I bit down on Luca’s shoulder with an animal wail, and he released a guttural shout. For a moment, I tensed, worried that I’d caused him pain.
“You can’t hurt me, my sweet little kitten.” His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me closer and encouraging me to mark him as my own.
As they both began to gently thrust into me, I clung to him with teeth and claws, reduced to a purely primal state.
My body softened, and pleasure gathered at my core. I moved against them mindlessly, craving more, craving all of them. They became rougher, their ragged breaths and low groans harmonizing with my wild cries of ecstasy every time they drove deep.
Luca roared out a curse, and his hands sank into my thighs, pulling me all the way down onto his cock as he released his seed into my pussy. His possessive hold trapped me in place, pinning me at Dante’s mercy. My sadistic husband thrust hard and fast, using me for his own pleasure. At the same time, he reached around me and pinched my clit.
My back bowed on a scream, and my vision flashed white as my orgasm tore through me in a shockwave. The long-denied release claimed me with electric intensity, pleasure crackling along my veins and pinging across my sensitized flesh.
Dante shouted out my name, and his heat branded me, marking me as his.
My bliss crested, the high prolonged by the satisfaction that I’d made him come undone. He was mine.
And as they held me, stroking me in the aftermath of our devastating union, I dared to believe they could both belong to me forever: my dangerous, devoted husbands.
Chapter 15
Nora
A shrill ringing sound jerked me awake, and I blinked against the sudden wash of light as Dante turned on the lamp. He answered his phone, and his expression darkened to something thunderous.
“How many?” he asked in clipped tones. “The Russians? We can handle— Fuck! Get Luca’s men to pull back to the house. And I want snipers on the roof. Now.”
He raked a hand through his dark curls and barked another curse as he ended the call.
“What’s going on?” Luca demanded. “Are we under attack?”
Dante gave him a grim nod and got out of bed, rushing to the closet to hastily pull on some clothes.
“Get dressed,” he commanded. “And put these on.” He hefted two Kevlar vests and put them on the bed, waiting for Luca and me.
“The Russians?” Luca pressed, jerking a t-shirt over his head.
My blood froze in my veins. They were here, in our safe haven. They would get to me. They would…
Luca’s arms enfolded me, warming my chilled skin. “I’ll protect you, Nora,” he vowed. “They won’t touch you. You have to get dressed right now.”
I nodded mutely and allowed him to start tugging clothes onto my stiff limbs. I took deep, calming breaths, struggling to remain in the present with them. We were all in danger, and I couldn’t allow myself to go catatonic with terror. I would become a liability, and I wouldn’t put my men at risk needlessly.
“Giuseppe’s men are with them,” Dante growled. “The old bastard has fully allied himself with the Bratva so that he can kill us and take control of our organization. Or the shreds of it that would be left if he had his way. He’s gone insane.”
“No,” Luca ground out. “He’s always been a proud, greedy son of a bitch. And he’s callous enough to sell his own daughter to those monsters. He won’t give a shit about losses on our side. He’ll be King of the Ashes, and he’ll be satisfied, as long as he’s in power.”
Luca fitted my Kevlar vest before securing his own.
My stomach flipped. “Where’s your vest?” I asked Dante, voice shaking with echoes of my trauma.
He ignored me and passed a gun to Luca. “Protecting her is your responsibility now. Don’t let them anywhere near her. If any of those Russian bastards come for her, you blow their brains out. No hesitation. No mercy.”
“None,” Luca agreed.
“Where’s your vest, Dante?” I straightened my spine and imbued my voice with as much strength as I could muster.
“I only have two up here. Luca needs one so he can protect you.”
“But what about you?” I insisted.
