Five Peeks of Pink

Everly

Everly

Glass shattered in the distance. The cramped house party jolted to a hard stop. Yellowed light bulbs made the swarm of well-dressed teenagers look dirty to the touch. The silence quickly filled in with rancorous laughter from the direction of whatever had broken.

Everyone turned back to their drinks and their friends. Someone in the living room cranked up the music. I passed a lit cigarette to my friend, Olivia, and took a drink from a red Solo cup. Sickly sweet alcohol rolled heavy over my tongue and scratched down my throat. The taste was too foul to burn.

My lips screwed up. I flattened against the kitchen wall. What the hell was this? Three different liquors plus cranberry juice, pickle juice, and cotton candy? It was vile. But it would get me drunk. It wasn't like we could have brought our own booze. It'd been hard enough sneaking out of Olivia's house. Our parents thought we were having a sleepover.

"When do you get to move out, Everly?" Luna shouted over the music.

"Whenever the dorms open," I said with a shrug.

"Ugh, same," Luna said. "It's only like four months away, but it feels like it's years away."

I couldn't relate to her pain. Of course, I was excited to go to art school in the fall. But there was so much more to do before then. If I looked that far into the future, I'd be overlooking the fun of my last two weeks of school, graduation, and summer! I didn't want to miss out on any of that! Not even in my head.

"Same," Olivia said, passing Luna the cigarette. "I am so ready to get out of my parents' house. I try to remind myself they're not as strict as Everly's. But they still suck."

Luna glanced at me. "I thought your stepdad wasn't so bad."

My stepdad, the boss of the Degrassi Crime Family, wasn'tsobad? I'd laugh if I wouldn't have to explain myself. They didn't know my family's business. Or about the four times my stepdad and stepbrother had...punished me. That was a secret dirtier than the punishments themselves. Plus, it'd been like three months since Marino and Teo had bothered me. Their fixation was practically ancient history.

"Marino's more like uptight than strict," I said carefully. "He doesn't force me into a phony box like my dad did. But he still holds me to a ridiculous standard. I can't believe he's letting me go to a school on the other side of the state!"

"Maybe your stepdad wants you out of his house," Olivia said.

"No way. Marino's probably letting me follow my dreams because it makes him look good," I said. "He's constantly working. I barely see him or any of my stepbrothers. Even when they're home, they don't notice me."

Mom had told me Marino had cut some sort of deal with the crime family who ran in that area, so I could attend. Ever since the cops had raided one of Marino's businesses back in February, he and Teo had become totally aloof. They thought I was behaving myself. In truth, my bad behavior didn't hit their radar because their Mafia shitshow overshadowed everything.

It. Was. Awesome. I barely had to worry about them catching me smoking or sneaking out! Their punishments had been so worth it.

"Come on, let's go outside," Luna said, tugging at her shirt collar. "It's way too hot in here."

The three of us went into the backyard and lit up a cigarette. We chatted about how chill prom had been and argued about plans for a graduation party.

The light shining through the kitchen's windows dimmed on one side. The dimness flowed to the other window.

What the heck? Everyone inside had crowded together like they were giving someone a wide berth. Someone must be puking and running. Strong, terrible drinks will do that to you.

In the kitchen, a football player flattened himself against the cheery wallpaper. He paled. His eyes were wide and following something. I snorted. He must have taken something out of his league. Two girls near him pointed toward the porch door. They bit their bottom lips and giggled to each other with heavily lidded eyes.

The door opened with a pained screech. Two men with sharp jawlines and dressed in even sharper suits stepped outside.

My chest froze over.

Teo and Marino strolled down the rickety wooden steps as if they owned the place. Marino's usually well-combed hair was stringy with sweat. Teo's expertly shined leather shoes were scuffed.

Their near-black eyes locked onto me. Their expressions remained placid as they walked over. I knew they were feeling anything but. Something had happened to them, and whatever it was, they'd brought it to me. Why?! Why me?

I glanced around the yard. The only exits were behind my stepdad and stepbrother. I ducked down and opened my mouth to warn my friends. I didn't get a chance.

"Everly, get in the car," Marino said over the top of Olivia's head.

Olivia froze. Her eyes shot wide. She had no clue he was a mob boss. None of my friends had family in the life. That didn't matter. Him being here meant we were utterly screwed.

"Why are you here?" I asked with more whine in my tone than intended.

