Page 92 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

No, this wasn’t enough. This wasn’t going to obliterate me like I needed. I took Dante’s hands and moved them into my hair.

“Are you sure, baby?” Nick asked. In response, I thrust my hips back at him, eliciting a delighted laugh.

Two sharp slaps on my ass brought me back to reality, then sent me soaring as the two men pushed and pulled me between them, taking away my ability to move independently, to think, as they took their pleasure from me.

“Do you want me to bruise your throat, kitten?” Dante asked, amusement coloring his tone as he thrust into my mouth.

“Sofia, tap his thigh three times if you need to use your safeword,” Nick said as he snapped his hips forward, forcing me to take Dante deeper.

I wouldn’t. I wanted this. I needed this.

Moments later, bliss spiraled through me as a brutal climax exploded from my core. The euphoria left me shaking and crying on the bed as the two men extended my pleasure, working my body through the aftershocks, then continuing to use me like the fucktoy Dante called me.

“You’re so tight around me, baby,” Nick said. “So fucking perfect. I’m so proud of you, taking the two of us like this, asking for what you fucking needed.”

Dante didn’t say anything, just stared down at me as he pounded in and out of the back of my throat, not caring that he was cutting off my air, pulling my hair to position my mouth perfectly to take him.

“Sofia!” he shouted as he came, shuddering as he painted my throat with hot ropes of cum.

Nick came a moment later, spending himself on my back, spreading his release over my skin.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he said, running a finger through it as we gasped for air.

Dante dragged me up and off him as he softened in my mouth, holding me with his corded arms as I knelt between his thighs, heedless of the mess Nick had made on my back.

He searched my eyes, then brushed his lips over mine without saying anything.

“Rules,” I said to break the silence before he could utter a cruel remark that would have me regretting that I needed him this morning. “You promised rules.”

Dante’s smile was rueful. “Nico promised rules. I promise to punish you whenever the fuck I feel like it.”

Then he kissed the top of my head and maneuvered me off the bed. “Shower, pet.”

By the time I emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to dash home, say hello to Lizzie, and change before school, the sun was rising, and the scent of coffee drew me to the other room.

Coffee, pastries, fruit, and a veritable cornucopia of breakfast foods were laid out on the counter.

“Morning, babe,” Nick said, hugging me from the side as he handed me a sweetened coffee disaster.

“Morning,” I said cautiously as Dante approached me from the other side.

“Good morning, slut,” Dante said, the gentleness in his tone sending waves of warmth cascading through me.

I sat at the table, waiting for them to speak. When they didn’t sit or say anything, I whispered, “Rules, please.”

Dante grunted and slammed his body into a chair, ire written all over his face. “My rules are the same as they ever were, slut. Do what I want, when I want, how I want.”

Nick rolled his eyes as he took his seat, spinning the chair around so he could sit in it backward. “Don’t be such a Neanderthal. Sofia, have you given any thought to soft and hard limits?”

Have I thought about what I didn’t want Dante to do to me? I scoffed, wondering if he was confused about the nature of my agreement with the cruel man. What was Nick asking me for?

“Things you aren’t willing to do at all or are only willing to do if we check in with you first and make sure it’s okay,” Nick said softly. The pity on his face almost broke me.

I squared my shoulders. I was Sofia fucking Russo, and even if this deal with Dante was utter shit, I didn’t need anyone’s pity. “The terms of my deal with Dante don’t allow that,” I said flatly, sipping my coffee. I wondered which of them had figured out my cavity inducing order.

“The terms of your deal are going to change,” Nick said, spinning his chair around so he could lean over the table and take my hand.

A storm raged in Dante’s eyes, and tension filled the air like a thick miasma as he clenched his jaw, but he didn’t contradict Nick.

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