Little Bird: A Why-Choose Mafia Romance (Seattle Underground)
Little Bird: Chapter 3

The night stretched on and I was left completely alone. I thought once they brought me here, I would be expected to fuck them to their heart’s desires. But no one came. I sigh, thankful for the small bit of peace before the storm that is sure to come.

I don’t want to leave the sanctuary that is my room this morning. I’m not sure what to expect from my new captors, so avoiding them is the best I can come up with at the moment.

The large room has a king bed with a beautiful fully stocked vanity in the corner next to the door for the walk-in closet. Across from the bed sits a large, long dresser filled with clothes and lingerie, all in my size. I guess Nico wasn’t kidding when he said they did recon on me. But really it feels more like a lion stalking their prey, and I’m just a helpless gazelle.

How the hell am I going to get out of here? I didn’t risk my life to rid myself of one devil just to be owned by another. And I’m not going to be a guest with no expectations forever.

I have no interest belonging to anyone. I want my freedom.

I’ve been barely surviving at the club and I refuse to let all that struggle be for nothing.

I need a plan. Before coming to Seattle, I spent a little time in Arizona. I bet I could replace work pretty easy in Phoenix-

A knock on the door has me rushing to sit on the bed. It’s a little strange, but I feel safer sitting on the bed rather than standing face to face with whoever is knocking.

It’s rare I ever get the curtsey of a knock and I didn’t expect my captors to be the ones to give it to me.

“Come in,” my voice is filled with fake confidence as anxiety swirls in my gut and my palms begin to sweat, but I hold my head high.

The brother from the front seat walks in with a tray holding coffee and a plate of pancakes and sausage. He looks different in the late-morning light. Easily six-foot-two, tattoos cover his sculpted, muscular arms. He is like a sexy, threatening playboy that knows he could make any woman swoon for him.

The playboy approaches me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and holy shit, the food smells incredible. I haven’t eaten anything since the small salad lunch yesterday. I didn’t want to be bloated for work. Not that I had much else for food in the house anyway. Only living on the cash from the club made things difficult.

He sets the tray on the bed next to me, then sits on the corner away from me. Like he’s trying to give me space, and make me comfortable. Almost like I’m a stray dog and he needs to gain my trust.

Jokes on him, I don’t trust anyone. Slim was the only person I ever let close, and she didn’t even know my real name or anything about my past. Shit. I hope she’s okay.

Hopefully she’s not freaking out about me leaving without saying goodbye. Maybe I can convince her to come to Phoenix with me once I get out of here. We can start over together. Hell, maybe someday I’ll actually replace a man worthy of a romance novel. If they actually exist.

My stomach rumbles at the smell of the food, but the small voice in my head can’t help but be on edge. This is too kind for ownership. What if it’s drugged? What’s the motive here? Feed me and then fuck me? Torture me for information I don’t have?

“You’re hungry. I heard your stomach from here.” I gaze up at him, making no move to take the food. “I promise it doesn’t come with any expectations, and it’s not drugged.”

His warm smile begs me to believe him. So, I’m no longer the whore from last night huh? I raise my eyebrows at him.

Rolling his eyes, he leans over and takes a sip of coffee. Then tears off a piece of the pancake and eats it.

“There satisfied?” He moves back to the corner and gestures towards the tray. “Now eat Little Bird, you’re hungry and we both know it.”

I guess it can’t be drugged if he ate it. And his promise of no expectations means I can fight like hell if he tries to break that without consequences from Nico.

The first bite of food tastes like heaven. Pancakes were never in my diet because of the carbs. But when I was little, before my body was used for the pleasure of others, my mother used to make them all the time for me. My heart aches a little at the memory, but I shove it down.

A small moan escapes me on my next bite and I blush. The playboy chuckles and smiles to himself, staring at his feet.

“Thank you for the food. I was pretty hungry, and these pancakes are good,” I mumble, chewing on my breakfast.

“Of course, we have no intention of starving you.” He looks up, smiling at me once again. Fuck, that smile is sexy. “My name is Marco, and I’m glad you like the pancakes. It was my morning to cook breakfast.” He shifts a little closer and heat pools between my thighs.

What is wrong with me? He might be hot as hell, but he kidnapped you and is currently holding you prisoner. He’s no better than my father’s men.

“Well, thank you. Pancakes are one of my favorites and it’s been a long time since I have had some,” I say before taking another bite.

“Favorite huh? Am I going to be the favorite one off of principle then?” He smirks.

“Maybe,” I coo. “Are you going to bring me expectation free pancakes every morning?”

His grin spreads and I yearn to kiss those soft lips of his.

“If I get to be the favorite, then I’ll do more than just bring you pancakes for breakfast, Little Bird.” His eyes darken and my thighs clench together.

I want to shoot back a snarky comeback, but my brain freezes. You can’t flirt with him, or be rude. It’s a sure way to get myself into more trouble than I can handle.

I stuff more pancake in my mouth, avoiding a response, but my cheeks heat slightly. Marco chuckles, returning his gaze back to the floor.

“Thank you for the food.” I say kindly once I’m done.

