Page 47 of High Stakes

“We’ve seen plenty of blood, princess. More than you can imagine. Blood does not repulse me,” he tells me.

Leone’s lips trail down my shoulder, sending a shiver through me that I can’t suppress. The heat of the water is nothing compared to the searing intensity of his touch. His hands, rough and calloused, skim down my sides, making my skin erupt in goosebumps despite the steam filling the bathroom.

I’m trapped between them—Leone’s solid form pressing against my back and Milo standing in front of me, his dark eyes filled with something I can’t quite name. I should be terrified, disgusted even, but instead, a confusing mix of anticipation tightens my chest.

Milo’s fingers trace the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.

I swallow hard, unable to find my voice. I want to protest, to push them away, but the words die in my throat as Leone’s lips brush against the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. My body betrays me, arching into his touch even as I try to resist the magnetic pull that both of them seem to have on me.

Leone’s hand slides lower, grazing over my hip and moving dangerously low. “You can’t lie to us, Fallon,” he whispers against my ear, his voice a dark caress. “We know your body better than you do.”

Milo’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip as he watches my every reaction. “And right now,” he says, his voice low and rough, “your body is telling us exactly what you want.”

“No,” I manage to choke out, even as my body shudders in response to their touch. “I—I don’t want this.”

But the denial sounds weak, even to my own ears. Milo’s lips curl into a knowing smile, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against my face. “Then why are you pressing back into Leone?” he asks, his voice a seductive purr. “Why is your heart racing like you can’t decide whether to run or stay?”

Leone’s hand moves to my inner thigh, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there. I gasp, instinctively pressing my legs together, but he doesn’t relent.

“You should be disgusted,” I whisper, my voice shaking slightly, though not from fear. “I’m… on my period.”

Leone quietly chuckles, the sound dark and amused as he continues to tease the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. “You think that bothers us?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “It doesn’t.”

Milo’s fingers slide down to my waist, gripping me firmly as he pulls me closer to him. “Blood doesn’t bother us, Fallon. We’ve seen plenty of it,” he says, his voice carrying that same dark, alluring edge that Leone’s does.

A rush of heat floods my cheeks, but it’s not from embarrassment. It’s the way they speak, the way their touches burn into me, making my body respond in ways I can’t control. I should be repelled, but instead, I feel something entirely different—a dark, twisted desire that I’ve been trying to ignore.

Leone’s fingers slide between my thighs, and I gasp, my body jolting at the sensation. I try to close my legs, but his hand slips between them easily, keeping them apart. “You’re ours, amore mio,” he growls, his voice filled with a dangerous promise. “And you’re going to learn to love it.”

Milo’s hand slides down to my breast, his fingers teasing the sensitive peak as he watches my face closely. “Tell us what you want,” he murmurs, his voice dark and commanding.

I’m caught in the middle of them, my mind spinning as their touches send waves of desire through me. I should be pushing them away, should be fighting this, but instead, I find myself leaning into their touch, my body craving the heat they offer.

“I… I don’t know what I want,” I whisper, my voice trembling with the weight of the admission. But even as I say it, I know it’s not entirely true. There’s a part of me that does want this—a partof me that craves the way they make me feel, even if I hate myself for it.

Leone’s lips curve into a satisfied smile as he turns my face up so I can see him over my shoulder. He captures my lips in a bruising kiss as Milo’s hands grip my thighs and hoist me up. I shriek, my lips pulling from Leone’s as I move to wrap arms around Milo to stop from falling. Milo laughs, pressing me against Leone.

“I won’t drop you,” he laughs. My legs lock around his waist when Leone’s hand slips to my throat from behind me.

“Now you are right where we want you,” Leone all but growls, capturing my lips with his own. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming it as Milo’s hands roam over my thighs, drifting up and down my skin. Milo enters me in a slow, teasing thrust. Heat flares in my belly, a molten desire that makes me whimper into Leone’s kiss.

His hand continues to tighten on my throat as he returns his attention to my lips, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before he releases it with a groan. The thrill of fear mixes with pleasure, the two sensations blending together until I can no longer distinguish between them.

Milo pulls back slowly until only the tip of him remains inside me, and then he thrusts back in with enough force to make me see stars. My body convulses, arching against the men who hold me between them. Leone’s hand, a steady vice around my throat, continues to tease an illusion of danger that has me shivering, while his other hand trails a slow and deliberate path down to my breasts, kneading them with a possessive touch that sends bolts of electric pleasure down to where Milo is filling me up, over and over again.

Leone leans in again, his teeth grazing along the shell of my ear, his hot breath ghosting against my skin. “You like that, don’tyou?” he murmurs, the words vibrating against my earlobe. His voice is dark and deep, dripping with raw desire.

“Yes,” I manage to gasp out, clutching at Milo as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. “Yes.”

Milo chuckles, his breath fanning across the nape of my neck as he tightens his grip on my hips while Leone’s fingers press circles against my clit. Lightning sparks beneath my skin at the dual sensation, and I gasp into Leone’s mouth. I’m sent spiraling into a high of pleasure, the kind that blurs the line between sanity and ecstasy.

Leone shifts minutely. His grip on my throat lessens, but his presence does not wane - it grows more potent. I feel him pressing against me, teasing at my back entrance. An unexpected gasp escapes from between my lips as Leone finally breaches the tight muscles of my ass. The sensation is, initially, overwhelming - a fullness that is both unsettling and intensely arousing. Milo slows his pace, giving me time to adjust. Leone’s grip on my throat tightens, and I suddenly can’t think of the pain when I can’t breathe.

The edges of my vision blur as the dual sensations vie for dominance within me – Leone’s slow invasion contrasting sharply with Milo’s tantalizing rhythm. My world narrows to the three of us: intertwined bodies pulsating in time with our ragged breaths and muffled moans until everything else ceases to exist.

I surrender myself to this delirium, my nails digging into Milo’s shoulder as my head spins at the lack of oxygen, and Leone’s grip lessens, allowing me air only to swiftly cut it off again, and gone is Leone’s gentleness as he pulls out and shoves back in, but I am so high from lack of oxygen and the sensation of his fingers between my legs I don’t notice.

As my body adjusts and my senses heighten, it’s all a sensory overload. I’m drowning in pleasure, sinking deeper into the abyss with each thrust from Milo and Leone. A whimper catchesin my throat as Leone’s hand continues to play between my legs, matching the rhythm of their relentless pounding.

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