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In which a gorgeous model is sought after by two powerful, enticing, businessmen/mafia kings. * "You talk a lot of shit for someone who can't even take dick." Titus gripped both sides of my plump ass cheeks, caressing and pulling at them as he thrusted into my needy core once again. I jerked forward slightly once he went too deep. "Mmm, fuck!" I gripped the bed sheets burying the side of my face in them. "Be still before I really give you something to squirm about." His gruff voice demanded. Besides the immense pressure I felt due to Titus' throbbing hard dick working inside my little wet pussy, I was in complete and utter bliss. Then I heard another deep chuckle. "Such a naughty girl." Vince gripped a handful of my hair in his left hand before pulling my head up so my eyes met his forest green ones. Using his right hand, he tapped his erect member on my bottom lip, "Open wide for me, bella." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, taking his pulsing head into my mouth. I moaned repeatedly at the feeling of two hot men caressing my body and stuffing my holes. I was finally living out my fantasy. *WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES EXPLICIT LANGUAGE & CONTENT, INTERRACIAL RELATIONS, POLYAMORY, DRUG/ALCOHOL USE, ETC*

Erotica / Romance
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Chapter 1


Please beware that I am not Italian nor do I speak the language. I speak English and Ebonics 😭 So, please, if there is anything in Italian that doesn't make sense, kindly correct me and I'll change it. Nothing but love and respect for my Italian friends 💕 Hope you all enjoy! 💘




The sweet smell of orchids and vanilla filled my nose as I entered the hallway of the fancy establishment. Muffled music instantly filling my ears as I approached the glass doors leading into the dimly lit night club.

I paused and took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. I only showed up here tonight to confront my boyfriend of 2 years for standing me up last night and not even calling to let me know. Why are men so stupid?

I was fuming when India, my best friend since kindergarten, told me he was at a gentlemen's night club. This motherfucker stood me up then had the nerve to go and see strippers the next night? The disrespect was at an all time high. I'm sure India had to basically pry the information out of her boyfriend, Brandon, who just so happens to be Marcus's best friend. He knew how to behave though.

Marcus and I had been together for almost two years now, and things slowly started to change once he got a new job at a new firm in a new location. He worked at a law firm and he was a very good, very young lawyer. I was more than proud of him for all his hard work and accomplishments, but I didn't expect him to..forget about me. I mean, that's what it's been feeling like lately, and it hurts like hell.

Apart of me was hoping he'd have an explanation, but I knew nothing could excuse ditching your girlfriend, not calling, and then going to see strippers. That's just the icing on the cake right there. Once India told me that shit, I Ieft my photoshoot and hauled ass. We had more than enough good photos to use, so there was no issue. And I got to keep this cute ass outfit.

As I looked though the glass doors that I was sure not to touch, I caught a glimpse of some women lingering around, some half naked and some fully unclothed. I took note of the gorgeous women that stood on a stage swaying their hips seductively, while men placed money into their undergarments or threw it on stage. Some women walked around serving food and drinks. And others sat on the laps of older men, seducing them out of more money.

I don't have a problem with strippers at all. I respect their line of work, honestly. It takes a certain amount of confidence and athleticism to do what they do. I respect any woman that hustles and makes shit happen, regardless of their occupation.

I do, however, have a problem with strippers being all over my man and my dick. I know it's their job, and it's not their fault that men choose to come here. If I see something that I don't want to, though, I may not be able to contain myself.

I finally found the will to grab the shiny silver handle and pull it toward me. As I entered the large lounge area, the sweet smell slightly left my nose and was filled with the aroma of weed, cigar smoke, and alcohol.

I continued to search the club in hopes of finding the inconsiderate asshole. I should've never looked over to my left, cause once I did, hurt and jealousy consumed me. There was Marcus, sat in a VIP booth section with two strippers bent over in front of his face. He stared intently as they shook their asses. This nigga can be serious.

There was a blonde girl with piercing blue eyes, she was definitely Marcus's type. She got on her knees in front of the black haired, brown eyed girl and began feeling her up. Marcus placed some money into the black haired girls bra and the blonde girls thong. He then smacked her ass and bit his lip. Rage started to take over my body and I began walking toward his section. Son of a bitch.

