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??I need her to have normal cycles; I need to breed her until she can’t fucking walk straight. The damn birth control she has in her arm is really hindering said breeding plans. The only acceptable time she can go without her cycle is if she’s growing my child in her. Finally making her mine is truly the only way I can protect her. Crime families stay away from two things, and that’s your wife and children. There are always the lowlifes that still go after them, but if she’s mine, I can protect her better.

There are two things blocking my master plan, and they happen to be sucking each other’s cock on her phone right now. They’re both sprawled out on the bed, Zamir on the bottom and his head is toward the camera, and Nash on top of him facing away from the camera. Nash has one knee on the bed beside Zamir’s face and the other propped up for a better angle into Zamir’s throat. The view of Nash’s plugged ass shouldn’t be making my cock twitch… but add in the gagging coming from him on the other end, sucking cock like he’s been doing it for years, and it has me rutting against Ellie’s pussy.

Her breathing is heavy, and she swirls those god-forsaken hips, making me reach for her clit. I dip down, grab some of her blood to lubricate, and announce to the fuck fest, “You two needy whores called for a reason?” I watch as Nash pops off Zamir’s dick and pulls out of his mouth as well, sitting off to the side of Zamir. I don’t miss the little jump and gasp when his plug hits his prostate.

Nash and Zamir are both sitting up on the bed, fully alert. I grumble to Ellie, “We know the two whores at least listen.” That earns me a groan from the pair—I’ll tuck that away for later that they both like to be degraded. I think this whole goddamn crew does.

She cups the side of my face and smiles at me. “You’re playing along so well, Cello.”

Zamir’s deep voice comes thru the speaker, “Shpirt Im, that cock of his looks like a fun ride. Why don’t you take it for a spin?”

She lets out a whimper while grabbing ahold of my cock, lining it up with her glorious cunt, and slides down it in one swift motion. “Cazzo, questa fica è paradisiaca.” I sigh, leaning my head back on the couch. She feels like home, and I’ll do anything to keep her here in mine.

She sits up, moving her feet to the couch, bracketing my legs. Both of her hands are on my thighs, using them as leverage. With her leaned forward I have the perfect view of her back hole. I run a finger across it, and she tenses. “Has anyone touched you here, Elle?”

“What the hell do you think, Marcello?” I smile at that, that’s my girl.

“My dirty fucking whore,” is all I say before spitting on her ass, rubbing it around her hole, and breaching her ass. She lets out an animalistic moan, starting to really move up and down my cock. That has all of us paying attention.

Nash asks like he can’t help himself, “Tell me about those piercings,Mi Amor.”

I reach back around her and start to rub her swollen clit making sure I get to it under her hood. The view I have of us in her camera is sinful. “Look how fucking good she’s doing, staining my cock with her blood.”

She answers Nash, “They’re rubbing my special spot inside, Big Boy.” I tense under her but shake it off. I grab both of her hips, holding her up.

I lean up and growl into her ear, “Hold on, Ellie, and rub the needy clit for me.” She does exactly that. Nashis lying on the edge of the bed, his feet propped up, and his elbows under him to still be able to see us. Zamir is on his knees in front of him, sucking Nash’s cock while fucking him with the plug.

I see the other plugs beside him on the bed, so I bark out, “Zamir, put the next one in him. I want to see that filthy hole of his stretch.”

He pulls the smaller plug out and is working on the next lubed-up plug. “Mierda.”

Ellie encourages Nash, “You look so fucking hot, Nash. Giving into your deepest desires. Z, choke on that big cock of his for me. Make our Big Boy feel good.” I’m learning that I don’t absolutely hate her giving out commands. Just having her in my arms and my cock buried in her is enough for me. I’m not doing anything else to lose her.

I hear Nash whimpering and begging to come. Goddamn, he sounds so good begging. Ellie is rubbing her clit with a speed that even shocks me. “Are you going to come for me, Ellie? I can feel that cunt of yours strangling my cock. You like to watch them like the filthy whore you are?” She’s about to take me over the edge with her whimpering and squeezing me so hard.

I see Nash throw his head back in bliss with Zamir’s name on his lips. Zamir stands over his post-orgasm body pumping his cock up and down. Nash opens his mouth, and that seems to send Zamir over the edge. Hespills all over his face; goddammit, I’m going to come too.

I reach up with one hand grabbing a handful of her tit, pinching and twisting the bud, while growling in her ear, “Come for me, Ellie. Now!”

“Fuck, Cello!” Her pulsing cunt takes me with her, burying my cock as far as it can go.

“You did so good, Ellie.” I keep my cock in her, which keeps my cum right where it belongs, and her on my chest. I’ll shower her in a minute. I want to bask in everything, Ellie.

1. Whatever She Wants - Bryson Tiller

Chapter 38

Marcello

I’ve called a meeting at my torture warehouse to bring together the other family heads and the gang leaders to see what I can pull out of them or how they react to the news. Vincent, Mar, and I are the first to arrive. I walk us all back to the board room that I keep around specifically for shit like this. It was placed in the back of the warehouse on purpose. Everyone gets to walk past all the specific torture rooms with floor-to-ceiling glass enclosing the front of each of them. At this point, everyone knows how ruthless I am, but it still brings me joy to scare the fuck out of, who are supposed to be, some of the toughest people in Vegas.

1 Mar doesn’t even bat an eye at the rooms. She stops in front of one, and she looks in with raptattention. I ask her, “You wanna test it out one day?” She looks at me, confused at first, but then her beaming smile covers her face.

“I would pay you money to plastic wrap some worthless piece of shit to that metal table and torture them with every tool littering that wall.”

Vin pipes in, “Impossible. I’ve tried it; they always fucking die before I get to the end of the wall.” He’s fucking pouting but keeps explaining, “And then Marcello will be pissed because all the organs go to waste.” He shrugs and keeps walking. He’s not lying; I do get pissed.

I fill her in. “I let him have his fun with one rule: he needs to stop when they’re about to bite the dust. Does he? No.” Mar’s still not batting an eye, and it really makes me wonder what her father put her through when she was younger. “I usually have to watch on the cameras and intervene when needed with Doc already here, prepped and ready to go.”

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