Syndicate of Sin

Chapter 3

Wh-what did she just say? She wants me to be their toy in exchange for money? She wants her husband to use me, touch me, thrust himself inside me? And she wants to grind her p***y against me while he does?

Wh-what did she just say? She wants me to be their toy in exchange for money? She wants her husband to use me, touch me, thrust himself inside me? And she wants to grind her p***y against me while he does?After pulling her hand from my skirt, Laila grabbed my hand and led me through the dancing crowd, then through a dimly lit back hallway. I stared down at the marble tiles, heart pounding inside my chest when I spotted two large bodyguards standing in front of the last door.

This has to be a joke. Or more like a death sentence.

This has to be a joke. Or more like a death sentence.Intertwining her fingers with mine and squeezing, Laila pulled me toward her until her breasts brushed against my arm. Warmth exploded through my core, my p***y pounding already, and she hadn’t really touched me yet.

When we reached the guards, I stopped Laila. “Are you sure this is okay?”

She giggled, the sound making me tighten, and nodded to the guards anyway. They glanced briefly at me, and then one opened the door into the large luxury office. A white fur rug. A black marble desk. And the mobster with a handsome face and devilish smirk.

With dark brown hair slicked back, a black Rolex clasped around his wrist, and a tailored suit that hugged his muscular body, he gazed across the desk at me and pressed his full pink lips together.

Once the door shut, Laila dropped my hand and walked to her husband. “This is Constantino.”

“H-hi,” I squeaked out, nerves nipping at my insides. “I’m Sage.”

“I know,” he said, voice deep and gruff.

“Y-you know?”

“I know everyone who comes into my club more than once.” Constantino walked around the desk so he stood in front of it, then leaned back and didn’t say another word, his hooded eyes terrifyingly dark.

Laila stood next to him, her left breast pressed against his chest.

I stood next to the couch and stared at them through wide eyes, my core warming. This … this really couldn’t be happening right now. Maybe she was testing me, seeing if I’d touch her husband with her so she could … kill me. Was that what the Mafia did?

“Come here,” she said, reaching for me.

Gulping, I stepped toward her and looked between the married couple.

She dropped her hand and placed it on the front of her husband’s suit pants, stroking the bulge. Wetness pooled between my thighs. I ground my legs together, trying to ease the ache between them.

“Share my husband’s c**k with me,” Laila purred.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she undid his belt, unzipped the front of his pants, then pulled them down. His c**k was hard, long, and so thick through his briefs, and I’d bet it was throbbing, like my p***y was.

I peered up at him, my entire body hot.

But he didn’t say anything, just leaned back and gently drew a finger down the side of her cheek. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were dark and hooded again, making him look like the man of all those rumors, about the man who ran The Syndicate, the man who killed for his wife.

Laila curled her slim, manicured fingers around the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down, revealing his huge c**k inch by inch until Constantino’s d**k sprang out of them.

She held it by the base and pressed her full lips on the tip, her tongue traveling around his head to lick up Constantino’s pre-c*m. I swallowed hard, unable to pull my gaze away from her as she took him into her mouth and stared at me.

After bobbing her head on him a couple of times, she came up for air, strands of spit dangling from her mouth to his c**k. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to accept any offer we give you,” she murmured, unbuttoning the top button of her dress to reveal even more cleavage.

My gaze dropped to her t**s, and I whimpered softly, desperately wanting to see them.

“Order my wife to take off her dress,” Constantino said to me.

Heat grew between my legs. “T-take off your top.”

Laila undid the rest of the buttons and let her dress slide off her slim shoulders, leaving her top half in nothing but a lacy bra that I would’ve sworn was a push-up bra before she took it all off.

“And her bra,” Constantino continued. “Tell her you want to see her tits.”

I ground my thighs together, watching Laila suck on the head of her husband’s c**k while he ordered me to tell her what to do. I swallowed hard, desperately needing someone to touch me, and whimpered.

“Take off your bra too. I want to see your tits.”

With his c**k in her mouth, Laila unfastened her bra and let her t**s bounce out. While her frame was small—not quite petite, but tinier than mine—her t**s lay heavy on her chest, not perky, like I’d expected them to be.

