Page 238 of Bitter Poetry
Maybe she’s not happy about this development?
Or worried?
That seems more likely.
I take out my cell phone and pull up the tracking app. “She’s in the bedroom.”
“Well, that’s convenient,” Christian says. “How do you want to play this?”
He’s still grinning. But of course he is.
“She might be worried about it: about telling us. It could be any number of things. When she starts to worry, bad things happen. Time to get back to the basics.”
He stretches out a phantom crick in his neck. “Tag-teaming it is.”
CHRISTIAN
She’s pacing before the window, looking pissed as hell, when we enter the bedroom.
“Get out!”
Dante ignores her, takes off his jacket, and loosens his tie.
I follow his lead.
Her nostrils flare, and her eyes dart from us to the door. “What are you doing?!”
“Getting undressed,” I say, just in case she’s confused. I kick off my shoes and shove my pants and underpants down my legs.I’m hard. Knowing we bred her will do that for me. “Then we’re going to fuck you.”
She bolts for the bathroom, but I snag her around the waist before she can shut the door. On the side is a pregnancy test and the pill packet. The back has been pulled off.
That complicates things… and explains what she’s mad about.
“Get off of me, asshole!”
I jerk my head toward the open bathroom door and mouth,“She knows we switched her pills.”
Dante follows my line of sight and shrugs before pointing at the bed.
CARMELA
I’m on the bed, sandwiched between them, facing Dante with Christian behind me, naked. They were efficient about it.
Their scent is all over me. I want to be mad at them, and I am, but deep inside, there’s a sense of inevitability to this, to them, and to us.
My body is a traitor. I’m wet. Being between them has a predictable effect on me.
“Is there anything you want to tell us, Carmela?” Dante asks, cupping my face.
Christian nips at the crook of my shoulder and throat just as his fingers push into me from behind. I suck in a sharp breath and buck, but they are holding me tight, and all my struggle does is remind me that I’m trapped and how good it feels to be between them.
Christian chuckles and replaces his fingers with his cock. As he penetrates me, I’m staring into Dante’s eyes.
I fight not to react, but it feels unbearably good. “Nothing I can think of right now.”
“I didn’t know pussies doubled as a lie detector, but she just crushed the hell out of my dick,” Christian says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Go ahead and tell us, Carmela,” Dante says.
