I drewin a deep breath as I settled into the backseat of a black stretch limo in my white dress. It wasn’t a traditional wedding dress, but it was damn pretty with an A-line, beaded skirt that hit at my knees and a sweetheart neckline. Vincent said it was his idea, and he’d had to argue with Dominic to get him to buy it because Dom had wanted me in a long, body-hugging silk gown.
“You’re breathtaking,” Vincent said the moment he slid onto the leather seat across from me, his dark eyes glittering as he took me in.
The crown necklace he’d given me was around my neck, and Dominic’s diamond adorned my finger.
“I could just eat you up,” Vincent continued, his dark gaze raking up my body, sending a torrent of goosebumps through me.
His black suit looked amazing on him. I leaned forward a bit, noting the twinkle in his eye at the movement.
Before I could entice him to make good on his comment, Dominic slid in beside me and told the driver to go.
I frowned, my guts churning as I thought of the reasons Levin wasn’t with us. He was probably buried inside Celeste right now. The image did nothing to comfort me unless I could count the fact he’d at least be safe tonight.
And then there was Fallon. Dominic said Fallon was going to be the distraction. I didn’t want him hurt either. But Fallon needed to prove himself to the kings, so there wasn’t much I could do about it other than whisper a prayer he’d make it out safely and be inducted into the kings.
“Stella said Ivanov was up to something tonight but didn’t know what,” Dominic said as he ran his hand down the front of his black bespoke suit. “She said she heard him cursing De Luca’s name but that he also mentioned me. So he’s coming for one of us tonight I assume. I’m hoping it’s De Luca’s gang because tonight is not the night for us to deal with the lords’ shit.”
Vincent hadn’t taken his eyes off me. “I’m not worried.”
Dominic sighed. “I couldn’t reach Fallon. I assume whatever Ivanov is up to is keeping him away from his phone.”
“I’m sure if we’re in danger, Fallon will let us know,” Vincent continued, his gaze darting to my cleavage.
“If you want to fuck her, just ask,” Dominic snapped.
Vincent blinked and gaped at him.
“You heard me. You’re not focused because you’re too busy eye-fucking my wife. Let me help you.” Roughly, Dominic grabbed me and shifted me onto his lap, forcing my legs apart. “Fuck her if you need to. I want your head in the game tonight. Our lives depend on it. Her life depends on it,” he rasped, emotion betraying him for a second.
I glanced toward the driver, but the dark partition was already up. Dominic reached into the neckline of my dress and slipped my breasts out. He rubbed my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I gasped, heat flooding the apex of my thighs.
Vincent unfastened his belt and pants then pushed them down his thighs. He tossed his jacket aside before losing his shirt without a bit of protest or shame.
In all his glorious nakedness, he moved between my legs.
He didn’t ask me if I wanted it. Instead, he lined up with my pussy and pushed inside me, groaning as his cock filled me.
I hissed against the rough intrusion as Dominic held me flush against him. I was the meat in this sexy as hell sandwich. Dominic’s dick poked me hard in the back through his pants while Vincent slid in and out of me.
I moved to reach for Vincent, but Dominic grabbed my arms and held them tight as Vincent railed into me.
“You’re going to let him fuck you,” Dominic purred in my ear. “Don’t touch him. Let him use you, so he can focus tonight. I’m going to let him do anything he wants to you, and you’re going to take it like my good girl, capisci?”
“Y-yes, Dominic,” I gasped as my eyes rolled back.
Vincent was working magic on my already sore pussy.
“Fuck her hard,” Dominic called out softly as Vincent jostled me against Dominic’s hard body. “I want us to be her only memory of tonight if my father gets her.”
Vincent grunted, the wet sound of him thrusting hard and fast into me echoing in the car. “I want to fuck her ass.”
“I fucked it earlier,” Dominic said.
“Her ass was supposed to be mine first.” Vincent slowed, making me let out a whimper of protest.
His thumb pressed against my clit with deliciously soft movements which sent a zing of electricity through my body.
“What can I say? I’m greedy, and she’s my wife,” Dominic said without an ounce of remorse.
Vincent’s jaw muscle twitched as he clenched his teeth before he pulled out and thrust violently back into me. I cried out at the roughness of his movements.
He did it over and over until my body clenched around him, my release rushing hard and fast through me.
“I love watching you come,” Dominic murmured in my ear. “Look how fucking beautiful you are taking his big cock. Tell your Vinny you want him to fuck your ass. He’s upset that I owned it first. Make him happy by sharing it with him.”
I swallowed as my euphoria faded, knowing this was going to hurt. “Vinny, please… fuck my ass.”
He pulled out of me immediately and pressed his cock to my tight hole, his dark gaze locking on mine. Dominic shifted, leaning me back and easing my legs over his thighs, opening me wider for what was about to happen. He laced my fingers with his, anchoring me to him.
“Vincent,” he said softly, tearing Vincent’s attention away from me.
Vincent looked to him.
“It’s OK. Let go,” Dominic whispered. “She can take it, and you want it.”
Vincent’s eyes darkened as he looked back to me, a monster emerging I’d never seen in him. My heart thudded hard as he thrust forward into me. I cried out at the painful intrusion, struggling to shift away from him, but Dominic held fast as Vincent stroked in and out of my ass.