“You’re welcome.” Marco stands, then grabs the tray. I watch as he sets it on the dresser, then comes to sit next to me. My pulse skyrockets and I force my breathing to stay steady.

“You said you had no expectations.” I snap, pinning him with my eyes. I should have known better than to trust a man at his word. It doesn’t matter how tempting and attractive he is, no man has the right to touch me anymore…

“Relax, I’m not here to fuck you. I just want to get to know you.” There’s a defensive edge to his tone.

My eyes widen and it takes all my effort not to allow my jaw to fall open. “No one has ever just wanted to get to know me. Usually they fuck me, then say they’ll be back for another round in a bit.”

Marco cocks his head slightly and sits up straighter, like I’ve said something odd as my words hang for a moment. Eventually I relax just a little, realizing he means what he said.

“Why do you want to know me?” I ask, eyebrows furrowing together and shaking my head at him.

He shrugs and lets out a breath. “You’re worth more than just being something to stick my cock in. If I wanted that, there are plenty of whores at the club we own.”

I don’t understand what his angle is, he has to have other motives.

“If you have no desire to have me in bed, then why am I here?”

I can’t meet his gaze as I ask the question. I don’t want to push him, and this feels like playing with fire, but I nothing has made sense since I got out of that car.

“Look at me.” His commanding bark has more heat flooding between my thighs, and I follow his command. “I never said I didn’t want you in bed. All I said was, I want to know you and that you’re worth more than your pussy.” He rake’s a hand through his hair and shoves me back on to the bed.

He quickly towers over me and my heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of my chest. “If you would like me to show you how much I desire you, I can fuck you until you’re a trembling mess, right here right now.” My breathing shakes, adrenaline pulsing in my veins as my pussy throbs with need. “But if you don’t want that, I would love to learn more about you.” A wicked smirk covers his face as he hovers over me.

His crass words have me flushed with need and I press my thighs closer together attempting to soothe my needy sex. I should hate him but yet, my body is screaming to feel all of him.

I haven’t been with anyone since leaving my dad’s gang. Never had the desire to, but holy shit do I want this man.

Marco stares at me intently, never making a move one way or another. The sexual tension building between us getting stronger by the second.

I could fuck him because I want to right? He’s giving me a choice here.

It’s wrong that I replace myself wanting him, but a strong, powerful, sexy man has me pinned to the bed and is actually giving me a choice. I could tell him no and he would get off me without complaint — hello romance novel! But I don’t know if I want him to.

“So, Little Bird…” He gives me a tempting smile. “Am I getting to know you or am I getting you naked?”

“If I get naked with you…” the words come out completely breathless. “Will I be expected to do it again, or with the other men in this house?”

“No, you may be our little hostage but we don’t force women into our beds. Our momma raised us right.”

“No, you just kidnap them instead. Coerce them into being your fuck toys with those pretty eyes and rippling muscles,” I bite at him. I need the anger and frustration to override the desperate need to be naked with him right now.

“You’re only a fuck toy if you allow us to fuck you, and if we didn’t take you, Riccardo would have been along soon enough.” He levels me with his gaze. “So yes, we were raised right.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, I give up on fighting my desire and kiss him, hard.

What the hell, I’ve fucked plenty of men out of obligation. For once I have an opportunity to do it because I want to. If I’m their new toy, I may as well get my pleasure and enjoy them as my toys too.

Marco springs into action, immediately taking off my shirt, quickly followed by his. There is nothing gentle about the way we kiss each other, only lust and need.

His tongue invades my mouth, claiming every inch of it. He tastes like a smooth bourbon, and I wonder if he took a shot before coming in here. Leaving my mouth, he kisses down my neck to my breasts. Sucking and biting every inch of the way.

I’m ready to explode as he sucks one of my hard peaks into his mouth. Moaning, I arch into him as he grinds his hard cock into my sex.

“Holy fuck …” I whimper.

“Oh there’s nothing holy about what I’m going to do to you, Little Bird.”

My sex throbs at his words and I’m sure my panties are soaked. I want more, no I need more.

I move my hands over his firm, built arms, down his chiseled chest, and over his defined abs, before I grab the top of his pants.

He takes hold of me, stopping me from removing his pants. “Eager, are we?” His husky voice has me ready to beg for him. “I’m not done playing with you yet.” He groans as he covers my lips again. God, this man claims my mouth like he was starved for me.

He sits up in a jerk and removes my pants, leaving completely bare before him. He stares at my body. His eyes trailing over my breasts, across my abdomen, to the apex of my thighs.

“Get the hell out of here you fat fuck! Go get me someone suitable!” The memory of one of my dads men flashes through my brain.

Anxiety swirls in my gut as his eyes drink me in and slowly, I begin to cover myself.

I have so much on my love handles, definitely missing a thigh gap, and my stomach is far from perfect. I don’t like living in the past, but the idea of him rejecting me because of my body has me anxious and unsure.

“Stop,” he orders. “You are exquisite, and you will not hide yourself from me. Your body is flawless, and it is mine. Do you understand?” His words make the voices of the past vanish. They make my body sing.

