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I’m shocked to my core. All this time my father had us believing he had nothing to do with it.
I knew Mikey and Daniel, not as well as Antonio and Christian…but I did…
When you’re six years old, you don’t really have to think about anything that much. People tell you a story and you believe it. Antonio and Christina were both in their twenties.
That means my father lied to them.Flat out lied.
He said he had‘brokered’peace. I suppose that’s true in a sense, but it wasn’tafterthe fact. It wasbefore.
After Chelsea leaves the room, I listen to another shouting match. This time my father is on thereceiving endof it.
Everything happened exactly like Chelsea said it did. Antonio wanted to go and get her the minute they found out she was alive—My father said to wait.He said she had a life of her own and we had to respect that.
It was Christina’s idea to start the surveillance. It was my idea to follow the fiancé…all those things were conceded to only because my father kept telling us to wait and we wanted something to do.
He’s not just our father…he’s also theboss.He’s the boss of this family.
My father had no way of knowing that Chelsea’s life was a terrible one…and what we would do to rescue her from it.
Antonio was the one who made the decision to show Chelsea the pictures of Jax on her wedding day…he justified it with the same speech my father gave Chelsea when we brought her here.
The reason none of us saw my father’s deception for what it was…is because he’s our father. You get blinded when you’re too close. You don’t see who people really are. You…trust…implicitly.
My brothers are probably going to force my father to step down at some point. It’s not going to go easy, but what he’s done is so far out of bounds, there’s not much of a way to justify it.
I leave Christina, Antonio and my father to their chest thumping and go in search of Chelsea.
She could probably use someone right about now. At her door, I find she’s left the key on the outside.Is she trusting us or taunting us?
I knock twice, softly…there’s no response.Damn it. She’s run off!
I swing open the door and it’s dark inside. “Yes?” The voice comes from under the covers on the bed.She’s still here!“Come to kill me in my sleep?”
“Chelsea, I would never,everhurt you. You have to know that. I’m on your side. I always have been and I always will be. I love you.”
The lights are all off and there’s a nice breeze coming from the balcony. I stand there in the dark like an idiot having just confessed my love for her and there’s no reply. I guess she’s turning in for the night. After an unbearably long silence, I hazard asking, “Did I disturb you?”
“No,” comes a whisper.
“I don’t know what to say, Chelsea. I almost still can’t believe it. I thought maybe you’d want to talk about things?”
“Only ifyouwant to.” She lifts the blanket up and speaks softly, “Will you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.” I take a few steps forward and she adds, “No clothes in the bed.”
I smile to myself, “Okay.”
I kick off my shoes and undress on the spot, leaving my clothes in a lump on the floor before I climb into bed with her. I get close and she gives me a peck on the lips, then turns so her back is to my chest.
I put my arms around her and she pulls my hand to her breast, holding it there.
We listen to the sounds of each other’s breathing. Being this close to her, our skin touching…it’s heaven…it’s everything I want.
All I can think about is tasting Chelsea’s flesh, but the bomb my father just dropped on us needs to be addressed first.
I bury my face in her hair and breath in the scent. “My father is not a bad man, Chelsea. I was listening to them after you left…before I came here to your room…he was never going to turn you over to them. He wasn’t going to kill you either.”
“Are you sure about that? Are you certain that if Antonio hadn’t known about me that your father wouldn’t have had me killed?”
I honestly don’t know anymore…but I want to believe in my father. Ihaveto. If I don’t—we’re lost.“I’m sure, Chelsea. He wanted to give you a better life. He wanted to hide you. It’s just like that first day when we spoke out on the balcony. Do you remember?”
“I do.”
I hold her closer and consider my words. “You can be anything you want, Chelsea. You can beanyone. If you leavehere, we can set you up anywhere in the world…for life. This doesn’t have to end in war.”
Right then, I realize the gravity of my words. I don’t want to lose her…and here I am telling her that she should go.
She whispers, “Doyouwantme to leave?” she sounds so vulnerable…I want to hold on to her and never let go.
“No,” I whisper back, “I don’t.”
She turns around in my arms and we’re nose to nose now, staring into each other’s eyes. “Will you fight for me?” The words that escape her lips are now even softer than a whisper.
I mean it with all my heart when I say, “I’d die for you.”
Her lips meet mine and she forces me down on my back to get on top. Her tongue goes deep and she kisses me like she’s trying to take a part of my soul with her…or maybe give me a piece of hers.
