The second after Dante pulled out, Angelo dragged me over to him and flipped me onto my back. He rolled his tongue over my aching clit, ripping a whimper from my lips. I arched my back, needing more of his tongue.
He devoured me, taking turns between sucking on my clit and licking between my folds. I gripped the ends of his black hair and pulled, screaming his name. He lifted my thigh and dropped it over his shoulder, sliding two fingers inside me to coat his fingers with cum.
When I screamed again, Stefan was in front of me, shoving his dick between my lips.
Angelo peeked at me from between my thighs, my cum glistening on his lips. He gave me one of his sadistic smiles that would have terrified other women. Then he ravaged me, tasting me as if he would never eat again.
As I hit the peak of my climax, Stefan wrapped his long fingers around my throat and squeezed. His legs trembled, and then his cum filled my mouth a moment later.
He pulled out and wiped his thumb across my bottom lip. “Swallow all of me.”
Angelo climbed on top of me and sucked my nipple into his mouth. He bit and played with the tiny bud for a second, and then he was straddling my head, pushing his cock into my mouth. His lips parted as our eyes met, forcing me to take all of him.
So I sucked, ignoring the pain as he gripped my hair like he wanted to rip it from my scalp.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
I gagged with him so far down my throat, and he seemed to get the hint that he was fucking my mouth like a savage.
“Suck my cock, dirty girl.” Angelo tugged on the ends of my hair. “Oh, fuck. You’re so good at that.”
I opened my mouth wide as he shot his cum on my tongue, some dripping down my chin. He slid down my body, and with a sick grin, he licked my lips.
Even though I wanted him to kiss me, he didn’t. Angelo continued his slow exploration of my lips and chin, lapping up our cum.
And then he surprised me by saying, “I missed you,dolcezza.”
ChapterFourteen
DANTE
Getting shot changes a lot of shit. It gave me a new perspective on life and a different way of viewing myself and the world. Of course, the doctor wasn’t thrilled about me leaving the hospital without medical clearance. But when you’re Dante Luciano and run this fucking city, you can do whatever you want.
So the doc would come to us.
He was our new employee.
The five of us entered my penthouse and headed straight into the kitchen. My place was an open concept with bedrooms on the first and second floors and a large patio overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.
I loved my apartment.
This was the only place where I felt at peace, apart from the casino floor. I could lower my guard inside these walls and not worry about keeping up appearances.
I pointed my finger at the barstool and gestured for Ava to sit. Stefan was faster than me and pulled out the stool for her.
Ava sat between Angelo and Stefan. There was no separating the three of them. Despite not wanting to share with my brothers, I had no choice. I was stuck with this ridiculous arrangement.
Until death do us part.
Nico moved behind me as I opened the refrigerator, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Let me cook, Dante.”
I shook off his hand. “I’m fully capable of making a meal for us.”
“No one said you’re not. But you need to take it easy.” His hand slid to my upper back in some weird ass motion meant to soothe me, but it only pissed me off more. “Let me do this.”
“No.” I walked away from him and placed the carton of eggs on the counter. “Sit.”
“You’re going to rip out your stitches.” He flung out his hand, nostrils flared. “None of you were supposed to leave the fucking hospital. But you think you know better than the doctors.”
