“Even if he has one, it’s still Condotti’s men who came after Bianca,” he says. I nod my head. He's not telling me anything I didn't already know. He's just changing the subject. I can tell he's still thinking about what I told him. It got to him, and I'm damn glad it did.
“Yeah, and they wouldn’t know shit about the Russo’s safe house if Vittoro didn’t have a mole in his crew,” I add.
“The sooner Vittoro takes control of all three territories, the better it’ll be for everyone,” he says, leaning back some and looking off into the forest.
“Since when did Vittoro or anyone ever mention wanting to take over Condotti’s piece of the pie?”
“My gut’s telling me that this stopped being a turf war for Galanti’s territory the second that prick Condotti sent his men after Bianca. War was coming, Damon.” He looks away from me as he adds, “That’s where we should be. Fuck, we were built for that shit.”
I shake my head and tell him, “Do me a favor. Stop focusing on Vittoro’s war and start paying attention to the job he gave us.”
I’m not falling for this crap misdirect to avoid where our talk was first heading. He may be itching to bust some heads from Condotti’s camp, but I won’t fuel his hostility and all-around lust for brawling. Returning to the front door, I turn to him. “Going back to what we were just talking about… just know that I’m not gonna let you hold me back anymore,” I say calmly and return inside to my laptop. A pain grows in my chest as I turn my back on him and let the screen door shut behind me. I had to tell him. He needs to change and show her that he wants her just as much.
Whether war is coming or not, I’ve got a woman to protect.
We've got a woman to take care of.
Chapter 20
Bianca
“How have they been treating you, princess?” Uncle Vit’s cold voice crackles over the line. He’s called to check on me. Initially, I was happy to hear his voice. I can't deny that I want to know he's alright. Now I can’t wait to get off the phone with him.
I pause before I answer, my heart thumping in my chest. It’s the second time he’s asked me this question in the last five minutes. A feeling of panic tightens my throat as I struggle to respond. It’s almost as if he knows. Why else ask me a question I’d already answered?
“Fine,” I say shortly when I finally find my voice. I don’t want to talk in long sentences. I don’t want him to hear my guilt. “Just fine.”
Relax, I tell myself. You’re just being paranoid. There’s no way he can know. There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“Of course not!” I do my best to sound outraged, hoping I don’t betray how frightened I truly am. Everyone knows they share women. At least the girls I've talked to do. I can't help the anxiety pumping through my blood that Uncle Vit found out. There’s another long pause. “Okay. As long as my princess is being treated well, I’m happy. Just hang in there a little while longer and then you can come home.”
“Thank you, Uncle Vit.”
The line goes dead and I let out a long sigh of relief, my tense muscles finally easing. I hope he doesn’t call back for a very long time.
“How’d it go?” Maddox asks me. My eyes are drawn over to him. He’s lying in the bed with his shirt off, his eyes glued to my face. Damon is out of sight, purposely giving me alone time with Maddox I think. Maddox’s the one who encouraged me to talk to my uncle so he didn’t think anything was wrong. I’m not sure if it was a good idea. I also don't like hiding this. I hate lying.
“I think he knows,” I reply, pushing the hair out of my face and hoping that I'm wrong. “It's hard lying to him.” Maddox scowls. “You should’ve told him hell yeah; they treat me double good.” I huff out a laugh even though the look on his face says it’s not a joke. “Yeah, and I’d be signing both of your death warrants if I did that.”
Maddox shrugs. “We're already dead men if you ask me.”
My heart skips a beat at his callous tone. “Don’t say that!”
Maddox is grim-faced with sad eyes. “It’s the truth.” Something's changed in him. He's not avoiding me, he's not angry. But he's defeated. I fucking hate it.
“It’s not!” I say, shaking my head; my voice comes out with such resolve that I believe it. For a moment. But the pain in my chest tells me otherwise. My uncle won't listen to me. The moment he finds out, he'll see it as a betrayal and disrespect to our familia.
