Chapter 222 : I Need You Close

Chapter 222 : I Need You Close
Chapter 222: I Need You Close 

Jessica 

I was on all fours, Callan was in front of me and I looked up at him as he took his dick out. Logan was behind me and I heard the sound of a condom wrapper.

“Open your mouth.”

I obeyed, looking up at him through my eyelashes and he rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb and then stuffed his dick into my mouth at the same time Logan thrusted into my pussy. I screamed, my pussy and my throat were tender. Logan spanked my ass, fucking me and making my legs shake. Callan grabbed my hair, used my mouth and made me choke on his díck, they used me for their pleasure and punished me for not listening to them. And I was so wet for them and it was ridiculous. Logan pounded harder, Callan moved my head the way he wanted and made me take every inch of his dick. He kept it deep in my mouth while my body jerked with the force of Logan fucking me.

“Such a fucking whore.” Logan said, spanking me again.

“All I need is to fucking look at you and you make a mess.” I whimpered, struggling around Callan's dick.

“Don't be mean to her, Logan.”’ Callan slapped my face, I whimpered at the sting. He reached down to my breasts, and punched my nipples sharply, making me clench around Logan’s dick was rubbing my clit and drawing out broken moans from my mouth.

“Such a pretty little thing.” Logan slowed down, fucking me gently for a moment.

“Your pussy is so fucking swollen right now, sweetheart. It makes me want to fuck you for hours till you can't fucking take it anymore.” He grabbed my hair and fucked me harder than before.

Callan thrusted into my mouth, making sure he made me take all of him every time. They used me like this for what felt like hours, drawing out orgasm after orgasm out of me while I struggled to breath. Callan pinched my nipples and I cried on his dick, Logan spanked my already red ass till I was nothing but a sobbing and overstimulated mess between them, taking their dicks like a whore. And I was every second of it.

A few minutes more, Callan cum down my throat and at the same time Logan spilled his seed into the condom. I was spent by the time they pulled out of my holes.


“I am not.” I muttered.

“You are not being needed right now?” Callan asked distantly, his eyes on his stupid files.

The pain only made me want more, they had taken care of me after fucking the life out of me, putting me to sleep. I was so sore and so wet at the same time and it was ridiculous.

“I..I just need you close.”

And inside of me again but I didn't say it out loud. He looked at me, we were in his room and he was sitting on a chair near the window, some files scattered around him. He looked at me, then his eyes landed on my thighs that were pressed together. He motioned me to come closer to me and walked closer and sat down on his lap.

“I am busy right now.”

“But…” he pushed two of his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck, you are not getting anything else today.”

I whimpered, sucking his fingers and my hands twitching to rub the ache between my thighs but he didn't bother to pay me attention. He just kept his fingers into my mouth as I sucked on them, getting more needy but he didn't care.


“Who’s birthday?” I asked.

“Nia’s,” Sophie replied.

“Who is she?” She dumped down a few dresses on the bed. Then it clicked, I heard the name before.

“Oh, she is a cousin of your husband.”

“Yes,” she replied, eyes fixed on the dresses.

“Not one of them fits me.” She sniffed and my eyes widened.

“I am going to look horrible and they look so perfect all the time.” She wiped her tears and I rushed towards her.

“I don't deserve even one of them.”

“Wow,” I gently put my hand on her shoulder.

“Looka at me, Sophy.” She looked at me.

“I am sorry, just the fucking hormones messing with me all the damn time.” She muttered.

“You are beautiful, you know that, right? You are beautiful and you are so much more than that.” She smiled sniffing.

“You are amazing, Jessica.” She pulled me in for a hug and I let myself linger. 
For years, I had wished this woman to become my true older sister, it was late but somehow I didn't mind.

“Are we hugging?” Nova said who appeared out of nowhere rushed towards us.

“I love group hugs.”


Callan and Logan watched me, eyes flicking all over me from across the hall. Both dressed in tuxedos and they looked to have walked out of a daydream. They could have been mistaken for businessmen if only Callan didn't have that madness in his eyes and Logan didn't hold his coldness on him like a curtain. My heart thundered and I looked away, they were maintaining their distance and I knew the pounce soon, it was obvious.

I smiled as Nia grinned at her cousins and Sophie as she cut the cake. The terrible bombing by the Taghi had cost Nia a lot, she sat on a wheelchair and her mother distant and standing in a corner and her father buried in the graveyard. Logan had told me to not talk of Nia’s father, her mother didn't like that. The celebration continued, there were many people in the large hall of the Rizzos’ mansion. This mansion was as big as the Santoros’ yet somehow not as comfortable.

“We look awesome.” Nova said, putting an arm around my shoulder. She was wearing a black dress which was similar to mine but mine had a slit on the left leg and brushed my ankles and hers had a skirt.

“Yes, we do.” I agreed, messing with my hair. I straightened it, and it looked good. I would have been feeling good too if only…I looked down at my watch, it was midnight. Seven hours till I will have to leave again. My heart broke just thinking about Zara.

I looked at her, she was with her mother, Monica who was barely able to keep her away from the giant cake. Zara would be sad, Nova would be furious. I let out a shaky breath.

‘You don't have a choice, Jessica.’

I didn't, they might have somehow squeezed themselves into my heart but I knew they wouldn't let me make my own choice. I wondered what they would do if I begged to stay here. I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, my mind flushed back to the mansion. How I had looked at myself in the mirror the very day they had taken me? That woman and the woman I was now had too many differences and that was for them. That was how my father took mother, she fell in love with him and despite everything. And then she was nothing but a politician’s trophy wife.