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The Silence Lies: (Part One): The Twisted Betrayal Duet by SophieDyer
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“What can I say,” he shrugs, cupping my cheek. “I’m starting to listen to what you want.”
I don’t miss the hidden message in those words. Something about the way he gazes at me with fire in his eyes has me clenching my thighs. I’m instantly taken back to last night, when I got to share myself with both Levi and Luca. More intimate thoughts surface of being underneath each of them while the other feasted on me, darker thoughts of Luca fucking my mouth the way he desired, rather than accepting what I could give him.
Holy fuck. It was so hot that I’m getting wet just thinking about it again.
Luca must sense the change in my demeanor because he leans forward, sweetly brushing the hair away from my face like he did last night to whisper into my ear. “I know what you want, and it isn’t my opinion on Greco’s men.”
I shiver at his insinuation, my body betraying any attempt at remaining stoic.
“And what is it I want?” I challenge, standing up to press my chest against his.
All of the sudden, the room twists and tilts. My chest hits the desk as Luca leans over my back, wrapping his hand around my throat. It’s light, barely there, but I still feel the fear crawl up my spine.
“You want the chaos, to lose the control,” he reminds me, his presence looming over me. His proximity is so heavy it’s comforting. “You want someone to take it for a while, ease the burden.” He runs his palm over my back, landing on my ass to give it a light squeeze.
I’m only wearing little shorts; one effortless tug and I’d be exposed to anyone. Thankfully, it’s just Levi and Luca in the house, with Giovanni lingering somewhere nearby— hopefully the pool house if this moment turns into something else.
“You want someone to be in control for once. Isn’t that right, Dolcezza?” His gravelly tone has my toes curling. The delicious intonation and the way he uses my pet name does something to my insides.
I swallow thickly, taking in a deep breath when he runs his fingers between my thighs.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Dolcezza.”
I shake my head. I can’t. In some way that’s exactly what I want. The need for control isn’t for me, but for someone else. Anybody else but me. For once, I want someone to tell me what I want, what I need. Just once, I don’t want to be in charge.
Luca’s warmth envelopes me again as he cages me between his body and the desk, his hot breath skating over my cheek. The faint scent of coffee lingers, but it’s his aftershave, the hint of mint on his breath that has an embarrassing moan escaping my throat.
“I thought so,” he grins, kissing my cheek. His palm runs over my ass again, this time dipping underneath my shorts to my bare skin. He brushes a knuckle over my entrance, the betrayal of my desire coating his fingers. “So fucking wet,” he growls.
“Luca,” I rasp, choking on the dryness of my throat.
“Let me take control, Sera.” It’s more of a command than a plea, but I nod regardless of who I am to him. It’s not about me being his boss or that he’s my enforcer. It’s not about taking charge, but maintaining control.
He slips my shorts over my ass and down my legs, my bare pussy now exposed to the elements.
A shiver wracks my shoulders as the cold air fills the space Luca has created.
“Stay where you are, Dolcezza.” I hear the chair behind me creak, and as I look over my shoulder, I see Luca leaning back in it, admiring the view of my behind. Delicately, he runs a fingertip up the back of my thigh. When he reaches my ass, he grabs it harshly, letting go just as sharply.
I hiss out, my head dropping between my shoulders. It’s delightfully painful; the anticipation blending with the abrupt touches. It isn’t the first time I’ve submitted to someone. I’m more than aware of how this goes. But this moment between Luca and I is different. I’m willing, not forced. I’m impatient and Luca knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s no taking what isn’t his. There’s no abuse or degradation, this is all sensual, imploring me to give in little by little.
I’m being lulled into submission and I’m loving every second of it. Every touch of Luca’s fingers, every hot breath that skates over my exposed skin, even the way he breaks contact has my pussy getting wetter. And yet, all of this is out of my control.
Luca palms my ass cheeks with two hands, spreading them to run his tongue over my entrance.
It takes me by surprise, shock warring with pleasure as I drop my face to the cold desk, desperate for another stroke of his expert tongue. After last night, I’m more than aware of what he can do, and the prospect of having it again has me breathless with excitement.
“Luca,” I whimper.
“Control,” he reminds me. “You don’t need it here.”
I nod as he slides a finger inside my soaked pussy, stifling a moan. It feels so damn good. I know his cock would feel even better, but I want this. I want all that Luca has to offer me right now because he understands.