Before I could fully reach them, Marcus had already spotted my furious face making its way though the crowd. His face dropped and he took his hands off the strippers before fixing his tie and standing up. I wonder if this is where he was last night too?

"Baby-" I cut him off before he could spew out any of his bullshit.

"No! Don't 'baby' me! Are you serious right now, Marcus? You completely stood me up and ignored me! Now you're here, throwing money at strippers! That's what we're doing now?!" I yelled pushing his shoulders back slightly. I wasn't a violent person, especially with men, but I just got so mad at how careless he was acting lately.

"You've been blowing me off and acting like you don't even care about me, about us! You don't even call to check in anymore! What's up with that?" I tried not to scream, but that was a fail once I noticed a few heads turn in our direction.

Before Marcus could respond, the two strippers started snickering to one another, looking at me up and down. I knew I should've ignored them and focused on Marcus, but I couldn't help myself, "Is there a problem?" I turned toward them, raising my left eyebrow. The blonde opened her cock suckers and starting talking, "Yeah, you're the problem. Stop being insecure and let this man enjoy himself. He obviously needs it from the sound of all your nagging." Oh hell nah. Who did this girl think she was? She knew nothing about me and Marcus's relationship!

"Girl, let's not talk about insecure with the layers of makeup on your cratered face. You might want to pipe down before I slap the fuck outta-" "Hey!, relax." Marcus stood in between us and wrapped his arms around me. He walked me backward and I chose to just keep quite until were a little further away from the blonde and black haired women.

Once we reached the other side of the section, Marcus loosened his grip on me. I brushed his arms off of me completely and rolled my eyes at him. I started adjusting my dress and hair, ignoring him gawking at my outfit. Yeah, eat your heart out, bitch.

"Aura, listen to me baby-" I cut him off once again, "No, you listen! You're about to lose me, Marcus! You've been acting so careless lately and I don't like it. I understood when you got your promotion and had to work longer shifts. I understood that you couldn't see me as much because of your career, but to just blow me off for strippers, Marcus? This is a new low." I shook my head at him while crossing my arms over my chest and poking out my right hip.

"I know you're mad at me baby doll, I'm an idiot, I know. But please, just hear me out. It was just a dance. You know how I feel about you." He spoke soothingly, wrapping his arm around me and resting his hand on the exposed flesh of my back. He placed his other index finger under my chin as his thumb brushed against my bottom lip before pecking it gently. I couldn't help but smile after he pulled away. Marcus knew exactly how to persuade me into things, and apart of me hated it. I quickly snapped out of it.

"Why didn't you come see me last night?" I asked, my lips tugging downward once again as I awaited his answer that I knew wouldn't be good enough. A part of me knew this was my fault because I had been letting the nonchalant behavior slide lately. I was only trying to be lenient because I care so much about him and what we have, but it seems like he doesn't even try half the time or he makes excuses.

"I got caught up at the office, baby, I'm so sorry. My boss needed me to stay late and help him with some cases. Criminal cases. You know how those can be. By the time I finished, it was late and I couldn't function from how tired I was." Something in me didn't believe that was the whole truth. "So, you didn't think to call or anything?" I removed his hands from my body and gave him a glare.

"Hey." He whispered, grabbing my hand into his much larger one and placing it onto his cheek.

"I'm sorry, okay, baby. Look, I promise it won't happen again. Let me make it up to you next Saturday. I have some time off and we can visit that new Italian restaurant, yeah? How's that sound, baby doll?" He placed his hand back onto the exposed flesh of my back once more and pulled me in. His Hazel brown eyes were enough to melt me away right then and there. Dammit, Aura.

"You better keep your promise, Marcus. I'm serious. I was so worried last night when I didn't hear from you then, I walk into a club to see your face in a strippers ass cheeks." I nudged his shoulder slightly and rolled my eyes, feeling jealousy take over me once more. "I've been lonely these past few months, Marcus." I whispered the last part to him.

His hazel eyes scanned mine and I could see the ends of his mouth tugging up slightly as he caressed my back, "I promise, baby, I'll make it up to you. Please, just forgive me. The last thing you need to worry about is a stripper, or anybody for that matter, taking my love away from you. Please be patient with me and this new job. You know how much this means to me, baby doll."

