Page 43 of Sweet Misery

“Ask me what you want to ask me, kitten.”

I licked my lips. “Do you guys… have sex? With each other?”

“Are you asking me if I fuck my twin?”

I nodded. “Um, yes.”

He let out a soft laugh again, his fingers moving to my clit and gently rubbing it.

“If I told you yes, would you want to watch?”

“I-I would.”

“Such a dirty fucking girl.” He slipped his fingers back into my pussy, hooking them against that place that drove me mad and fucked me quickly. The way he could get me off so fast left my head spinning. I came with a cry, my back arching off the bed as I soaked his hand and bed again.

Panting, I laid in the mess I’d made, my body tingling from the aftershocks. He withdrew his fingers and trailed them along my bottom lip, leaving the dampness behind. I watched as he sucked them into his mouth and cleaned them off, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“If you’re a good girl, I’m sure Roe and I can reward you with a little show. Would you like that kitten? To watch us suck and fuck one another? When we’re done, you can lick us clean of our sins.”

“Yes,” I whimpered out.

He let out a dark laugh. “Then keep us happy and you’ll be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.”

“And if I mess up?”

“Don’t,” he warned, a slight tremble to his voice. “Just don’t.”

I didn’t pursue it because based on what I’d already experienced, it wouldn’t end well for me, even if they were starting to develop some sort of caring for me.

“Do you love our brother?” he asked after a moment.

“Sever?” I licked my lips at his name.

“Yes. You saw him that night. He’s struggling.”

“He scared me,” I answered, my voice soft. He had. I hadn’t said a word about it. I’d simply accepted the twins were going to keep him away and had gone back to sleep, my heart pounding.

“He has that effect on people. You have to meet him head-on,” he said.

“I don’t want to.”

“If you’re here, you have to learn to manage the situation with him. He’s not going anywhere, and you belong to him just as much as you belong to me, Roe, and Massimo.”

I closed my eyes at his words.

“I want to go home,” I whispered, a tear squeezing out of the corner of my eye.

Renzo shifted forward and licked my tears as they trickled down my cheek.

“You will never go home.”

More tears fell at his words.

“Even if you could, I wouldn’t allow you. I’m… attached to you now. It happened so quickly that I don’t think I’ll be able to handle the withdrawal. So if you leave us, I will hunt you down like a wild animal and drag you back to us. I never let go of what belongs to me.”

His words cut me deep, making me shake.

“Don’t cry, kitten,” he murmured. “Aren’t you happy?”

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