Their grandmother is very interested in everything I do: my ancestors, my family, my educational background, and my take on whether pineapple belongs on pizza. I must have answered correctly because she clapped her hands and smiled broadly at me. If I didn’t know any better, I would think this was an interrogation.
It happens without any warning. One minute I’m talking to Rosa about my work as a microbiologist; the next, there’s a party in my pants. Okay, I’m not wearing any pants, but if I were…
No. No. No. Not now. What will their grandmother think of me if I start howling out an orgasm right here in front of everyone?
Frantic, my gaze scans the occupants for the culprit. It’s not Enzo. He offers me a devastating smile while in a debate aboutpolitics with his uncles, and with a drink in one hand and his other at his side, it’s not him.
I don’t know whether to sit still or start jumping up and down, panicking that I’m seconds away from coming.
“La mia dolce ragazza,” Rosa says, concern in her eyes at my agitated state. “What is the matter?”
Oh, it’s bad, so bad. All I can afford is a huge, strained smile and a shake of my head. Pressing my thighs together makes it worse, but I can hardly sit with my legs parted.
I seek out Marco next. He licks his lip, and his gaze travels down my body, but it’s not him. His hands are free.
Dario. In a right frenzy now, I find Dario. The devil is grinning at me with great amusement. Also, he’s right on the other side of the room.
I make my excuses and practically run to him, although I’m not actually running; I’m doing this odd speed-walk thing that looks as comical as it feels, I’m sure.
I push my way through to him, grab him by the lapels, and attack his mouth. I don’t care who is looking, what they’re saying, or what they’re thinking. I want him to stop this thing before my climax becomes everyone’s problem.
“La mia principessa, did you miss me?” Dario says with a devilish smile curving his lips. He still hasn’t turned the toy off, so I nod enthusiastically that yes, I did miss him, then I kiss him again, harder, because the deal is he would turn it off.
Relief floods through me as Dario turns off the toy. Now all I’m left with is the residue of spasms in my pussy and a blood-red face from embarrassment.
And that’s how my whole night goes as they each take turns ruining me in the most tormenting, delectable way. I can’t believe how I lose all inhibitions and throw my lips at them, but honestly, I would rather their guests see me kissing them than coming undone. I don’t know what faces I make and what sound effects come with me, but yes, kissing them is the safer option.
But I’m going to expire right here and now in front of all these people, their family no less. If not that, then I desperately want to run away, strip my clothes, and have them touch me.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m so wet, I’m dripping down my thighs. My body has turned into a feral animal, and I need them to touch me right now.
Please. Please. Please.
Chapter Nine
Starling
I know I didn’t utter my plea out loud, but maybe telepathically, because the look they give me changes from amusement to a dark, dangerous, sexy glint.
The next thing I know, they’re sending everyone home, ushering them out the door against their protests that they weren’t even served dessert yet. Don hugs them affectionately, clapping them on their backs and telling them he’s proud of them for choosing such a firecracker before he too is let out. What that means, I don’t know.
Their grandmother manages to get in that she’s proud of their choice and will start the preparations immediately before she too is ushered out. Again, I have no idea what any of that means.
Once alone with them in their penthouse, Tony a thing of the past—I can’t even remember what he looks like—my heart beats so fast it’s breaking through my chest.
Mini tsunamis wash over me as they stare me down.
What are they waiting for?
“Are you sure, princesses?” Enzo asks.
“Because once we start, there’s no going back,” Dario adds.
“You’ll be ours forever. Until the end of time, do you understand?” There’s a sternness to Marco’s voice I didn’t detect before.
Yes, I’m sure. Yes, I don’t want them to stop once they start. And yes, I’m theirs, or at least my virginity will be theirs forever, no matter what happens.
“Yes,” I say. It’s all I can say.
