CHAPTER 29

LUCIAN

Sunday was Chancey’s day off so Lucian drove the Mercedes. Lexie tried to convince them to go via subway but then realized she wasn’t coming back with a suitcase full of her clothes on the train.

Besides, he felt like driving.

They went down to the parking lot, it was full of flashy cars, most had a thin layer of dust on them. Some of the richest people in the city lived there, but it was funny how they didn’t seem to use their expensive cars very much.

He opened the door for Lexie.

“Ma’am,” he said.

“Thank you,” she nodded in an excessively slanted British accent.

“You have to wear the cap,” said Crow.

“What?”

He nodded at the windshield, Chancey’s driver cap hung there.

“Fuck you, miss Daisy,” Lucian laughed.

“Now, quick, Mister Kovolski,” he followed in a mock southern accent, “we don’t want to be late.”

They all laughed, Lucian put the cap on, saluted Lexie with it, and drove to her place.

Driving at noon on Manhattan, wasn’t as bad as he expected. Well, it is Sunday, after all.

As they got closer to their destination, the big buildings, the bright, modern storefronts and hordes of tourists began to fade, replaced by dilapidated apartment complexes.

The buildings around those parts were much older, people walking on the streets wore cheap clothes, their faces rugged. This was a part of the city you never saw in movies. No glamour, no bright opportunities anywhere. This was the real New York.

“You know your way around here,” said Lexie.

“We found you near our favorite restaurant,” Lucian replied.

She nodded, trying to hide her anxiety. Lucian placed his hand over hers.

“Are you okay?”

She pressed her lips in a pretend smile.

“You’re safe with us,” Crow said.

“I know.”

“If I see those bastards again, I’ll fucking—”

“Crow,” Lucian interrupted, “take it easy.”

Crow looked at him through the rear-view mirror. He was usually a pretty composed person, but you never wanted to be on his bad side.

He held his gaze. One thing that Crow respected was strength, and he liked Lucian because he never let himself be intimidated by him.

“I don’t think she needs to hear violent shit right now.”

Crow’s eyes softened, he understood.

As the son of a single mother, he learned about violence. Especially at school. Older kids bullied him and fought him every day. Instead of hunkering down and crying, he learned to take it. It was the first challenge he set for himself. Beat those motherfuckers.

He learned to fight, to prove himself he wasn’t going to be afraid of anyone. To know that his fists were all he needed to defend himself.

He was eight.

Next year, Lucian started going to the same school, and as the new kid, the bullies tried to pick on him.

Crow saved him from a beating, sending Ricky Thompson to the nurse with a fat lip. They were inseparable ever since.

These streets reminded him of those days. When father was still around, before his mom died and he took him in.

By the time they were in their twenties, his father —their father— had opened several underground Casinos in New York, Jersey and Queens. Just a small room with several slot machines and poker.

“You’re right,” Crow said, taking him out of his thoughts, “I’m sorry, beautiful.”

Lucian had to hold back his laughter. Hearing Crow say he was sorry was strange. Something was happening to him. Something good.

***

They stopped in front of a sad four story building. The broken plaster on it tried to hide the fact that it was old as dirt. The faded white paint with red accents was now full of grime. It looked like an old prostitute, trying to look good but knowing that her time was now gone, and there was nothing much left for her in the future.

“You can wait here,” Lexie said.

“What?” He and Crow replied.

“I thought we were going in with you,” Lucian followed.

Lexie fished for an excuse, he could tell she was trying to think of something to say, but she gave up, “no, guys, it’s ugly—”

“We know it’s ugly,” Crow interrupted, “so what?”

Lucian opened the door and got out of the car.

“What if someone steals your car?” She asked, as a last ditch effort.

Crow stepped out and twisted his head right then left, cracking his neck.

“What if nothing happens?” He asked, “Come on, Lexie, have faith in us, don’t be ashamed.”

“It’s not shame, it’s…”

She didn’t finish. Of course it was that.

“You live in a penthouse, I don’t want you to judge me—”

Lucian’s heart almost stopped.

