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“Look at me, Stefi,” Alessio repeats. “It won’t hurt for long.”
I clutch at his chest… the agony is sharp, and a tear runs down my cheek.
He kisses it away. “Do you want us to stop?”
I’m on the verge of saying yes when I feel a sudden switch inside me and the pain starts to morph into something totally different. “No,” my breath catches and I unclench my fist. “I’m good.”
Marco reaches over my shoulder and pulls Alessio closer. They kiss passionately, their tongues twisting as Marco pushes into me and Alessio pulls back. Then they kiss me too, Alessio sucking on my lips and Marco at my nape again.
I’m filled so deeply I feel euphoric.
Pleasure radiates through my body… it’s like I’m being pulled inside out.
They fuck me slow and gentle, alternating strokes, one in one out.
I moan and move my head from side to side.
They change their timing and thrust together more intensely, in together and out together, panting into my ears how great I’m doing and how proud they are of me.
Alessio slides his hand down between us and starts to rub at my clit. “Come for us, bambina.” He vibrates his fingers across my nub so fast the climax begins to build.
Marco carries on grinding into my ass, his hips dipping under and then thrusting up while Alessio rocks in and out of me like a piston.
I come so hard I lose all sense of who I am. My head spins with the intensity.
“Cazzo. I love how your tight little ass is gripping my cock, Sefi,” Marco groans.
Alessio leans into me, pressing his chest up against my breasts so fiercely, I feel like I can’t breathe.
And Marco slams back, sandwiching me between them.
“Fuck,” Alessio growls. And I feel him spasm. His legs and arms as well as his cock.
Marco lets go of me and both their dicks slip out.
I’m limp like a rag doll. I have no strength left so I just lie there and stare at Marco.
He rips the condom off and begins to jerk frantically on his cock, aiming it at my tits. White, milky ejaculate shoots out and coats my nipples.
I let out a gasp.
Alessio has leaned against the headboard with his legs open. He reaches for me and hugs me. Hugs me tight. Marco’s cum is sticky between us.
I have no clue why Alessio wants to do this, but I like it.
I like it so much I hug him back.
We spring apart, smiling at each other.
Marco retrieves a tissue from the box on the nightstand and wipes the mess off my breasts and then Alessio’s chest. “All clean now,” he smirks.
I roll on my side and stare at these two beautiful men. How did I get so lucky? I’m warm and tingly all over. Everything about them is perfect… they might be filthy but they’re so freaking amazing. I feel something for them, I realize, something that makes my heart slam against my ribs.
Don’t fall for them, Sefi. They love each other. They’ll never feel the same way about you.
Stick to the script, I tell myself.
Play the game.
This is only a fantasy.
Then they loop their arms around me so that I’m held firmly by the two of them, and it feels so freaking real that I release a soft sigh.Chapter SeventeenAlessioWe take a quick shower together, the three of us, laughing as we soap each other. After we’ve gotten dressed, Marco suggests to Sefi that she spend the evening with us.
“It’s my first day working at the Guberman tomorrow.” She shakes her head. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to get back to my apartment and have an early night.”
“We understand, don’t we, Alessio?” he gives me a look which speaks volumes.
He’s fucking disappointed.
“Sure.” I shrug. “Of course, we understand.” I’m surprised by the fact that I’m disappointed as well.
Marco offers to walk her to her apartment building. When she accepts, I decide to go with them. Hopefully, the fresh air will clear my head. Sefi has started to confuse the hell out of me. I’m settled with Marco. I have a shitload of stress to cope with at the station. I need any added complications like I need a bullet in the brain.
And Marco’s angel would definitely be a complication if I let her. Which I won’t. For both of our sakes…
We ride down the elevator to the first floor. The doors ping open, and we step out.
Viviana Lorrer is standing at the entrance to her and Francesco’s duplex. I shuffle backward as she turns and stares at us, but Marco doesn’t blink an eye.
Clearly, he isn’t fazed by his mother meeting the woman we’ve just had in our bed. And, if he’s cool with it, I’m cool with it too.
“Mamma, this is Serafina.” He ushers her forward.
