My belly flipped, torn between alarm and desire.
I hated the emotional distance between us, the walls that Dante had erected to protect his heart, but I was just as helpless as Luca had said. I was powerless against them, and they’d barely begun to torment me.
A shudder of trepidation raced through me, an erotic anticipation that made my fingers flex and my toes curl.
Luca’s hands bracketed my hips, guiding me away from his stiffening cock. My arms were still bound behind his neck, and I had no choice but to lean on him for balance as he positioned me where Dante wanted me.
Cool air rushed over my bottom when he fisted the soft material of my yoga pants and yanked them down my legs, exposing me. I stepped out of them and spread my legs in wanton invitation, letting him see how aroused I was for him already.
Dante swatted my thigh in a stinging rebuke. “You don’t get to come until we’re both inside you. You’ll beg for our cocks before we finally give you what you want. You’ll scream for me until you’re hoarse, and then Luca will fuck your throat so that you can show him how badly you want him. You’ll take him any way he wants to use you because all you want is to please him. Isn’t that right, pet?”
His fist sank into my hair, tugging my head back so that I was forced to stare up into Luca’s glinting ochre eyes.
“Tell him,” Dante growled. “Tell him that you’ll do anything for him, anything he wants.”
“I’m yours,” I panted. “I’ll give you anything, Luca. I’ll give you everything, all of myself.”
His jaw sharpened with hunger. “Such a sweet kitten,” he purred. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, clit pulsing with need. His filthy words of praise had become an erotic trigger, and desire washed through me even though neither man was touching me sexually.
“Yes, Sir,” Dante corrected me, his voice a deep rebuke. “Address Luca with the respect he deserves.”
“What?” My mind reeled at this new turn of events. For so long, Dante had degraded Luca and told me that he wasn’t worthy of being my husband. Now he was demanding respect for the man who had once been his most hated enemy.
A line of fire lashed my thighs before I registered the sound of the cane smacking my delicate skin. I screamed at the shock of pain, then gasped for breath, struggling to understand what was happening.
Another fiery brand across my thighs, closer to my bottom this time. Luca’s jaw ticked as he studied the way I sang Dante’s perverse song.
“Does it hurt, kitten?” he murmured, sounding almost concerned.
“Yes,” I squeaked, shifting my body toward his as though I could evade the next hit.
His merciless fingers sank into my hips, and he forced me to stand exactly where Dante wanted me. His eyes flicked past me, finding my tormentor.
“Again.”
The cane branded me, and a harsh cry ripped from my chest.
“I gave you an order.” Dante’s voice drifted through the haze of pain that clouded my thoughts. “And Luca asked you a question.”
“I don’t… I can’t…” I babbled, scrambling to recall what they’d said. Everything was fuzzy, my mind floating while my body burned.
Luca leaned in close, so that his heated question threaded through the fog. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, I…” There was something else, something I wasn’t?—
Another strike, another brand seared into my sensitive flesh.
“Yes, Sir!” I shouted, Dante’s order clicking into place without conscious thought.
I couldn’t think; I couldn’t breathe.
I pressed my face into Luca’s chest and gasped for air. The intoxicating, comforting scent that was uniquely Luca surrounded me, enfolding me. My tears wet his shirt, and he released my hips to stroke my hair, a decadent caress after the cruel, unfeeling rebuke of the cane.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he rumbled, drawing a sob from deep inside me, a sound of visceral release.
The tie on my wrists loosened, but I had only a moment to cling to my husband before Dante drew my hands behind my back and bound them once again. I tugged against the restraint.