“Seems you’re the one who’s judging us.”

That made her stop.

“We worked our way to the top,” Crow said with a smile.

“Started from the bottom, dear.”

Crow crossed the street, towards the building, “in fact, this is much nicer than where I lived, back when I was a kid.”

Lexie rolled her eyes, “you can’t be serious.”

He just looked at her, Lucian knew he was serious, and just by looking at him, she knew it too.

“Fine,” she said, throwing her hands, “you guys are impossible.”

***

Her apartment was the first one on the right, third floor. It wasn’t a big building, four apartments per floor, one on each corner, the stairs right in the middle, zigzagging their way among moss and dirt, no elevator in sight.

It smelled like wet cardboard. It wasn’t an entirely bad smell, but it was noticeable.

Lucian thought it was going to be a quiet place. The age of the building gave it a certain… quality that he expected to see in old people, but that wasn’t the case.

The sound of pre-recorded laughter came out of some of the rooms. People watching TV, not caring if the volume was too loud.

A kid came down running beside them, not even looking up. He was surprised he didn’t misstep and fall all the way down the stairs.

Lexie seemed anxious about the whole situation. Crow walked behind her, Lucian followed them last.

He almost fell sorry for her when he stepped inside her room. Almost.

The girl was pretty smart and worked hard, she just hadn’t been given a chance.

Her place was almost empty. An orange sofa on one side of the room, just beside a window that looked to the street, a dark gray carpet with stains that seemed older than he was, a bathroom, kitchenette and a door to her room.

“Sorry about the mess,” she said, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“What mess?” Crow asked.

There was a t-shirt on the sofa, and two or three plates in the sink, but other than that, the place looked fine.

She pressed her lips and walked to her bedroom.

Crow looked at him.

“Shit is hard,” he said, “remember the old days?”

That he did.

Lucian followed Lexie. He was almost astonished she got a queen-sized mattress in there. It occupied almost the whole room.

She was grabbing clothes from her closet and putting them in a sports bag.

“Like it?” she asked.

She showed him her swimsuit. A full, navy blue piece. Imagining her in it was more than enough to make his heart race.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“I used to swim, you know, to lose weight.”

“What happened?”

Her mouth fell open, looking at him in astonishment.

“What do you mean what happened?”

“Yeah, I—”

“Do I look that fat? I mean, I know I’m curvy but—”

“That’s not what I meant!” Lucian said, trying to save some face.

“You fucked up,” Crow teased, from behind, “I think you look incredible.”

“Thank you, Crow.”

“Oh, come on! I meant why did you stop going!”

“Why, because I’m fat?” she asked and covered her mouth, she was having much too fun putting him on the spot like that.

“Just stop it, Lucian,” said Crow, “don’t get in any more trouble.”

“Shut up, man. It’s an honest question!”

“Why, because I’m—”

“Come on!” He pleaded, “and stop giggling, you two!”

She couldn’t hold it anymore, she began laughing out loud.

“You should’ve seen your face!” She said, Crow kept on snickering.

Lucian shook his head, “you’re gonna pay for this, girl.”

She faked biting her nails, “I’m so scared!”

Crow stopped laughing. He thought the same thing he did. The thought of making her pay turned him on.

She noticed. Or must have noticed because her eyes narrowed and her demeanor was no longer so innocent, then continued taking clothes off the rack.

“I’m just kidding,” she said, “it got too expensive, besides, work took all of my time so that’s why I stopped.”

She opened a drawer, began to put folded clothes in her bag.

“What are those? T-shirts?

She stopped and showed it to him. Light pink, floral patterned underwear.

His boner almost ripped his pants open.

“Fuck,” Crow said, “you need to bring more of those.”

She laughed.

“Just a couple, maybe,” she said with a wink.

She zipped her bag close and walked towards them.

“All right, time to go.”

They stepped back as she walked to the living room, if you can call a lonely sofa in front of a water stained wall a living room.

“No need to stay here longer than we need.”

Lucian slowly stepped towards her, he was hungry now. Hungry for her.

