Angelo scraped his teeth across my neck, fucking me like an animal. “Come for me, you dirty little slut.”
“Is that what you want, Angelo?” I met each of his thrusts, moaning. “Huh? You like when I act like a slut? Did you like seeing me with your brother?”
He licked my cheek. “Yeah, baby. Squeeze my cock like a good girl.”
After I came again, he hooked his arm around me and pulled me onto the floor on the area rug. “We need more room for what I want to do to you.” He reached in front of us and grabbed his silk tie. “Remember the second room I showed you at The Monella Club?”
“The bondage room?” I glanced at him over my shoulder, my ass in his face. “Yes.”
“It won’t be pretty.” Angelo grabbed my wrists and bound them with his tie, and then shoved my cheek to the carpet. “But you’re going to look like the perfect little slave by the time I’m done with you.”
Stefan moved to the floor in front of us, his skin slick with sweat. He was hard again and stroking his big dick as he watched us. “Open up,bellezza.”
Propped up on my elbows, I couldn’t move my hands, which made it feel like I was about to topple over. So Stefan gripped my shoulder to hold me in place before shoving the tip of his dick into my mouth.
Behind me, Angelo used his belt to bind my ankles together, and then he entered me. I felt all of his piercings, one after the other, rubbing my inner walls.
“I’m not going easy on you this time,” Angelo warned before he slammed into me harder. He made circles on my ass with his palm and then slapped me. “I’m tearing this pussy up.” Another whack of his palm. “You want that, dirty girl?”
I bobbed my head.
My cheeks puffed out with Stefan fucking my mouth, each of my moans making a humming sound on his dick. This seemed to encourage him, and he fisted my hair, getting more aggressive. Angelo’s fingers burrowed into my hips, his touch so rough I knew he would leave bruises behind.
But I didn’t care.
They could mark me.
Make me theirs.
Angelo pounded into me like a maniac. “Look at ourputtanataking two dicks.” He growled in my ear, his breath heating my skin. “You gonna come for me again, my little slave?”
I came two more times before Stefan filled my mouth with his cum, some of it dripping down my chin. He sat back and studied my face as Angelo pressed his sweaty chest to my back, his orgasm shaking through me.
After Angelo came, he flipped me over and moved me between his legs. Stefan removed the belt from my ankles as Angelo tugged on the tie binding my wrists. I rubbed my skin, which was red and hurt like hell. But I was so high from all the orgasms, I couldn’t fully process the pain.
Angelo hooked his arm around me, breathing in my ear as he held me against his chest. “Your pussy is my new addiction.”
I laughed. “I think I may be addicted to you, too.” Then I looked at Stefan. “To both of you.”
I was already sore from all the times Nico fucked me over the past twenty-four hours. Add in how hard the twins took me, and I was surprised I wasn’t dead. The three of them were going to ruin me.
And I wanted it.
I wanted them.
Stefan’s cell phone rang, vibrating across the coffee table. He leaned forward and raised the phone to his ear. “Yes?”
I heard Dante yelling on the other end of the line. Something about dinner and his father’s penthouse.
They spoke for a few more seconds, and then Stefan said, “Yeah. We’ll be there. Give us an hour.”
He dropped the phone onto the couch and looked at me. “We have to pick up your dress, Cinderella.”
“Dress for what?”
Stefan grinned. “It’s a surprise.”
“Will I like this surprise?”