I hated the affect Marcus had on me. That sexy Hispanic accent of his didn't make it any better. I stared up into his beautiful brown eyes and replied, "Okay, I forgive you." I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes to peck his lips. I was willing to give Marcus another chance, but another stunt like this and I was done for good.

Marcus stood at 6'1, while I was 5'7. He had short black hair with a tapered fade and a goatee that I found so sexy. Tonight, he wore a pair of black dress pants, a simple long sleeve white dress shirt that hugged his muscles, and a black tie with a black blazer.

"Let's get out of here, baby, I know you-" i cut Marcus off for the third time tonight, "Let's stay and enjoy the rest of our night." I smiled and grabbed his hand. We might as well make the best of this situation, right? Plus, if Marcus wanted to see some strippers, I didn't mind, but I'd prefer to be there so I can chaperone. Hell, I might even get a few dances. Not from crusty or dusty though.

Marcus smirked at me and pulled me in for another kiss, "See, this is why I love you." We swayed back and forth for a moment before making our way back to where he and his friends sat previously. The blonde and black haired strippers were gone and his friends were occupied with three new dancers. Once I properly greeted his friends, Mike and Josh, they of course, had to tease us about what had just happened. We were all able to laugh about it and enjoy the rest of our night.

Marcus ordered shots and I threw them back feeling my mind and body start to relax. I got a lap dance from a girl named Trixie, she was dark skinned and hand a banging body. She seemed sweet and respectful, so I told her to give Marcus a dance as well. He was in heaven.

"You heard about the owners of this place?" Josh asked Mike while they continued to watch the women swaying their hips in front of them. "I heard they were some kind of mafia drug lords. They're suppose to be some of the most feared and highest ranked mafia members out there." Josh continued, sipping his vodka.

I had also heard about the two Italian brothers, but I didn't know much about them other than they weren't to be fucked with and they were very well respected, feared, and successful men. I've heard about them being involved in some illegal things, not just drugs either. I've also heard women, and some men, say that they were extremely sexy, but I've never caught a glimpse of either of the two.

"Yeah, they're here tonight to check up on things." Mike shrugged. He was close to the guy that ran this place when the brothers were away. I'm not sure if he's ever met the mysterious brothers though. Mike was also involved in drug dealing as well, which we all kept under wraps of course.

I was slightly curious about the two brothers being here. I wanted to get a glimpse at the so called sex Gods just to see if how women swooned over them was even worth it.

"I hear they like to share women." Marcus chimed in and my ears perked up since I'm a kinky little shit. Share women? As in threesomes or just passing them up when one brother is done? Mike laughed, "Yeah, they're into some pretty kinky shit."

I was so intrigued in this conversation. I always had fantasies about two hot men fucking the shit out of me and making me their little whore, but it was hard coming across men like that. At least for me. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and shook my head. Stop being nasty, Aura!

Suddenly I felt like I was being watched. You know that nervous feeling you get in the pit of your stomach? Yeah, I felt that. My eyes slowly wandered around the club out of curiosity. I saw strippers doing splits and handstands while men clapped and threw money, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Then my eyes landed on two tall figures across the room, holding up a wall in a dimly lit corner by the bar. I immediately take notice in the tallest guy with tattoos covering his entire neck, arms, hands and God knows what else. He had dark brown hair that was slicked back and piercing grey eyes. He stood around 6'5 and held a very dark, ominous demeanor. His lips formed in a slight scowl and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. Somehow I felt like that was his natural stance. He wore a short sleeve black fitted t-shirt and black jeans with dark grey converse. His muscles were fucking huge. He was huge.

The guy next to him was about two two inches shorter than him with a few tattoos, but no where near as many as the man beside him. He had luscious jet black hair that was styled up into a 'quiff' and deep forest green eyes. He wore black dress pants and a long sleeve white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone, exposing his muscular chest. His muscles bulged through his shirt. He was built too. He seemed to have a more friendly demeanor.

I felt my breath hitch slightly at both of their intense stares. Why were they looking at me like that? I kept my eyes on the two men, observing them how they observed me. I noticed that the Ominous Goddess had his eyes locked intently lower than my face, scanning my body, while the Sophisticated Don wet his bottom lip and sipped his brown beverage, never breaking eye contact. He had this smirk on his face and I wondered what he was thinking.

