Page 69 of Fatal Scheme

At the same time, I spit into my free hand and wrap it around Tyson’s cock, squeezing as I jerk them both, watching as they slowly lose their inhibitions due to how good I make them feel.

I’m holding their pleasure in the palm of my hands, and that thought alone has me clenching my thighs together, the wetness pooling and dripping down my legs at a rapid pace.

“Open.” Tyson fists my ponytail harder, pulling my head until his tip waits at my lips, and I follow his command, allowing him to slide into my mouth at a punishing pace.

He’s thrusting so hard that I can barely keep up, but finally he slows, pushing my head further down until I’m at eye-level with his balls.

Without hesitation, I dart my tongue out, trailing it along his sensitive skin and he roars in pleasure, the sound echoing around the shower walls.

“Suck them, Principessina. He’ll lose his fucking mind,” Jasper offers, and I do exactly as he suggests, sucking one into my mouth and swirling my tongue around for good measure.

Sure enough, Tyson’s leg muscles clench, and he lets a stream of curse words fly from his lips as I switch to the other one, the feeling of causing him to come undone flooding my veins with heat.

“Fuck, baby girl.” Tyson grits through his teeth, pulling me back as he slowly strokes his cock and pushes me toward Jasper.

“Take him all the way,” he says gruffly, his voice strained as he tries to hold back on finishing too soon, but the vein in his forehead bulges like he’s dancing along the edge, ready to explode at any second.

Before I can even prepare with a deep breath, Jasper plunges into the back of my throat, and I gag around him, unable to stop the reaction from my body as I work to adjust to his length.

“That’s my girl, fucking choke on it,” he rasps, the firmness in his voice shaking me to my core as I work to do my best for him, swallowing around his cock just like he taught me until a guttural moan rips through his chest.

Without warning, he rips out of my mouth, his cock pulsing as he strokes around the tip, holding my head in place while he works himself up to the edge.

“Don’t you waste a single drop, my pretty little cumwhore,” he grunts, and I stick my tongue out in response, my gaze meeting his icy silver eyes.

Seconds later, Tyson joins in, both of them jerking off directly in my face, but I fucking relish in this moment, knowing that I’m the person who gets them off, the one who holds their release in every move I make.

Jasper finishes first, thick ropes of his cum landing on my tongue and lips, but I don’t dare move, not until Tyson coats me with his, too. I want to taste them both, and it doesn’t take long as he watches me struggle, the short swallows getting stuck in my throat while I breathe through my nose.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He accentuates his words with his release, each drop landing in a perfect puddle in the middle of my tongue, until he mushes his tip in the center, making a fucking mess as I swallow around him, taking him deep one last time as their salty release slips down my throat with ease.

“I fucking love you both,” I choke out as they slip their arms through mine, guiding me toward the spray of the water as my legs regain the ability to move.

“You were made for us, Principessina.”

“You did so good, Carter. So damn good.”

They both praise and care for me in their own ways, all of it like music to my ears as I drown in their love, compliments, and worship.

The bliss can only last so long, though, because Ellie is on the other side of that door, a harsh reminder that the war doesn’t stop just because we confessed our feelings, or have a strong desire to run away from it all.

We need to defeat our enemies, some of whom may be family, but I have the utmost confidence that whatever is thrown at us next, is nothing we can’t handle.

Naturally, I’m always doing something.

Whether that be planning, carrying out an operation, or healing from the backlash of a run in with my father, but lately, there’s been nothing.

They say idle hands are the devil’s playground, and I sure as shit have been feeling the spirit of Satan coursing through my veins because we’re at a standstill, and the boys are getting restless.

It’s been three weeks since the incident with Ellie, and although we confirmed her story to be true, it didn’t lead to any new information.

Unsurprisingly, no loose ends were left untied that could prove the Masseria patriarch was behind the order, or witnesses to back up our claims.

Jasper has been pacing like a caged animal, making calls to build alliances, luring men into our corner before the coup, and keeping a stoic poker face when it comes to handling the business side of things with his father.

Tyson, on the other hand, is following the money and phone calls, hoping a smoking gun will fall into his lap, but after hours spent behind the screen, it’s become another waste of time.

It’s fallen on my shoulders to maintain the peace, and although it sounds difficult, I find that stripping out of my clothes snaps them out of their heads, leaving me to be their literal live-in fuck doll – and I’m not complaining.