A part of me doesn’t want to believe that he’d do it. But remembering the cold look that frequently haunts my uncle’s eyes, the other part of me knows he’d have no qualms ordering a hit on Maddox and Damon for crossing him. Seeing the anguish playing out on my face, Maddox's features soften and he pats the space beside him. “Get over here.”
I consider resisting and making him tell me that he believes me. That he'll fight for me. But that means so much more and if he doesn't, I know it'll crush me.
My feet move on their own as he pats the bed again. I can’t deny him even if I wanted to. Consequences be damned.
I try to get the pout off my lips as I climb into the bed, but it won't give. Maddox’s eyes are on me every step of the way. My nipples harden beneath his hungry gaze and easily show through the flimsy material of my tank top.
He pulls me into him as soon as I’m in the bed, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. His fingertips barely brush my nipples, and my pussy clenches.
When I don’t look his way, he hooks a hand beneath my chin and forces me to look at him. “Do you really think I would let your uncle kill me?” he asks in almost a whisper. My heart skips a beat as his eyes pierce mine. They’re so intense.
Slowly, I shake my head. “No, but it’s not like you can dodge a bullet or run.”
“No, but I’m more than capable of protecting myself… and you.” Maddox squeezes me gently. “But you shouldn’t worry your pretty little head about me, honey bee. Everything's going to be alright.”
I want to believe him. But his words lack conviction, as if he’s just telling me what I want to hear so I won’t panic.
“I want you to stop worrying about it, okay?” Maddox says, his eyes looking straight into mine. It's a command.
Even though I know he’s trying to distract me, it’s hard not to be persuaded by him. My body is practically on fire from being so close. “Yes,” I say, my voice scarcely above a whisper.
He kisses my forehead. “That’s my little mafia princess.”
I roll my eyes with exasperation. “Oh God.”
Maddox huffs out a laugh at my scowl. “You know I’m just kidding, honey bee.”
Staring into Maddox’s smiling face, a feeling of warmth flows through my chest. I love when Maddox is like this, open and playful, and not displaying the icy cold side he seems to turn on at a moment’s notice. If we could all get on the same page, this could work out. My throat closes at the thought. I know what I want, but I'm too chickenshit to ask. I'm too afraid to whisper the words and be denied with them leaving me. Maybe if I never say it out loud, we can just hold on to this.
I care about… them. I just want to be sure that the feeling is mutual. I think it is. I feel like it is. We have this crazy connection, all three of us, but at times I feel like all this could suddenly just fall apart, blow away like a leaf in the wind.
A silence falls between us, the grin slowly fading from Maddox’s face. All I can hear is the sound of our heartbeats beating in tandem.
“Is this real?” I blurt suddenly.
“Is what real?” Maddox asks. I gesture at his chest. “You know. You. Me. Damon. Us.” A lump forms in my throat as I look up into his gorgeous eyes. I suck in a breath and spit out my biggest fear. “This isn’t some sort of threesome fling to you, is it?”
Maddox doesn’t immediately respond, and looks away instead. A feeling of dread presses down on my chest. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that question. I should have just been grateful to feel so protected... to feel loved,
even if it wasn't real.
But when he turns back to look at me, I see complete sincerity in his eyes. “This is more real than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”
My heart soars at his words. It’s hard to believe them. But I can’t deny the truth in his eyes. “How can you be so sure?” I ask, my voice tense and full of the fear I've been trying to hide. I turn to my right as Damon walks into the room, a curious look on his face as his eyes dart from me to Maddox.
I hear the door creak shut and Damon asks, “Be sure of what?”
I’ve never felt so closed in and trapped before. Laying my feelings out on the line and having both men stare me down, waiting for a response, I answer in a whisper, “This… us.” Damon’s eyes flash with something so possessive my body freezes, like I'm nothing more than prey caught in the eyes of a hunter.
“Because…” Maddox places a hand behind my neck and pulls me close to his face, “of this.” His lips crush against mine, leaving me breathless.
I nearly jump in Maddox’s embrace as Damon comes up from behind me, gripping my hips and nibbling my ear. “I'm damn sure it’s real, Bianca,” Damon says with his lips narrowly brushing against the shell of my ear.
