Page 22 of Snowed in with the Mafia

I’m sure I stepped off a cliff into another realm because how can all this be happening to me? I’m so shocked I can’t even speak. My mind is muddled, replaying every word exchanged at the farm. I feel numb now. Gianna had to help me into their car, reassuring me that everything would be okay. She seemed unconcerned about my well-being as far as Nico, Luca, and Vince went, and confident she would manage without my uncle, aunt, and cousin just fine. Her smile is so big, I could hardly believe it.

I remain silent throughout the journey, unsure of what to say until we arrive at our destination. A familiar room.

I spin around.

“Why are we back here?” I ask, my first words in hours. We’re at the cabin,Deflorare. How did I miss that we were coming here?

“To claim you fully as our bride. Shared between us, our cocks inside you, our cum to brand you as ours forever.”

“Why did you do that?” I cry.

“Why do you think, Alessia?” Nico replies.

“I don’t—”

“You do,” he interjects, and in an instant, I find myself in their arms, their lips on mine as they take turns kissing me.

I’m overwhelmed by something so powerful that I kiss them back, biting them and growling when they take too long to remove my clothes.

The frenzy inside me grows into a fever I can’t control. Without being asked, I kneel before them, taking their cocks in my hands and kissing them with reverence. I test their weight on my tongue, yearning to devour them whole, but I gag, and their growls undo me. My lips are swollen, my nipples hard, and wetness trickles from my center. I’m wanton, desperate for more.

I cry in frustration when Vince lifts me from the floor and lays me on the bed.

By the time Nico kneels before my spread thighs, I’m breathing heavily, my chest heaving, my nipples so hard they ache.

Nico lowers his head between my legs. I’m sure my eyes roll back in my head when his breath whispers against my pussy. His mouth opens on me, his tongue sweeping down my heated center, the intimacy searing, enveloping me in a full-body blush.

Vince and Luca take my nipples into their mouths, sucking on the aching beads at the center of my breasts, increasing the wild need within me.

I lose all control and come in Nico’s mouth. Dear God. They switch places, and then it’s Luca at my pussy. He kisses me there, open-mouthed caresses that unleash a flood of desire, leaving me embarrassed. When he parts my labia with his fingers and laps at the pool of wetness, my head lifts off the pillow.

Vince delivers a different kind of sweet torture. He slips two fingers inside me and sucks my clit until I come, not stopping until I climax again after that. I’m so wet that my essence trickles down to my butt.

I don’t question when they turn me onto my knees. I feel their teeth on my ass before they part my cheeks, their lips stroking the most forbidden part of me. I want to pull away, but they won’t let me.

“All of you, Alessia, belongs to us. Your ass. Your pussy. Mine, Nico’s, and Luca’s. That’s how we’re going to stretch you so we can share you between us.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

But my desperate need is soon thwarted when Luca pours lubricant into my bottom hole and uses his fingers to coat my insides. I’m convinced I’m going to be broken in half. I’m too small. I’m going to…

Nico adds more lube, and it’s Luca’s and Nico’s fingers inside me. I’m sobbing now, yet my pussy is a hot, wet mess. My clit cries out to be touched.

“You want to touch yourself, kitten?” Vince asks.

“Yes,” I admit, filled with shame.

“Do it.” He gives me permission, but the instant my finger brushes my clit, Vince penetrates my bottom hole with his finger. I’m bursting with fullness, my body quaking and shuddering, my clit throbbing with greedy desire.

My elbow buckles, and I drop so my cheek is flat against the bed.

“Don’t stop stroking your clit, kitten,” Vince instructs as he penetrates my pussy with the finger of his other hand. In my bottom hole, each of their fingers pump inside me at a maddening pace. All three of them touch me, connected within me. The thought drives me to the brink of unbridled savagery, yet my release only ignites a new, fierce yearning inside me.

When they stop touching me, I moan in frustration. But when I sit up on my knees and watch what they’re doing, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity washes over me.

From a glass cabinet, Luca removes what clearly resembles a phallus, the glossy wood shimmering in the light from the fire Vince had started. The base of the phallus is flared, engraved with falcons all around.

Luca removes the cushion from the throne and places the object on the intricately curved wood. My heart begins to pound.

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