Page 22 of Run, Starlight (The Royal Ballet Presents #3)
LUCKY
My brother’s laugh is maniacal as he holds her mouth open for me. Her long eyelashes fan over her rosy cheeks and I'm tortured by how something so delicate can beg for my cock like that.
This isn’t what I wanted , I remind myself. At least it is not what I had planned. It's not a surprise that even when I’ve drawn a line, Enzo winds up getting exactly what he wants. This is the nature of our relationship. He pushes, and I give in because more than blood, we are trauma-bonded.
His eyes have an unusual shine, and his claims of destiny weigh differently since we stepped into this mausoleum. I knew it was going to fuck him up to be back here. It’s messing with my head too, but he was right. This is the only place no one can reach us.
Besides not ever wanting to step foot in Bianchi Bay, or my protests about involving Marcella in our messy lives, we end up here, making his dreams a reality. I couldn't say no to her when she looked into my eyes and begged for me.
To walk away right now would mean giving Marcella up. I’m beginning to understand the rules of the game. I can't keep pretending I’m not playing when Enzo’s got me right where he wanted—accept what he’s offering or give her up.
I growl under my breath while undoing my pants.
Unlike my brother, I’m civilized and wear underwear, so it takes me a second to free myself.
Marcella watches each of my actions with hungry eyes, and my brother fucks her slower as I slide my hand over her cheek and replace his.
He puts his hands back on her hips and picks up the tempo.
I can’t help but melt into her pretty brown eyes as she looks up at me, whining with his cock deep inside her.
Why didn't she ask for anything else but this? I'd give her anything. All she had to do was save us all.
I feed her my cock and groan as I slip over the wet suction of her tongue. God, she's hungry, hot, and willing, and my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
“How does she feel, Lucky?” he asks me, but I ignore him in favor of staring into her eyes as I use her mouth just like I would her pussy or ass.
Enzo’s crazy ideas are already taking root in the base of my cock.
I can’t help but think of the future and the ways I want and need to fuck her.
I have to nip this in the bud, find a way to be okay with leaving her behind as a warm memory, but just as she sucks me off and looks up at me, I’m already dreaming about a day when I can taste her while she tastes me.
I twist her silky hair in my hands. The black strands make the perfect pattern with my tattoos. I savor the caress of her skin on my fingers, the kiss of her hot mouth all over my cock, and the way she looks at me like I'm a god and she's ready to serve.
My brother finds the pace I’ve set, and he uses the moment to thrust her into me, and we find our rhythm easily.
I’ve never had a blow job with so much force behind it, and even when she gags, she doesn't stop or complain.
She sucks me all the way down and whimpers into my cock.
The vibration takes the whole experience to a new level, and I growl in desire.
Enzo throws his head back, his eyes closed in bliss. “This is just the beginning, Lucciano. We have the rest of our lives to be free, to fulfill the universe's desires and stuff our Marcella with cock.”
He’s insane, and I shouldn’t encourage him, but she sucks harder as if his insanity turns her on.
Her spit slips over me as her lips twist and pop, and I don’t have any hopes of keeping my cum in my balls.
I’m starting to agree with my crazy fucking brother that it belongs in her, on her, rubbed into her skin until she stinks like Bianchi pheromones.
I shake the filthy thought out of my head, unwilling to give in to this insanity anymore than I have.
How am I supposed to do the right thing and leave her alone when she feels like this?
“Fuck yeah, Marcella. Jesus, she's strangling my cock,” Enzo says before slapping her ass. “Come for me. Come all around me.”
She grips the white sheets, her eyes closed in ecstasy. How easy would this be if she weren't this hungry? If she didn't take us so well, like she was born for it?
A sweet and sinful gasp breaks free from between her lips, announcing the exact moment that she comes. I’m not strong enough to deny myself, and I give up the fight. I can't hold back anymore.
My balls draw up, and I spill into her, feeling a flush of extreme pleasure right before a surge of hot guilt. Her tongue swirls around my shaft like I’m a popsicle, and I go off, thick ropes of cum coating her tongue. She cleans me and my guilt, and I'm forever changed after what we shared .
My brother comes too, but I ignore it because that’s sick, and I should have said no to all of this to begin with. The moment he told me she belonged to me too, I should have left town and never laid my eyes on her.
In the end, my cheeks are hot, and I’m disgusted to admit I want to trade positions and take her other hole while he has his turn with her mouth. I wonder what she would think about that and if she wants more like I do.
Her body falls to the mattress like a doll, and I step away, trying to process it all.
There's no coming back from this. We’ve officially crossed a line.