Page 125 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

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SOFIA

I awoketo glorious pressure building in my core, hot hands pressing my legs apart, blond hair bobbing up and down between my thighs as Nick explored my pussy with his tongue. Groaning, I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he tasted every inch of me, licking, nipping, sucking, as if he were memorizing the shape of me in case I ever left again.

My soft whine of pleasure woke Dante, who promptly took my breast into his mouth, biting down until I cried out, then laving the pain away with his tongue. His fingers crept down my torso, leaving a fiery trail in their wake as he traced over the letters carved into my flesh.

The bathroom door opened, billowing steam out into the bedroom. “Don’t you have your own shower?” Dante asked Lorenzo, his lips moving against my skin.

“I like hers,” Lorenzo answered. “Weren’t we taking her out to breakfast to celebrate?”

“Spoilsport,” Nick murmured against the insides of my thighs before sliding one finger into me, then two, crooking them to scratch up against that sensitive spot thatdrove me wild. “Lorenzo’s in a hurry, baby. Can you come for us?”

“What?” I gasped, barely able to think, much less focus on hurrying my climax up. I couldn’t concentrate on anything he was saying as he drove me higher and higher, desperate with need.

“Come for me, baby,” Nick coaxed me, increasing the force of his fingers as he fucked me roughly. He flicked my clit with his tongue, then roughly sucked on it, drawing a soft scream out of me as I climaxed, my legs seizing around him as I rode his face through the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” he said, wiping his face on the inside of my thigh before rising up beside me for a deep kiss. The salty tart taste of myself on his lips drove me wild as our tongues danced and slid against one another.

“C’mon sunshine, time to get up,” Lorenzo said, dragging me out of Nick and Dante’s arms. “Go shower,” he said, smacking me on the ass as I skedaddled toward the bathroom.

I giggled,giggled, as I stepped into the giant bathroom. When Nick tried to follow me in, I shut the door in his face, locking it. God, I loved these men, and it felt so good to be back in their arms, but I needed a moment to collect myself. Was this what I really wanted?

Yes.

I wanted these men. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with them. And I would do it even if Dante hadn’t handed me the reins to his entire empire as if none of it fucking mattered, as if the only thing he fucking cared about was my happiness.

I peeked inside the walk-in closet. It wasn’t entirely stocked. I suspected most of my clothes were at my parents’, but someone had left an elegant dress hanging on one of theracks, a bra on a shelf, and navy kitten heels on the floor below.

I dressed quickly, noting with amusement that there were no panties in the stack of clothes. The silk wrap slid over my skin like water. I tied it carefully, chuckling at the deep vee that revealed the swells of my breasts, and the full skirt that covered my knees, but would allow wandering hands to inch their way up my thighs.

The weight of my collar against my skin settled me, as if it were my men’s fingers, reassuring, possessive—theirs. Theirs to command, theirs to love. And they were mine, mine to love, mine to use as chess pieces if I needed to, and mine to command—outside of the bedroom.

Dante stood over the counter in the kitchen drinking coffee, as enigmatic as ever. Nico handed me my coffee, black, and I sat down on one of the stools.

Dante wandered to my side, and his rough fingers wandered up and down my leg. I parted my thighs, letting them fall open, with only the silk of my dress preventing me from baring myself entirely to him. “Look at how eager you are to be a slut for us,” he said, his lips tilting up into a slight smile as he dipped his fingers down my knee, brushing against my bare skin.

“Good morning,” I murmured, as heat flowed through my veins.

“Sofia,” Nick began. “What’s your safeword?”

“Strawberry,” I answered, twining my fingers with Dante’s, seeking the comfort of his touch.

“No, kitten, hands behind your head,” Dante corrected. The position arched my back, lifting my breasts. Dante slid an arm around my back, reaching up under my arm to tease his fingers over the curve of my breast while the other hand settled on my knee.

“That’s our good girl,” Nick said appreciatively. “We need to talk.”

“Afterward,” Dante growled, his fingers drifting downward over my chest.

“Now,” Nick said, his voice firm. Dante rolled his eyes but didn’t interrupt again. “Baby, we have a proposition for you.”

Dante skimmed his fingers over my breast, circling my nipple, the fiery heat of his caress soaking into my skin through the silk.

“I’m listening,” I said, the sound of my voice more of a moan than I wanted.

“I need to go back to Italy for a while,” Dante said, cupping my breast with his hand, as if he were weighing it.

My heart froze, then plunged to my feet. No, he wouldn’t have done all of this, put a ring on my finger, just to desert me.

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