Bound by Shadows

Chapter thirteen.

I awoke in my room, playing over last night's conversation with Nicolai. I never thought I would be helping a mafia leader take down my father. The idea has always been in my head ever since my mother's blood was shed. My thoughts were cut short by a knock on the door. 

"Miss Elora, Mr. Moretti has sent a request for you to meet Ezra in the training room." I recognized  the servants voice as I sit up. "Thank you. I will be down in a minute." 

I stumbled over to the drawer where clothes had been folded nicely. Nicolai must have had a servant pick them out. I settled on a baby blue sports bra and matching leggings. 

Walking over to the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes had bags under them. I tied my hair in a bun and quickly freshened up. 

After I was finished I walked out to find the servant already waiting on me. 

"This way, Miss Elora." 

The early morning sun poured into the training room, illuminating the space with a golden hue. I stood in front of the mirror, my heart racing as I prepared for what lay ahead. Two days of solitude had left me restless, and I was eager to channel my energy into something productive.

Ezra entered, his presence filling the room with confidence. He was much more taller than I remembered. His blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. I studied him, looking at the tattoos that ran up his arms and chest.  "Ready to get started?" he asked, a slight smile on his face.

"Definitely," I replied, trying to mask my nerves.

We began with basic drills, moving through punches and kicks. The rhythm of our sparring felt exhilarating, each movement igniting a fire within me. Ezra was an excellent instructor, pushing me to dig deeper with each round.

"Always keep your guard up," he advised as we transitioned to grappling. "In this world, distractions can cost you everything."

I nodded, focusing on his words. As we sparred, I felt the weight of his guidance; I was learning not just to fight, but to defend myself in a world filled with danger.

But then, in a moment of distraction, I lost my footing. Ezra took advantage, flipping me onto my back and pinning me down. His weight pressed against me, and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

"Do you want to know what I meant the other night?" he asked, his breath warm against my skin.

"What?" I replied, a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Before I could process my thoughts, he leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was unexpected, stirring a whirlpool of emotions within me. I hesitated, but then found myself responding, lost in the intensity of the moment.

When I finally pulled back, my heart raced as I noticed Nicolai standing in the corner, arms crossed, watching us intently. Ezra caught my glance and smirked, as if reveling in the attention. "Looks like we have an audience," he said, his tone teasing.

The realization sent a jolt of electricity through me. Ezra, emboldened by Nicolai's presence, continued, "Let's give him a show," and began to remove my clothes.

I felt vulnerable, but also exhilarated. As he leaned down, kissing a trail along my body, I gasped at the sensations flooding my senses. I was both scared and thrilled, my heart racing at the intimacy of the moment.

Nicolai stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "You're doing well," he praised, his voice low and commanding. "Remember who you belong to."

Ezra continued, his mouth exploring every inch of me, drawing soft gasps from my lips. "Keep your eyes on him, Elora." he murmured, the heat of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

With each flick of his tongue, I felt myself getting lost in the sensations, my body responding to his every movement. The world around me faded, leaving only the two of us.

Nicolai slowly walked over, his presence both intimidating and comforting. "Show us how strong you are," he urged, his voice a mix of authority and encouragement as he kneeled beside me. 

Ezra flipped me over, positioning me on all fours. The shift made me feel exposed yet powerful, a blend of vulnerability and strength. He continued his ministrations, his licks were soft and fast. His movements driving me closer to the edge.

As the tension built within me, I felt Nicolai's gaze locked on us. "You're doing beautifully," he said, and the praise ignited something deep inside me. Nicolai undos the button to his pants, letting his length spring free. "Suck." He commanded, his voice was low and seductive. I did as I was told and put wrapped my lips around him. "Good girl, Elora, use that pretty mouth." 

I felt Ezra shuffle from under me, only then realizing he was pleasuring himself. "You like having both of us? You like how he sucks your clit while I fuck your face?" Nicolai thrusts harder into my throat, tears brimming my eyes. I hummed in response. "Use your words, Elora. Tell Nicolai how good we make you feel." Ezra said against my throbbing clit. I gasped as Nicolai pulled my hair making me look him in the eyes. "Yes. You both make me feel so good." He thrusted his hard cock back into my mouth, moaning in response. 

I was teetering on the brink, the waves of pleasure building as Ezra's tongue worked its magic. "Let go," Nicolai urged, and I surrendered, waves of sensation crashing over me. 

Finally, as I reached my peak, I felt the room fill with a blend of moans and curse words as we all reached our climax, the energy in the air electric. I let go completely, lost in the moment, and a sense of empowerment washed over me. 

As I collapsed, breathless, Ezra pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Your next training will be tomorrow morning at eight. Don't be late."