“Yes…”

“Good girl.” His gaze never leaves my body as he pulls down his pants, allowing his cock to spring free.

My mouth instantly dries. His cock his fucking huge! It stands thick and long, with a wicked dydoe piercing and a bead of pre-cum.

I have never been with a pierced guy before… I bet it will feel like heaven.

Dragging my eyes from his glorious cock, I take in the full sleeve tattoo running the length of his left arm and up over his shoulder, my eyes landing back on his dangerous appendage.

“Why don’t you come lick it like you’re dying to, Little Bird?” he growls.

I don’t hesitate. I get on my knees and run my tongue over the tip of him, then down his length.

He hisses as I take him in my mouth, moving up and down, every pump hitting the back of my throat. I’m unable to take all of him, so I wrap my hand around his hilt.

“Fuck, you suck my cock so good,” his husky voice praises as his fingers lace through my hair.

It fuels me to keep going, to take him deeper down my throat. Tears spring to my eyes as he chokes me, and determination settles in. I will be the best he has ever had. I pump and pump eager to taste him as he spills down my throat.

“My turn.” He pulls me back, shoving me from his cock before I get the chance. “I’m ready to see if that pussy of yours tastes as good as it smells.” He groans pulling me under him. Fuck, this is wild and chaotic, but boy am I here for it!

Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he runs his tongue through my slick folds.

“Fuck, Marco!” My head lulls to the side as pleasure consumes me.

Eventually I open my eyes, making eye contact with Nico leaning against the wall, a straining bulge in his pants. What the fuck! When the hell did he walk in here?

I squirm and tense, but Marco places his hand on my abdomen holding me still. I feel dirty under Nico’s stare, as his brother thoroughly enjoys my pussy.

“Eyes on me Little Bird.” Marco’s growl vibrates against my pussy. “He’s just jealous that I am between your thighs, and he isn’t. He won’t touch you, but let’s let him enjoy the show.”

I move my gaze back to Marco and his tongue is intoxicating. He circles my clit then slides his fingers into my entrance. I build and build, as he works me expertly.

“That’s it come for me,” Marco praises. “And eyes on me when you do.”

I do as he says and with two more strokes I tip over the edge.

“Oh Shit…” I yell as he works me through my climax. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the sheer intensity of it.

“How does she taste?” Nico’s husky voice groans.

“So damn sweet, like a summer peach.”

Nico’s groan is joined by another.

My eyes shoot back to the wall, where Enzo leans next to Nico. My eyes lock on him and he smirks.

“You come so beautifully on my brother’s face, Sweet Peach.” Enzo makes heat flood me.

“She likes your praise bro. She just got even more soaked.” Marco groans.

Why is this so damn hot?

The rational part of my brain is begging me to replace this horrifying, but I’m only that much more turned on. I’m a god damn queen right now.

“Now eyes back to me.” I follow the command. “This time when I make you come. I want to hear my name on your lips.”

Marco climbs over me, and my breathing hitches as I feel him nudging my entrance.

“You ready for me, Little Bird?”

“Yes… I haven’t been with anyone in a while… go easy on me.”

Marco fills me slowly, one inch at a time as my pussy stretches to take him. I’ve been with a good amount of guys, but none have been as big as Marco.

He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his presence.

“Fuuuck, your pussy is so damn tight.” He growls in my ear. “That was the only gentle you’re going to get from me. Tell me when you’re ready.”

Now! I start to wiggle under him and without warning he pounds into me HARD.

Oh God. I crave every powerful thrust and rock against him as he quickens his pace. He is just as lost in this as I am. I thought I wanted gentle, but he is working me expertly, like he knows that’s not what I needed.

My walls start to quake as I claw at his back.

“That’s it come around my cock like a good girl.”

His words are my undoing and I shatter under him, coming harder than the last one. “AH Marco!”

“Fuck!” he bellows spilling into me with his own release. My pussy is still pulsing around his cock, when he invades my mouth with his tongue again.

“You’re so greedy. Your pussy milked my cock till there wasn’t a drop left.”

I moan at his words.

I’m nothing but a limp shell and he rolls to the side of me tucking me into his chest. I’ve NEVER had sex like that before. The pleasure, the intensity, the desire, it was all out of this damn world!

Marco makes no move to leave, he is snuggling me. Tears start to well in me, no one has ever snuggled me. Men usually take their release and leave. You will not cry in front of them. You will not show weakness.

The bed shifts as Nico and Enzo sit at the edge. But I’m so boneless that I don’t care that they are here.

“I have a warm cloth for you. May I?” Enzo’s voice is soothing.

He just asked me permission. I don’t think I have ever felt like it was my permission to give before today. He doesn’t move, just waits for me to respond. I can’t talk or I may actually start to cry. So, I give him the only thing I have, a simple nod.

He takes my permission and cleans me up, but never touches me outside of the warm cloth. Once he’s done, Enzo and Nico move off the bed and leave the room. Marco begins to move and release me as well, but I cling to him.

Snuggling me back to him, he covers us with a blanket. This is new and overwhelming, but as sleep threatens to take me, I feel so cherished by all of them.