But, f**k, they were even sexier than I’d imagined. I wanted to run my mouth all over them, feel them against mine, feel her n*****s glide against my chest as her husband pounded into her from behind.

Laila bobbed her head faster on her husband’s throbbing c**k, her t**s bouncing around. I clenched and found myself dropping to my knees next to her. She took all of Constantino into her mouth until her lips met the base of his c**k and stared over at me with hot tears in her eyes. After gargling on him for a moment, she pulled away and held his d**k out toward me.

I stared at her, my stomach bubbling with nerves.

“Share it,” Constantino said to Laila.

She pulled me closer to her and nodded at me, as if to say it was okay for me to touch her husband. Constantino pushed himself between us, and our lips traveled up and down his shaft. At first, it was just his c**k on my lips, but then I felt Laila’s lips on mine too.

With the head of his c**k between us, Laila moved her raspberry-stained lips against mine. Warmth exploded through my core, and I hungrily kissed her back, swirling my tongue around his head and against hers.

Instead of thrusting his d**k between us again, Constantino gently pulled himself away so the only thing Laila and I had left to kiss was each other. She shifted closer to me, her lips moving against mine and her hesitant hands resting on my knees.

I wanted her to touch me more. I wanted her hands all over my body.

When I finally pulled away for air, I spotted Constantino leaning against his desk and stroking his hard c**k. His gaze drifted from his wife to me and back, lips parted slightly, but his stare was still harsh.

“Don’t stop, doll,” he ordered.

Laila glanced over at me and furrowed her brow, her drunken haze becoming clearer.

“Touch her, doll. Then, tell me how she feels.”

Goose bumps rose on my skin, the anticipation growing inside me.

Laila leaned closer to me again and pressed her lips against mine, her hand sinking between my thighs. I found myself spreading my knees to give her better access as she rubbed my clit in small, torturous circles.

“Laila,” I moaned against her lips.

She moved her fingers faster and crawled toward me, straddling one of my legs and rubbing her cunt against my thigh. When she moaned into my mouth, I tilted my head back and spread my legs wider, the pressure building up higher inside me.

“How does she feel, doll?” Constantino asked her.

“God,” Laila murmured, her breath catching and her mouth hungrily back on mine. She bucked her hips faster and harder against my thigh, getting herself off. “She feels so good. So f*****g good. I don’t wanna stop.”

“Please,” I whispered against her mouth, “don’t.”

As she continued to grind her cunt against me, she rubbed her fingers against my sensitive clit. She moved even closer, her breasts bouncing against my collarbone. She wrapped her free hand around the front of my throat, forced me to look up at her, and kissed me hard on the mouth.

When she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I f*****g lost it. I moaned into her, legs trembling and pleasure rushing through me. Laila rubbed me even harder and giggled into our kiss, her hips still moving against my thigh.

“f**k, doll,” Constantino grunted, pushing himself off the desk and moving toward us. His hand was tightly wrapped around his c**k, stroking it back and forth quickly. He cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and share my c*m with her.”

As Laila opened her mouth and stared up at her husband, she continued to rub my clit and grind her p***y against my thigh. Constantino pressed the head of his swollen c**k on her tongue and came into her mouth.

My p***y pounded as the pressure rose higher inside me. Laila took all of his c*m in her mouth, licked her lips clean, then leaned over to kiss me. I parted my lips and swapped spit and c*m with her, tasting her husband.

Wave after wave of pleasure exploded through me again. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, my p***y pulsing with delight. Strings of her husband’s c*m hung between our mouths. My entire body tingled.

Laila stared at me through hazy eyes and moved her p***y higher up my thigh, closer to my cunt. She bucked her hips back and forth a few more times and cried out in pleasure, coming all over my leg.

Once I finally came down from the high, I leaned back against Constantino’s desk and took a deep breath. Laila crawled off me and tugged on her dress, watching me carefully, as if the alcohol had worn off. Or maybe it was the lust.

Constantino stuffed himself back into his pants and walked around his desk, pulling a manila folder out of one of his drawers. He handed it to me, and I flipped it open to find a contract for their proposition.

Laila smiled worriedly at me. “Think about it, Sage. Please.”