As I fucked her, she took Stefan into her mouth. He worked his dick past her pretty glossed lips and choked her with it. She gripped the cushion and hummed on his cock.
"My pretty little cock slut," Stefan grunted as he brushed the hair out of her face. "You handle both of us so well, baby."
"Yeah, she does," I muttered.
I pushed down the top of her dress and massaged her breast, rolling my thumb over her nipples. Tiny bumps dotted her olive skin, spreading down her arms.
After Stefan came, she screamed our names, her orgasm shaking through me. We didn't have time to waste. Not with our guests down the hall. Dante would come looking for Ava if we took too long. So I quickened my pace, fucking her until we both came.
I collapsed on top of her and kissed her lips. "I fucking love you, woman."
A grin stretched across her mouth, and she cupped my right cheek, stroking her thumb over the scar. "I love you, too, Angelo."
As if on cue, my cell phone rang. Not even a second to catch my fucking breath. I groaned as I retrieved the phone from my pocket.
It was Dante.
"Yeah?"
"Where the fuck did you go?"
"Taking care of our girl."
A beat passed before he said, "On our fucking wedding day? Couldn't you wait until tonight? Get back here. Now!"
Then he hung up.
Ava leaned against the couch and peeked up at me. "Everything okay?"
"We have to go. Daddy Dante summoned us."
She giggled and hopped up from the couch. "We better not upset Daddy."
"Come here, baby." Stefan helped Ava fix her dress back into place, knowing way too much about fashion to be related to me. "Perfect. Dante can't complain."
"He'll find something to complain about," she said with laughter in her voice. "You know my husband."
"I do."
She moved between us and sighed. "I hope both of you know I didn't just marry Dante. I made the vows to him, but it was to all of you when I said them."
"We know." I hooked my arm around her. "You're Mrs. Luciano now. It doesn't matter which of us you married."
ChapterTwenty-Four
AVA
After the wedding reception ended, I went home with my kings. I was a married woman. It still didn’t feel real to call myself Mrs. Luciano. For most of my life, I looked at the Luciano brothers as if they were gods. I thought they were untouchable, invincible. I also never thought I would ever have a chance with them.
Dante carried me over the threshold because he was old school like that. He had to do everything by the book. I laughed and smashed my face into his neck as he brought me upstairs with his brothers following.
No one spoke a word.
No one even breathed.
Dante set me on the bed like I was a delicate, breakable thing. He stared down at me like I was the center of his world. All of my guys did. I let my gaze wander between them. From Stefan to Nico to Angelo.
I loved all of them in different ways.
