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After taking my virginity, they did everything they promised, and now it’s been three whole days since then. The initial soreness has morphed into an intense ache, a longing for them to do it again. Over and over. And they did.

I still have no game plan for this bride thing, and knots form in my stomach. I can’t get pregnant until I have a solution. I might not be a romantic, but even I would have liked for the person—or in this case, persons—to at least like me more than they would a possession they saw, wanted, and took. I never realized it before, but I think I want love… to be loved. But I know I won’t get that from them.

I haven’t taken the pill for the last few days, but it’s not my time to ovulate, so maybe I have a window. And then what?

Before I start tripping over myself in panic about my marriage, I breathe and remind myself to focus on one dilemma at a time. First Gianna and the farm, then everything else.

Are they going to pay my uncle the fifty million dollars for me? Will my uncle take the money, put the title deed back in our hands, and leave? No. They’re not going to pay an extortionist. They’re not that type of men. Besides, my uncle had to be named my guardian by the elders of the Passero for him to receive the money. He is not. This whole thing was a scam; it’s a wonder my uncle thought he would get away with it. I do trust their word when they say they’ll help me get my farm back. So in that regard, it’ll be a win for me.

While trapped in the cabin with them, they did nothing but explore my body, keeping me naked all day and night, making me climax what feels like endless amounts of times. They’d feed me the most incredible food, all cooked by Luca himself. They bathed me after filling my body with their essence. They treated me like a precious… possession.

I played chess with Luca, but he let me win every time. He’d demolish me in two moves otherwise. Afterward, he’d take his king, the glass chess piece cold against me, and tease my clit with it before sliding it into me and capturing my clit in his mouth. The instant I started to come, he’d drive his heavy cock into me, perfectly timed so we came together.

I played poker with Vince, and he would let me know where he was going to fuck me when I lost. He’d taken me against the wall, on the kitchen island, and bent over a chair.

Nico, for all his grumpiness, relented when I begged him to teach me to read classical Latin. But in the middle of a lesson, he’d draw me onto his lap, slip his cock into my wetness, and continue teaching me.

Vince sometimes holds himself back from me. When he empties himself inside me, he’ll look into my eyes for an intense moment, then pull away immediately and find something to tease me about.

When I’m sitting on Nico’s lap, his cock inside me, I hardly concentrate. When I gasp or move, he’ll wrap his arms around me and bury his shaft so deeply inside me that only my whimpers can be heard echoing around the room as he empties himself. He doesn’t look at me. He prefers to take me this way.

But Luca… He looks into my eyes deeply as he ravishes my body, all the while calling me our siren.La nostra sirena, and I don’t know what he means by that.

They take turns holding me at night, with two of them on the bed while one dozes on the huge, extra-comfortable sofa.

It’s scary to think I could get lost in this oblivion. Forever.

But reality crashes down on me quickly enough that I don’t have the luxury to lie around, being ravished by three men who are still relative strangers to me while also being my husbands. It’s the fourth day today. The storm has abated. They’ve taken my virginity in countless ways, and now I have things to take care of.

I slip out of the bed as quietly as I can so I don’t wake Luca and Vince, who slept on either side of me. I snag a cashmere throw to cover my nakedness and tiptoe past Nico on the sofa.

Once back in the bedroom upstairs, after collecting my suitcase and coat, which I’d left in the foyer, I take a shower. I’m mesmerized by how their cologne still clings to my body. Considering I’ve done nothing but have my virginity taken, bathed, massaged, fed, and had my body wrapped around them nearly all day and night, it’s no wonder their scent is saturated into my skin.

I rummage through the clothes Aunt Martina sent with me and settle on a forest green long-sleeve dress that reaches my ankles. Luckily, the dress fits despite my bigger boobs and butt compared to my sister.

Carrying my coat and suitcase, I make my way back to the ceremony room.

They’re awake now.

“Please, can we go back to the farm now?”

Chapter Seventeen

Alessia

They keep their word, and soon a helicopter arrives to take us back to civilization. If I thought coming here to them was daunting, leavingwiththem is infinitely more so.

I can’t get a grip on my emotions or my body. As I sit throughout the journey in a dress that doesn’t belong to me, they wear their designer black suits, money dripping off them, their watches worth tens of millions of dollars, their cologne so rich I swear it was custom-made for them.

But more than their attire and their ungodly good looks, what captivates me is their enigmatic mysteriousness. They’re sophisticated and stealthy, their prowess unmatched. They exude confidence, at ease as their gazes sweep over me continuously, yet there’s an unprecedented power—not from money, but from sheer intelligence and strength. And danger.

I swallow hard. I would rather have them on my side than be their enemy. I did the right thing. If my uncle thought he had them where he wanted them, he has no idea what he’s asked for.

We could really, truly get the farm back. Excitement thrills through me. I don’t want to think about my marriage right now or my future living arrangements. Like I said, one thing at a time. Still, cruel hands squeeze my heart at the thought of never seeing them again. I don’t know why that is, but it makes me want to cry.

Maybe it’s because, no matter what this is, it will be a loveless marriage. They’ve made it clear I’m their possession, nothing more. What am I thinking? I scold myself. That arrangement works out well for me. They might decide to leave me at the farm after all, after having their fill of me and deciding I wasn’t worth it. I don’t even want to think about whether I’m pregnant or not.

My phone buzzes when we’re about thirty minutes from the farm. Nico is driving, Luca is in the front passenger seat, and Vince sits next to me in the back.

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