My husband grunted, a sound between irritation and desire. His cock was hard against my bottom, but I didn’t experience so much as a flicker of fear. I could trust Luca.
And I trusted Dante to never hurt me. He’d saved me so many times, putting his own life on the line for me. How could I fear him after that?
What we were doing together should feel perverse, but all I felt was comfort and pleasure at their hands.
Dante was right: I needed this.
And even though Luca didn’t seem to understand my needs in the same way, he loved me, and he would do anything for me.
Luca’s fingers trailed down my stomach, swirling around my navel before exploring lower. He slowly tested me, ensuring that I didn’t respond with fear before touching my sex.
The first brush of his thumb over my clit made me buck against him, a shocking mix of terror and pleasure bursting through me. I cried out, and Dante pinched my nipple, capturing my attention with the small flare of erotic pain.
“Don’t stop,” he growled at Luca.
He pinched my nipple again, tugging and rolling it between his deft fingers in the way I liked best. I whimpered, and my eyes slid closed as my head dropped back on Luca’s shoulder. My husband kissed my neck, nipping at my tender flesh to light up my body with carnal awareness.
But in the darkness behind my closed lids, visions of my tormentors began to coalesce. I tensed and thrashed again. Luca held me fast, his thumb rubbing my clit in firm, determined circles.
“Look at me,” Dante ordered.
My eyes flew open, and I gasped as I was immediately captured in his intent emerald gaze. I drew in a shuddering breath and released it on a soft sob of relief.
“Dante.” I whispered his name like a prayer, and my fingers sank into Luca’s thighs on either side of me, anchoring myself to him.
“I love you,” Luca rumbled in my ear, his teeth tugging at my lobe with a little bite of pain. Just the way I liked it. “You’re so beautiful, kitten. Such a good girl, submitting to me. I want an orgasm.”
He rubbed my clit in a firm, demanding rhythm while Dante toyed with my nipples. My back arched on a sharp cry, and pleasure burst through me. Both men held me fast as I writhed between them, bliss singing through my veins, chasing away the last of the toxic taint left by my tormentors.
I didn’t think about the Russians. I didn’t think about anything at all.
All that existed was the ecstasy of Luca and Dante’s hands on me, their deep, rumbling voices lavishing me with praise.
Even as I began to float back down from my high, peace enfolded me. My eyelids were heavy, and I blinked slowly.
“You did so well, darling.” Dante brushed a kiss over my flushed cheek, but he didn’t try to claim my lips.
Something like regret tugged at my gut when he pulled away, but Luca was instantly there, his big hand urging me to turn my face to his so that he could capture my lips in a fierce kiss.
While I remained locked in my husband’s embrace, Dante finished washing my body, prioritizing my needs above his evident desire for me. I could see the bulge where his cock strained against his pants, but he didn’t try to touch me sexually again. I was overstimulated, every inch of my flesh tingling. I couldn’t have taken more intimate contact. Not yet, when my body was still recovering.
After a while, Luca lifted me from the cooling water, and Dante wrapped me in a fluffy towel, carefully drying my body before slipping a silky red nightgown over my head. It was one of the indecent scraps on lingerie he’d bought for me when he’d first captured me, but the garment didn’t bother me anymore. I didn’t feel any modesty around either man. Too much had passed between us for me to feel embarrassment over my nakedness when I was with them.
And I was so sleepy. I wouldn’t have protested even if I had been irritated by his choice of sleepwear.
I yawned, and Luca carried me the short distance to the bed. Worry nipped at me, and I clung to his shoulders as my eyes found Dante’s once again.
“I don’t want Luca to leave,” I pleaded. I didn’t want him to return Luca to that awful cell; I needed him to hold me and keep the nightmares at bay.
Dante frowned, but his voice was gentle when he replied. “Luca isn’t going anywhere, Nora. He hasn’t left your side since we returned home.” His expression hardened to something more forbidding. “But I’ll be damned if I don’t share a bed with my wife. Luca is staying, but you sleep with me, pet.”
Confusion threaded through me as both men settled into the massive bed on either side of me. Luca pulled me close, so that my head rested on his chest. Dante’s heat pressed up against my back, his body molding to mine. Their warmth and strength surrounded me, protecting me.
Before I could puzzle over the bizarre arrangement, I fell into deep sleep, free from nightmares. Nothing bad could touch me while I was in their arms.
Chapter 8
Nora