She slows to a stop and bites my lip, whispering once more, “Here’s something I didn’t do with your brothers.”
“What?” I find myself whispering too…the moment is too intimate for anything else.
“I’ll show you.”
She kisses my chest and her head goes beneath the covers, nipping and kissing her way lower and lower.I’m harder than a lead pipe.
I feel her soft, full breasts move over my rock-hard meat and I stiffen like I’m ready to blow. I can’t see anything…it’s the sensation…my imagination.
I want to suck on her tits till her nipples are raw from my effort.
I keep all those thoughts to myself and lie still. I haven’t been with as many women as my brothers have.
They always told me that women would try to use me for my money and my position in this family.
Even worse…they could be undercover law enforcement and trying to get information from me.
Those fears have always caused me to keep people at arm’s length. I wasn’t ever allowed to love anyone…not until Chelsea.
Her hand goes my shaft, then another hand joins it. I feel her lick and kiss my tip, rolling her tongue around it.
I’m so hard it hurts.
She licks up and down the length of my shaft, taking her time, making me slick.
I’ve been with whores before, but never with anyone I cared about.
Never anyone I loved.
She’s doing everything by feel. She can’t possibly see anything under there. I’m grateful. I would love to watch her…but not to make eye contact.It’s weird…I’ve never had someone I love do something like this to me.
I’ve always thought only whores give blow jobs. The woman you marry won’t do things like this.
My misgivings don’t matter though—my body responds exactly as nature intended. What she’s doing to me almost has my eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Her face moves to my balls and she nuzzles them with what feels like her nose. It hurts and feels good all at the same time. My cock throbs in response.
She tongues my scrotum in five-second intervals…and each time she tugs on my shaft. It feels like every drop of blood in my body is in my throbbing cock. I can’t think…all I can do isfeel.
Chelsea takes my right ball in her mouth and slowly makes circles around it with her tongue…creating suction on every third circle…all while gently pumping my shaft.
She moves to my left nut and does it all over again…I can’t hold on. It’s too much…I definitely feel like I’m going to blow.
Chelsea stops just in time…and then does something even worse…she puts her mouth over the head of my cock and starts sucking like a vacuum while she fondles my balls with one hand and pumps my shaft with the other.
It’s more than I can take! “Chelsea, I’m gonna cum.”
I expect her to pull away so I can blow my load, but she doesn’t. She plunges down on me and forces me deep into her throat.
The feeling is incredible…and one I’ve never experienced in my life…it’s pure ecstasy. She’s so tight and it’s like my cock is locked in a vise.
She takes all of me in her hot, tight mouth—her lips clamped all the way at my hilt—I couldn’t hold back even if I’d wanted to. She bounces her throat on my cock like mad and squeezes my balls as they tighten.
I erupt!
I jerk and spasm, my hips bucking and forcing her deeper, shooting load after load down her throat—she swallows it all, drinking my cum, her throat clenching and releasing over and over…milking the jizz out of me.
It’s indescribable.
I honestly don’t have the words to explain how it feels to have an orgasm that empties you so completely.
There’s nothing left in me.
I feel her lips tighten as I go soft, then slowly…slowly…she pulls away, using her tongue for pressure to milk out anything that’s possibly been left behind.
It’s excruciating…and the most gratifying thing anyone has ever done to me.
I feel her kiss and a lick my tip once more, then she tunnels up the blanket back to me, grinning from ear to ear.
I’m still in awe of what’s just happened. It’s the first of what I hope will be many more times. I blurt out, “I love you.”
“I know,” she kisses me deeply with that magic tongue of hers and I taste myself on her.
Chelsea is pure sex.
With anyone else, this would be strange. With her, it’s erotic, it’s animalistic, it’s raw…it’s an instant arousal.
My cock comes to life again and slaps her ass.
Chelsea breaks off our kiss, looking at me with a raised brow and a smirk, “Ooh?”
“Hmm?”
She taps my nose playfully, “Nowyou’veshown me something neither of yourbrotherscan do.”
“What’s that?”I’m really curious.
“It takes them a lot longer than a minute to get ready for round two.” She reaches back and I feel her hand on my cock. She guides me into her hot, wet, sticky, glorious cunt…all while she sensuously bites her ripe bottom lip…taking me inch by inch into her tight snatch.
“My turn,” she says…then kisses me deeply…and begins to ride.
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