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“A secret? No, I swear, I’ve been truthful.” At her reply, Santino’s hands flex in approval, and he kisses her delicate shoulder. She’s got some thick curves, but at the same time screams delicate flower. She’s all woman, and something about it is so undeniably alluring.

“Have you had anyone back here before?”

She bites her lower lip, and I don’t have to see her eyes to know she’s waging war within herself on what to say. Rorik interrupts before she can decide what to say. Placing his warm palm on my back, he admits, “She hasn’t, but she didn’t want to say anything and dissuade you from being satisfied.”

Santino’s voice is raspy as he says, “On the contrary, you just made this a little more interesting. I’d suspected, but I’m not usually the ass man, that’s Luc. He knows what’s typical and what isn’t.”

Rather than discuss it further, I work another digit in her, scissoring my fingers to gently stretch the perfect hole. It’s a good thing she’s taking me first then. I’m longer, but Santino’s thicker and probably would’ve scarred her for life with his impatience.

It’s time, I decide, as she is able to finally take my third finger without too much squirming. Thankfully, Santino’s ass playearlier with the plug and such has warmed her up more than he probably realizes. I know he wouldn’t have been as gentle as I am about it, as he loves a little pain with everything. I think it reminds him he’s alive and still fighting this fight we call life.

Shifting closer, I line my cock up to her entrance. With one hand bracing myself and the other gripping my length, I slowly push the tip to the tight ring. I carefully begin to work my way inside her as Santino rains kisses over her flesh, one hand palming her tit, toying with her nipple. She grinds her clit against mio fratello underneath her, with each shift of her hips making her whimper. She’ll quickly learn to hold still until she’s used to taking us back here as well. “Good girl, you’re taking me so well,” I murmur as I adjust, pulling out a bit only to go deeper.

“Concentrate on how good it feels to be this full. To have both of us inside you at once,” Santino murmurs, nibbling on her earlobe. He reaches between them, toying with her clit until she’s a writhing mess, attempting to hold still but unable to all the same. “You’re soaking my cock, poco zucchero. Your juices are dripping down my nuts, always soaking me, aren’t you?”

“Perfecto,” I grit out, clenching my teeth as I attempt to be patient when, so help me, I want to thrust without abandon. I won’t, as I know her first time will set the tone for the future. She’ll learn to trust us immediately and won’t hold back anytime when it comes to us sharing her. My cock seems to barely fit as the thin barrier between ass and cunt does little to separate mine and Santy’s cocks from touching. It’s there, but each shift of our hips, or hers, has us rubbing her walls together. G-spots are easily hit, making her sob with her pleasure. Her muscles strain as she holds on to Santino for dear life. I finally manage to workmy way inside her as far as I can go and begin slowly thrusting. I use her wetness trailing out of her pussy to further lubricate my cock until both of her holes are soaked.

I glide in and out, keeping a steady, thoughtful pace. Now free of holding my cock, I smack her ass. Hard. She cries out with the distraction, and in turn, Santino thrusts up, roughly rooting himself until she squirts all over the both of us again. Tears trail down her cheeks, but she has no choice but to continue. We don’t offer one, especially as we’re merely getting tonight started.

Reaching behind me, I find Rorik and tug him to me. He takes my cue, reaching for the lube to slicken his cock. I can’t wait to feel him pounding into me as I take her at the same time. “Now, mio bell’uomo,” I order. “I need to feel you.”

In the next instant, the blunt tip is pressing against my opening. He leans over me, kissing the middle of my back, then sinking deep.

Perfecto.

Chapter 12

He laughed, “My darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul." - Rhysand, Acotar

Mischa

In the midst ofall the many, many sensations, I flick my gaze across the room. It instantly lands on two people I didn’t expect to find in the room with the four of us. The Capo and his wife stand off to the side, or more aptly, lean. As Violet uses one hand to grip the back of the chair beside them. Matteo is firmly at her back, arms wrapped around her. One hand grips her throat just under her jaw, holding her head in place so she has no choice but to watch us in the throes of our passion. His other hand… well, he has it underneath the front of her dress. It’s shifted the material high enough I watch as his fingers shovethe thin, translucent material of her tiny panties to the side and sink deep inside of her.

