Luca stroked into me, stimulating my g-spot. “Such a good kitten, taking my cock.”
A broken whine eased from my chest as bliss flooded me. I loved when my husband praised me like this. He’d trained me to like it, and it’d become a trigger for my lust.
Both men worked my body, ravaging me as Luca alternated between praising me and spanking me. Dante’s instructions mingled with my husband’s rumbled words, telling me how to please him.
I sank into an ecstatic haze. I was completely overwhelmed by them, utterly possessed in every way. And Luca was claiming me again. My eyes stung from the relief of having him inside me after being denied for so long.
Dante brushed the tears from my cheeks and told me how beautiful I was, and his praise threaded through Luca’s. I shuddered, and something like a desperate sob wracked my chest. I was so close to the edge, my body filled with more pleasure than I’d ever known. The men subjugated me and worshipped me at the same time, muddling my mind until all I could do was lose myself in the carnal sensations that they inflicted upon me.
“Come for me, kitten,” Luca gritted out, holding off his own release until I attained mine.
I shattered on a scream, and he roared out his orgasm. The vibrations of the sound of my ecstasy triggered Dante, and he drove deep into my throat. Both men released inside me, branding me with their cum. I swallowed until I became lightheaded, desperate for breath. When Dante finally withdrew, oxygen flooded my lungs, making me float higher. Luca remained inside me for a moment longer, one final pulse of his cock sending little lightning strikes dancing through my core.
I collapsed onto the bed, utterly sated. Bliss cocooned my mind, and I barely registered Dante’s murmured words.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, darling.”
He picked up my limp body and cradled me to his chest, carrying me into the bathroom. I peeked over his shoulder and found Luca shadowing us, his caramel eyes fierce on my face. He’d stripped off his bloody clothes, and he was gloriously naked, his body glistening with sweat after the exertion of our lovemaking.
Luca turned on the water and tested the temperature, and then the three of us were in the massive shower together. Dante set me down on my feet, his big hands steadying me until I found my balance.
Everything seemed surreal, and I simply floated as they began to wash the blood from my skin. The water turned pink as it circled the drain, the last signs of my sick cousin disappearing from the world. The men who held me so tenderly had erased him from existence, making sure he suffered for what he’d done to me.
Warmth filled my chest, and I sank deeper into the haze of pleasure that cocooned me, simply allowing myself to revel in the comfort of Luca’s touch. I didn’t think about the fact that Dante was touching me too. The soap-slicked strokes of their powerful hands—so gentle despite the fact that they were capable of vicious, violent deeds—were a balm to my bruised soul after long days of turmoil.
When we were all clean, Dante eased my body away from the spray of the water, but the warm steam that filled the room ensured that I didn’t feel chilled.
“Play with her breasts,” he ordered Luca, a low, lazy rumble.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, and although his green gaze was keen as ever, he appeared slightly drunk.
I felt drunk too, dazed and slightly disconnected from reality.
Luca caressed my breasts, and I leaned back against him with a sigh, melting at his firm touch.
Dante’s hand dipped between my thighs, and he stimulated my tingling clit. It took only a few seconds of stimulation for my desire to pulse back to life, especially when Luca was toying with my nipples. I rested my head on his shoulder and gave in to pleasure, content to float for a while longer.
Dante gathered up the slick arousal at my core, rubbing my g-spot for a few slow, firm strokes, until my wetness coated his hand. I whimpered as he withdrew from me, and my eyes flew wide on a gasp when he pressed against my virgin asshole.
I clenched on instinct, trying to keep him out.
“Pinch her nipples,” he commanded Luca. “Hard. She likes having her breasts tormented.”
To my shock, Luca obeyed without question. He seemed beyond words, and the harsh way he bit down on my neck with a growl was purely primal. He pinched and tugged on my nipples, lighting up my pleasure centers with little bites of pain.
My body relaxed as my core fluttered, and Dante’s desire-slicked finger penetrated my tight ring of muscles. I tensed again, but Luca rolled my abused buds between his skillful fingers, drawing a groan from my chest. Dante pressed deeper as my muscles eased, forcing me to accept his touch.
“I’ll claim you here one day soon,” he promised. “I’ll teach you to love having my cock in your ass.”
Luca growled again and bit down harder on my shoulder, as though he was trying to mark me as his own.
Dante reached for one of the three showerheads and unhooked it from the wall. He kept his finger inside me as he directed the warm spray to my sex. I released a strangled shout, and Luca caught me as my knees buckled. The pulsing water massaged me relentlessly, and Dante gently toyed with my asshole. Forbidden pleasure centers hummed with new awareness, and I came apart on a scream. Luca pinched my nipples, sending me flying higher.
Dante didn’t remove the showerhead until my legs shook and I babbled for mercy.
He turned off the water, and he allowed Luca to support me as he dried my trembling body with a fluffy white towel. He slung another around his hips and tossed one to Luca, who did the same.
The entire scene was so bizarre that my mind remained disconnected from reality. I wasn’t ready to face what’d just happened. What I’d allowed Dante to do to me. To us.