Twisted Devotion to My Mafia Kings

Nine

Dominic

This was torture. It was ecstasy. It was electric and overstimulating. I didn't want it to stop. Feeling the heat of her skin on mine, the rough grasp of Nico stroking my c**k. It was too much and somehow not enough. I threw my head back against the wall as I thrust my hips into his touch.

I watched with hooded eyes as her eyes dilated. She was as turned on as I was. As we all were. Her hands trembled, and I knew it wasn't fear. It was adrenaline. It was interest. It was lust that was flooding her system and infiltrating every cell, every muscle, every synapse in her brain.

"You want to touch my c**k too, Pretty girl?" I rasped out.

She bit her lip and her eyes drifted down to watch. I needed more. Nico needed more. This alluring and addicting woman needed more. We needed privacy. I looked up and down the hallway. The couple that had been exploring and playing just down the hallway had vanished. We were alone, but I knew we wouldn't be soon. As the night dragged along, more and more people would venture up to this floor.

Nico withdrew his hand from my pants and I had a hard time letting go of the little minx hips. They were a perfect fit for my hands. Curvy, full. I could feel the muscle and strength she had. The edges of my pants splayed open, letting the bulge of my c**k sit free and unrestricted.

Quick as lightning, I grabbed her thighs and lifted her against me. Her thighs wrapped around my waist and feeling the weight of her against me pulled a groan from my lips. I walked down the hall with her in my arms and Nico strutting behind me. He was calm and collected, and it made no sense to me. How could he feel so put together when I felt like I was ripping apart at the seams just to get a taste of this mystery girl. He always had a level of control I could never possess. That's why he was in charge. It was why he was the boss. I turned my head and looked at Nico. The only tell he had that he was feeling any of this overpowering lust was the heat in his eyes. The usual blue irises were nearly black. There was a question in my eyes. Room or office?

There were moments when it felt like we could read each other's minds. We always operated on the same level. One of us always knowing what the other needed and wanted. It's what made us an amazing duo. It's what made us an amazing pair. It's why we worked so well together.

Nico winked at me and continued walking, towards the end of the hall where one of the largest rooms stood. One without a viewing window and plenty of supplies. We wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon, and I had a feeling our little monster would regret her choice to tempt the Devils of Boston by the end of the night. Her fingers caressed my shoulders and up to the nape of my neck, playing with the soft curls of my hair. Her lips pressed onto my jaw. Her teeth nipped my earlobe. She explored wherever she could reach, and I had to suppress a shiver of pleasure. It felt so good having her mouth on me.

When we got to the room, Nico opened the door and locked it behind us, placing the key on the table by the door. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt before slowly working his way down. Teasing. He had a playful glint in his eye as the woman I was holding in my grasp paused her exploration of my neck to watch with a look of interest.

She unlatched her legs from my hips and I wanted to growl like a f*****g animal at the loss of her heat and weight against me. I reached for her, and she backed up a step with a smirk on her face.

"I have rules." Her voice was sultry and strong. She was a powerhouse. I could tell just from looking at her, but I also could see from the way she watched those people, the way she caved to my touch, to Nicos words, that she was completely and hopelessly submissive to a fault. She just needed the right person to bring out that softer side of her.

"Oh? And what might those rules be, pretty little devil?" Nico rasped. His chest was bare and the line of dark hair that trailed from his chest down his hips was exposed. His tattoos were a stark contrast to his olive-colored skin. I stalked over to him and stood in her line of sight. I continued my prowl. Stalking her like she was my prey. She stood still, but her head followed my every move.

"No names. No attachments," she started.

I pulled her hair off of her shoulder as I stepped behind her and whispered in her ear. "No names? How will we know what to call out when you're writhing in pleasure beneath us? When you're straddling our faces while we lick your p***y to completion?"

Her mouth dropped open in a gasp and her delicious thighs clenched together. Such a pretty mouth. The sound sent a jolt straight to my c**k and I rubbed along my length. Oh, she was turned on, alright. I was going to have so much fun with her.

"Next rule," Nico said, breaking the connection I held with her.

"My mask stays on. No exceptions." I furrowed my brows. That was an odd request, but I had no objections to that. Nico nodded in agreement. "I also need my phone within reach."

Nico shook his head, but she put her hands on her hips.

"That is a non-negotiable. I absolutely have to have it"

"Surely you understand why we can't allow you to have your phone available. I don't know about you, but I don't really want to deal with any backlash if you decide to record or blackmail me later with whatever photos you've taken." She rolled her eyes as if that was a preposterous situation. We learned real quick that when women realize the power and money we both possess, they tend to get creative with their ploys to insert themselves into our lives. Those people never come out on the winning side.

"I would never. But to prove my point, look at this," she said and held out her arm across her chest, and I saw the little white box attached to her arm. My fingers caressed it and found it stuck against her skin. "It monitors my blood sugar. If it's too low or too high, I will get an alert. I don't think you want to deal with a dead woman or..."

"You're sick?" I asked and she shook her head. I don't know why, but the thought of this woman being sick or hurt made me feel feral.

"No. I have diabetes. I understand if that changes things and you've changed your minds. But those are my rules. No names. Masks stays on, and I need my phone close at all times."

Nico approached her and grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. He ground his hips against her, and she threw her head back. It landed against my chest as I trapped her between us.

"You sure you want to make a deal with the devil? Once we start, there is no going back. You're playing a dangerous game. You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," she breathed, and the tether holding his control together snapped and Nico lunged, his mouth connecting with hers.