Her thighs clench around his hand, but he’s strong enough he manages to move them regardless. He growls something in her ear, and then she’s widening her stance, taking every thrust he gives her. It’s addicting, watching them as they watch the four of us. I almost expect them to start having sex, but they don’t. He keeps shifting his hand. Back and forth. His palm grinds over her clit before moving to push his fingers deep. He does it enough I lose count, and eventually, Violet melts in his hold, riding out her orgasm. In the next instant, he has her lifted, bridal style, as he rushes with her out of the room.

So much for being unaffected. I’d say Matteo Vendetti will be having his way with his wife in a matter of moments. He doesn’t strike me as the type to hold back from what he wants, and he no doubt enjoyed every moment of making Violet crumble to pieces with his touch. I have a feeling he’s too jealous to fuck her in the same room, so he’s carted her off to make her come for his eyes only.

After Santino finishes filling me with his cum, he rolls to the side, catching his breath. Luciano doesn’t waste any time shifting his cock from my ass to my pussy. He groans as he sinks all the way inside. “So warm and wet,” he comments, thrusting his hips forward then back, only to repeat his movements. They’re lazy, and I find myself adjusting to my side until he allows me to roll over onto my back. He momentarily pulls free, only to plunge back inside, resting his thighs between mine now. Rorik has been lying beside us, having found his pleasure in Luciano.

I eagerly open-mouth kiss along Luciano’s neck, loving the taste of his smooth skin against my tongue. He smells divine. Different from my new husband. Not better or worse, just different. They each wear cologne, both something divine to the point it’s almost dizzying as I draw in deep inhales, not able to get enough.

His chest rumbles as he quietly chuckles. “Naughty bambola, did you justsniffme?”

“Mmhm,” I shamelessly admit, doing it again. “You smell so good, it’s addicting.”

“Yeah? Your fat little pussy squeezes me in the best way each time you do that,” he comments, and I feel myself clenching around his dick. I hadn’t realized I’d been doing it, too caught up in everything else. Having him and Santino at the same time was an experience I’ll never forget. I hope we do that a lot; it felt beyond amazing to be full of both of them at the same time. I can only imagine how good it would feel to have them coming in me at the same time as well. The swelling of both of their cocks simultaneously, then the throbbing as their cum bursts free, and finally, the warm, thick wetness coating my insides as they both try to put their babies in me at the same time.

Santino moves from his spot he was lying in just above my head and rounds the bed. He stops behind Rorik, and my brother attempts to turn towards him. My husband doesn’t allow it, and soon they begin to wrestle for dominance. Ror is used to being a boss, but here, the Vendettis rule everything, and clearly, they plan to when it comes to sex as well. I love it, but it may take a little while for my brother to adjust.

Luciano and I lazily fuck, him hitting all the right places in my channel as we watch the two beside us battle it out. After a few minutes of them wrestling, Santino, still completely naked behind Rorik, gets my brother’s arms twisted up in this weird embrace until he can’t move; then Santino shifts his hips, spreading his thighs behind Ror’s. It widens his legs enough so that Santino’s hard, heavy cock can find its way between my brother’s ass cheeks. His hips thrust roughly a few times, making Rorik cry out but eventually submitting. Then, my husband shifts, one hand pressing my brother’s face into the sheet as he gets into a better position and begins really fucking him.

I won’t lie; it’s hot. I would normally be worried about my brother’s comfort, but I’ve already learned to trust Santino and Luciano. If Rorik’s taking it the way he is, then it’s because he wants to. He’s willingly submitting to my husband rather than continuing to fight.

A hand around my throat, thumb pressing my chin until I meet Luciano’s gaze, brings me back to concentrating on the two of us and no one else. “When I fuck you, bambola, you pay attention. If not, I’ll have to spank you again and not let you come,” he threatens, but I’m already transfixed back on him, so it’s unnecessary. I love the feeling of his weight pressing me into the bed, his cock filling me, knowing I’ll have his cum inside me soon as well.

“Please,” I whisper, knowing he loves for me to beg him. “Please let me have your cum. Fill me up? Make me feel needed,” I nearly plead as the smacking from Santino and Rorik echoes around us from the sweaty pounding.

He growls, so unlike Luciano, as the man always seems to scream refined gangster. “Oh, you’ll take my cum alright, there’s no doubt about it,” he promises, then reaches between us. His fingertips find my clit, pinching and circling until I’m panting. “You’ll come again before I fill you up, you hear me? Then you’ll take every drop of my cum and not spill a drop. I want every ounce kept inside this tight, wet pussy.” I nod and lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His fingers feel too good on my clit, dizzying so.

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