I break the kiss with Maddox, reaching my arm around Damon’s neck and taking his lips with mine. It’s odd feeling Maddox’s lips on my neck, and my doubts skyrocket, not knowing if I’m giving him enough attention. I wonder if I can be enough for both of them. I can barely handle them separately, but together… Maddox’s lips nibble down my neck and the slight pinch of his bites is directly connected to my clit. My nipples instantly pebble and I have to pull away from Damon, moaning my pleasure into the air. My eyes are closed and his lips press against my mouth once more.
Damon’s… I don’t have to open my eyes to know for sure. Maddox is moving down my body and not-so-slowly peeling the clothes from my body and exposing my hot skin to the cool air.
The second I lose the feeling of Maddox being in front of me, accompanied by my pajama pants being ripped down along with my thong, Damon’s hand is on my pussy, rubbing at my clit and then traveling down along my lips to my hot entrance.
This time he’s the one to pull away from me. “She’s already soaked,” Damon says, pulling my back into his hard chest. My head rests against his shoulder as I open my eyes, breathing in quick pants. Maddox is on his knees beside me on the bed, his mouth parted with an intense stare at my pussy.
He’s so close. A violent blush heats my chest and moves up to my cheeks. I nearly pull away from him, but Damon wraps his arm around me and places his other hand on my thigh, both holding me in place and spreading my legs wider for Maddox. He takes a long languid lick of my pussy that makes my legs tremble.
“Does she taste like honey, too?” Damon asks Maddox. Oh God. Fuck me. I fucking love how he’s talking to Maddox. Like I’m not able to listen, or like they own me. Like they can do what they want to me.
“So fucking sweet.” Maddox doesn’t even pull away as he answers, and the vibrations from his words nearly make me cum.
As I peer at Damon, his eyes flickering with heat, Maddox leans forward and tastes me again. The tip of his tongue prods my entrance and his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to him as he spears into me. My shoulders hunch forward as much as I can with Damon holding me still as a strangled moan is ripped from my throat. My nails scratch lightly at Maddox’s shoulders and then his scalp as my fingers tangle in his hair.
He’s teasing me. I need more. Damon chuckles behind me, a deep rough sound that vibrates his chest. He rocks his dick into my ass and whispers, “I’m going to cum in here tonight.” That gets Maddox’s attention and he stops, pulling away from me and making me whimper.
“Tell me where I’m going to cum tonight,” Damon says as Maddox rises and strips out of his clothes. His muscles ripple and his movements seem slow and deliberate. As if he knows I’m watching.
“Tell me, honey bee,” Damon’s words are soft and taunting as he strums my clit with one hand and grips my hip with the other.
“In my ass,” I manage to get the words out and this time it’s Maddox that chuckles at my response. I watch him climb on the bed and feel Damon’s smile against my cheek. “That’s right,” Damon whispers.
He releases me and smacks my bare ass, pushing me toward the bed. My legs are wobbly with nerves and I swallow as I try to steady myself. I don’t have to though, Maddox is quick to pull me exactly how he wants me on the bed, bringing my naked chest to his and laying me on top of him.
He’s not gentle. He’s demanding and devours my lips, my jaw, my neck. Kissing, licking and sucking. His knees move beneath me and I gasp as he spreads my legs wider.
Damon climbs behind me after grabbing something from the nightstand and presses against my shoulders, pushing me closer to Maddox. The prodding and foreplay are nothing compared to the girth of Damon’s dick.
I jump at the slick cool touch of Damon’s fingers covered in lube as Maddox pushes his cock against the entrance to my pussy. I try to pull back some, but Maddox holds me close to him. “Give him room, honey bee.” Maddox says it like it’s easy to do, to let two men take me at once.
My head falls and my breathing comes in frantic pants as I look down at Maddox. I’m caught in his stare, the look in his eyes. I stare deep into the green eyes shining back at me, and there’s something I’ve never seen from him before. He must sense it, and it’s gone in a flash, but I saw it. Vulnerability.
Before I can think more on it, he pulls me closer, crushing his lips against mine and slowly pushing the head of his dick inside of me. All the while, Damon slowly pushes his finger inside of my ass.