"Oh, shit." I muttered, my heart rate began to pick up as I watched the ominous goddess lean over and say something to the sophisticated don causing his smile to nod and smirk. The two men then began to make their way across the room, headed this way.

"You okay, baby?" Marcus placed his hand on my back, caressing it. "Y-yeah." I mentally slapped myself for stuttering. "I have to use the restroom, I'll be right back." I quickly got up and headed in the opposite direction of the two men coming this way. What were they doing? I felt even more uneasy when I caught another glimpse of the ominous goddesses glare.

I hurried around the corner and down the hallway to the bathroom. Once I entered the stall, I did my business and flushed the toilet. I walked out of the stall and over to the sink. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, inhaling and exhaling a few times to calm my nerves. Why was I so nervous? Why were those two hot men looking at me like that? Why were they walking toward our section?

I did a few arm and neck stretches then proceeded to wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom. In the process I pulled my phone from my shoulder bag and checked my notifications, not paying attention to where I was going. I halted my steps when I bumped into a hard chest. I slightly stumbled back, while the tall figure didn't even flinch. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was-"

I paused briefly at the man before me. the Sophisticated Don stood starring at me with an amused smile. "Going." I finished my sentence and adjusted my purse on my shoulder. I gulped down the lump that formed in my throat. Wow, he was even more gorgeous up close. His jawline was defined with a short well kept, beard and mustache. I could see the top of his defined pecks due to him having buttons undone on his shirt. Have fucking mercy.

"That's alright, bella, just be careful, okay?" He soothed, his hands gripped my upper arms softly to keep me from falling. His hands caressed my arms gently in an up and down motion. They were huge with veins bulging through. And was that an Italian accent? Oh dear, God, please give me strength.

"What's your name, bella?" He asked removing his hands from my arms only to grab ahold of my left hand, thumbing the back of it. His deep forest green eyes were so...enticing. "Aura." My words came out soft and timid. I don't know why this man made me so nervous. The sophisticated don's smile widened and he brought my hand to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it, "Mi piace, I'm Vincenzo, but please call me Vince." {I like it}

I nodded not being able to stop my lips from tugging up into a smile. He was so handsome. "U-um, I should get back to my boyfriend and friends. It was nice meeting you, Vince." I said shyly. I tried to remove my hand from his, but he only gripped it a little tighter, indicating he didn't want to let go. I could've sworn I seen disappointed and irritation flash across his face, however, he quickly composed himself and smiled his beautiful smile before he spoke again, "È stato bello conoscerti anche tu, bella." {it was nice to meet you too, beautiful}

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Italian." I giggled and his eyes beamed at me before he let a small chuckle release from his pink, plump lips. It was true, unfortunately, I only knew a few key phrases of the beautiful language. "Mie scuse, It was nice to meet you too, bella. Hopefully, we'll cross paths again one day." Hopefully, dadd- Wait, no, Aura!

I simply nodded and backed away slowly from him, our eyes still connected. I'm not sure what exactly he was thinking, but I know the look of lust when I see it. I swallowed before releasing a small breath, walking around him and down the short hallway. I felt eyes on me as I walked. His eyes. I turned my head to see if he was still there and sure enough, his eyes were glued to me, staring me up and down. Once our eyes met again, he smirked and winked before turning back around and walking into the men's restroom. Why did he make me feel like I was in grade school again?

I glanced back down at my phone and kept walking back to Marcus and his friends. I looked up from my phone as I was approaching them and I almost shat myself. My nerves were at an all time high. Seriously, what the fuck is happening right now?

A very tall, very big figure stood in front of Marcus and his friends, speaking to Mike about something, while Marcus and Josh looked very intimidated. I instantly recognized the figure as the Ominous Goddess. His back was too me, but I still knew it was him. The tattoos covering his entire being as well as the bulging muscles was enough conformation.

I slowed down my pace, hoping he might walk away before I got there, but had no luck. As I entered the section, I quickly walked past the ominous goddess and re-took my seat next to Marcus. The guys were chatting about something. Marcus placed his hand on my thigh and kissed my cheek once I sat down. I smiled at him and intertwined our fingers. I felt eyes on me. On us.

