Chapter 14
My breath hitches. The world narrows to the space inside the four walls of my bedroom, this bed, and the hunger in the eyes of the men staring back at me. My pulse throbs in my ears. Marco’s gaze anchors me, a lifeline from the anticipation churning within, and I can’t look away.
He leans down, deliberate and certain. The pressure of his lips against mine is a spark. It dances through me, setting every nerve alight. His hands, strong and sure, wander across my skin, each touch a brand that heats my blood, and there is no hesitation in his actions.
His kiss deepens. Passionate. Claiming. He tastes like sin and redemption all at once, a flavor I can see myself becoming addicted to. I’m lost in the sensation, in him, in how he makes me feel cherished.
I arch beneath him, coming closer to my face as I whisper, “It’s okay if this isn’t something you can do.” Tonight, I made it clear to Marco I have no intentions of sharing him with another woman despite my desire to have physical relationships with other men. However, knowing I’m fucking other men and witnessing it are two different things. I respect Marco enough not to force him to be part of something that brings him pain.
“There is no other place I would rather be right now,” Marco whispers against my flesh.
“Are you sure?” I ask as Nico and Dante run their hands along other parts of my body.
Nico’s hands, calloused and sure, explore the curve of my hip, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind my knee. I bite my lip, the sensation both thrilling and terrifying. Marco is watching my reaction. I’ve always had to be the one in control, making decisions and calling the shots. The only child to a motherfucking captain in the King family empire, there was no room for weakness. Tonight, as terrifying as the thought is, I’m giving that control to Marco, and it makes my heart race with a mix of fear and excitement.
Marco’s touch is featherlight as he cups my cheek. His eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger that mirrors my own. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my temple, whispering, “I’m fucking sure. Damn, you are so beautiful. The only thing I want you thinking about is your own pleasure tonight.” His words are like a gentle caress, spurring me on despite the lingering doubts.
I feel Dante’s hands trail up my calves, knees shivering under his touch. He kisses the inside of my thigh, his breath hot, and I can’t help but catch my lower lip between my teeth. “Relax, bella,” he murmurs. His lips brush higher, and I feel every muscle in my body tense and then release. It’s a slow climb, torturous and exquisite.
Dante’s presence looms between my legs, his frame large and powerful. He uses his large and muscular arms to gently spread my legs farther apart. I notice all three men staring at my bare and exposed pussy.
Marco grins as he looks at the other two men. “Isn’t her pussy absolutely perfect?”
Dante’s hands slide up, his fingers lightly grazing the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen. His eyes twinkle with promise, and a shiver runs down my spine. I feel vulnerable and exposed, yet being so intimately known is an undeniable thrill. “Mouthwateringly perfect.”
Marco lifts a hand and presses Dante’s face toward my waiting slit. “You have no idea. It tastes even sweeter than it looks.”
Watching Marco physically move Dante’s mouth toward my body causes an unexpected reaction in me. My breath hitches as his movements and words are decisive. He’s controlling the entire scene, and he has never been sexier to me.
“Go ahead, give her a taste,” he orders. Dante eagerly positions himself on his stomach, his mouth hovering just above my pink lips. Gently kissing my inner thighs, he leaves a trail of soft, wet kisses. The sensation sends shivers through my body, making me arch up. Nico’s hands stay firm on my hips, keeping me steady. I see Marco watching Dante, and there’s a fierce intensity in his gaze. It’s clear he wants what is happening as much as I do.
As Dante kisses his way to my center, heat builds with each passing moment. My heart races as Marco’s hand never leaves my face, his assurance that he is right there with me, at my side during this entire experience.
“Relax, Gia,” Marco whispers, his breath warm in my ear. “Does that feel good?”
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. The scents of musk and desire mingle. Marco’s other hand finds mine, squeezing reassuringly.
“So fucking good,” I manage, followed by a gulp.
Dante’s wet kisses have moved onto the outside of my pussy, his stubble scratching against my skin. The sensation is exhilarating and uncomfortable, yet I don’t want him to stop. I feel alive with need, craving the attention surrounding me.
Nico’s hands move to my breasts, his fingers gently tugging at my nipples, pulling and twisting them into stiff peaks. I gasp at the sudden intensity of pleasure and pain mixed.
Marco kisses my collarbone.
Dante’s tongue darts out, gently licking the folds of my pussy. My muscles clench involuntarily, moaning at the new sensation.