Marino's stare narrowed. "Get in the car, Everly."

There was no point in asking him again.

I handed my cup to Luna and went around the house, avoiding a walk of shame past my entire school. Teo followed me hot on my heels. A shiny black Mercedes was parked across the street. Two cars back was a minivan. Olivia's dad stood by it with his arms crossed.

My stepbrother opened the Mercedes' back door, and I got inside. The duffel bag I'd packed for the sleepover was on the seat beside me. I put two and two together. He'd gone to Olivia's house to bring me home, discovered we'd sneaked out, and then went hunting.

I stared at the house as if I expected it to erupt in flames. A minute later, Marino walked across the lawn with his hands in his pockets and Olivia behind him. Teo got behind the wheel and Marino got in the front seat. Olivia disappeared in the direction of the minivan.

"We searched two other fucking parties," Marino snapped as we drove off. "I almost shot your friend's parents because their sniveling was getting on my nerves. They were too busy panicking and producing snot to search for their daughter. It's a miracle they ever figured out how to make a baby."

I wrung my hands together. In the past, this was the point where I'd apologize and accept fault for my actions solely to get him off my case. The fury in Marino's tone told me that apologizing would only infuriate him further. He'd never spoken to me with so much venom before.

"Do you even know who you are?" Marino said over his shoulder.

"Yes," I said. My brows knit together. Of course I did. That's why I was at that house party. I was Everly D'Onofrio. An eighteen-year-old senior and a social butterfly who loved drinking and partying like any other high schooler.

"Go ahead, Everly," Marino said, "you're already in deep shit. Tell me who you are."

"I'm the stepdaughter of the Grassi Family's boss," I said. I knew exactly what he wanted to hear from me. Made Men were pathetically simple. They liked having their egos stroked more than their cocks. Although if you confronted them with that truth, you'd get a bullet between the eyes.

"Oh, so you do know," Marino said with mock surprise. "You do recognize how dangerous it is to be outside of my grasp. Do you even know whose territory you're in right now?"

I crossed and then uncrossed my legs. "Yours."

"And how do you figure that?"

"That house belongs to my classmate."

"Ah, yes," Marino said, "mob boss's territories are dictated by school district boundaries."

My entire body flushed. Yeah, okay, maybe that had been a stupid assumption on my part, but he didn't need to be so mean about it.

"Two of my men were shot dead in the street," Marino said, "and my stepdaughter was slinking around thinking no one could find her. Jesus fuckin' Christ."

I stayed silent for the rest of the drive.

Teo parked the car on my parents' driveway. He grabbed my bag from the backseat before getting out. I tugged on the door latch, but it wouldn't open. Seriously? They'd put the child locks on?! They already had me. I wasn't going to run. There was nowhere to run.

Marino opened the door for me. "My office," he said. "Now."

I darted past him and into the house. The two towering, stoic men kept up with my scattered pace. They walked as if nothing were amiss.

When we passed my bedroom, Teo tossed my duffel bag through its open door without slowing his roll. Glass cracked together, and heavy objects hit the wooden floor. My shoulders hiked up. It sounded like he'd managed to swipe my desk clean with his throw.

Marino's office was comfortably warm. The wood-paneled walls and large maroon rug didn't make me feel cozy, though. The professional vibe only added to my edginess.

"Sit on the front of my desk," Marino said as he pushed by me.

I sat down. The cold, crisp wood surface bored into me. Marino took a seat behind his desk. Teo shut us inside.

An arm banded around my waist and yanked me backward. My butt slid to the middle of the desk. I flailed as I fell back. My head smacked Marino's hard shoulder. His hold on me was heavy as metal, paralyzing my lower half.

Teo ripped open my jeans.

"Ow, stop," I gasped. I grabbed Marino's upper arms as Teo roughly stripped my pants off.

A smirk contorted my stepbrother's mouth. "Do you think these are the ones I licked clean?"

One of what? What on earth was he talking about?

"The dirty panties you gave me after the boss caught you smoking," Teo said, picking up on my confusion. "I cleaned them real good for you before I put them in your laundry."

Oh my God. Nausea roiled in my gut. That had happened six months ago. I owned several pairs of black cotton bikinis. But I'd probably wornthatpair several times since then.

Teo removed my underwear. He dropped to his knees. The heavy sound jolted up my spine, pushing me further against Marino. Teo pressed on the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs and pushing my knees toward the desk.

