19. Christina
Christina
19
Nico helps me into the backseat of the limo as I slide in next to Enzo. I giggle, pushing him away slightly, needing a bit of space. It’s hard to breathe around them.
They’re so handsome. And right now, they look so… happy. It makes me happy.
I fan my face with my hand. My head spins from all the alcohol. I lean my shoulders back against Enzo’s chest and lift my feet into Nico’s lap.
I had fun tonight, despite myself. When Antonia came up to me, I was convinced that my night was ruined.
But they saved me. My night could never be ruined with Nico and Enzo at my side. They are loud and overbearing at times, but lately, they’ve also always been there when I need them.
Always making me feel like I belong.
“What’s that smile for, Angel? Are you feeling better?” Nico asks. His deep voice wraps around me, making me shiver with lust. His dark eyes shine even in this dim light. “Did you have fun?”
I think I might be drunk.
I smile to myself, not entirely sure if it’s the champagne or just them.
I love the way he looks at me. It makes me think of all kinds of depraved things. He must be able to sense it because he smirks.
Of course, he knows how he affects me. How they both do. It’s the craziest feeling. Like a part of them has always lived in me. And we were destined to find one another.
Nico trails a finger up and down my calves, his touch sending shivers up my spine. I squirm in his hold, but he keeps a firm grasp around my ankles, not letting me move. This limo is spacious – big enough for ten people back here, but despite the size, it suddenly feels suffocating – with room only for the three of us. Nico’s dark eyes hold mine, their intensity making my breath catch in my throat. I want to look away, but I can’t. He's fully captured me under his spell.
They both have.
I lean in towards him, my lips hovering mere inches away from his. Anticipation is making my palms clammy.
“You never answered me, Angel,” he whispers, huskily, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. “Did you have fun tonight?”
I exhale slowly, still locked in his gaze. The tension between us – all three of us – is palpable.
“I did,” I whisper back, “But the night’s not over yet, is it?”
He closes the distance between us, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue ravages my mouth.
One of Enzo’s hands rests on my hip, holding me tightly against him, while the other reaches around to caress my breasts through my dress. Sandwiched between them is my new favorite place to be.
Nico breaks the kiss and trails his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at my sensitive skin. He bunches my dress up around my waist, shoving my panties aside as he runs a single finger through my slit.
My breath hitches and he looks down at me with a carnal grin.
“Come feel her,” he says to Enzo. I bite my lower lip and lean into Enzo’s chest, widening my legs so he can reach around me.
They both stroke me, teasing me until I shake. “Oh,” I moan.
“So wet, princess,” Enzo whispers approvingly.
Oh my god, how do they manage to make simple touches feel so good?
“Mmm,” Nico says, withdrawing his hand. He moves to my feet and carefully unbuckles the straps on my shoes.
Enzo continues his delicious torment and I moan again.
“I love it when she makes that sound. Don’t stop.” Nico commands.
Enzo chuckles. “Always so eager,” he says.
I love the way his voice sounds, slow and deep.
“It feels so good,” I say.
Nico’s fingers make quick work of my shoes, undoing the clasp and tossing my heels to the side of the limo.
I’m too tired to tell him to be careful with the shoes. They’re Chanel and probably the most expensive shoes I’ve ever worn.
I feel too good to pull away and grab the shoes myself.
“Come on, Angel, make that noise again,” he says, his thumbs taking turns massaging my feet.
I give him what he wants. I can’t help it, moaning over and over again. Their touch feels too good.
“Angel,” he murmurs approvingly as his hand slips higher. He pushes apart my knees as he drops to his. Enzo holds me still, his arms wrapping around my waist.
Nico stares up at me, his dark eyes glistening with that smoldering desire. He takes a knife out of his pocket and flips open the blade.
My pulse races. “What are you doing?” I ask, shakily.
Nico smiles and slides the cold metal blade across my thigh, hooking it under my lacy underwear.
“Opening my present,” he growls, slicing through the delicate lace. The remains of my panties fall away, leaving me completely exposed to him. He must like what he sees because he licks his lips before looking up at me.
