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“Fine, a grand it is.”
“Also, you have to keep it a secret, because if Ivy finds out, you’ll be paying for my aftercare.”
“Deal, now follow me.” He descended the staircase, the woman two steps behind him. They veered down the west wing, heading for the gym. As they neared Salvatore’s new bedroom, the door opened. Silvio stepped out, dressed in his black priest clothes. Brando’s twenty-eight-year-old brother had brown hair and a beard, the latter hiding a scar that ran along his left jaw-line. Silvio jolted as his eyes landed on Cyn.
“Hello, Silvio,” Cyn purred, her eyes eating him up.
Silvio opened his mouth, then clamped it shut.
Cyn stepped in close to him. “I want to make a confession.”
Silvio took a step back, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “I didn’t know you were Catholic.”
“I’m not; I just want to kneel in front of you and...” She opened her mouth wide, alluding to what she wanted to do to him, her pierced tongue flicking out.
Silvio’s eyes widened. “Please stop talking to me like that, I’m a priest.”
“Don’t priests have cocks?” She reached for his crotch.
He sidestepped her and rushed past, quickly disappearing down the passage as though Cyn had lit a firecracker up his ass.
Cyn turned to watch him leave, muttering, “What a waste. He’s too fuckable to be a priest.”
Brando grimaced. “You’re an evil puttana .”
She looked back at him. “Well, that’s obvious.” Her eyes lowered down his body again. “And if Ivy wasn’t standing in my way, I’d pay to fuck you and the priest at the same time.” She moistened her lips. “One cock in each hole, and maybe I’ll add Alessandro into the mix, that is, if I can get him away from his Viper fan club. He’s extremely talented.”
Brando raised his eyebrows. “You’ve had him?”
“Everyone but Menna, Ivy, Kennedy, and D has.”
“Why haven’t they?”
“Menna’s pregnant, Kennedy would rather fuck your sisters, D wants Vinnie, and Ivy only has eyes for you, gorgeous.”
He grimaced. “Then, she shouldn’t turn me down.”
“She only does it because she’s an uptight bitch with the emotional capacity of a turd.”
He laughed.
“You have a wicked laugh,” she said. “You should do it more often. I like the sound, it makes me wet.”
“Maybe I will with you in the house.”
Her eyes lit up. “You do like me! Okay, here’s a proposal. As long as you don’t tell Ivy, talk Silvio and Alessandro into a gangbang, and I’ll make it worth all of your time.”
He shook his head. “Only the twins would do something like that.”
She grimaced. “Damn it! I can’t touch Vinnie because of D, and I made Dominic mad. I accidentally pulled his Prince Albert a bit too hard with my teeth.” She sniggered. “I lie, I did it on purpose. He told me I was a bitch and tossed me out of his room. I like to cause pain, and since Alessandro liked what I did to his Prince Albert, I thought Dominic was good to go too. Shame he didn’t like it, ’cause he’s real good in bed—very handsy.” She flexed her hands. “I would’ve definitely gone back for more with that honey.”
“I really don’t want to know what my brothers are like in bed, and, woman, how many have you done?”
“Just Alessandro and Dominic. They’re the only ones who’ve asked. Though, in all truth, all I want is Silvio, and I swear to his God, I will get him or make his life miserable.”
“His life’s already miserable.”
Her smile dropped. “Why?”
“Not something I can talk about,” he replied, feeling a sudden sadness for Silvio. His brother had caused the accident that had killed Luciano’s wife and crippled their youngest sister, something that would forever torment him.
“Maybe you should tell me what happened to him,” Cyn said. “I don’t want to do anything inappropriate.”
“You already are by hitting on him. Christ, woman, he’s a priest.”
She shrugged. “He’s
“Fine, a grand it is.”
“Also, you have to keep it a secret, because if Ivy finds out, you’ll be paying for my aftercare.”
“Deal, now follow me.” He descended the staircase, the woman two steps behind him. They veered down the west wing, heading for the gym. As they neared Salvatore’s new bedroom, the door opened. Silvio stepped out, dressed in his black priest clothes. Brando’s twenty-eight-year-old brother had brown hair and a beard, the latter hiding a scar that ran along his left jaw-line. Silvio jolted as his eyes landed on Cyn.
“Hello, Silvio,” Cyn purred, her eyes eating him up.
Silvio opened his mouth, then clamped it shut.
Cyn stepped in close to him. “I want to make a confession.”
Silvio took a step back, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “I didn’t know you were Catholic.”
“I’m not; I just want to kneel in front of you and...” She opened her mouth wide, alluding to what she wanted to do to him, her pierced tongue flicking out.
Silvio’s eyes widened. “Please stop talking to me like that, I’m a priest.”
“Don’t priests have cocks?” She reached for his crotch.
He sidestepped her and rushed past, quickly disappearing down the passage as though Cyn had lit a firecracker up his ass.
Cyn turned to watch him leave, muttering, “What a waste. He’s too fuckable to be a priest.”
Brando grimaced. “You’re an evil puttana .”
She looked back at him. “Well, that’s obvious.” Her eyes lowered down his body again. “And if Ivy wasn’t standing in my way, I’d pay to fuck you and the priest at the same time.” She moistened her lips. “One cock in each hole, and maybe I’ll add Alessandro into the mix, that is, if I can get him away from his Viper fan club. He’s extremely talented.”
Brando raised his eyebrows. “You’ve had him?”
“Everyone but Menna, Ivy, Kennedy, and D has.”
“Why haven’t they?”
“Menna’s pregnant, Kennedy would rather fuck your sisters, D wants Vinnie, and Ivy only has eyes for you, gorgeous.”
He grimaced. “Then, she shouldn’t turn me down.”
“She only does it because she’s an uptight bitch with the emotional capacity of a turd.”
He laughed.
“You have a wicked laugh,” she said. “You should do it more often. I like the sound, it makes me wet.”
“Maybe I will with you in the house.”
Her eyes lit up. “You do like me! Okay, here’s a proposal. As long as you don’t tell Ivy, talk Silvio and Alessandro into a gangbang, and I’ll make it worth all of your time.”
He shook his head. “Only the twins would do something like that.”
She grimaced. “Damn it! I can’t touch Vinnie because of D, and I made Dominic mad. I accidentally pulled his Prince Albert a bit too hard with my teeth.” She sniggered. “I lie, I did it on purpose. He told me I was a bitch and tossed me out of his room. I like to cause pain, and since Alessandro liked what I did to his Prince Albert, I thought Dominic was good to go too. Shame he didn’t like it, ’cause he’s real good in bed—very handsy.” She flexed her hands. “I would’ve definitely gone back for more with that honey.”
“I really don’t want to know what my brothers are like in bed, and, woman, how many have you done?”
“Just Alessandro and Dominic. They’re the only ones who’ve asked. Though, in all truth, all I want is Silvio, and I swear to his God, I will get him or make his life miserable.”
“His life’s already miserable.”
Her smile dropped. “Why?”
“Not something I can talk about,” he replied, feeling a sudden sadness for Silvio. His brother had caused the accident that had killed Luciano’s wife and crippled their youngest sister, something that would forever torment him.
“Maybe you should tell me what happened to him,” Cyn said. “I don’t want to do anything inappropriate.”
“You already are by hitting on him. Christ, woman, he’s a priest.”
She shrugged. “He’s
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