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I growl in the back of my throat at the thought and let my fingertips run along the lace edge of the corset where it hits right under her shoulder blades. I give Rocco a nod and he joins me at our woman’s back.

We start to tighten the ribbons together, our movements methodical and in synch. There’s something almost meditative about it and with every adjustment I make, the more turned on I get. I don’t know whether it’s the ritual of what we’re doing or the way I can feel Fleur’s own arousal as if it’s my own that is working me up the most, but I already know this won’t be the last time I tighten her into something like this.

“You look so damn pretty, Tesoro,” Gio rasps.

I look over Fleur’s shoulder and see a look of awe on his face I’ve never seen before. Of the three of us, he’s never been shy about chasing women. I have always preferred to keep my relationships and conquests more private and that is even truer for Rocco. Gio has always embraced a playboy persona and I figured it was more about the mask he wears than anything else.

“So fucking sexy,” Gio grits out through his teeth.

With the laces tightened to the point that Fleur no longer needs to hold onto the front of the corset, Gio runs his fingertips down her arms before gripping her hands and pulling them out in front of her. It feels like she’s at our mercy with the way he’s holding onto her while Rocco and I are at her back.

I share a look with my youngest brother, and he nods in understanding before we start in on the laces again, this time tightening them with more purpose. As the sides of the back of the corset get closer together while working the excess length towards the bottom, Gio holds her steady.

When we start to pull around the bottom of her ribcage, Fleur lets out a gasp and then a low moan. I look down her body to see the way she’s rubbing her thighs together and my cock throbs.

“You like the feeling of the fabric tightening around you?” When she doesn’t answer me right away, I lean forward and brush my lips against her neck and prod, “Do you?”

“Yes,” she moans softly, her breathing a little labored, mostly by her arousal, but not completely. “I love it.”

“The perfect little doll for us,” Rocco grunts.

“Should we fuck you with you tied all tight like this?” Gio’s voice is on the edge of dangerous. “Where you’re not sure if you’ll be able to breathe through your orgasm or have to beg us to loosen the ties?”

“Fuck,” the word is drawn out as Fleur’s head tilts back on her shoulders.

“Tell us, Tesoro,” Gio asks, “have you ever had three men at once?”

“No,” there’s a hesitancy in her answer that has me wanting to burn Club Sin down just for being a place where she’s met and found pleasure with other men. It’s irrational and a little unhinged, but I don’t give a fuck. “I’m not one to fuck and tell,” she sasses breathlessly.

Gio chuckles, the sound throaty. “I don’t think my brothers and I really want to know the details.”

“No,” I grit out through my teeth, my hands pulling harder at the next few ties of the corset, wanting to punish her for being with any other man. “Then we’d have to kill them.”

Gio makes a humming sound. “Too true, brother. Too fucking true.”

“Oh please,” Fleur scoffs. “I’ve seen women throw themselves at the three of you.”

Rocco leans in and bites Fleur’s shoulder, hard enough that she lets out a yelp and I can’t help but grin with satisfaction. “Not the same. You’re ours,” he growls, a feral quality to her words.

Fleur shifts a little before Gio groans, “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”

I know without looking that he’s found a way to get a hand down the scrap of fabric she has covering her pussy. The next thing I hear is the sound of fabric ripping and Fleur makes a sound of protest in her throat.

“And fucking tight,” Gio adds, and I can only imagine the tight, wet heat he’s plunged his digits inside of.

Fleur starts to pant, unable to take full breaths with how tightly we have the ties, as Rocco and I finish up. His hands slide down her body, over her ass and thighs as mine start to explore her torso. I test how far my hands can span on her waist now that she’s tied tightly inside the luxurious fabric her torso is encased in.

“Beautiful,” I murmur and lean into her neck, peppering it with kisses and little nips, unable to help myself.

I taste her skin and know I won’t be able to wait long to be buried inside of her.

My brothers must have the same thought because the three of us take a step back from her at the same time. The action has her turning quickly, her eyes wide as she looks at Rocco and me, an accusation right there under the surface.

When we start to remove our clothes, she looks back at Gio to find him doing the same and then I watch the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—her surrender.

CHAPTER 4

GIOVANNI

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