Page 72 of New Orleans Collection

Rocco shifts in the chair he’s sitting in across the room as Leo steps closer to Fleur and drops his towel. Knowing what’s coming, I start getting undressed and then our youngest brother is standing and doing the same. The way Fleur’s eyes bounce between us would be comical if the tension in the room wasn’t so high.

“I’m sorry.” I can hear the remorse in her words. “I won’t offer excuses. It was a stupid thing to do when I should have trusted you to take me where I wanted to go.”

“One good thing did come of it,” I offer as an olive branch causing Fleur’s eyes to snap to mine. “The man sending you gifts brought himself into the light and we got some answers.”

Fleur’s eyes slide closed, and I swear I see relief wash over her face. “I can’t believe it was Henri.” She bites her lip. “He seemed nice.”

Leo scoffs and Fleur shrugs one delicate shoulder. “He admitted he bought you and in doing so was brought into an elaborate game. He was told you would play hard to get and he would have to take what he bought,” Leo’s voice is strained as he gives her some of the details we found out.

He’ll probably never tell her that Martinez was behind everything, but we know, and we’ll make sure Dante as well as the DSMC knows as well. Martinez might still be hiding in the shadows, but he’ll make his presence known at some point. When he does, we’ll be waiting for him.

Not only has he gone after Viola, which must be answered for, but then he tried to go after Fleur. I hate to think about what could have happened if Viola hadn’t made a comment about Club Sin which was the catalyst for us getting out of our own way and doing what we should have done a long time ago—claim our woman.

“That’s,” Fleur takes a deep breath and shakes her head as she looks at us, “I’m not even sure what to say.” She swallows hard. “Thank you for protecting me. For being there when I needed you to be there and not leaving me alone when I made the wrong choice.”

Leo cups her cheek. “We will always protect you, Tesoro. Always.”

She nods, her eyes becoming intense in a way I haven’t seen before. She looks from Leo to Rocco and then to me. “I want you to know that I love you. You have made my life richer. I was lonely and I loved the three of you from afar for a long time. I didn’t think you saw me as anything more than Viola’s friend or a club princess. I didn’t know you saw me.”

Rocco’s voice is thick with emotion. “I’ve always seen you, Fleur.” His eyes soften and his voice gentles, “I love you.”

“I love you, Fleur,” my voice cracks slightly, but I can’t find it in me to care.

When Fleur’s eyes meet Leo’s eyes again, he murmurs softly, “I love you. Always.” He straightens his back and smirks. “But right now, we’re going to fuck you like we don’t because you need to be punished for what you did tonight and never make the same mistake again.”

I swear I see the corner of Fleur’s mouth twitch, but it’s fast and I can’t be sure. Leo grips her shoulders, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks. He pulls her so she’s standing in front of him and with her up I can see she isn’t wearing panties. My hand drops down and starts to stroke my cock with the need to find a little bit of relief.

“All dressed up,” Leo murmurs softly while his hands run down over the black corset our woman has on.

Her breathing starts to pick up, but it can’t be easy to get a full breath considering how tight the corset is on her. I never knew seeing a woman all dressed up would do something so profound for me, but she’s like the perfect present.

The next time we put her in a corset, I want to be the one to do the laces. I saw the look on Leo and Rocco’s face in Room Eight, there was something about the ritual of it that spoke to them. I want in on it.

Leo roughly turns our woman and presses between her shoulder blades until she’s bent over the end of the bed, her round ass on display and little whimpers coming from her mouth. “Fucking perfect,” he rasps.

She gets no warning when his hand comes down hard on her ass. The yelp she lets out might as well be a symphony. He rains spankings down on her until I can see her arousal glistening on her pussy lips and her ass is a nice shade of pink, bordering on red.

Without giving her a chance to brace, he grips her hips and plunges inside of her. The groan he lets out is primal and answered by the wanton moan coming from our woman. He fucks her hard and fast, not letting up. It’s punishing and exactly what he promised.

I can’t tear my eyes away from where they’re joined. It’s fascinating to watch the way her body opens for him and accepts him.

“Fuck, Leo,” she pants. “Please.”

He reaches around her body and even though I can’t see it, I know he’s rubbing her clit from the way she jolts in his hands. “Don’t come,” he commands, and she makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat.

Her entire body is vibrating as he thrusts into her a few more times and plants himself deep inside, his head falling back on his shoulders as he roars through his release. Fleur buries her head in the bedding and shakes her head, her body strung tight by not being given what it wants.

I know the sounds our woman makes when she comes, and she definitely did not come.

When Leo pulls himself free of Fleur, I watch in fascination as his cum and her arousal start to slide out of her pussy. She’s red and puffy, looking thoroughly fucked. But we’re not done.

I look at Rocco and give him a chin lift that has him flashing a feral grin. When he steps up to Fleur, his hands softly run over the cheeks of her ass. The way she stills when I know her body is telling her to try and get away from him has my need for her growing. I’m not normally one for delayed gratification, but it feels right in this moment.

I’m the one she fucked until I couldn’t keep my eyes open and then used the opening to slip away from us. It’s only fair that I’m the one who goes last in punishing her tonight. And the one who will finally let her come.

Rocco doesn’t spank our woman’s ass and focuses on where her thighs and cheeks meet which I know will make it harder for her to sit tomorrow. When Fleur’s head is thrashing back and forth as she tries to pull away from him, Rocco’s arms drop to his sides.

He stares down at our woman, his chest heaving, taking in the sight in front of him. When he reaches for her hips, he doesn’t slam inside of her but flips her onto her back. I can see the tears in her eyes as she stares up at him, but she doesn’t protest or tell us it’s too much.

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