“Please,” I begged, voice ragged from screaming. “I want to touch you. Both of you.”
Dante gripped my hair and forced me down onto my knees. “You haven’t earned that yet, pet. Worship Luca with your mouth, and I might show some mercy.”
Dante’s cruel, cold demands were a shocking contrast to Luca’s words of praise. I craved them both. Dante’s iron control forced me to yield, setting me free, but Luca’s particular brand of tender possessiveness made my heart sing.
My husband’s cock strained toward my mouth, and I parted my lips in welcome. As he slid along my swirling tongue, Dante sank to his knees beside me. For a moment, I thought it was a position of supplication, but then I realized the truth: he wanted better access to continue tormenting me.
“Fuck her face,” Dante ordered. “It feels so good when she gags on your cock.” His fingers tested the slick arousal that coated my inner thighs, and he hummed his approval. “You’ll take everything he gives you, won’t you, little bird?”
I moaned in wordless reply, unable to respond even if I’d been capable of speaking. Luca filled my mouth, stroking in deep. I tried to focus on taking all of him, but Dante distracted me by rubbing around my clit. It pulsed madly, but he didn’t touch me directly where I craved it most. He coaxed me to the edge of orgasm and held me there, giving me just enough pleasure to drive me into a state of desperate, mindless lust. But he refused to allow me to reach the peak, denying my release until I sobbed around Luca’s cock. I twisted against the binding that restrained me, aching to touch myself and find sweet relief.
Dante cupped my breast and pinched my nipple hard. Even through the thin barrier of my soft cotton shirt, the pain was enough to remind me that I was powerless against him. There was nothing to be gained by struggling, only his dark amusement. His cruelly delighted laugh ghosted over my skin like a lover’s caress, and I shuddered in longing. My core contracted around nothing, painfully empty. I needed to be filled, to be fucked and claimed.
Luca cursed. “I can’t last,” he ground out. “Not when she’s moaning around my dick.”
Dante carefully wrapped my hair around his fist and gently eased me away from Luca, his cruel touch turning suddenly tender. Tears of relief blurred my vision, and when he released the binding on my wrists, I clung to him like he was my lifeline, the only thing tethering me to reality.
“You’re doing so well, pet,” he praised, lifting me up to cradle me against his chest. “You’re going to ride Luca while I fuck your ass. Then I’ll let you come.”
I was dimly aware of clothes rustling, and then Dante was lowering me onto Luca. My husband was gloriously naked. He was so strong, powerful enough to protect me from any harm. And he was all mine.
A long sigh of relief whooshed from my chest as Dante guided me down onto Luca’s waiting cock. He stretched me slowly, and I moaned at the decadent sensation of being filled after the endless, torturous emptiness. When he was in me to the hilt, Dante peeled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me completely bare too.
He left me briefly, but before I could cry at the loss, Luca wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me toward him to claim a soul-searing kiss. I fell into our connection, allowed our love to enfold me. My heart glowed, and warmth pulsed through my veins.
Dante’s heat warmed my back, and then his lubricated cock was pressing against my tight entrance.
I whined into Luca’s mouth. He wouldn’t fit. Not with my husband inside me.
Luca broke our kiss so that he could stare into my eyes, impressing his will upon me. “You can take him, kitten. I want you to. Do it for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I pledged on a broken whisper. “Anything for you, Luca. Anything.”
“Relax, pet.” Dante stroked the length of my spine and pressed into me, stretching my tight ring of muscles.
I cried out, and my head began to shake. They were too big. I couldn’t take them both.
“You want to be a good girl for Luca, don’t you?” Dante asked through gritted teeth, straining to hold himself back. “He wants you to let me fuck your ass. You aren’t going to disappoint him, are you?”
He punctuated the challenging question with a particularly hard pinch to my nipple. I writhed in his merciless grip, and he sank deeper inside me.
“That’s it,” Luca hissed. “Fuck, you’re so tight when he’s inside you, kitten.”
“Hold on to him,” Dante urged, gentler than before.
My fingernails dug into Luca’s shoulders, but he didn’t flinch as I scored his flesh.
“I’ve got you, Nora,” he promised, voice tight with the effort of forcing himself to stillness.
They were giving me time to accept them into my body without pain. They wanted me to feel only pleasure when they were inside me like this, claiming me in the most decadent, forbidden way. Dante’s cruel game had all been to prepare me for this, to make me so hot and wet that I was more than ready to take them both.
Even in this deviant act, they were protecting me. Cherishing me.
My men would never hurt me. They were utterly devoted to me, just as I was devoted to them.
When Dante pushed deeper, I accepted all of him. They were both stretching me, filling me. It was almost more than I could bear.
And then Dante moved.
