Page 11 of Climbing Everest

Maddox

H oly fuck. This bitch can still kiss. She tastes like heaven and sin and corruption.

She tastes like pain.

I’m not sure whether that was her pain or mine on her tongue and her lips.

All I know is now I want to fight Kato for the right to sleep in her bed tonight.

He got the results back from Nick. Her cunt is clear for action, nothing in her system that will keep us from fucking her until she can barely walk.

After going so long without feeling that tight pussy wrapped around my cock, I’m going to take every opportunity to stuff her until she forgets her own fucking name.

Fuck if I didn’t pick the perfect dress. I can already picture the kind of frilly shit Kato will have her wearing on his days, and Brix…who knows with that giant asshole.

But this one?

Every step she takes reveals those long, toned legs all the way up to her round hips, and her tits are barely covered. There’s side boobage revealed along with the cleavage down the center.

When she moves just right, I catch sight of her hardened nipples. I mean, she could be cold I suppose, but I have a feeling that if I slid my hand between her thighs, her pussy would be wet after that little reunion in her bedroom.

A woman wearing a cream-colored suit stands in the foyer, a binder held to her chest, a briefcase hanging from her left hand.

“You must be Everest,” she says, setting the briefcase down and offering her hand when Everest’s heels clack onto the marble flooring. “I’m Alexa Pappas.”

I smirk as Everest rolls her eyes a second before shaking her hand. “Let me guess – you’re Greek and somehow related to the Antonious’?”

“By marriage, not blood,” Alexa says, not at all insulted by Everest’s question nor her childish facial reaction. “And I guess I would be once removed, since I’m actually divorced. Don’t worry, I can still plan a hell of a wedding.”

“Since when do the Antonious allow divorce?” Everest grumbles as she follows me and Alexa into the living room where Brix and Kato are sprawled on the couch.

Kato is determined that we supervise her every encounter and every moment of the wedding planning in case our little lost lamb decides to sabotage shit or make a run for it.

Not that she would get far with the tracker under her skin.

“Since he was caught and ended up in prison for life without parole. And since I still work for the Family, so not like I’ll be –”

“Alexa,” Kato warns.

“Right. So…” Alexa says, guiding Everest to the open space on the couch between Kato and Brix.

I smile when Everest stands there and looks to each side of Alexa, as though trying to decide whether she wants to sit beside Brix or Kato.

In the past, she might have chosen Brixton, might have plopped right down on his lap so he could wrap his long arms around her and then beckoned Kato and I to squeeze into any empty space.

But yeah…that was the past.

Lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders, Everest sniffs and chooses the side closer to Kato, though there’s still at least a cushion between them on the huge wraparound couch.

“Do you have a vision in mind for your dream wedding?”

“No,” Everest answers, her eyes darting to mine a second before refocusing on Alexa.

For the next two hours, Alexa spreads out brochures and pamphlets of various styles, themes, colors, and the like while Everest sits there shrugging her shoulders and giving monosyllabic answers.

“Either tell her what you want, or I’ll make sure we have the biggest, gaudiest Greek wedding known to mankind,” Kato warns.

“Do whatever the fuck you want. Not like any of us will live through –”

And just like any time she’s tried to talk back to one of us since waking up late this morning, Kato darts forward and wraps his hand around her throat, cutting off her air supply and her ability to speak.

“The only opinion I care to hear from those cock sucking lips is related to the wedding. But if you’d rather not have any input…”

She tries to pull from his grasp, but Kato simply tightens his hold and pulls her closer.

“Understand?”

A smirk pulls up one side of my lips at the fire shooting from her eyes. If she could manifest the anger burning in those gray depths, Kato would be burned to a crisp where he sits.

“Yes,” she croaks out.

For some reason, her defiance, even while Kato keeps that death grip on her delicate throat, makes my dick hard. She has so much to atone for, and I can’t wait for my turn to punish her, to train her, to break her so we can remold her into the perfect, doting mafia wife.

I nearly laugh at my own thoughts. Very few women married into the Family are loving or doting, but fear is an amazing tactic. Once Everest realizes she can’t take a single breath without our knowledge or permission, she’ll step into line and do anything and everything we ask of her.

Kato dips forward and presses a deceivingly gentle kiss to her forehead before releasing her, then smooths his hand over her hair and tucks a wayward strand behind one ear.

“Can I get you ladies something? A glass of wine? Something to loosen you up a little?” Kato asks.

I finally take a seat and spread my knees wide, laying my arms on the armrests.

“Merlot?” Alexa asks.

Kato glances at me and jerks his chin, a silent order to retrieve two glasses of wine. I’m so fucking tempted to drop something a little extra in Everest’s glass. If the wine doesn’t get her to stop being a fucking bitch, maybe something a little stronger than alcohol will do the trick.

This whole ruse of letting her plan the wedding is simply another way to humiliate and control her, and it won’t have the same effect if she’s stoned or unconscious.

Grabbing the first bottle of red I see – and no, I don’t bother checking whether it’s a Merlot or not – I pour two hefty glasses and carry them back to the women sitting on the couch.

Everest looks stiff, pissed, but kind of a little intrigued by the gowns Alexa is showing her on the tablet sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

She accepts the glass, barely gracing me with a glance before taking a tentative sip. My girl is leery.

As she should be.

And yeah, she’s still my fucking girl. Mine. Mine. Fucking mine .

