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“Need you to come,carissima.”Antonio slips his hand between our bodies, pinching my clit between his two fingers.
“Feel the waves of endorphins flooding your body as you inch closer to release.” Salvatore releases his grasp on my nose, but his hand tightens around my neck. Completion crests over me, my mouth gaping open in a silent scream as my vision blurs. I can’t see anything but blinding bright-white light. The deepest parts of me clench around Antonio as he pushes me down onto the table. His hips pull back, pumping forward once, twice, and on the third time, he lets out a roar of pleasure at the same moment Salvatore releases his grasp on my throat. Another round of pleasure, even more intense than the last, shoots through my body.
“Oh, god.” Matteo moans as spurts of warm cum coat my skin for the second time.
My eyes flutter open as Antonio slips from inside me with a groan,a mixture of our cum coating my skin.
“Move,” Salvatore commands as Antonio drops into the chair, and Salvatore takes his place between my legs. He nips and sucks his way down my body, planting kisses along my stomach and the inside of my legs. His tongue paints my skin, licking the cum from the inside of my leg before flipping me over onto my belly.
“Now it’s my turn.” Salvatore grips my hips in his hands and thrusts forward, slamming his cock deep into my cunt while pulling me backward. I push back into his pelvis, begging him to pound my pussy into submission once again.
“Mia amata,” Salvatore groans toward the ceiling and thrusts forward, starting off slowly before quickly picking up the pace. He pounds into me with so much force the table slides across the floor. The faint sound of flesh being stroked picks up the pace, wetter and more urgent than before.
“You’re ours,” Salvatore growls as he leans forward and grasps my neck with his hand.
“Ours,” Matteo and Antonio respond in unison as Salvatore’s hips slap against my pussy at a rapid pace, his calloused hands yanking me violently toward him. I gasp in preparation for the delicious agony that’s coming. His grip tightens, cutting off my airflow just enough for the edges of my vision to blacken. I had no idea about sex other than what I read in books, but this was beyond anything that I could’ve imagined. This type of play could be dangerous, but I trust the men to take care of me, protect me, and bring me pleasure beyond anything I could ever imagine. It’s dangerous. One wrong move and I’d be dead, but that’s the fun of it. To others, being choked is sick and dangerous, but my men seem to get off on it as much as I do.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispers before clasping my ear between his teeth. A jolt of pain rushes through my body, quickly replaced by my building orgasm. “Are you ready to cum? I want you to soak my cock with your juices. I’ll fill you up with so much cum it will drip out of your pretty pink pussy.”
My mouth pops open in response, unable to speak a word as he tightens his hold, further cutting off my breathing enough to throw me over the edge. Salvatore slams into me one more time before stars cross my eyes, and my pussy clenches tightly against his cock.
“That’s it,mia amata. Milk my cum from my cock.” He releases my neck as he picks up the pace, pounding into me as my hand slides between our bodies. Another wave of pleasure shoots through my body as we all find our release. Matteo and Antonio groan in pleasure, cum spurting from their cocks on my face and across the table. Salvatore collapses forward, bracing his head on my hand and forcing my face toward the pool of cum coating the table.
“Clean it up,” he commands as my tongue slides through the liquid. The bitter, slightly salty and metallic flavor coats my tongue before I go back for more.
A shiver of pleasure runs through my body as he spins me around in his arms and brushes my lips against his. “Mine.”
Without a second thought, he crashes his lips to mine, causing me to gasp. Taking advantage of my surprise, he sweeps his tongue into my mouth. This kiss is rough and desperate, conveying all his need for me in his actions.
We break apart with a gasp, and I yawn loudly, causing my men to chuckle softly. “We must have worn her out.” Not even bothering to tuck himself back into his pants, Salvatore scoops me into his arms and strides out the door as I drift off into a peaceful sleep.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
MATTEO
Ipush my fingers through my hair as I stare into the bathroom mirror. I should climb into the shower; the water has been running for the last fifteen minutes, but I can’t bring myself to get in. I don’t want to wash her scent off my skin.
It was pure agony letting Salvatore walk out of the door with her in his arms for a second, but not because of jealousy, which surprised me. I have no desire for confrontation. I’m Switzerland between the two volatile Genovese brothers. When Salvatore staked his claim before our meeting, I was ready for the fallout, but Antonio surprised me, quickly falling into his role of submission to his brother.
It feels as though we’ve crossed into new territory, creating a new dynamic in this family, a balance that we’ve been searching for. There is something wild and dark between the four of us, and it demands to be explored, but at what cost?
We still know next to nothing about the woman tucked into the guest room beside mine. We know she’s being watched by someone, and that someone also has it out for us, but is there something more? Until we have answers to all these questions, we can’t truly explore whatever is between us. All these questions are like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode and take anyone in their path right along with it. And I can’t let that happen. My job, not my duty, is to protect the Genovese brothers with my life. But can we let her go for the good of the family?
“I thought you were getting into the shower,” Salvatore’s voice filters through the closed bathroom door.
Shaking my head, I pull open the door and find him and his brother standing there waiting for me.
“Can’t a man shower in peace?”
“If that man had actually gotten in the shower,” Antonio quips before turning and flopping down on my bed. “You also have the bigger bed. I think we need to move into this room.”
“Planning for the future?” I stride through the door, brushing past Salvatore and taking a seat in the chair by the window. “You know she’s only here until we find her sister, then she’ll take off.”
“She belongs to us, Matteo. End of story.” Salvatore turns, leaning against the wall. “She’s not going anywhere, sister or not.”
“Did you even ask her if she wanted to be here? If she wanted to belong to the three of us?” I drop my head into my hand, trying to make sense of all the emotions running through my body.
Everything about Celia seems as if she were made for us. The way she let us play with her body, making it sing, was magic. It was something that I’d never experienced before. Her innocence calling to us, pulling us in like a moth to the flame, has us all losing control. All I want to do is lock her up in this house and keep her chained to the bed so she can never leave. That’s not normal.