“Push back,” Damon says behind me and I listen to him although the stinging pain begs me to tense my body and pull away. His finger easily slides deeper inside of me, pumping in and out and making my body heat. My head thrashes from side to side and my eyes close tight. There’s still a tight sting but I want to move, the sensation so foreign and hot all at the same time.
Damon curves his finger and I instantly feel the sensation spread to my pussy. Oh fuck! The second I feel it, Maddox slams into me and my mouth falls open, my eyes wide and staring down at him. My body feels limp and numb for a split second and then a wave of heated pleasure flows through every inch of me.
Maddox isn't gentle in the least as he bucks his hips over and over again. My back bows and begs me to sit up, but I can’t. Damon's holding me immobile behind him and Maddox's arm is wrapped around my back, pinning me against his chest.
My head whips around over my shoulder as Damon steadies a hand on my back and pushes the head of his dick against my puckered hole.
Maddox grips my throat and pulls me toward him, my lips almost touching his as he slows his pace. As Damon pushes in me from behind, Maddox kisses me. My mouth stays open as he nips my lips gently.
I whimper as Damon slides deeper and deeper in. He rubs soothing circles on my back as he gives me gentle words of encouragement. “Almost there, honey bee.” His voice is strained.
I can’t breathe or move, my body tense as he pushes himself all the way in. The second he’s fully seated inside of me, he grabs my chin, forcing me to arch my back as he kisses me. His tongue dances with mine and Maddox sucks my nipple into his mouth. Both men are now inside me, overwhelming me with their combined touch.
I moan as Damon moves in and out of me, Maddox still inside of me and swirling his tongue around my hardened peaks. I take in a desperate gasp of air and try to swallow. It’s so much. Nearly too much. They’re too much.
My fingers claw at the bedding as Damon moves easier and easier and I feel the pressure more and more in my pussy. Soon my whimpers turn to moans, and the pleasure stirs deep in my belly.
They move in sync with each other, one pushed to the hilt inside of me while the other is nearly all the way out. My body begs me to move away, every inch of my skin on fire, my breath refusing to come to me. My head lashes from side to side against Maddo
x’s chest until his large hand presses down on the side of my face and holds me still against him.
“I can’t,” the words leave me in a cracked voice. It’s too much. I can’t. My pleasure is climbing too high. So high I know the crash will be too much, too intense and overwhelming.
“You can,” Maddox says before kissing my hair. “Cum for us,” he whispers and as if that’s his cue, Damon picks up his pace and suddenly they’re both filling me together, pressed to the hilt and then leaving me empty and begging for more.
My mouth falls open with a silent scream as my pussy spasms. My body blazes to life in a fraction of a second, the pleasure scorching my skin as I scream out, my lungs emptying but refusing to fill.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my body, unrelenting and merciless. The bed groans and protests as Damon and Maddox race for their own releases, riding through my orgasm and no longer caring if they’re moving in and out of me in time with one another or not.
My body jostles with each hard pump, but I can’t respond verbally. The pleasure has fully taken over and there’s no part of me left untouched by the two of them.
Damon cums deep inside of me, his dick filling me, and I feel it all.
Maddox’s thrusts pick up in pace and my head lolls to the side as my body ignites with another wave of pleasure, rocking through my body with such an intensity that my toes curl and my body freezes. In this moment I have no control, and I'm paralyzed by my release.
I don’t breathe.
I almost can’t bear it, the pleasure coming in slowly dimming waves, each slightly less intense. Slowly I regain control, only to feel Maddox pulsing inside of me, taking me just as Damon had. My cheeks heat as I suck in a breath and press my head deeper into Maddox's chest.
Damon groans in the crook of my neck, leaning his chest against my back, and his hot breath makes a chill run down my spine. It takes a moment for our breathing to calm and for me to come down from the high I was on. Maybe more than a moment, but exhaustion sets in almost immediately, making my body feel heavy as Damon kisses my shoulder and gently pulls out of me. Warm wetness immediately leaks down my upper thighs and I can’t help the smile on my face.
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