while he waited for Thomas. Enzo was on the edge of his seat, observing every bit of the power exchange between the Dom and his sub. He was enthralled. Aroused, if the bulge in his pants was any indication, and he wanted a taste of it. Ideas bloomed in Duncan’s mind. The way he’d discipline Enzo. How he’d stand over the man who’d kneel before Duncan, naked and tied up. Shit, Duncan needed to get his head on straight. He had to remember the mission. Thomas needed his help finding info on Sasha’s family, and he couldn’t do that if his thoughts centered on the man behind the door of his apartment.
Sticking his key into the lock, Duncan paused. The sound of hard fucking drifted from one of the rooms. A wry chuckle built in his chest. However, the minute he stepped inside his apartment, he worried he entered the wrong place. The noise coming from behind the screen was a mixture of pleasure and desperation. They were sounds that shouldn’t have come from his apartment, especially because Enzo and Bella were siblings. He dropped his stuff by the door and stormed over to where his
bed was located.
When Bella and Enzo came into view, the scene took his breath away. They were grinding and thrusting together, and a sheen of sweat covered both of them. The noises Enzo made were guttural while Bella’s were soft cries. Both of their naked bodies were canvases covered in tattoos, and the vine of red and white roses followed the curve of Bella’s body. They started at her hip and went to her chest, thirteen in all. Duncan should have been repulsed by the idea of siblings fucking each other, but his aching dick throbbed, renewed by the sight unfolding in front of him.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Anger snapped across his skin. His heart pounded, and his palms itched. He waited for his stomach to turn in revulsion.
“Hermoso!” Enzo pulled out of Bella and stumbled backwards, knocking into the bedside table. He held his hands up, his chest heaving for breath while his fingers trembled. His eyes widened in shock, or was it fear? “It’s not what you think.”
“Sure looks like you’re fucking your sister.” Duncan crossed his arms. “This is incest. What the fuck?”
“No,” Enzo said, shaking his head. “We’re not siblings.”
Duncan popped a brow.
“We’re not blood related. We’re siblings by marriage,” Enzo explained.
Bella grabbed the sheet to cover herself, denying Duncan his first full glimpse of her naked body. Stunned arousal filled her heavy-lidded eyes, and her full lips were swollen from Enzo’s kisses. Her hard nipples pressed against the sheet, tempting Duncan to change course in his anger and bed them both. His attention snapped to Enzo. They weren’t really siblings? Step-siblings? It didn’t make sense. Had he missed it the whole time?
“I don’t know if I should be sick or pissed.”
“I’m sorry,” Enzo muttered. “We-we couldn’t let anyone separate us. I love her, hermoso. I’ve always loved her.”
“So, if you love her then why did you suck my dick?” Anger and jealousy warred within Duncan.