I don’t give a shit how many times she tries to run from me, I will always make sure she ends up right back here.

The difference now is how much and how hard I’ll punish her each time. The choice is completely hers at this point. I can make her feel good, or I can make her cry while she chokes on my dick.

Frankly, I might do that anyway. Like I said, she has a shitload to atone for.

The bitch sat at the dinner table and tried to play stupid about Christos and I’ve got to give it to her, she’s become a pretty good actress because for a second there, I almost believed she wasn’t aware he was gone.

But everything we endured over the past four years was because of her. Every moment of pain we endured since that night was one hundred percent her fault.

Well, maybe not one hundred percent. More like ninety-eight, since she put shit into motion and her father is the one who put all the actors into play and turned our lives upside down.

I fucking missed her. I missed her every fucking day, even if I hated her. Isn’t there some kind of saying about love and hate being separated by a thin line or some shit like that?

Kato and Brix think I’ve lost my mind and, okay, maybe I’ve become a little more…

violent, I guess you could say. As in, I thrive when I get the opportunity to torture some fuck, and I might have become celibate over the past four years.

A lot of people thought my Everest was dead, but I knew she was out there waiting for me.

I didn’t want any other pussy but hers, and I plan to keep that cunt wrapped around my dick as often as possible, even if I have to sleep with my cock shoved deep inside her every night.

Then again, Kato decided we have to take turns in her bed, and the fucker claimed the first night with her. Sure, I could fight him on it, but he is my boss. Might be one out of only two friends and like a brother, but he could easily order my execution at any moment.

She hurt us. She ruined our lives. She broke us.

And now…we’re going to return the favor.

By the time Alexa left, Everest had consumed three glasses of wine, and her heavy lids are evidence she’s feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Why the fuck can’t tonight be my night? She used to be so much fun when she was tipsy. It was like the moment the shit entered her system, all inhibitions disappeared.

Not that my girl wasn’t experimental without it. I suppose you’d have to be to not only fall in love with three men but allow them to fuck all your holes.

Fuuuck. My dick has been hard since I spotted her naked in her apartment yesterday. Damn. Has it only been a day?

Yep. Less than twenty-four hours of having our girl back, but at least I’ve tasted those fucking lips again.

Yeah, great. I got to kiss her, but Kato will fuck her tonight.

I have zero doubt about that. She can act like she isn’t into it, into us anymore, but the way her pupils were dilated when I pulled away from the kiss and the way her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths tells me she’s fighting her body’s reaction.

She keeps asserting that her presence in our home is somehow determinantal to our health and well-being, but we aren’t hiding it. Hence the reason Kato is making a big show of announcing their engagement. The reason he’s planning this huge, lavish, showy wedding.

I frown as I watch her tip her empty glass in an attempt to drain the last couple drops at the bottom.

“What about bridesmaids and all that shit?” I ask.

“What?” Kato asks.

“There are three of us. You get two of us on your side. What about her bridesmaids?” I ask, jerking my chin toward Everest.

She turns her unfocused eyes to me. “I don’t have any friends left. Remember? I’m dead.”

Dead? I’m not sure anyone thought she was dead, not after her father’s announcement of her elopement to some Bratva asshole.

Her words are slurred. Why is that so fucking cute? She’s not even pouting. She just looks…sad. Yet my dick is still twitching, thumping the back of my zipper.

I’m going to have to rub one out before the night is over, or I’m going to lose my fucking mind with her so close.

“What about Flora?” I ask.

Kato growls. Brix grumbles a curse under his breath.

I just grin.

Everest turns those hazy eyes back to me. “What about her?”

“You two were attached at the hip growing up. Call her. She can be your bridesmaid of honor or some shit.”

“Maid of honor.” She frowns. “Is she married yet? Then it would be matron of honor.”

Flora is Russian. And yep, you guessed it, from a big ol’ crime family just like all of ours. And her father just happens to be the head of the local Bratva. Everest’s former best friend is the only child of the Pakhan.

Probably the only reason she was ever allowed to hang around Everest growing up.

“Not married off. Yet,” I say.

I’m tired of the space between us.

Unfolding from the chair I held down during the wedding shit, I cross the room and plop my ass right down next to her, pulling her onto my lap so she’s nestled between my spread knees, her back to my chest, and pull her until her head rests against my shoulder.

I’m not sure whether it’s the alcohol, exhaustion, or maybe she’s finally giving in, but she’s beyond pliable and agreeable as I wrap my arms around her and bury my face into the crook of her neck to inhale her scent.

She’d showered just before we entered her apartment last night, but not yet today. There’s still a hint of whatever cheap shit she used to wash off the sweat and glitter from the club, but I can still detect that honeyed smell of her skin. It always reminded me of summer, sex, and happier times.

“I’ll call her and tell her to come over tomorrow,” I say.

Both Kato and Brix grumble their complaints but fuck them. If they can’t see the plan I’m laying out, that’s on them.

Dangle a little bit of joy in front of her, then rip it away. Not like we’ll be letting the two whores out to play together.

Well, one whore and one slut. Everest was charging men to use her body where Flora has always simply given her pussy out for free. I even have my suspicions that Brix fucked her at some point over the past few years, too.

Wouldn’t that be another cut to her heart? I’ll keep my girl, embed myself deeply into her psyche, I’ll break her and remold her…

And she’ll never be free of me.