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I jump on the bed beside her and lean on my elbows. “I think you should ride my face while telling him he’ll never be man enough for you. That seems like a good punishment.”
“Do you ever not think about sex?” Zeke asks.
“Oh, hey there, Ezekiel, I didn’t even see you. Do you ever get bored being a pathetic crybaby?”
Zeke jumps up and straddles my waist. His hands move to his zipper as he knees his way up the mattress until his crotch is level with my face. He pulls his dick out. “Someone should’ve taught you to keep your pathetic mouth shut years ago.”
He leans forward and brushes the tip of his dick between my lips. My mouth opens wide, taking in his girth.
“Looks like you’re the baby now, Cy, needing a big fat cock to pacify you.”
I grip Zeke’s hips and push him back, smiling smugly as his ass hits the floor. Tugging down my zipper, I unleash my dick, hold it in my hand and wave it at his face. “Nah, pretty boy. If anyone is going to suck on a soother tonight, it’ll be you.” I slap him on the face with my dick. “Say ah.”
Zeke lunges and grabs my ankle, yanking me forward. I stumble and lose my balance. His hand flies to my throat and presses firmly, restricting my airway so that speaking is almost impossible. I love it when he’s like this.
Most of the time, Zeke holds back, scared of what others will think of him if they discover who he truly is. Sometimes, he even hides this part from Azadeh, but this side of him has to be fed so he can hold us all together. Because we all need him to be the strong one, the kind one, the one who pushes us to be the best we can be.
Maybe that’s why we all go to him first. He’s the first to know our secrets and struggles and the first to hold us in the dark and tell us everything will all be okay. Every once in a while, I poke at his rage so he can unleash it and get what he desperately needs but is too frightened to ask for.
I fist my fingers in Zeke’s hair, pulling at the loose strands. I yank his head until his fingers loosen on my throat, using my weight to slam his body on the floor with a thud. “Fuck you, Zeke. You want to choke me with that pathetic dick, make me.”
I glance at Azadeh. Her eyes follow our every move. She likes these games, too, but when she plays, the risks escalate. She claws and punches and, on occasion, pierces skin with a blade to relish the sight of blood. For a sweet, thoughtful girl, she sure has an immense bloodlust.
I meet Azadeh’s eyes, considering if I should bring her in or not. She’s probably worried sick about Mona, but relieving some stress and unloading a fraction of her rage will give her clarity when we’re in the thick of danger tomorrow. Oh, fuck it, the worst that can happen is I’ll be in the dog house with Lev for a while. It's not like Azadeh can stay mad for long. Like a typical hot head, she boils over quickly and cools down just as fast. “It’s okay, Az. I got some of this for you, too. I know how much you like being a little whore beneath me.”
Zeke’s fist shoots out, but before it connects with my face, he yanks my head back by my hair.
Azadeh smirks at me, her pretty lips turned up in a smile. “The only little whore I see is the one beneath me.”
That’s my girl.
Azadeh presses her foot against my back, and I slam to the ground face-first. “You’ve forgotten your manners, Cyrus. What should we do about that? Should we tie you up and make you watch as Zeke fucks me while calling you a pathetic little boy? Maybe if you beg nice and long for me, I’ll let his cum drip into your pathetic cum-guzzling mouth.”
Fuck. Hearing Azadeh talk like this does it for me. She’s so sweet that you’d never think the girl has a depraved side, but my god, she likes to dirty talk.
“I’ll be your whipping boy, Hellcat. I’ll crawl on broken glass for a simple smile from you. But we both know you need to be owned like a dog tonight. You need us to shut off your mind, abuse your body, use your holes as if they mean nothing, and paint your body with cum.”
Azadeh stares at me as she pulls down her pants, taking her underwear with them. She lifts her foot off me to kick them off. My gaze moves to the gates of heaven situated between her legs. If I were a dog, I’d be salivating with my tongue out.
My eyes roam from her ankles to her thigh thighs, up the curves of her body to her beautiful face with those soulful brown eyes. Fuck, she makes me behave like a chump. I may tease Zeke for being soft around her, but Azadeh has the same effect on all of us. She takes our sharp edges and molds them until they’re less dangerous.
Zeke wraps his arms around her soft belly and nuzzles her neck. The words fall so effortlessly from his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She smiles at his gentle touch. He’s always making her smile. She finds me funny, laughing at all my jokes, and we banter, but I’ve never coaxed that kind of smile from her. I meant what I said to her a moment ago—I would crawl over broken glass for her smiles. Shit, I’d do anything for them.
I push back the mushy shit, needing to stay focused. Azadeh needs it fast and rough. I can give it to her. Zeke can’t. He can bruise her flesh and fuck her raw, but he can’t lead with filth. Not the way I can. Not the way she needs.
“We gonna fuck or not?” I ask to break up anything that could lead to realizations and grand statements of love.
Azadeh pushes me down with her foot and smiles as she peers at me. She lifts her arms, and Zeke pulls her shirt off over her big tits, discarding it on the floor by his feet. Azadeh removes her foot from my chest and places her feet beside my head. “Oh, we’ll fuck all right.”
I start to speak, but my words are muffled as she lowers herself over my face, and I taste the sweetness of her pussy. There are a million ways a man can die, but being suffocated by this woman’s cunt may be the ultimate way to go. That would be a bitchin obituary: Pyromaniac Cyrus Porter Dies While Eating His Favorite Meal.
Chapter 20
Zeke—Age 29
Present Day