“I like it in here,” he said.

“Are you crazy?”

Crow was following him. Saying nothing. He was probably thinking the same thing.

Her eyes found his and she shut her mouth. She knew what was coming, her eyes turned from sweet and innocent to something else. They had an edge now.

He slowly walked towards her and touched her face.

“Yeah, I’m crazy.”

She smiled, “just don’t say—”

“Crazy for you.”

He knew it was cheesy, he knew, but what could he do? Lie? He leaned forward and kissed her before she could reply.

She kissed him back, her lips fusing with his passionately. She wanted this as much as he did.

He pulled back, his eyes fixed on hers, there wasn’t anyone more beautiful in the world.

She tried to kiss him again but he pulled away.

“I told you I was going to make you pay,” he whispered, trying hard to not give in to temptation and just take her right there, “and I meant it.”

Crow walked to the window, his eyes intently focused on them, not saying anything.

Lucian grabbed her arm and whirled her around to face his brother, grazing her ass with his cock, giving her taste of what was coming.

“Pass me that,” Lucian said, and Crow gave him a white tank top lying on top of the sofa.

“Stay still,” he ordered her, and she obeyed. He took her hands and tied them behind her back.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Alexa”

“Have I?” she replied with a sweet, innocent voice.

Fucking hell. She was too good at this. He put his hand on her throat, just to let her know who was in charge here, and she pushed her ass back against his cock.

Crow remained motionless, his gaze fixed on her. Lexie seemed as if in a trance, ready for what was coming. She liked the attention, it was her weakness.

His hand went from her neck to undo the top button on her shirt.

“If you keep behaving like that, we’ll have to keep doing this. Now you’ll have to be obedient.”

She was breathing fast now, full of need.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes, what?”

It took her two seconds to reply. She tried to fight her instincts but lost.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the top of her blouse and ripped it open.

He showed her breasts to Crow, tying her by the wrists and making her touch his cock over the fabric of his dockers. Her skin felt hot, anxious.

But he could be patient. He had to make sure she understood what would happen to her if she dared make fun of him.

Not that he cared. But he loved making her suffer like this.

Crow leaned back on the window, not for a second taking his eyes off of her.

“Is this turning you on? A man looking at you while another man disciplines you?”

She bit her lip, and began to shake her head.

“Say it,” Lucian said.

She couldn’t fight it anymore.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice sweet like an angel’s.

“It’s my turn to be inside of you, you know that?”

She didn’t reply. Her hands tried to jerk him off, his cock was hard as steel. He needed to fuck her now. He needed to fill her with his seed.

“You will sit on my cock,” he said.

“Yes,” she whispered, she couldn’t even pretend anymore.

He slid his hand down her pants, making her whimper, her legs almost gave in, but he held her. She was soaking wet, she couldn’t hide any longer.

“I love your taste,” he said, bringing his fingers, drenched in her juices, to his mouth. He tasted her slowly, he wanted to take everything that she was and make it his. His hand went back down, sliding between her labia, grazing her entrance.

She moaned.

He pushed her pants down, below the knees.

“You’re a pervert,” he said, “this is turning you on. Flashing your pussy at Crow.”

“No.”

“I don’t like liars. I’ll have to fuck you so hard you’ll be dripping my cum all the way back home.”

She took a deep breath, trying hard to control herself. But she couldn’t.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded.

“Fuck me, what?”

“Please fuck me, sir.”

Crow began to undo his pants, letting his cock out, she opened her mouth, faking surprise.

He slowly walked forward, pushing her to Crow.

This girl will drive me insane.

“You want me to feel what Crow felt?” he asked as he pressed her against his friend’s body.

Her head rested on his chest.

He let Crow be the one who took her first. Now it was his turn.

***

Lexie wanted to scream. She wanted to yell, to let everyone in the building know she was being fucked by two gorgeous men. She wanted everyone to know these men owned her completely.

Crow’s eyes did her in. Or maybe it was Lucian’s voice. Or the way he trapped her and showed her things she’d never known.