“You’re incredible,” Marco says as his lips move up and brush the shell of my ear.
“Yes, she is,” Nico agrees before his mouth envelops my hardened nipple. I feel it all—the hands, the mouths, and I let go, just a little, leaning into the chaos, into the care of these three men who have somehow become my harbor in this dark, dangerous world. My heart screams at me not to let my guard down with them, but as much as I want to listen, I can’t.
Marco’s hands are firm yet gentle as they roam, charting territories of pleasure on my body. Nico’s fingers dance across my skin, light and teasing, while Dante grips on my thighs, as he pulls his tongue deeper into me. They move in perfect sync, a trio attuned to my every quiver, responding to the silent language of my needs.
I’m spiraling, hovering on an edge so sharp it feels like it could split me open.
Suddenly, I feel Marco untangle himself from me, and I open my eyes to see him stand. “What’s wrong?” I gasp.
He grins and shakes his head. “Nothing at all; you’re being such a good girl for us.”
Dante pulls away from my pussy for a moment to agree before diving back in, and I convulse in response.
I watch Marco tug at the button and zipper on his pants, dropping them and his underwear to the floor. “I think we’re all far too dressed for what will happen here tonight.”
Nico looks up, his eyes dark with desire as he follows Marco’s lead, stripping off his clothes and tossing them aside. With a wicked grin, Dante hops onto his knees and shimmies out of his underwear, the only thing he entered the room wearing. I can feel their eyes on me, and I have never felt sexier.
Marco steps closer, his erection straining against his thigh, and I can’t help but swallow hard as I drink in the sight of these powerful men. Their bodies are fierce, the product of lives built on strength and violence. But for this moment, they are mine and here to give me what I want... What I need.
“Nico, would you like a taste?” Marco murmurs, his voice velvet.
He nods in response.
“Dante, go get something out of Gia’s closet we can use to tie her up,” Marco commands.
“What?” I breathe the word and see a smile peel across Dante’s face.
“Trust me,” Marco replies, looking up at Dante and nodding at him to do what he says.
“Actually.” I giggle hesitantly, and all three men freeze while listening to me. “I have restraints in the toy cabinet.”
“Toy cabinet?” Dante repeats with raised eyebrows, clearly intrigued.
“Oh yes, Gia here is quite the adventurous little thing. Trust me, you’ll find exactly what we need in there,” Marco says.
Dante turns his oversized muscular frame toward the cabinet on the other side of the room. He practically sprints to it and throws the doors open. “Holy shit,” he says, clearly shocked.
Nico moves between my legs without a word and begins gently kissing the outside of my pussy, enjoying it slowly and with purpose. It doesn’t take him long before he’s using his tongue to separate my folds. A moan escapes his mouth, causing my cunt to vibrate, and I whimper in response.
A few moments later, Dante returns with a pair of silk ties and two sets of handcuffs in his hand, grinning wickedly.
“Perfect,” Marco says as he inspects Dante’s choices. “Take the ties and tie each foot to the bedpost, spreading her legs as far as they will go comfortably. I’ll take the handcuffs.”
My heart starts pounding at the idea of trusting these men so deeply. Heat rises in my cheeks as the vulnerability creeps over me.
Dante quickly complies, tying one end of the tie around my ankle and the other to the post. He repeats the process with my other ankle, making sure I’m secure.
Marco takes the cuffs, securing one wrist and then the other to the headboard. He leans in until his lips are touching my ear, and his hard, bare chest presses against my breasts. “I’ve got you.”
It’s as if, at that moment, he could read my mind. He understood that as much as I crave what is happening, the vulnerability doesn’t come naturally to me.
Nico pulls away for a moment and says, “Fuck, she’s so creamy.” His breath is hot against my pussy before he moves back in with his tongue in a rhythm that drives me so crazy it has me instinctively pulling against the restraints.
Dante smirks, looking down at me as he places a hand on Nico’s back. “Oh shit, man, she loves whatever you’re doing to her.”
Marco brings his face close to mine, his breath warm against my cheek. “Is that true? Do you love that, Gia?”
It takes me a moment before I can manage a whimper of affirmation. I look around the room into each of their eyes and see nothing but desire and devotion.
Marco grins as I nod, his eyes never leaving mine. “Nico, stop teasing her and let her get a good look at you; show her what she has to look forward to.”
Nico lifts his head away from my pussy with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He positions himself upright between my legs, his cock bobbing in response to his movement.
