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I massage Stella’s clit with my thumb, and she’s soaked in her arousal and lube, her hips bucking against me with every thrust of Dylan’s cock. Her long nails dig into my skin, leaving welts behind, and I want her to fucking mark me. I want to wear these scars for days and days, I want her tattooed on my goddamned bones for eternity.

“Levi,” she pleads, her head tipping back, Dylan’s hand gently cupping her throat with his enormous hand. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Dylan, please, please.”

“We’ve got you,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you. Let go,guera.”

I can’t deny the white-hot stabbing in my balls. At the moment that my release begins to erupt inside her, more and more heat filling that impossibly tight pussy, she screams, contracting on my cock, grabbing and pulling and drawing out every drop until I’m drained and shivering beneath her. Stella collapses onto my chest, whimpering and moaning as Dylan’s thrusts turn into short, hard ruts.

I gaze over her shoulder at him, breathless and aching, the feeling of his hard cock too much against me. Her body is almost fighting the intrusion with each pulse of her pussy, until he groans, pulling out of her, gritting his teeth as he presses his cock to the cleft of her ass, and hot jets of cum spurt across Stella’s back.

Stella lays on my chest, her breath cooling the sweat on my skin. I kiss her forehead, stroking her hair from her neck.

“You did so well, baby girl.”

She smiles sleepily, and shifts against me. “I cannot believe how good that felt.”

Dylan leans down to kiss her cheek, his own chest still heaving. “You took us so well,guera.” He drops another kiss to her shoulder, then climbs off the bed. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

He disappears into Stella’s bathroom, and water runs for a few minutes, and then he comes out with a washcloth and a towel.

He kneels behind Stella, gently cleaning the cum and sweat from her skin. When she’s clean and he’s dried her down, she lifts herself off me, and rolls onto her back beside me. Dylan’s eyes land on my cock, covered in my release, and his eyes flame. I brace myself for another round, my cock twitching in anticipation, but Dylan simply washes away the traces of what we just did from my thighs.

Stella rolls on to her side, watching as Dylan takes care of me, and she sighs. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she says softly.

Dylan’s mouth quirks into a crooked smile. “You might be a little sore tomorrow, I’ll run you a bath to help.”

She giggles, rolling on her back and throwing her arms over her head. “You’re the sweetest,papi. Give me the railing of my life and then offer to run me a bath.”

Dylan drops the towel and the washcloth to the floor and crawls over her, grinning down at her, kissing her softly. “I’m very,verygood at looking after people.”

“Mmm, yes you are.”

Dylan’s gaze shifts over to me, and he smiles. “You OK,guapo?”

I nod, even though I don’t think that’s an accurate way to describe what I’m feeling now. My heart’s still threatening to beat its way out of my chest, and looking at these two people, who I love more than anything I’ve ever loved in my whole life, I’m so much more than OK.

Dylan leans over me, notching a finger under my chin and turning my face to his. He kisses me slowly, softly, and my determination to be the alpha male, the big man, it melts away.

“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth, and I mean it, I do. With every part of me, I love him and I love Stella, and I know that I’m going to set this all right.

His mouth curves into a smile against mine, and he strokes the hair from my forehead. “I love you too,guapo.”

Stella curls up beside us, sighing happily. She doesn’t speak, just lets Dylan and I lie down either side of her, kissing her neck and her shoulders, stroking her hair until she falls asleep between us.

Dylan’s eyes become heavy too, and after a while, his shallow breaths wash over Stella’s shoulder. I lie awake for a long time, listening to the beat of my heart and feeling the heat of Stella’s body as she lies under my arm.

This is the beginning of us, of this life together. But first, Dylan and I have work to do. And as I look down at Stella’s peaceful face, I know that what’s coming could break her heart all over again. It could tear us away from her for good.

But I spent ten years in prison hungry for revenge, hungry for the justice she was denied.

I roll on to my side, breathing her in as I fall asleep.

They’re going to pay, baby girl. Every nightmare that haunts you, they’re going to pay in blood.

CHAPTER 19

STELLA

I wakeup to the heat of the men lying either side of me, and a dull ache between my legs. I test my body carefully, moving my hips side to side, and while I’m sore, it’s not terrible. When Dylan first entered me, I was sure I was going to burst, like he was going to split me straight up the middle. But the pain had quickly given way to pleasure, and when I think of how it felt when Dylan moved, how it felt to take both of them, hearing their moans and heavy breaths as they were both inside my body, it’s enough to have me squirming and feeling hotter and hotter between them.

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