Cold air rushed over my pussy. A lump grew in my throat. He didn't look like he just wanted a peek this time.

I kicked at the air, trying to close my legs. Teo leaned more of his weight on me. His nose pressed against my clit. He breathed deep. His eyes closed and his lips parted with a wet sound. Something hot, wet, and firm pressed against my ass hole.

"No!" I shouted and pushed at his head.

Marino jerked my hands to my chest.

"Shh, shh, shhh," Marino said, pressing his mouth to my ear. "I've been too nice on you. We warned you what a husband does to his misbehaving wife. You need to learn a lesson to save yourself. How else can I trust you to behave in college?"

Teo dragged his tongue upward, parting my dusky inner lips. The wet heat sank into me with a fuzzy, ticklish feeling. I didn't want his tongue anywhere on me. I didn't want anyone's mouth down there. It was gross, and there was no way it could feel good. It was all about what they wanted and humiliating me.

"No!" I tried to jolt upright. Marino forced my back to his chest.

Warm, soft lips pressed against my forehead and then my temple. I stiffened. I glanced to my left. Marino kissed down the side of my face.

"Calm down,principessa," Marino said against my skin. "We've already tasted you. It's too late to fight us off."

Teo licked my outer lips one at a time, leaving sickly hot trails behind. My stepdad's fingers stroked my side as he kissed down my neck. I shuddered and dug my nails into his arm.

My stepbrother licked a path from my asshole to my clit. I whimpered. He placed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over my pussy as he worked his way back down.

Pressure coiled around my spine. A flood of molten arousal pooled within me. I didn't want it. I wanted this liquidy heat to go away. It was so gross and-and so not enough.

Teo's tongue pressed inside me. I gasped. The shock gave me the energy to overpower his hold. My knees snapped together. I planted my feet on his shoulders and shoved. Without opening his eyes or pulling out, Teo gently grasped my legs and forced them apart and then down, removing my feet from his shoulders.

"Do you need to be tied down?" Marino asked.

Something dark and heady flickered behind my clit. I gulped my rising confusion down. "N-No. I don't want this."

"Too bad. From now on, this is what will happen every time you misbehave," Marino said. "Daddy will hold you down while someone eats your pussy. Your stepbrothers, my capos, Teo's soldiers, whoever I want to watch eat such a pretty pussy."

Spots crowded my vision. Teo pulled out of me. He sat back on his haunches, wet two of his fingers and then pressed them where his tongue had been.

A moan caught in the back of my throat. Delirious, delicious fullness sent a thrill up my spine. A tremor took hold of my hips.

"Fuck, you're tight," Teo said. His mouth and chin glistened in the low lamplight. His pumping fingers drew out a squelching sound. "So fucking wet."

Marino let out a shuddering breath. He cupped one of my breasts, his thumb rubbing circles over my clothes. "How does she taste?" Marino croaked.

"Like a dream," Teo said. He leaned back in and captured my clit between his lips.

I yelped. My mind shot fuzzy, and my sense of touch heightened.

"Slower, Teo," Marino said. "It's too much for her."

Teo's flicking tongue slowed. The sharp overwhelm faded into a pleasant pulsing. Every flick sent a wave of pressure and pleasure through me. Teo's pace slowed further, and the waves grew larger.

I gasped for air and arched my back. My mouth was wide open, but my lungs were no fuller.

"Yeah?" Marino whispered. "Is your brother eating you good?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. Breathing around each stroke of his tongue took all of my brainpower.

Marino ran a hand through my hair. He rubbed my sides, my breasts, and my stomach. He pressed soft, sweet kisses to my temple as Teo strummed between my legs.

I writhed on the desk, completely out of control of every fiber of myself. Teo feasted on me. His eyes closed, expression relaxed. His fingers moved inside me at a steady pace. I hurtled into the unknown. The world was ending--or was it just starting?

A throaty moan escaped me. Marino shuddered. The pressure between my legs lurched once, twice, and then all was lost. I threw my head back as tension tore from my body. My vision blackened. I convulsed around Teo's fingers.

I may have screamed. I may have cried. The only known was that I was at the mercy of a tidal wave of my own creation.

Consciousness sank back into me. My limbs weighed twice what I remembered. Teo's cheek rested on my thigh. At some point, I'd thrown my legs over his shoulders.

