Page 23 of The Vendetti Soldier

I’d have gotten bored quickly. Just like I did with the last virgin bride Santino and I shared. Sure, it was fun at first, but then it fizzled. At least for me, it did. I enjoy variety, and having not only Rorik but Mischa as well changes things. Makes them interesting, the dynamic different than we’ve ever had before.

Having my cake and eating it too deems me a selfish man, but I don’t care. I want what I want, and somehow our Capo has figured out a way to give it to me.

“Ready, fratello?” I ask Matteo, flashing an easy smile at Violet. She was stunning as always, dressed in a long, flowing gold gown. She was pure understated elegance, as she always is. Everything in her closet screams matriarch of the famiglia with nearly unlimited power at her fingertips, and this dress was no exception.

“I didn’t warn Mischa nor Rorik that we’d be joining you later, did you?” he asks.

I immediately shake my head, “No, of course not.”

“Although it’s rather pointless, as I know you two have already consummated the marriage. The real issue is not having Mischa checked by Luca. We need her in the exam room as soon as possible.”

“I agree, but she has confirmed with Santy that she’s fertile. We’ll find out soon, as I’ve already come inside her.”

Envy momentarily sparks in Violet’s gaze. She really was the best fit to be the first wife, as she’s just as obsessed about having the Vendetti heirs as my too-serious fratello is. The difference is Matteo wants her to only have his bambinos, whereas I know if it were up to Violetta, she’d be having all of our babies. We taught her well from the start; she’s such a good girl. “She assures me she’s not on any birth control, and I’ve spoken to the staff. They’ve confirmed that they haven’t found anything in her luggage to point to her being dishonest. Again, we will soon find out the truth once Luca can confirm with her bloodwork.”

“Santino says she wants children,” Matteo mutters as we leave the mess of the day behind us. The wedding has been long over, the guests slowly trickling out after the dinner, toasts, cake cutting, dancing, and everything else that made the day a complete whirlwind. The only people left in the ballroom are mio fratelli as they watch their wives with amusement while they drink champagne and dance like fools in the middle of the dance floor. I’d be worn out and looking forward to a hard night’s sleep if it weren’t for the anticipation building in my chest over what’s to come tonight—namely, me inside of Rorik and Mischa, all while Matteo and Violet watch. I can’t wait to see if our bride or groom gets quiet and shy or if they embrace the voyeurism and show us their more unrestrained sides.

I nod. “Yeah, I filled her and plugged her, and she kept it in until Santy took it out. I think she’s being honest with us.”

“Hm,” Matteo mutters, always the distrustful and skeptical one out of our group. He has every right to be that way with everything he has to deal with. His arm wraps around Violet’s shoulder as they follow me towards Santino’s wing. With each step, I get closer and closer, and my heartbeat picks up a quick, steady thump in anticipation. I’ve been thinking about tonight all damn day, and it’s finally arrived. I open the door leading inside Santino’s private quarters and begin tugging at my tie, then flicking my cufflinks free. I’m working on my shirt buttons when we finally make it to the bedroom.

The sight has my mouth watering in excitement, my cock instantly becoming harder with the three of them completely naked. It was already still, knowing what I was going to be doing, but witnessing it with my own eyes is an entirely different feat in itself. Santino lies sprawled out over his sheets, his hands on Mischa’s thighs as she rides his face. She grinds her pussy back and forth across his mouth, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Whimpers leave her, but mio fratello continues to urge her on, no doubt loving every moment her slick folds slide across his lips and his tongue dives inside her wet hole.

My gaze moves lower, further taking the scene in. Rorik eagerly sucks Santino’s cock, his head bobbing up and down as he slurps my brother’s length. One hand squeezes the base, rotating it as he pulls his head back, then lowers again. The opposite hand is tucked between Santino’s thighs, cupping and tickling his sac.

Christ. Santino must be in absolute heaven right now.

“Mm,” Violet quietly hums in approval. My sister-in-law is far from a prude these days and enjoys the show just as much as we all do.

Without further ado, I leave Matteo and Violet next to the oversized high-back chair near the entry and remove my jacket and vest, then my shirt. I fold them neatly and place them in a stack at the end of the bed next to Santino’s, then move to toe off my shoes and finally drop my pants. Once they’re folded and stacked as well, I remove my socks, layering them neatly on top of my undershirt, and finally lose my black briefs. Santino got the party started without me, and I’m far too eager to waste time allowing anyone to undress me when I can do it much quicker myself.

Stepping to Rorik, I can’t help but watch him for a moment, at the end of the bed, on his knees, leaning over enough to suck and slurp mio fratello’s cock like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. It’s not; however, mine is. My hand moves to his hair, my fingers running through the locks softly at first until I get to the back. I fist the longer strands, halting his movements, and his eyes flick to mine. He was so caught up in his task he wasn’t paying enough attention to what’s happening around him. I tug until the cock pops free, the tip an angry pink from the thorough job my husband has been doing.