“Is that good?” Marco questions me, his lips still close to my ear. I nod, my eyes fluttering shut as I focus on Nico’s length. “Do you want to suck him?” Marco asks softly.
“Yes, please,” I answer, and Marco commands Nico to move closer so that I can reach his cock in the restraints.
“That’s it,” Marco comments as he watches Nico move into place. “I want you to fuck her face, nice and slow.”
My hands bound, I wait with an open mouth as Nico guides his erection in. I’m eager to taste him. As I take him in, my throat throbbing around his hardness, Marco’s fingers brush against my clit.
I can’t see around Nico’s body, but a moment later, I can feel Dante’s weight on the bed, and then his fingers thrust deep inside me, his movements in sync with Nico’s thrusts in my mouth. I can feel the waves of my pleasure building, the anticipation of my climax growing with each stroke and suck.
At this moment of shared desire, I finally let go of the last of my hesitations. I surrender to the pleasure as my orgasm explodes through me.
“Oh shit,” Dante moans in response to my pussy gripping his fingers. I moan against Nico’s cock, and he quickens his pace.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” Marco growls. “Isn’t my fiancée hot as fuck?”
Both men excitedly agree, and Nico pulls out of my mouth so they can all look at me. My eyes lock with Marco, and he says, “Nobody fucks you without a condom but me, got it?”
“Whatever you want,” I agree. The ownership of me is oddly arousing. He grins in response to my words.
“Good, then you first, Nico, grab a condom from the cabinet,” Marco directs, then leans in and kisses me.
As Nico obeys, Dante asks, “Can I kiss her?”
Marco looks at me. “You okay with that?”
“If you are,” I answer, and Marco nods in his direction.
When Dante kisses me, I can smell myself on his lips. One of his hands drops to my breast, and he caresses it as his tongue explores my mouth.
As Dante kisses me, I can feel Nico climb on top of me, and without hesitation, he slides into me with a groan, and I groan into Dante’s mouth. Dante pulls away and watches as Nico slides his cock in and out of me, stretching me as he moves. I notice Marco and Nico look into each other’s eyes in silent communication as Nico fucks me. It is one of the most erotic things I have ever witnessed.
“He has such a great cock, doesn’t he?” Dante asks me.
I nod, still gasping for breath, as Nico’s thrusts become more and more forceful. I can feel my climax building again. Dante and Marco both watch him with a hunger in their eyes.
“Fuck, Nico, you feel so good,” I moan, and Dante takes that opportunity to lean in and kiss me again. His tongue darts into my mouth. I can feel Dante’s growing erection against my thigh, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he wants his turn. I want to grip his cock, but I am helpless in the restraints.
Nico’s thrusts are getting wilder and harder by the second. Dante starts stroking himself, ready to take my attention next. “Her pussy is so tight, it’s flexing all around me.”
“It’s wild, isn’t it?” Marco asks with pride in his voice.
Nico’s eyes widen. “Oh, fuuuuuck—” he moans with a change in rhythm. “I’m gonna come.” A moment later, he thrusts deeper, and his cock starts to twitch, flexing inside me over and over again, a guttural groan escaping him. My body involuntarily reacts to the sensation, flooding my pussy with wetness. With a couple of final shallow thrusts, Nico pulls out, leaving me vacant. He moves in the direction of the bathroom, I assume, to remove the spent condom.
I whimper, desperate to be filled up again.
“You ready for Dante, baby?” Nico asks, his voice low and ragged.
“Yesss,” I breathe, my body trembling in anticipation.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Dante says eagerly as he moves to the cabinet to retrieve a condom. “You got XXL in here?” he asks with a chuckle. I don’t answer. Instead, I’m staring into Marco’s eyes and the adornment reflecting back in them. “Oh fuck, she does.”
“Will you hurry up and get over here,” Marco commands. “Before you lose your turn and I take her.”
Dante approaches, rips the package open with his teeth, and I watch in awe as he rolls on the enormous condom, his hands shaking slightly from nervous excitement. He might be the thickest cock I have ever taken.
Dante climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my legs. His cock stands straight and hard, pointing toward my entrance as he lines up, touching my cunt with his fingers. “Oh fuck, I was going to ask if you needed lube, but you’re dripping.”
Nico enters the room and teases, “You’re welcome.”
“Go slow,” Marco instructs when he sees Dante’s size, and he nods in response.
