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He holds me down against the floor and pumps mercilessly, grunting out profanities as he pounds my ass. I'm so far gone that I don't even consider fighting it when Antonio straddles my neck and slides his dick into my mouth. I suck dutifully and lose myself in the feeling of the strong hands gripping me, the hardness of Lucas's body pushing against my stretched, impossibly tense entrance, and the agonizing pleasure that crawls up my spine in slow, steady bursts.
I can feel it coming.
Lucas's thrusts grow erratic and soon enough I start to quiver around him - sending him into a fast and brutal thrust, he comes with a loud cry, releasing his cum into my ass.
He pulls out of me slowly and Antonio grabs my hips with both hands, holding them tight as he forces my ass down onto his still-hard dick. He thrusts in and out of me mercilessly until I can barely even scream anymore - all I can do is breathe harshly through gritted teeth as wave after wave of explosive pleasure collapses over me as he and Xavier fuck me like animals.
The pleasure is unreal. There isn't even any way to describe it - just so completely unbounded that I almost can't believe that there won't be some backlash. But it feels so good that my heart is pounding out of my chest and I feel lightheaded from the blood rushing into my head all at once.
I'm sandwiched between the two of them as my muscles tighten before everything explodes around me. I'm fairly certain I hit my peak as every nerve in my entire being sings with ecstasy before I finally start to come down from it. Both men fill me with their cum again as I tremble and cling to them desperately.
"Good girl," Antonio praises, breathless as well. "Did you like that?"
"Yes," I reply dreamily, barely aware enough to talk or even move. "Please don't stop."
Xavier chuckles and kisses me sloppily. "Fuck, baby, you're amazing."
"More," I beg with need despite my body being so numb with pleasure that I can barely move. "Please."
Their groans echo off the walls.
41
ANTONIO
Isit at my desk, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I reminisce about last night. Thoughts of Mia fill my mind, her laughter and warmth lingering in my memories. She's become such an integral part of my life, seamlessly adjusting to the unique lifestyle we lead.
"I can take it," she'd promised us.
And it's a promise she made good on. Needless to say, we ended the dinner early and spent the rest of the evening together.
I pause to reflect on the impact Mia has had on our home, and a sense of contentment washes over me. She has embraced our unconventional world with such grace and resilience, effortlessly navigating the challenges that come our way. Her ability to fit in and thrive in our environment never ceases to amaze me.
It seems like she's brought a sense of peace to the house, one that everyone has been affected by. Even grumpy Xavier smiles more, Lucas, usually uptight, seems so much more relaxed. She's an angel. A minx, a temptress, but one that wears a halo.
As I'm lost in my thoughts, a knock on the office door snaps me back to reality. "Come in," I call out as I sit up, adjusting the lapel of my jacket.
The door flies open, and Vance strides in with a somber expression on his face. His presence immediately shatters the peaceful aura that enveloped the room moments ago. He looks at me, unflinching.
"Speak," I command.
"There's been a development," he says, his voice low and serious.
I lean forward, ready to hear what he has to say. Vance's job is to keep me informed of any potential threats or issues that might require my attention. My mind races with the possibilities of what he could be talking about. Has someone crossed us? Has someone tried to harm Mia?
I clamp down on my emotions and force myself to remain calm. "What kind of development?" I ask Vance, keeping my voice steady.
He takes a deep breath before answering. "The leak that we've been looking for, the one who's been feeding information to the cops..."
My heart rate picks up at the mention of the leak. Our operation has been compromised for weeks, and we've been working tirelessly to find out who was behind it.
"Who is it?" I ask, trying to regulate the urgency in my voice.
"It's Lucas Sullivan," Vance replies, his tone filled with regret.
My mind goes blank for a few seconds as I try to process this information. Lucas has been with the family for years. He's one of my most trusted men and has been instrumental in many of our successful operations. A sense of betrayal washes over me along with other emotions that I can't quite name. It doesn't seem possible.
"Are you sure?" I demand, not wanting to believe it.
