Page 27 of DeLucas After Dark

“You know what happens when you hide things from us, principessa.”

“I wasn’t hiding, I swear.” I gasp as Tácito hits a sensitive nerve. “I thought to thank you after everything was said and done.”

“Hmm.”

“Valentino…” his name comes out on a tortured moan, while I writhe beneath my husbands.

“Yes, principessa?”

“I need you to touch me. Pleeeaase…”

Valentino releases my hands.For endless seconds, only Tácito’s mouth is on me, driving me wild. For a moment, Tácito seems distracted before his hair tickles my thighs, denoting a nod, and resumes with his former gusto.

“For distracting us, you’ll pay the price,” Valentino says. He pushes my dress up and over my head, leaving me in my socks. He releases an appreciative sigh. “Unwrapping you is always a revelation.” He skims his hand over my pregnant belly and the scars from my former life as an assassin. His touch is a reverent caress, reminding me that he loves everything about me. He journeys onward until he reaches my swollen breasts.

With a flick of his finger on my nipple, my body seizes. There are too many sensations bombarding me, all delicious, all overwhelming. Then Valentino closes his mouth around my other nipple and I try to pull away.

“No, principessa, this is your punishment. Take it,” he says while continuing to torture me.

The beginning signs of an orgasm creep up from my toes, causing my thighs to tremble. On the point of coming, Valentino and Tácito release me. A frustrated scream escapes from me and I remove the blindfold to glare at my husbands.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Sloane.” Tácito shakes his head as if he is the sexually frustrated one.

“You two need to stop toying with me. Now either fuck me or give me my surprise because I swear you won’t like what I do if you keep playing with me.”

The men glance at each other. “The gelato is probably completely melted by now,” Tácito says.

“And the Sgagliozze’s lost its crunch by now.”

“Should we tell her, anyway?”

“You two—”

“We’re taking you to Italy for Christmas,” they speak as one.

“But we have the tree lighting and the orphanage and the shelters. Then there’s the—”

Valentino presses a finger to my lips. “Our staff will make the necessary arrangements.”

“And the food was supposed to clue me in?”

“They’re all foods eaten in Bari during winter,” Tácito replies, to which I roll my eyes.

“We eat Italian all the time. This wasn’t your best attempt, my guy.” I smile to take the sting out of my criticism. How can I not when excitement begins to build inside me for our upcoming trip. But…everything seems too sudden. “There’s a catch, isn’t there?” I glance from one man to the other. “This trip isn’t for me, is it?”

“It can’t happen without you,” Valentino says.

“I hear a caveat. Tácito?” I bore my gaze into his, knowing with the right kind of pressure, he’ll fold and tell me everything.

“There’s no need to manipulate Tácito. Sansone requested that I stand in for him at a meeting. Because it takes place over Christmas, the only way I would agree is if we all went.”

“Okay, I guess you guys still deserve a thank you.”

“Principessa, we were going to get one regardless.”

I eye Valentino in his button-down shirt and dress pants with an arched brow. “Not the way you’re dressed, you’re not.” Then I face Tácito and bring my finger to my clit. “And after the way you left me hanging—”

“He will make amends now. Tácito?” The commanding tone in Valentino’s voice is the one he uses to direct our bed play, breathing new life to my banked arousal.

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