“Perfect,” he says, his voice breathy. He licks his lips again, placing his hands on my knees as he positions himself before me. His fingers dig into me as he spreads apart my thighs. “So, fucking perfect.”
“Oh my god, please,” I say, with a shaky moan.
I feel my chest rise and fall with effort, letting my head fall back slightly as the anticipation of pleasure sends my pulse racing.
“Can I taste you, Angel?” Nico asks, his face so close to where I’m desperate for him to touch.
I look down at him, on his knees before me, desperate need washing over his features as he waits for my answer.
“Let me taste you,” he says, commanding. There’s something behind his words. I can see it, on his face, the way that he needs this. He craves me too.
He kisses the inside of one thigh, and then the other.
“Angel.” He growls, growing impatient. He bites my skin, tugging gently. “This is the last time I’ll ask.” He nibbles my skin again. “Let me taste you.”
“Oh,” I groan.
Let me taste you. I repeat his words in my mind, the sound nearly enough to make me come.
Fuck me.
“P-please,” I beg. “Please.”
Enzo’s hand strokes my skin while Nico’s tongue laps at my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“You like the way he’s eating you, don’t you, princess?” Enzo asks. His breath tickles my ear and I shiver against him, my body overwhelmed by so much pleasure all at once. “God, look at you.”
“I think she wants more,” Nico says. His tongue circles me, lapping at my entrance and then rubbing at my clit.
“Poor thing, she’s so needy,” Enzo says. His mouth moves against my neck hungrily. “I think I need to taste her for myself.” His teeth nip at my skin. “Would you like that, princess? Do you want us both on our knees before you? Worshipping you?”
I whimper as another jolt of arousal hits me like a lightning strike. Enzo grins against my neck.
“That is what you want, isn’t it sweet girl. Do you dream of this?” He taunts me. “Both of us at your mercy?”
I do, actually. I dream of all kinds of scenarios that involve both of them and, on the off nights when I wake up alone, I’m often aching for them. But I don’t tell them that, I just nod and spread my legs wider.
“You better hurry up,” Nico says, pulling back to lick his lips. “She’s so wet. I don’t think she’ll last much longer.” He eases a finger inside me, pumping it and curling it against my inner wall. I shiver and buck against his hand.
Enzo slips his arm from around my waist, kissing my head before easing to the floor and dropping to his knees too.
There’s barely enough room for them both to kneel in front of me but they make it work. I spread my legs as wide as I can, feeling bold.
I even reach down to touch myself, spreading my lips to show them.
They both groan and Nico grabs my wrist with an iron grip.
“Did we say you could touch our pussy?” He growls, pinning my wrist to my stomach.
I shake my head no.
Enzo smirks at me. “I think she needs to understand that we’re in charge here,” he tells Nico.
Nico nods and dips his head to give me a single lick down my center.
Enzo punches his shoulder. “Move over,” he says to Nico. “Let me taste her.”
Reluctantly, Nico backs off, leaning back to make room for Enzo who immediately runs a finger through my center, looking up at me. “Mmm, fuck, princess. You are so wet.”
“I think she’s having a hard time focusing.” Nico bites at my thigh, then moves back to circle his tongue around me again.
“Yeah, look at her, she likes that, keep going,” Enzo says.
“God, she tastes so good.” Nico laps at my entrance with a moan. It sounds exaggerated but maybe that’s really how he feels. The way his lips move against me, I think he might.
God. This is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.
“You like it, princess, don’t you?” Enzo’s touch sends me over the edge. My body shakes against them. “God. Look at her. Desperate for us. Like she belongs to us.”
“That’s because she fucking does.”
I do.
That simple sentence feels better than nearly anything else they’ve done.
I belong to them.
My chest swells with pride.
“I think it’s my turn now,” Enzo says, moving.
“You want both of us, don’t you?” Nico says, licking me in one long, languid motion.
“Please.”
Enzo drops beside him, forcing him over to make room. They take turns, pushing my thighs apart more, fighting for their chance to lick me.
“You’re making a mess, Angel,” Nico croons, running a finger over me, “Dripping everywhere.” He takes his finger and presses it against my lips until I open wide.
