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Surely.

It would be worth it.

A rustle sounded, and Corrado’s hand flew up to catch the condom tossed across the bed. Alessio added a third finger to her ass, making Ginevra fist the bedsheets harder as she whined from the lovely sensations.

Except she needed more.

Now, after everything, that would not be enough to make her come.

Corrado slid the condom down his length, stroking his cock as his free hand caught her under her jaw. He tipped her head back and then drifted lower. Behind her, Alessio stepped back, withdrawing from her body as she found herself drawn up to her knees.

They were back to those rushed, but knowing movements again. Warm, rough palms sliding down her sides, and two more down her back. Corrado settled her onto his lap as he came to rest on his knees on the bed. It allowed her to straddle over his body as he filled her pussy full of his cock, lips attacking hers.

Shaking all over, Ginevra was hyperaware of Alessio fitting in behind her. How his knees tucked in under her ass, and his hands came lower to spread her ass as the lube still soaking her ass and pussy met the head of his cock.

“Easy,” Corrado murmured.

Behind her, she heard, “Breathe.”

Wasn’t she?

Ginevra had no clue.

Still wild.

Still out of control.

And yet, in the back of her mind, she understood all she needed to do was say one thing to stop this, if it’s what she wanted. She had the power here, and they had given it to her time and time again to prove it.

One of her hands landed on Corrado’s shoulder as he filled her, seated deep on his cock while the head of Alessio’s dick pressed at the tight ring of her muscles. Her other reached back, grabbing to Alessio’s hand at her hip, while his other kept her ass spread wide for him.

The pain she thought would come was there, too, but brief … and diluted. Because still the pain was something good.

Something to get her there, finally.

“Fucking beautiful,” Alessio muttered, his kiss grazing the back of her damp neck.

“Perfect,” Corrado said, his gaze locking onto hers. “Good, kitten?”

Alessio had started slow, short strokes at her back. His cock entering her just enough to stretch her out while Corrado stayed still inside her pussy. Not that it mattered because both filling her made her tighter.

“So good,” she breathed.

Alessio’s teeth found her shoulder.

Corrado’s found her jaw.

Ginevra’s fingernails scored red lines across Corrado’s shoulder, and Alessio’s hand as they worked her body against theirs. Corrado used his hands to move her against his cock, while behind her, Alessio flexed his hips against her ass while he worked his way in.

Her body burned.

Hummed again.

“How good is he in your ass, Ginevra?”

Her cry came out raw.

Broken.