“Fuck me, please, sir,” she pleaded again.

She was flooded in delight, her juices rolling down her thighs. Lucian pressed her hard against Crow, she was sandwiched between them.

She tried to kiss Crow but he moved his face away, teasing her.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered, looking up at him.

Crow shook his head, “not yet.”

His grin, his whole attitude made her go crazy. It was almost evil. He was enjoying her suffering.

No, he wasn’t going to put it in her mouth, he wasn’t—

Lucian slid his cock on her core, drenching it with her juices. His sticky pre-cum already dripped down on her.

Her breasts pressed hard against Crow, who did not lift a finger to touch her. She craved his touch, and he knew it. That’s why he held back.

“Please,” she told him, “please, touch me.”

He grinned even harder. He was enjoying this too much.

“Touch me you fucking—”

Lucian put his cock inside. Just the tip, less than that.

Her body responded in kind, fiery lust ran through her veins, almost making her come.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, looking up at Crow, trying to make him understand how much she loved this.

She moved closer to him and Crow couldn’t wait any longer. He kissed her, sending shivers all over her body. Her moan got lost in Crow’s kiss as Lucian finally slid inside of her.

Pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She could’ve died in that moment, and she would have been fine with it.

His thickness filled her, it was everything she wanted. Crow bit her lower lip softly. The heat of their bodies blanketed her. It was more than just sex, it was her finding a whole different world, right between these men.

She was going to fall. Her knees were going to give in. But they held her tight; there was nothing to fear.

Lucian entered her completely, his waist crashing against her ass, his manhood hard and big and much different than Crow’s. It was perfect, both of them were.

Electric pleasure surged through her body, flowing like a river of intoxicating delight.

Crow looked at her with fire in his eyes. He grabbed his shaft, hard and ready.

“This is all your fault,” he said, jerking his cock up and down, letting her see what she’d made him do. She opened her mouth, announcing her need, but he shook his head.

His hot breath caressed her skin, goose bumps rising on her arms.

There it was. Sudden pressure in her center, Lucian filled her mound, Crow’s hard cock pressed against her skin. Being taken like this made her feel so incredibly wanted. Craved. An atomic bomb that surged from her sex made her yell, almost making the building tremble. Her knees gave in, but the brothers held her in place, trapped between them, her chest on Crow, Lucian behind.

The dam broke again, she yelled and sat, sat, sat on Lucian’s manhood as hard as she could, his hardness something she was addicted to now, then he roared and filled her with his seed, pushing so hard she was crushed between the brothers, loving every second of it.

She screamed his name, again and again, her orgasm never ending.

Crow joined, his seed exploding over her shirt and bra and breasts, rolling down from her torso to her waist and legs.

The three of them joined in a moment of ecstasy. A moment where only they existed.

Silence.

The muffled sound of loud TV sets on other apartments reached them, as they came down from heaven into the world.

Lucian remained inside of her, his seed dripping out, falling on her underwear.

Lucian untied her wrists and she fell forward unto Crow. She leaned on him, her eyes looking back at Lucian.

The tall, sexy blonde man met her gaze, still breathing hard.

She looked down, her breasts got some of Crow’s seed on them.

She trembled.

“Come live with us,” Crow whispered.

She turned to him, “what?”

“Come live with us,” Lucian repeated.

She began to shake her head but Lucian talked before she could say anything.

“Just for a month, at least, to see if you like it.”

Like it? Of course she would like it. She wasn’t worried about that.

She was worried about them. All this seemed so perfectly… perfect.

But it had to end. Nothing this good could last forever.

“You’ll get tired of me.”

“Never,” Crow immediately said.

Lucian shook his head, “you know that’s not true.”

“We can end this before it’s too late. Before reality sinks in.”

“That’s fear,” Crow said.

“Do you want to be with us?”

Of course she did. Of course she was afraid. Not of them, or of their relationship.

She was afraid of all the things she would do if they kept doing things like this. How low she would go. How ruined she would be for other men when they got tired of her.