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"Sergio…"
"Yes, Ryan?"
"Can Iplease use the bathroom now?"
His chest rumbles with laughter, and he nuzzles his face into my neck. "What am I going to get out of it?"
"Uh, a bed that isn't full of piss," I muse.
"In that case…" He hops up and lifts me, carrying me all the way to the bathroom.
I'm sitting at the dining room table, eating some lunch. It's the first time I've felt well enough to leave my room. The two days I spent confined after the incident with Antonio were long enough; I needed out. Surprisingly, all three brothers have been very understanding. Sergio has been the one to take care of me most of the time. I'm not sure how it was decided, but from the beginning of my time with the D'Angelos, he's always been in charge of me. I've never asked why because it never mattered who it was; I was still a prisoner here.
I never hear anyone enter the room, so when a hand reaches over and slides into the collar of my shirt, I jump. "Shh, settle down poppet. It's only me," Dante says amused, his voice low and raspy in my ear, "I've missed seeing you with us at mealtimes."
His hand massages my breast, and I lean back in my chair for him. It's expected of me to let them play whenever they want, so it's automatic for me to allow him his grope session. It's not like it's a hardship anymore. Either I relax and find some kind of enjoyment from it, or I remain aloof and just piss them off, making life with them harder than it needs to be. Now that I know I'll leave soon, my feelings are changing. I'm not so open to letting them do whatever they want, but at the same time, I need to carry on as usual, so they don't get suspicious.
So, smiling up at Dante, I respond, "I've also missed eating with all my handsome captors," I pretend to joke with him, and although Sergio doesn't seem to like being reminded that I'm not here of my own free will, Dante doesn't care.
The oldest brother chuckles. "Just think, poppet. If we didn't bring you here, you would have never experienced any of the things we do to you, now, would you?"
I study him briefly before replying, "That's very true. I never would have had a foursome. I never would have experienced being fucked in front of someone else or how good a weapon feels as you slide in and out of my pussy just to watch it get soaked," I pause and wonder how he will feel about the little fib I'm about to tell him. "And I never would have fallen for three of the most intimidating and powerful men around."
Dante's hand stops, as does my breathing, as we gaze into each other's eyes. I can't tell if he's angry, but his jaw clenches. He's scrutinizing me, trying to determine whether or not I'm lying. As he looks down at me, I lift my hand and cover his, urging him to keep touching me. I bite my bottom lip and watch as his eyes dip to my mouth.
"Don't stop touching me, Dante," I whisper, "Your hands feel so good when they are on my body."
He must believe me because his hand begins to move once again as his mouth comes down on top of mine. We kiss with our eyes open, never taking them from the other. It seems so much more intimate this way, and all I want is to close mine.
When his hand grazes the bandage between my breasts, it stills. "Are you okay, poppet? Does it all still hurt?"
I shake my head and push my chest out. "No, Dante. It's okay… please don't stop."
I won't lie. Now that he's kissed me and woke up the needy bitch inside, I want this. I hate that I do, but I keep telling myself it's just a few more days. I'll be free soon, and hopefully, Beau will take me into his arms once we get him out of jail.
"Stand up and let me see poppet. I want to see for myself that you are healing well," Dante states as he takes a step back and waits for me to stand.
I look around the room as I do, hesitating before pulling my shirt off, but I know Dante won't care if the staff walk in because they know better than to look at me as they go about their business. He once took me in the living room as one of the staff was dusting. He bent me over and fucked me right there over the arm of the couch and pushed me to come just so I would be heard by the maid. Dante gets off on shit like that.
When my shirt drops to the floor, Dante steps closer and pulls back the bandages, examining the cuts from his cousin. I can see the anger in his eyes even though they are healing nicely. None of them were deep, and no stitches were needed, but it doesn't matter. Antonio touched what was theirs.
"I want you to come with me after lunch," he says as his hands reach for my leggings. "How does your head feel? Are you well enough to take my cock?"
I stare at him momentarily. "Yes, I'm well enough," my voice cracks as my body reacts to his crude question. "Where are you taking me?"
"It doesn't matter, poppet. You will come with me because I want you to." He pulls off my leggings and lifts me until I'm sitting on the edge of the table. "Lie back and let me look at my cunt." When I do, he takes hold of my knees and lifts them up before spreading me wide. "Hold them open for me, poppet."
I grab my knees and watch as he opens the front of his pants and pulls himself out. Lining up to my entrance, he doesn't just thrust inside as he usually does, but he pushes in slowly. Never taking his eyes from where he enters me, he watches himself fuck me.
"Oh God…" I moan as he hits deep inside.
"Do you like that, Ryan? Do you love when I fuck you like this, or would you rather me fuck you like a whore?" Dante asks, finally bringing his eyes to mine.
Dante using my name surprises the hell out of me because he's only done it a couple of times throughout the year. I also know that this is a trick question, so keeping my expression as neutral as possible, I lick my lips and say, "I am your whore, Dante, and I love it when you own me the way you do, but this is nice, too."
The smile that spreads across his face tells me everything I need to know; he believes me, or so I think. "That's good to know. Now—" He pulls out, and I feel him slide his cock to my forbidden hole. "What about when I fuck your ass?"
I tense because he has no lube. "Dante." My breath hitches as he pushes against my pucker. "I love when you fuck me there, too, but only when you use lube."