He shifts to me, his hands moving to rest on my thighs, and I praise, “Such a good boy.” My free hand moves to his face, the backs of my fingers lightly trailing over his smoothly shaven skin. He’s so fucking pretty for a man; it makes my teeth ache. “Now suck me. Get my cock wet so I can fuck your sister, mio bell’uomo,” I order, and his lips fall to the skin surrounding mylong shaft. He brushes tender kisses around and around, taking his time until, once again, my grip tightens, tugging his hair with my order, and his swollen lips find my cock.

He's thebestdick sucker I’ve ever had.

I decide this as I shove down the back of his throat, watching his irises tear up as he dutifully stares at me. He accepts every inch I give him with abandon, so trusting that I’ll only take what I need and no more. I fuck his face, relishing in his lack of gag reflex and the saliva coating his chin.

Pinning my stare on Mischa and Santino, I watch as she climbs closer to her orgasm on mio fratello’s face. “Time to share, Santy. We need to fill her with our cum,” I order, and he obliges. His grip on her thighs tightens until he’s lifting her completely, trailing her down his body. She squeaks in surprise, staring at his bulging biceps as he shifts her easily. He’s been hitting the weights a little too much for my taste when he’s around Dante and he’s beefing up. He plops her on his cock, shifting up and plunging inside her completely with one go. His hold shifts from lifting to anchoring her to the root of his shaft, and then she’s screaming through her immediate release. She squirts, spraying all over her thighs, Santino’s lower half, as well as the bed.

It'ssofucking sexy.

She and Rorik were sent to kill me, I swear, and it’ll be a sweet death at this rate. Tugging Rorik off my cock, I grab my undershirt to wipe at his chin. He’s not the only one, as Santino’s is shiny with Mischa’s pussy juices. “Perfecto, mio bell’uomo,” Icoo and wrap my hand around his throat, making him stand. I press a kiss to his forehead first so he knows I’m proud of him, then move to savor his lips.

I cut the kiss shorter than I typically would like, but I’m eager to sink my cock in Mischa’s ass, then Rorik’s. “Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to lube her up and work my way in to not hurt her too badly.” He hangs on my words, such a patient and dutiful lover. It’s like he was made just for me. It’s his wedding night as much as it’s mine, and I want him to enjoy every moment of it. “Once I’ve done so, I want you to fuck me. Hard,” I order, loving how his nostrils flare with his desire.

“Whatever you want,” he obliges, and his words are music to my ears.Exactly. He understands it’s what I want, and at the end of all of this, I want him to have the best night of his life. To remember that I’m not only a demanding lover but a generous one. I want him to never forget how I made him feel like my slave, but all the same, my fucking king.

Turning to the bed, I lean in, tracing my thumb around Mischa’s puckered hole. She’s been stuffed with the diamond plug I’d given her on day one, and it makes my chest swell with the thoughtfulness from mio fratello. He’s already worked on preparing her for me. Gathering a bit of her juices from the back of her thighs, I coat the area around the plug to make it even smoother as I tug it out. She’s sprawled over his chest, panting as she recovers from her intense orgasm, but it’s only her first. She’ll be coming all night until her body finally relents and she passes out from exhaustion. One reason why Santino and I have always been good together is we both like to fuck all night long. None of the boring stuff when it comes to us; whoever ourattention is spent on for the night ends up feeling like a goddess as we make sure they orgasm more than they ever have before.

Giving the plug a tug, I place it beside us off to the side. We’ll use it later once she’s stuffed full of cum to keep it inside her. “You’ll be so full of cum by morning, you’ll already look pregnant,” I promise, and Santino quietly chuckles underneath her.

“I’m so fucking wound up; she may look it after I come inside her the first time,” he murmurs against her throat, making her squirm. She rubs her pussy against him with her movements, telling me she’s still turned on and is ready for more.

“Naughty bambola, you keep rubbing your cunt against him like that. I’m about to fill your ass, beautiful,” I command and place my knees on the bed. Santy’s hands move to the back of her thighs, spreading them as wide as he can, making her pussy hole visible as well. The sight of her stuffed full of his thick cock is a sight to see indeed. A sweat breaks across my brow already from the anticipation of filling her, brought on prematurely from Rorik sucking me so well. That’s a word not often used in conjunction with me—prematurely. I can’t deny it, however, and as I watch the lube leak from her welcoming opening, my shaky fingers reach to smear a bit of it over my cock. I can’t help but quietly count to myself to hold my cock back from spilling far too early.

This is not my first time, and I damn sure won’t embarrass myself over a set of fantastic lips and a tight hole. Sure, they’re now legally bound to us, ours, forever, but still. I’m a seasoned lover. Pressing one finger inside her, I note the tightness. The plug has done its job, but dare I say it? I don’t think she’s hadan actual cock back here. If she did, it was a small one. A tiny dick that doesn’t count. “Sweet bambola, have you been keeping a secret?”

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