Page 41 of Crimson Vows

Marco kisses my collarbone.

Dante’s tongue darts out, gently licking the folds of my pussy. My muscles clench involuntarily, moaning at the new sensation.

“You’re incredible,” Marco says as his lips move up and brush the shell of my ear.

“Yes, she is,” Nico agrees before his mouth envelops my hardened nipple. I feel it all—the hands, the mouths, and I let go, just a little, leaning into the chaos, into the care of these three men who have somehow become my harbor in this dark, dangerous world. My heart screams at me not to let my guard down with them, but as much as I want to listen, I can’t.

Marco’s hands are firm yet gentle as they roam, charting territories of pleasure on my body. Nico’s fingers dance across my skin, light and teasing, while Dante grips on my thighs, as he pulls his tongue deeper into me. They move in perfect sync, a trio attuned to my every quiver, responding to the silent language of my needs.

I’m spiraling, hovering on an edge so sharp it feels like it could split me open.

Suddenly, I feel Marco untangle himself from me, and I open my eyes to see him stand. “What’s wrong?” I gasp.

He grins and shakes his head. “Nothing at all; you’re being such a good girl for us.”

Dante pulls away from my pussy for a moment to agree before diving back in, and I convulse in response.

I watch Marco tug at the button and zipper on his pants, dropping them and his underwear to the floor. “I think we’re all far too dressed for what will happen here tonight.”

Nico looks up, his eyes dark with desire as he follows Marco’s lead, stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. With a wicked grin, Dante hops onto his knees and shimmies out of his underwear, the only thing he entered the room wearing. I can feel their eyes on me, and I have never felt sexier.

Marco steps closer, his erection straining against his thigh, and I can’t help but swallow hard as I drink in the sight of these powerful men. Their bodies are fierce, the product of lives built on strength and violence. But for this moment, they are mine and here to give me what I want... What I need.

“Nico, would you like a taste?” Marco murmurs, his voice velvet.

He nods in response.

“Dante, go get something out of Gia’s closet we can use to tie her up,” Marco commands.

“What?” I breathe the word and see a smile peel across Dante’s face.

“Trust me,” Marco replies, looking up at Dante and nodding at him to do what he says.

“Actually.” I giggle hesitantly, and all three men freeze while listening to me. “I have restraints in the toy cabinet.”

“Toy cabinet?” Dante repeats with raised eyebrows, clearly intrigued.

“Oh yes, Gia here is quite the adventurous little thing. Trust me, you’ll find exactly what we need in there,” Marco says.

Dante turns his oversized muscular frame toward the cabinet on the other side of the room. He practically sprints to it and throws the doors open. “Holy shit,” he says, clearly shocked.

Nico moves between my legs without a word and begins gently kissing the outside of my pussy, enjoying it slowly and with purpose. It doesn’t take him long before he’s using his tongue to separate my folds. A moan escapes his mouth, causing my cunt to vibrate, and I whimper in response.

A few moments later, Dante returns with a pair of silk ties and two sets of handcuffs in his hand, grinning wickedly.

“Perfect,” Marco says as he inspects Dante’s choices. “Take the ties and tie each foot to the bedpost, spreading her legs as far as they will go comfortably. I’ll take the handcuffs.”

My heart starts pounding at the idea of trusting these men so deeply. Heat rises in my cheeks as the vulnerability creeps over me.

Dante quickly complies, tying one end of the tie around my ankle and the other to the post. He repeats the process with my other ankle, making sure I’m secure.

Marco takes the cuffs, securing one wrist and then the other to the headboard. He leans in until his lips are touching my ear, and his hard, bare chest presses against my breasts. “I’ve got you.”

It’s as if, at that moment, he could read my mind. He understood that as much as I crave what is happening, the vulnerability doesn’t come naturally to me.

Nico pulls away for a moment and says, “Fuck, she’s so creamy.” His breath is hot against my pussy before he moves back in with his tongue in a rhythm that drives me so crazy it has me instinctively pulling against the restraints.

Dante smirks, looking down at me as he places a hand on Nico’s back. “Oh shit, man, she loves whatever you’re doing to her.”

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