I bite my lip, trying to suppress my cries. His cock, thick and hard, presses against my opening.
Nico moves around to the side opposite Marco and positions himself on the other side of the bed. Both Marco and Nico, as if communicating silently between them, take a nipple into their mouths.
Dante’s cock slowly inches its way inside me. I hold my breath, expecting it to be painful, but my pussy welcomes him as it slides in slowly, stretching me as it moves. I let out a low groan, surprised by the sensation.
“Fuck, she really is tight,” Dante growls, his eyes locked on mine as he continues his movement.
Nico pulls his mouth away from my nipple for only a moment to say, “Just wait until she orgasms on you.”
Dante, sensing my pleasure, quickens his pace as he thrusts into me. My moans fill the room, fueling the flicking of Marco’s and Nico’s tongues.
Dante’s eyes never leave mine as he fucks me with more urgency. His cock pounds into me, and I cry out, arching my back as Dante’s cock hits places in me that are rarely touched. Pulling against the restraints, I am at their mercy.
“Is she gonna come again?” Dante asks, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
Nico and Marco continue their work, their tongues dancing on my sensitive skin. Marco’s hand slides down, his fingers finding my clit. He vigorously plays with it as Dante increases his pace even more, the slick sound of his thrusts surrounding us.
“Fuck, yes,” I scream as a release comes from deep inside me.
Dante loses himself in the moment. His hips pound into me in a frenzy, his cock sliding in and out, hitting my G-spot with each stroke.
“Oh my God,” I pant. “You have to stop. I can’t take any more.”
Marco’s fingers never stop moving. His thumb continues to rub my clit in perfect rhythm with Dante’s thrusts. The men ignore my pleas, not one of them hesitating for a moment. A second later, I roll straight into another orgasm, a guttural and unfamiliar scream escaping me.
Dante’s orgasm overtakes him, and my body writhes in response to his pulsing. Marco and Nico sit up to watch as he pulls his cock out of me with a satisfied look on his face. “You are so fucking amazing, Gia.”
“Isn’t she?” Marco replies.
My body trembles from the intensity of the orgasm, and I’m completely spent. I close my eyes.
As the room settles down to a peaceful calm, they all lean in and kiss a different part of my body. I don’t open my eyes as I drink in the tender affection.
I feel my ankles being untied, and my wrists are released a moment later. “You two go shower,” Marco instructs them. “It’s my turn to be alone with my fiancée.”
The reaction his statement causes inside me tells me there is no doubt my feelings for Marco were cemented today in the gift he gave me. When I finally open my eyes, he is staring at me. I reach up, place a hand on the back of his head, and pull him in to kiss me. His lips are soft and tender as if he’s trying to say a thousand things without speaking a word.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice quiet. “That was... everything.”
“It’s not over,” he whispers, his hands brushing my hair behind my ears. He shifts and moves between my legs. I bend my knees, relieved to regain my range of motion.
“Can you handle one more?” he asks, looking into my eyes. The dominant man who orchestrated the entire interaction with Dante and Nico was giving me back a little of my power.
“Please,” I beg. “Fuck me.”
A grin spreads across his face, and without another word, he slowly pushes inside me. I moan deeply, my hands gripping the sheets as I feel the heat of his bare cock.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls. “So swollen.”
He moves slowly at first, then gradually picks up speed. His hips piston into me.
“Oh God,” I cry out, conflicted by the slight pain from the tenderness of my well-loved pussy and the sheer pleasure of reconnecting with Marco. All I can feel is him—his cock pounding into me and his powerful arms surrounding me.
With each thrust, something deepens between us, more than physical—a bond, a silent vow. With him, I feel seen and known.
Time slows down. Each movement is a declaration. My mind swirls, thoughts scattered by the relentless pleasure. The room spins, or maybe it’s me, unmoored and adrift in ecstasy.
Sensations crest and crash, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to break me apart and stitch me back together in the same breath.
“I love you,” he says, looking down at me.
“Marco...” His name causes my lips to tingle.
My muscles clench, and my heart races. I’m teetering on the brink. My back arches off the bed and my fingers dig into his back as I reach for that final release.
“Come with me,” I plead, and with our eyes locked on each other, he slams inside me one last time before I erupt. My orgasm is a tsunami, sweeping everything in its wake, and he rides the wave with me, his cock exploding as he groans my name.
When he finally collapses onto the bed, panting and spent, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
“I love you too,” I whisper, knowing everything has changed.