In and out, he glides his finger through my tight channel. I can feel my juices leaking out, coating his knuckles, my thighs. I want it deeper, faster, harder, but I remind myself of Luca’s words.
Luca takes total control, sliding a second finger in.
“Hmm…” I shudder.
“Does that feel good, Dolcezza?”
“Yes,” I cry out as he picks up speed. My body rocks against the desk. I reach forward, gripping the edge for stability, but it’s useless. I feel the heat crawl up my spine, the churning knot of my climax teasing me. “Don’t stop!”
Luca draws his hand away from me, ignoring my plea.
I lift my head to look at him, but he pins me down with his body, tracing his lips over the shell of my ear. “You’re not in charge right now, are you?”
I hear his belt clang, then his zipper. My pussy clenches around nothing, the greed of my impatient release making me desperately horny.
“Take control,” I beg him. “Please.”
He retreats slowly.
My breaths catch up with me when I suddenly feel alone, empty.
When Luca returns in my vision, he has his cock in his hand, fisting it brutally. The purple head is in my line of sight, and Luca is looking down at me with stern expectation.
“Suck it,” he orders.
I comply, opening my mouth. He fills it so well, hitting the back of my throat with a single thrust. I’m instantly taken back to last night, when he took complete control. I gagged and choked, saliva spilling from my lips as I coughed back. But he kept me there until he knew it was time, releasing me abruptly. I liked it. I didn’t think I would, but fuck me, it was euphoric.
Luca pumps his veiny cock into my mouth, holding it by the base as he orders me to play with myself.
Obeying, I lift my hips and slide my fingers into my pussy. It’s not the same, though. It’s disappointing, unsatisfying. It hits the spot, but it isn’t Luca.
“Faster,” he commands as he picks up speed.
My fingers comply, plunging in and sliding back out to coat my clit in moisture and circle it. The hint of a climax reappears, and I move faster and faster, desperately chasing it.
But Luca has other ideas.
He releases himself from my mouth, pinching my cheeks together. “Stop.”
“What?” I blink up at him.
He marches behind me, slapping my ass. “You don’t come unless I tell you to.”
“But—“
Slap.
I shudder, the unexpected sensation burning the skin on my ass making me cream even more.
“You’re not coming anywhere but on my dick, understand?” His hardness presses against my entrance.
Another shiver.
Another nod.
I don’t know who I am anymore. Giving into Luca was never how I saw this going. Surrendering my orgasms to someone was definitely not how I envisioned this arrangement. But I agreed to this, and I can’t deny I’m enjoying it.
I return my hands to the edge of the desk, in plain sight for Luca.
“Good girl,” he praises, lining the head of his cock at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he’s buried inside of me, stretching me to my fullest.
“Oh!”
I freeze, locking eyes with Levi. I don’t know when he entered, but the look in his eyes is feral. He approaches slowly, a smirk playing on his lips while something primal hides in those dark eyes of his.
“So this is where you’ve been.” He’s not angry, though, which surprises me, especially after last night. He certainly didn’t hide his jealousy then. But Levi is anything but jealous now. He rests his palms on the desk, looking down at me.
“Our leader needed a reminder,” Luca supplies, still buried deep inside of me. He doesn’t seem to care that Levi has joined us, and Levi doesn’t bat an eyelid at the fact I’m getting fucked over my desk.
“And what reminder is that?” he teases, stroking a thumb over my bottom lip.
Luca eases out of me slowly before punching his hips forward again, his cock slamming back into me.
I stifle a groan, biting down on Levi’s thumb.
“That she can’t control everything,” Luca answers.
Levi raises a brow, glancing down at me as he pumps his thumb into my greedy mouth. “Is that so?”
“Answer him, Dolcezza.” Luca thrusts back into me, harsh yet satisfying.
“Yes,” I hiss out, blinded by the anticipation and pleasure.
Levi smirks, but that’s not what shocks me. It’s the fact he starts undoing his belt and freeing his cock. It springs up, perfectly in line with my mouth, pre-cum already beading at the head. It feels out of character for Levi to be so on board with this. Hell, I’ve only just realized this is what I meant about sharing.
Like all of us, we’re navigating this situation together, but I never thought we’d be doing this. I don’t know how these guys have gone from pointing guns to pointing dicks at one another, but I’m suddenly here for it.
“Open up, Bellissima, and let me take some control.”
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