Marino stood, sitting me up in the process. I sat perfectly still, yet my blood sloshed from side to side. Teo got onto his feet and plucked me off the desk. He moved to an armchair and deposited me on his lap, with my back to his front.

Marino stalked around the desk. From a plastic bottle on the bar cart, Teo poured a thick, clear substance onto his index finger.

My stepdad kneeled before us.

Oh, no. No. No more!

I curled back into Teo and tried to close my legs. It was no use. My knees were hooked over Teo's thighs. I couldn't budge an inch.

"Sit up," Teo said.

I straightened my spine. I held Marino's gaze as Teo snaked his hand under me. A wet finger pushed against my ass hole. I gasped and gripped the chair's arms. The finger pressed against my hole firmer and harder until it popped inside.

Stinging pain ripped through me. Tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes.

"Relax,Tesoro. You're making it worse for yourself," Teo said with a tenderness unwarranted for such filthy actions. "Just one finger. Rock your hips until it feels right."

Relax? Impossible. I ground down, desperate for this to be over fast. The finger slipped deeper and deeper with softening echoes of pain.

"You've got it all,principessa," Marino said with warmth.

My cheeks flushed, and my shoulders rolled forward. Teo wrapped his free arm around my middle. He nuzzled his nose in my hair. Goosebumps trickled down my neck. The tingle of my skin didn't distract from the foreign fullness in my butt.

"Where's his finger, Everly?" Marino asked.

I sniffled. "In my ass."

Marino nodded. "Whose finger is in your ass?"

"T-Teo's," I said. "My brother's."

"Good girl," Teo purred into my ear.

Marino leaned in. The tip of his tongue traced my speared hole. I whimpered and screwed my eyes shut. It didn't feel good like Teo's tongue had. It hurt like it was supposed to. They'd lied to me when they'd said anal wouldn't hurt!

"She's gripping you like you belong there," Marino said.

"She might snap my finger when she cums," Teo said.

Marino kissed his way upward. He lapped at my pussy as if he were cleaning me. My stepdad planted a kiss over my clit and then suckled the bundle of nerves. I collapsed against Teo. My head lolled back, rocking side to side on his shoulder.

"Fuck, she's sweet," Marino said.

"She gets soaked so fast," Teo said.

Fingers shoved into my pussy. The delirious, weighty pulse returned between my legs, and the pain faded from my ass. I whined in disgust.

Teo kissed the hollow behind my ear. "It's okay,principessa," he said. "You can take it for us."

I thought I couldn't get any fuller. The fingers inside me forced me to pay attention. I couldn't escape the truth or the pleasure.

Marino spread his fingers, stretching me. I shuddered. He licked around his fingers, around where he'd forced me open.

"Good girl," Marino said. "You stretch so pretty for us."

I bit my lip to stifle a cry of agreement.

"At the rate you misbehave," Teo breathed into my ear, "your husband will end up calling us on your wedding night. He'll fuck you boneless and then ask us to come lick your sore pussy better. Would you like that?"

My body flooded with heat. I craved every part of Teo and Marino's filth.

Marino sucked my pulsing clit. His soft, plush lips worked me. I shook uncontrollably. I grabbed Teo's arm and then the chair's and then Teo's sides. Nothing granted me stability.

My chest heaved as my body fought to release the tension between my legs. I thrashed from side to side. Marino held my hips steady. Teo let me buck against him.

Teo's finger moved in tandem with his father's.

I screamed. The ceiling swam in and out of view, tainted by my second orgasm. I choked for air and sank further into myself. My eyes fluttered closed. I slumped, and Teo caught me. I didn't fight him when he turned me on his lap and cradled my limp body.

Fingers stroke through my hair. Large, slick lips pressed to my ear.

"You loved that," Marino said.

I shook my head. My neck ached.

"You'll misbehave again," Marino said. "We all know it."

No. No more of this. I'd find a way to be me and live under Marino's rules. I refused to miss out on attending art school. I refused to let them pleasure me again. I loathed that I knew just how wicked and talented their tongues were.

I couldn't find my voice to argue. There was no point in expressing myself.

Teo carried me to my room. He lay me on my bed and then left without a word.

With the click of the door closing, the soreness in my muscles morphed into pleasure. I glared at the darkness. Marino was right. But I'd never give him the satisfaction of being proved right.

Never.