2: The Rossi Brothers

HAZEL

The ball passed in a blur of faces and greetings, and dance movements, and Alpha hovering over my every move.

I finally broke free from him when I had to use the toilet. I took my time, and by the time I came out, it wasn't to return to the party. It was to loiter around in search of fresh air and calmness that has seemed to elude me these past days

I ventured into the quiet and unoccupied space on the first floor. It was barely illuminated, and it looked like all sorts of things could happen here, but it was better than being in the bright room with Alpha.

I couldn't stop thinking about my life, about my upcoming marriage with this man, about the fact that I was going to sign my life away to him. There should be a way out of this but no matter how hard I thought about the possible way out, I couldn't seem to come up with one. It was simply impossible.

I was lost in my thoughts as I walked around when something stopped me. I froze in a spot, and it took a minute before I heard it again.

A strangled sob.

A low moan. A whimper. Then clapping sounds.

My ears picked up and my body became aware as my legs moved forward towards the direction of the sound. The more I walked, the clearer the sounds got.

“Please… Please, arrrrhh,” it was a feminine voice alright, one that sounded tortured and pleasured like she was being broken apart in the most beautiful way. The sounds she was making were too wanton, like the forces wringing them out of her were beyond human comprehension.

I knew she was getting fucked and I knew I should have walked away but my lonely and miserable wanted to see how good she was getting fucked that she was alternating between screams, moans, and whimpers.

I got to the door, slightly opened by luck and when I peeped in, the sight that greeted me knocked the breath out of me.

It was what I had assumed, right? But it was also much more than that. The girl was kneeling on all fours on the sofa and thrusting into her from behind was Xaden Rossi while her lips were wrapped around a dick that belonged to Zephyr Rossi.

She was naked with her boobs bouncing with thrusts from both angles. I swallowed at the image in front of me. Of course, the Rossi Brothers were up to something like this. They were vile, disgusting, and stupid.

But why was my core dampening? My throat suddenly dried, and my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.

Why was I imagining myself in her position?

“Watching my brothers now, are we?”

I froze and wished the ground would open up and swallow me at the quiet voice that came up from behind me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was.

Cyrus Rossi. The violent brother with more blood on his hands than water. The one whose presence irked my soul.

I squared my shoulders and wore a blank expression before turning back to him.

“I heard strange noises. Turns out that it's your brothers who are up to no good again.”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips, “The no good is called a threesome,” he explained casually while the sounds continued in the background. The girl was now sounding like she was on the verge of death. But the slapping and gurgling sounds only increased. They weren't slowing down.

And it was weird to stand here with Cyrus Rossi while his brothers were fucking a girl behind us.

“If I should join them, it's going to become a foursome.”

I scoffed, “Good for you.”

“Even better for the lady. She's the one getting more pleasured by three cocks and tongues at the same time. For foursomes with more male partners, the lady is the one at the receiving end.”

The image his statement planted in my head was so visceral I'd have closed my eyes if he wasn't watching me closely. Cyrus Rossi was watching me like he was waiting for me to show a reaction or something. And for that, I kept my expression impassive.

“You and your brothers don't strike me as ones to do something that won't benefit you more.”

“You'd be shocked.”

I was. I was shocked by the fact that we were talking about this. We've never talked for this long, and now that we were, we had to talk about sex and foursomes while my core ached and dampened even more, and a smile lingered on his face as if he knew what was going on with me.

He probably does. He was an Alpha Prince after all.

“Good for you guys,” I dismissed him and walked away. I wasn't going to think about it: I wasn't going to think about the way Zephyr’s hand was wrapped around her ponytail and guiding her head as he made use of her mouth in the filthiest way while Xaden was holding her by her waist as he rammed into her with powerful thrusts.

I wasn't going to think about how my panties were now sticking to my core. It wasn't about them, it was about me and my nonexistent sex life. I was starved, and if it had been any other attractive men in their position, I'd still have the same reaction.

It made me remember all the times my finger had hovered over that last icon, all the times I'd signed up on the site, all the times I'd wanted to risk it all… But I'm a coward, I've always been a coward, and that was why I never went through with it. That was why I was going through with the wedding.

“Where have you been?”

That voice startled me so much that I nearly tumbled to the floor. It was Alpha, and I didn't know when he crept up behind me. His presence and voice were enough to get rid of what I was feeling earlier.

“I was in the Ladies.”

“This doesn’t look like a toilet.”

“I… I decided to walk around a little. Needed to get away from the music and loud conversation.”

He regarded me for a while as if he was trying to gauge if he should believe my words or not. Eventually, a sly grin lit his eyes and he started to advance towards me.

“Well, it's a good thing that you're here, away from all that loudness.”

The here, I realized when I glanced around, was a darker part of the first floor. The bulb here was flickering on and off and as he advanced towards me, I backed away from him and I backed further into the corridor.

“Now that we're alone, why don't I check out what I'm getting? Why don't I see how much of a good girl my little wife is?”

I was pressed against the wall now, and he was right in front of me, breathing heavily, and his eyes latched on my exposed cleavage.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why don't you get on your knees and show me how good your mouth is?”

Bile rose in my throat. My heartbeat picked up as I stared at him. My temper was flaring, but it was no use against him.

“No,” I told him quietly, “we're getting married, so it's best to wait till our wedding night.”

“Well, it's a good thing you have no say in this matter.”

Then he was on me. His left hand gripped my right wrist in a dead grip that instantly cut off the flow of blood and his right hand slapped my boobs before disappearing into my gown from beneath. I tried to fight against him, but I was no match for his strength.

“Feisty, hmm? I'll fuck it out of…”

He didn't get to complete the statement because a force collided with his cheek and knocked him to the floor. He hit the floor with a thud, and he was out, knocked out cold.

I breathed in relief, but it was sort of short-lived when I realized who my savior was.

It was one of the Rossi Brothers, and as the bulb flickered on and off above us, it highlighted different parts of his face and made me deduce which of the brothers it was.

Zephyr Rossi.