"I'm not sure where Romero has disappeared to, Mr. Moretti. I haven't heard anything from Luis or James either." Mike spoke to the ominous goddess. I could tell he was slightly nervous, but played it cool. Mr. Moretti refocused his eyes on Mike and scoffed at his words, "Pezzo di merda! Just wait till I get my hands on that bastardo." He spat through gritted teeth. {piece of shit}

Holy fuck. His voice. It was so..deep and hard, yet velvety. It definitely matched his appearance. "I have more bad news, sir." Mike started fidgeting slightly. Mr. Moretti clenched his jaw and raised his eyebrow, "What?" Venom laced in his tone. "He took the money. All of it."

I saw Mr. Moretti's left eye Twitch and suddenly, the glass in his hand completely shattered. He didn't even flinch, just scowled down at the mess he made. Damn, dadd- AURA, STOP!

"Tell Kane and Rocco to meet me at the warehouse tonight." Before Mike could respond, Vincenzo walked up to Mr. Moretti, eyes traveling down to the broken glass and spilled liquor. His eyebrows furrowed, "Cosa è successo?" Vincenzo said to him and they went back and forth, speaking their sexy foreign language. I watched Vincenzo's face go from a confused expression to an angry one. {what happened?}

"Lui è morto." Vince spat then they turned to Mike and continued their chat for a few more minutes. The ominous goddess didn't even seem phased by the cuts and blood on his hand. {he is dead}

"So, I also wanted to come over here to ask about the altercation that occurred earlier." Vincenzo changed the subject. "Oh, um you mean with Diamond and Coco?" Mike scratched the back of his head and cut his eyes to me quickly. "Sì." Wait, were these two goddesses the owners? Oh my God, Aura, you're such an idiot.

"Well, maybe I should let them explain." Mike pointed to me and Marcus. Damn you, Mike. I could feel the nerves building back up as the two figures turned toward us. I waited to see if Marcus would speak. After a long, dreadful minute, I finally heard his voice, "It was just a small disagreement between my girlfriend and I. My apologies, Mr. Moretti, it won't happen again." They both analyzed Marcus before the ominous goddess, whose first name I still don't know, muttered "Let's hope not, figlio di puttana." {motherfucker}

"Where are my manners, I don't think we've met, little lady. Can I have you name?" I felt my chest do a somersault at the fact that he was speaking directly to me. He reached out his huge hand for me to shake as his eyes bore into mine. "A-Aura." I placed my tiny hand into his massive one. He squeezed it gently and brought my hand up to his succulent lips, placing a soft peck on the back of it. "Titus." His voice was dripping in dominance.

Wow, that name was perfect. It definitely suits him. "Nice to met you, T-Titus." Dammit, Aura! Stop stuttering! I notice the corners of his mouth twitched up for just a millisecond. "Likewise." I heard someone clear their throat and I looked over to see Marcus with an uneasy look on his face. I then realized that Titus was still holding my hand. I quickly remove it from his grasp and I could've sworn I heard a growl come from his mouth.

Titus glanced at Marcus very briefly and scoffed in his direction. Then he turned to Mike and spoke, "I'll see you tonight, right?" Mike looked shocked at first but quickly nodded his head, "Yeah, I'll be there, Mr. Moretti."

Vince then decided to speak up, "Well, it was nice meeting you all, but my brother and I have some important business to take care of." He nodded at the guys then gave me his attention, "It was nice meeting you as well, bella." He reached out his hand and I grabbed it, not wanting to face any consequences. He squeezed it and gave it a gentle shake before releasing it it. "Nice meeting you too."

"Gentlemen. Aura." Titus nodded and his eyes lingered on me for a few seconds before he and Vince turned to walk away. The way my name rolled off of Titus' tongue with concupiscence made me bit my lip subconsciously.

Both their back muscles tensed with each stride they took. I couldn't help but stare as they walked into a hallway on the other side of the club and out of my sight.

Wow, those two really had me smitten in the quick moments that I've spent in their presence.

I was snapped back into reality by Marcus' voice, "Who the hell is bella?"

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