Lust and need and love and frustration swirled together in my gut, coalescing into certainty. I wantedher. I wantedhim. I wantedthis.

“I want to,” I murmured against her skin, nibbling on the sensitive underside of the breast. “I don’t know what this looks like tomorrow, but right now, here, with the two of you, this is exactly where I want to be.”

Sofia’s sweet smile undid me—I wanted her to look at me with that delighted wonder all the time. And when Nick smiled as broadly, I fucking melted. My entire goddamned life, I’d always been second fiddle to Luca, nothing but Tony’s hired help—good enough to be his second-in-command, but not good enough to date his daughter. But these two wanted me—exactly as I was.

Nick dragged his fingers from her mouth to her center. And when he slapped her pussy, she jolted.

“Yes, you delightfully responsive creature, just like that,” he whispered, lifting himself up to kiss her on the nose. “More?”

She nodded frantically, and he slapped her again.

Moving away from her body, I watched him contemplativelyas he smacked her. Curiously, I slapped her breast, not with the full force of my arm, just enough to sting a little bit.

Her throaty moan encouraged me. “God, Lorenzo, yes,” she whined.

Nick slapped her other breast much harder than I had, and I stopped, enchanted by her reddening skin. I slapped her again, with more force this time, and she yelped.

“Fuck, love, I’m so sorry,” I gasped, snatching my hand back to Nick’s delighted laughter.

“Did she use her safeword?” he asked, grinning widely.

“No,” I muttered, flushing slightly.

He smacked her breast again, drawing another yelp out of her, and a twitch of her hips. Fuck, she really did like it. And he enjoyed inflicting pain. Dante did too. Was I ready for that? Ready to watch other men get off on hurting her? Ready to watch her getting off on being hurt?

“Please,” she whined, chasing my worries out of my head. I’d have to face them eventually, but not while she was naked in front of me, asking me for more.

“Are you begging for our cocks yet, baby?” he asked her, pushing her hair out of her face and smiling sweetly down at her.

Her answering smile was wicked. “Not yet. I guess you need to tease me some more.”

This woman would be the death of me.

Nick and I worked her over, carefully, methodically, stopping for hot kisses—her and each other—until she did indeed beg for our cocks, mewling so prettily as she asked us to fuck her.

“Please,” she begged as Nick sucked on her clit, his arms wrapped around her thighs to keep her from moving as he explored her pussy with his tongue and his teeth.

Expertly, he brought her to the brink again and again asI teased her breasts and kissed her until she begged breathlessly for more.

“Please, I need you both,” she finally whimpered as he plunged his fingers in and out.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked, his green eyes serious as he met my gaze.

“Shouldn’t she get to choose?” I asked, furrowing my brow, not sure how this was going to work.

Nick rocked back on his heels, taking my question seriously, his eyes flicking down to Sofia as if he were perfectly aware she was also hanging on every word.

“She doesn’t want to. Sofia has to be so fucking strong every day outside of the bedroom, especially since—” he broke off and leaned down to stroke her hair out of her face. “Especially since she came back to us. She doesn’t have to be strong for me, not ever, not if she doesn’t want to, and that includes not having to think about what she wants in bed.”

“IthinkI want your cocks,” she interrupted. “Now, please,” she gasped, her voice rising as Nick thumbed her clit. “Please.”

I unhooked her hands from the headboard, rubbing her wrists when Nick told me to, thinking about what he said.

“Untie her feet,” I commanded.

Nick raised an eyebrow.

“Please,” I finished, acknowledging his dominance with a wry grin, hopeful we could explore that dynamic when we weren’t losing our minds with stress trying to protect our woman and her daughter.