I don’t get to finish my request before Vince backs me against the wall, his entire huge, strong body pinning me down.Fresh wetness coats my folds, and I don’t know what to do about it.
“What are you doing—” I cry, but he’s bundling up my skirt in his huge hand.I forget my name when I feel the imprint of his hand on my thigh, scorching me right through the two pairs of tights I’m wearing.
“Checking.But fuck, you’re wearing too many layers of clothes, kitten,” he growls.He lifts me up, throws me over his shoulder, and while I’m fighting him to be put me down and failing, he uses one hand to unzip my boots, then jerks them off my feet.He then tucks that same hand into the waistband of my tights and my underwear and drags them off me.
Oh, my god.Oh, my god.Oh, my god.
He carries me over to what looks like a table; the legs are intricately carved wood—falcons, to be sure—but the top is padded velvet.Before my next breath, he brings my hand down to my side and restrains me with a cuff attached to the table.
My fight to be free diminishes completely by the time he’s captured and bound my other wrist and my ankles as well.
“What are you doing?Let me go.”But my voice isn’t as loud and confident as I think.I’m shrieking in pure panic; my nerves are shot, my body on fire, and my legs are parted.
The only thing shielding the most private part of me from their gaze is the length of my skirt, until Vince lifts it and tucks it under my butt, exposing me to the point where the open air breezes over my heated center.
***Chapter Eleven
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Alessia
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No matter how hardI try to close my legs, or undulate my body to roll my skirt down, or wiggle my fingers to grip the fabric, I’m inescapably bound.
The heads of the Falchi are fixated on me, on my...my pussy.I’ve never referred to my private parts as my pussy in all my life, and just thinking the word makes my whole body flush anew.
If I continue to hold my breath and never take another, I’ll welcome death over this insanity where my body is betraying me and my mind can’t control it.
I shut my eyes so tightly that I see stars as Vincenzo uses his finger to separate my folds further, giving him, Nico, and Luca an unobstructed view of my most intimate parts.
But more embarrassing than anything else is how inexplicably wet I am.What is wrong with me?I’ve seen photos of attractive celebrities online, watched movies, and admired handsome men before, but none has made me lose my mind like a true fan or fantasize about them at night.
Not one of them made my heart flutter at the thought of meeting them.But three men I’ve never met, whose handsomeness surpasses anything I know, have turned my world upside down, and there’s no way to right it.The sight of them creates a constant ache inside my pussy I can’t fathom.And I can’t stop experiencing it.
“So beautiful.So wet,” Vincenzo says.
Yes, death would be better than this indescribable torture.
He runs his knuckle down my center, then rests his fingertip between my labia.My nerves swell with mortification as a new sliver of dew escapes me.
“So you’ll be able to take my finger without clenching down so hard you’ll break it?”He’s so close that his breath whispers over my clit, and the intimacy is incandescent.Every part of me is set ablaze.
“Yes,” I say as confidently as I can while Vincenzo moves his finger up and down my center, pushing in just a breath before withdrawing.Dear god trying not to grab onto him and suck his finger inside me is a kind of torment I never thought I would experience.At the same time, I also want to close myself up because I know it’ll be too big and hurt.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, but it feels like he’s having a conversation with Nico and Luca, not me.
He then gets up from his chair.My gaze follows him as he surveys the room.He finally pops the dome-shaped stopper off the decanter, then comes toward me, sucking off the alcohol from the other side before he takes his seat again.
My back arches sharply as he drags the cool crystal over my clit, then dips the head of the dome between my lips.It’s thicker than his finger.My mind melts.The foreignness of the object sears me.I squirm to escape, but he only increases the pressure against me.He asks me the same question.Can I take it?
My answer remains the same.I don’t know how much more of his game I can endure.I need it to end right now.
Every sensation, every whimper, is amplified threefold with Nico and Luca’s eyes on me, witnessing everything Vincenzo is doing, their gazes so intense that it feels as if all three of them are touching me simultaneously.
A trickle of my wetness seeps out and slides down to my butt.Not even my shame can stop me now.
Vincenzo gets up again, this time bringing me an ivory-handled hairbrush.The room is so large that I momentarily forget there’s an entire bedroom with a huge bed on one side.
