Page 124 of Loving Lucia

“G-good,” I say between gasps. “Good boy. There, right there.”

My praise has Saint shuddering and freezing up. “You can’t—if you say things like that, I won’t last.”

Victor huffs a short laugh. “Sounds like all the more reason to say it. Go on, Santino. Be a good boy for Lucia.”

Saint tenses, then his thrusts become frenetic as he pounds into me. The piercing keeps rubbing just the right spot, but I can’t seem to go over the edge. I whimper as his cum joins Angelo’s, wanting just a little more friction to make me come. He stays put, breathing heavily as he gazes down at me.

Finally, he pulls out. Cum drips out of my cunt, and I feel sodirty—but in a good way. Pavone wanted me to be pure and good for him, but look at me now. Three men at once, and it feels amazing.

Victor kisses the side of my neck. “Turn a little, love, so I can get inside you.”

It’s all I can do to move, and I whimper when I do. I was so close to a second climax, and all I want is to come.

He shifts behind me, adjusting our positions until the tip of his cock is at my sloppy cunt and he’s pushing inside. I gasp when he enters me, squirming, and he reaches around to toy with my clit. My hips jerk, and I do my best to spread my legs so he can finger me while he fucks me.

“Here, let me help,” Angelo says, grabbing my thigh and lifting my leg up. He runs his knuckles along my spread-wide hole, brushing against Victor’s cock too. I feel myself heating up even more.

Saint, not wanting to be left out either, reaches out to play with my breasts. His eyes are lidded with exhaustion, but when he catches my gaze, he smiles at me. “Hey, kitten. We got you.”

My stomach flutters, the gentle words reaching somewhere deep inside of me. If they’d given methisall along, I never would’ve run. It feels amazing, and I’ve never felt this deeply satisfied—especially when I’m on the verge of coming, with Angelo’s fingers deftly stroking my clit.

It doesn’t take me long, and I’m coming without warning, letting out a strangled gasp as my entire body jerks with the force of my climax. I tighten around Victor’s cock, and he groans in appreciation. He doesn’t take long to come, to fill me yet again, and he nips my neck as tremors run through him.

Angelo slowly lowers my leg, although Victor doesn’t pull out—in fact, he wraps his arms around me and seems determined to keep me in place, despite his cock already beginning to soften.

We’re all breathing heavily, and for a while that’s the only thing I can hear. That, and the pounding of my heart, so conspicuously loud that I’d almost expect them to call me out on it.

Victor kisses the back of my neck softly while Angelo goes to lie down on the other side of Saint. He places an arm over Saint’s waist, and I’m surprised that Saint doesn’t throw him off. I guess we’re all too caught up in the afterglow.

We’re also all exhausted. It suddenly hits me just how much I’ve gone through today. A wedding, and a murder. The end of my life, or the beginning of it.

None of us says a word, and I start to drift. Part of me mourns the sensation of Victor’s cock slipping out of me, but I don’t have the energy to protest.

This warmth is nice. I want this forever.

But with the three of them, I know I won’t get what I want.

My eyes flutter open again. Angelo and Saint are asleep, but Victor is gently stroking my thigh. I carefully roll over so I can face him. His expression is the same bland look as ever, and my chest tightens in disappointment.

“What now?” I whisper, not wanting to wake the other two.

Victor brushes the back of his fingers across my cheek. “Did you ever figure out the answer to your question?”

His words surprise me, and for a moment, I’m silent. I slowly nod. “Because you knew me leaving would lead to Pavone’s demise,” I say, which is the only logical answer I’ve been able to come up with.

He snorts in amusement. “If only I were that psychic. Alas, I can read people fairly well, but notthatwell. There were far too many moving parts. And give yourself a bit of credit, love. You aren’t that predictable.”

I can’t help but smile at that, brittle as it is, and I turn to the next explanation. I mull it over in my mind, not wanting to humiliate myself by hazarding the only other guess that makes sense. I say it quietly, as though that’ll stop this from coming out too arrogant, as though it’ll make it seem more plausible. “You love me,” I finally say. “That’s what you’ve been trying to tell me the whole time.”

And Victor smiles at me, a real, soft smile that makes my heart crack.

“I knew you’d figure it out eventually. Although I’ve really been giving you a lot of hints,love.” He kisses my forehead briefly and pulls away, still smiling.

I shake my head, not returning his smile. “It doesn’t make any sense. You’re incapable of feeling love for anyone but yourself. Maybe Saint, but never me. You tried tobreakme.”

His expression doesn’t waver. “I did everything in my power to make youmine. You’re beautiful, yes, but there are plenty of beautiful women. None of them are as strong and devious as you, though. When you first managed to trick Angelo and Santino, I knew you could be amazing.” Here he closes his eyes. “I suppose I owe you an apology.”

“Yes,” I hiss. I’m trying desperately not to be moved by his confession, although his few words are affecting me more than any erotic touch. “More than just an apology.”

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