Page 161 of Their Reckless Thief
Vincenzo’s voice broke through the haze. “Are you ready for me,dolcezza?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
Then, I caught a glimpse of what he had retrieved from his office. A sword. It was the same sword he’d used to decapitate a man in front of me. My eyes widened in shock, and Luca pulled his mouth from me, the sudden cold taking me by surprise.
“Vincenzo, wh?—?”
“You know,dolcezza, when you pressed those perfect tits against me, I realized I can never get enough of you. You’re in my dreams, in my head constantly. Even when I’m inside that perfect cunt of yours, I still need you to surround me.”
He lifted the sword so I could get a better look. “I want you on all the things that surround me in my life. When men cower in my office, I want them to sense you, to smell you.”
Vincenzo crawled onto the bed with us. I’d never felt so hot, so desired, as I did right now, lying there naked with all my men surrounding me. Vincenzo dipped his free hand between my legs and swiped gently up my center, then pulled his hand back. My juices glistened in the light as Vincenzo moved forward and stuck his finger in my mouth. I moaned as I tasted myself, tasted what they did to me.
“Gods, you’re dripping for us,dolcezza. Don’t fucking move a muscle.” He pointed the blade of the sword at the wall and placed the hilt against my pussy, holding it there with the slightest amount of pressure. It was heavy, made of wood or metal, wrapped in leather, and warm from Vincenzo’s grip.
I writhed under his lustful gaze, my pussy pulsing, wanting to devour the hilt of his sword. Dorian lay next to me, watching, barely containing his own desire. Luca stood at the foot of the bed, his sizable erection straining against his black pants. I grew wetter, knowing their gazes were on me. On my cunt. “Do it,” I told Vincenzo. “Fuck me.” I bucked my hips, writhing against the sword’s hilt.
Vincenzo smirked and slowly slid it into my opening.
The bed squeaked slightly as Vincenzo positioned himself between my legs, his thumb grinding against my clit as he slowly moved it in and out of me. Luca and Dorian watched us intently, their chests heaving. Their eyes were like hands on me, possessive and hungry. Vincenzo pressed the sword deeper into my folds with each thrust. I let out a moan that sounded more like a plea as he filled me up completely, hitting a spot deep inside me that had my toes curling.
He pulled back slightly, watching as I adjusted to the foreign intruder. Then he pushed forward again, harder this time, anchoring it deeper inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being stretched so wide. It was painful and exquisite all at once. With each thrust forward, a flutter of pleasure spread through my body like wildfire. I fisted the sheets, and I arched off the bed to meet his thrusts.
Luca crawled beside me, his breath warm against my skin as he traced circles around my nipple with his tongue. Dorian ran his fingers through my hair, pulling lightly as he leaned down to kiss along my jaw and neck. Their scents surrounded me: leather and sweat from Vincenzo mingled with sandalwood from Dorianand something spicy like musk from Luca. The air was so thick with their desire for me, it was almost tangible, like a living thing in the room.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, the tight coiling of an orgasm pooling deep inside me. With one final thrust of the sword and friction of Vincenzo’s thumb rubbing over my clit, I succumbed to the pressure that couldn’t build anymore. “Fuck!” I groaned and writhed, the sword shifting with each pulse of my inner walls.
Vincenzo pulled the sword slowly out of me, bringing the handle to his nose and breathing deeply. “Good girl,dolcezza. This is exactly what I wanted.” He moved aside and set the sword on the dresser. “What doyouwant, Celeste?”
Their attention was like a physical force pressing against me. Vincenzo’s breath whispered against my neck as his arms encircled me, his grip both protective and possessive. He kissed the sensitive spot beneath my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I melted against him, caught in the pull of his presence.
Every barrier I’d constructed over the years crumbled. Each touch, each look reminded me of how deeply they cared—not just for my body, but for the fractured, imperfect pieces of my soul. They were making me whole again.
Vincenzo’s hands moved with purpose, tracing the curve of my neck and collarbone before sliding down my body. His thumb moved over my nipple, teasing it into a hardened peak as he murmured, “Dolcezza, you drive me insane.” His voice was low and rough, laced with need, and I arched into him, a soft moan escaping my lips.
Dorian gripped my waist and pressed his hard length against my back. “You’re everything, Celeste,” he whispered. His lips found the curve of my shoulder, teeth grazing over my skin.
Then there was Luca. He didn’t move from where he knelt beside me, his golden eyes fixed on me with a hunger that bordered on reverence. He touched my thigh lightly, sendingsparks racing across my skin. “You don’t know what you do to us, sweetheart.”
I shuddered under their combined touch, my breath hitching as Vincenzo’s lips trailed lower, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. I cried out, my hands threading through Dorian’s hair as his lips claimed mine in a kiss that was both tender and consuming.
Luca moved closer, his hands guiding me as he pressed his lips to my other breast, his tongue tracing lazy circles around the sensitive peak. The contrast of their touches—Vincenzo’s dark intensity, Dorian’s steady strength, and Luca’s controlled hunger—was almost too much, my body trembling as desire coiled tight in my core.
“Fuck,” I moaned, the word escaping before I could stop it.
Vincenzo pulled back, his eyes dark and hooded as he smirked. “Such a good girl. Tell us what you want,dolcezza. We’re yours.”
I looked at each of them, my chest rising and falling as my heart pounded against my ribs. My body burned for them, every nerve-ending alive with need. “I want all of you. At once.”
Dorian raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a playful smirk. “All of us, huh? You’re ambitious, love.”
Luca chuckled, his gaze smoldering as he leaned in and kissed me. “We’ll make it happen.”
They moved quickly, shedding their clothes with a speed and efficiency that made my pulse race. The sight of them—three impossibly gorgeous men, each so different but equally captivating—left me breathless.
Luca settled back onto the bed, his thick, hard cock waiting for me. He held out his hand, his eyes soft as he said, “Come here, Celeste.”
I climbed onto him, my body trembling as he held my waist and guided me onto his length. He stretched me slowly, the delicious pressure making me gasp as he filled me.
