Page 80 of Belonging to the Mafia Dons

I need this release and I need them. Desperately.

“It’s late, princess,” Enzo says, looking over at Nico. “We don’t want to make you too tired for your classes tomorrow.”

“Pick.” Nico says. “You can have one of us. The other will watch. Pick.”

I look between them and shift my weight from one foot to the other. I don’t think I can pick. I don’t have favorites; I want them both.

“Nico,” I whisper, finally. He nods and motions towards the bed.

Enzo stops me, pulling my pillow from my grasp before swinging me into his arms.

“The least I can do is carry you to your booty call, my princess,” he teases, lowering his head to capture my lips in a sweet kiss.

It’s exactly the kind of reassuring I needed. Enzo isn’t mad.

“I want her bent over the bed,” Nico orders. Enzo’s long legs eat up the distance between the doorway and the giant bed in the center of the room. He deposits me right on the edge and presses another kiss to my lips.

“You’re going to be a good girl for Nico, aren’t you princess?” He whispers.

I nod and exhale shakily.

Nico appears, his boxers already tented from his impressive length. I gulp. I’ve taken him in my mouth several times, but this will be the first time he actually fucks me.

I’m excited and nervous.

“Strip for us, Angel,” he orders.

Immediately, I pull off the strappy tank top and throw it on the bed and then I slide my sleep shorts down my legs and step out of them. I’m not wearing underwear and both of them are looking at me hungrily.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and rough tonight, Angel,” Nico warns. “Do you think you can be quiet, or do you need to choke on Enzo’s dick while I fuck you?”

I sigh, shakily and then smile at Enzo. “I want to choke on Enzo’s dick even if I can be quiet.”

He groans and kicks off his boxers. “That’s what I like to hear, princess,” he growls.

Nico points to the small bench at the foot of the bed and tosses three pillows over towards it.

“You’re going to bend over that and wait for us,” he orders. I quickly move to comply, positioning myself over the bench so my torso is supported by the stack of pillows, but my ass is hanging off one edge and my head is hanging off the other.

“Hug the bench,” Nico orders. “You do not move your hands or lift them for any reason unless we give you permission, understood?”

I take a deep breath and do what he says. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

He growls and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“Fuck, I love it when you are like this,” he growls again, slapping my ass. I swallow my shriek of surprise. The red-hot sting of the slap has already faded into a pleasant warmth, and I wiggle my ass in encouragement.

“When we have more time, my angel – we will definitely revisit spanking,” Nico promises.

“Spread your legs wider for me.”

He taps my inner thighs with his hand and I carefully widen my stance. His fingers swipe through my folds roughly, cursing when he feels how wet I am.

“Hold on,” he orders.

Enzo wraps his hand in my hair and lifts my head while I clutch the bench. His tip slides into my waiting mouth at almost the same moment that Nico thrusts into me in one single, powerful movement.

It jolts me forward, choking me on Enzo’s dick. My eyes immediately water but Enzo holds me steady and whispers soothing things to me.

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