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“Mmm, can’t miss out on my boyfriend’s cum. You. Both. Together, though. So fucking delicious,” I do the chefs kiss motion, proving my point at how good they taste together. She pulls me to her lips before I even finish my dramatics.

She pulls away but licks both my lips. “We do taste good together, Ghost.” I’m speechless, just staring into her eyes.

I snap out of it and stop the recordings on both cameras. I cannot wait to re-watch this. Hopefully Percy wants to tomorrow, and I’m praying to the devil beside me that he doesn’t regret wanting us to do this to him.

I hear the water running in our bathroom attached to the master bedroom. Mar must be getting it ready. I shouldn’t be giddy about that, but here I am picking up my big ass boyfriend, carrying him into the tub that she’s already sitting in, to give Percy the aftercare he’s going to need. With the biggest smile on my face, I sit us on the opposite side of the oversized tub. Thank fuck, we have this thing. There’s no way we could’ve showered him with him still being passed the hell out. She scoots over to our side, so we’re all back-to-chest in silence until the water gets cold. We wash Percy, then ourselves, quickly. Mar helps me dry him off and get him into bed.

We all drift off to sleep together. Percy lies in the middle, cherished like he always should’ve let me when it was just us. My eyes shut to the thought of Mar belonging here with us, always.

1. STRANGER THINGS - Chase Atlantic

2. Unholy (feat. Kim Petras) - Sam Smith, Kim Petras

3. Swervin (feat. 6ix9ine) - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, 6ix9ine

Chapter nine

Percy

@Königoftheunderworld

Iwoke up with the worst headache I’ve had since my college days. Fuck, my mouth is dry, and I feel like an eighteen-wheeler just ran me over. Looking around, I try to get my wits about me.What the fuck happened last night?

I’m in our bed. I roll over to my other side, and I’m met with a body, but it’s not Mack… It’s Mar. What the hell is going on? I didn’t see her as the staying-over type. We must’ve gotten plastered last night. The last thing I remember is talking with a pissed-off Marcello. It’s all black after that. I can’t even tell you how I got home.

Looking over, Mar I see that Mack’s not even here. I start to panic a little. Did he make it home? What if we left him at the club? Did Marcello’s crazy ass do something to him? What the fuck is happening?

I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, but I am immediately hit with a wave of nausea. Running to the bathroom that’s attached to our room, I dry-heave until I can’t anymore.

Damn, I went way too hard last night. I need to find Mack, though. Trying not to dry-heave again, I get up a hell of a lot slower. I walk out of the room and into the kitchen in search of some water. Turning the corner, I see Mack looking as chipper as ever. He shakes his ass to the music playing as he cooks a massive breakfast spread.

1??Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, I say, “Thank fuck, you’re okay. I thought Marcello had done something bad to you.” Wrapping my hands around his waist, I plaster my chest on his back. At this moment, I realize I couldn’t and never want to live without him. He really is my soul mate.

“Percy, nothing happened to me. It was you that we drugged and took advantage of.” He shoots me a wink, and my breath hitches. Did he just say what I think he did? There’s no way in hell those two pulled that off on their own.It is Mar and Mack, though…

Thinking back to the last thing I remember, I think we were on the dance floor. The clearest thing is Marcello being pissed at Mar for beingin his club. “Did we figure out why Marcello was so mad? I’ve never seen him like that. Quite frankly, I never want to see him like that again, either.”

“Something about Mar’s dad being the head of the Russian Mafia, and I guess he’s Italian Mafia? I’m not really sure. I was just trying not to piss myself. Marcello’s scary.” I chuckled at that. He’s not lying; Marcello is scary ass fuck, but I think he would’ve done something last night if he was going to. Nothing happened, and if I remember correctly, he even let us get a couple of songs in on the dance floor.

“He’s one of my major clients. The biggest one, actually. I’ve never seen that side of him. We need to ask Mar more about it.”

“Ask me more about what?” Mar comes around the corner into the kitchen. She’s breath-taking, even right out of bed. She has one of Mack’s t-shirts on, and it swallows her whole, reaching halfway down her thighs. I’m secretly hoping she doesn’t have anything under there.Not the time to get hard, Percy.

“Marcello.” Mack answers. “But really, we’re not skimming over the fact that we made your darkest fantasy come to life last night. We have the footage of it all too. Come on, I know you want to see it.” He nudges me on the shoulder while flipping the bacon in the pan. How he cooks bacon with no shirt on, I’ll never know.

2??“How do you feel?” Mar asks, looking right into my eyes. I try not to look away, but I do. Embarrassment flooding me; I shouldn’t have wanted this. My fantasy was so dark and out of hand already, but then I had to want it filmed so I could relive it whenever I wanted. Plus, wanting to profit off of it…God, I’m fucked up.

“Hey, look at me.” She is right under me. Her chest hits my stomach, and her hands come to my face. She has such a dominant personality that I truly forget how little her frame is. “I don’t want that ashamed look again. I see it written all over your face. We all have our fantasies. Yours was just a little darker than most people’s. But goddamn, was it hot! I can’t wait for us to put it on the TV in there and watch it with you.” My cock’s already straining in my gray sweatpants. My ass is deliciously sore.

“Mack, did you fuck me last night?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. You’ll have to watch and see.” He smirks with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

He finishes up cooking everything, plates it all, and brings it to me and Mar on the couch. We dive in, groaning at how good it all tastes.

Mar moans, shoving food into her mouth like she hasn’t eaten in days. “Mack, how canyou be that hot and know how to cook?” Fuck, when was the last time we ate? I think it was the takeout yesterday.

He just shrugs. “Are you both ready to watch this? If it gets to be too much, Daddy, tell us, and we’ll turn it off.” I nod, and the screen fills with Mack on his knees, taking Mar’s heels off from last night, and there I am, passed out cold, mask on, lying on the couch behind them. You probably wouldn’t know just by watching that I was out cold, but then you hear Mar say,“Look at him. Rock hard and knocked the fuck out. Worthless and helpless. How about you suck his cock? Get it nice and wet for me. I’m going to ride that defenseless dick.”