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Chapter Ten
Enzo
Wanting something different is scary—taking it is an entirely different thing.
Staring down at Luna as she kneels before me, I am overcome with emotion. After our night at Club Sin, I knew she was it for me. For all three of us. The sweet little soul that will make us complete. It took one look at her to know she was it, the same way I knew when I met Mateo and Tomas.
I was not wrong about them—so I know I am right about her.
“Luna,” I husk her name, the single word echoing back at me. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Look at my sweet little girl on her knees for me, for all of us. Covered in us and still wanting more. You were made for us, you see that, don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy,” she purrs, grinning up at me like the sweet filthy angel she is.
“Good girl. Come on, as hot as you look on your knees all sticky with our cum, I want to take care of my girl. The way you should have let me take care of you that first night. You’re going to be a good girl for me, won’t you, little moon?”
“Yes, daddy. I will be a good girl,” her sweet voice hums the beautiful words I have longed to hear.
“Good girl, come now, babydoll,” I urge gently, bending to scoop her up.
Crossing the room towards the stairs, I almost laugh when we both hear Tomas’ and Mateo’s groans from down the hall. We exchange a look, her pretty eyes wide, her skin flushed. God, she’s beautiful. Beautiful and fucking mine.
“No shame here, we play a lot more outside of Club Sin. That is why you ran that night, ain’t it? Because I mentioned other women being in our room with us before you. It upset you. Made you jealous.”
It clicks the minute I see her eyes fall. I could not figure out what had set her off that night. We shared something amazing, the four of us, the best session of play we’ve ever had. But it was her first time being with anyone that way—being with anyone at all. It was a mistake to even mention anyone before her because they no longer mattered. They had never truly mattered to us, but she couldn’t know that.
“Yes. I got jealous. I was ashamed. I was not prepared to let someone tell me how to feel good, how to be their good girl, to follow their rules.”
We’ve made it up the stairs to my room as she explains this. I pause outside the door, letting her words hit me the way I deserve. We could have never known we would find someone to complete our relationship. It was why we started using Club Sin to begin with. To find willing women who wouldn’t get in the way of what we shared.
Now we want Luna to wedge herself in the middle of us.
“There were other women, yes. Handful of other men. None of them could ever come close to you, babydoll. Not even get near what we had with you that night. We will prove it to you. You trust me, Luna?”
For a heartbeat, she just stares up at me. Completely bare to me, not just her glorious body. Her eyes show everything she feels. Because she does not even try to hide it. Nodding her head once, she smiles softly, her beautiful eyes lighting up with trust, with hope.
“Yes, Enzo. I trust you, baby,” she whispers, her voice raw.
Once before my heart swelled with love for two people. The only other people in my life I have ever loved. Ever trusted withmy own heart, my own life, my very soul. That is the look she gives me, and what I hope she sees as she stares into my eyes.
“That’s my good little moon,” I rasp, barely able to force the words out over the emotion choking me. “We’re going to be so good to you. Now that we’ve found you, now that you can complete us, we’re never going to let you go. You letting Tomas bring you home to us, it sealed your fate.”
“Good,” is all she says, her cute little smile making my heart flutter.
Jesus she is the sweetest thing in the world. Letting us in my room—which I suspect will be the room she makes hers—passing the bed as I head to the en suite. Just like that night at the club, I carry her to the bath. It’s a huge sunken tub with jets and the reason I claimed this room as mine.
Setting her on her feet inside it, I get the water going. I dump some of the same bubbles I keep at Club Sin in. Stripping out of my clothes and loving the hunger in her eyes as she watches me, I join her. Taking the shower head, I spray myself down, watching how her eyes darken.
“Such a pretty little thing,” I whisper, aiming the spray at her, washing off the mess we made of her.
Luna tilts her head back, letting me get her long, dark hair, her shoulders, her soft, round tits. Flipping the nozzle around, I use it to tease her. Hitting the button, I turn the waterfall spray into a stronger stream, hitting her clit with it until she moans. Moving it lower, I let it spray inside of her, smirking as she rocks her hips against the stream.
“My greedy little girl. Always craving more, yes? Because we know how to make our girl feel good. Tell daddy how much you like it, baby.”
“Yes, daddy. It feels so good,” she whimpers like a little angel.
“That’s my good girl. On your knees, babydoll, in the water. I want to spread those thick thighs and show daddy that pretty little pussy.”
Luna kneels down slowly, never taking her eyes off me. Sitting in the warm water slowly filling the tub, she spreads her thighs wide. I aim the spray right at her pussy and she cries out. Her hips lift above the water, circling, chasing the spray. Her perfect tits bounce, slick and soapy.