“Suck,” he orders. My lips close around it and I taste myself on his skin.
Enzo sucks my clit harder and I gasp.
“Oh, I think she likes that,” he adds, grinning at me as my hands find their heads, my fingers twisting in their hair, one hand for each of them.
“I could eat you all damn day,” Enzo says, pausing to lick his lips.
“You’re being greedy.” Nico nudges him. “My turn.” He scrapes his teeth over my thigh as he waits for Enzo to move aside.
“So needy. Our perfect little slut.” He puts his fingers inside me, and then latches his lips over me once more.
“She takes it so well.”
“Angel, you look so pretty like this.” Nico pushes a second finger inside of me. “Spread out for us.”
“She’s gonna come already.”
My body shakes. I can’t deny the tightening of my core. My head falls back against the seat.
“No, let me taste her when she comes.” Enzo takes over, stroking my clit with his tongue while Nico pumps his long fingers inside me, curling upward as my body shatters around them.
When the last of my aftershocks have left my body, Nico kisses me sweetly. He cleans me up before smoothing the dress back over my body.
They move to sit on either side of me as I feel the car begin to slow.
Fuck me, that was amazing.
I look at my two guys. So handsome and perfect and all mine. All fucking mine.
How did I get this lucky?
The car pulls to a stop in front of the house, cooling the heat that courses through my body.
It started stressful but has turned into a perfect night.
I’m so torn. I don’t want this night to end but the idea of being caught enjoying them is horrifying.
“We’ll continue this later,” Nico says, scooting away from me to pocket my panties.
I blush a deep cherry red as the door opens. I peek out and see the driver standing outside waiting for us.
Oh God, I bet he heard us. Heard me.
Nico leaves first, then me. I trip over my own feet, giggling when Enzo reaches out to steady me.
My giggles stop when I stumble forward to see Albert standing there. His tie is hanging undone around his neck.
He eyes us suspiciously. I feel my face heat, and stare at my feet. My palms are sweating.
Does he know?
We follow him into the house, and I’m plagued with doubt.
The family lingers in the kitchen. Albert nods his head to us, telling us to sit without using any words.
I follow behind the boys, taking the seat in the middle.
“How are you adjusting, Christina?” Albert asks behind his steepled fingers.
I shift in my seat.
“It can be… difficult to be a Venitti,” he says, both filling the silence and acknowledging the unsaid.
Difficult is an understatement, I think.
I sweep my hair behind my ears, leaning forward as I choose my words carefully. “It’s… fine.
But I miss my friends. I’m still not sure what is expected of me, as a Venitti,” I say, allowing the last few words to fade as I lose confidence.
Albert nods his head. His dark eyes never leave my face, but don’t flash with any emotion either. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Will I?” I ask, feeling more honest than I’m used to.
“You will.” His words sound final.
I flinch.
“You don’t like that answer?” He asks.
“No.” I shake my head.
“It’s your face. It gives away all your secrets, Mio caro.”
Personally, I think I would adjust better if I was allowed to live my life.
Albert cocks an eyebrow when I continue to look at him.
I swallow. My shoulders hunch inward but I catch myself.
No.
I straighten. “I think I would adjust better if I was allowed to live my life,” I say the words out loud.
Albert smiles, but it gives me the shivers. Is he actually asking because he wants to know or for some other reason?
“What part do you miss?”
Nico leans forward, looking as if he’s about to jump in but Albert holds up his hand to silence him.
“University,” I say, simply.
If Albert truly cares about me being happy and adjusting, then he’ll care about my education.
I sit on my hands so he can’t see them shake. With a deep breath, I steel my resolve. I have to do this. I have to.
“I want to go back to college and finish out my first year,” I say, blurting out the words. “I worked hard for my scholarship and I don’t want to just throw it away.”
It’s probably the champagne giving me the courage, but I’m grateful for it.
“I don’t want to be stuck at home. I want to have… I want to have as normal of a life while I still can.”
I don’t let myself show weakness now. “Please.”
Albert considers me. “Fine.” He sets his glass down on the counter. “I’ll call first thing tomorrow. You can start Monday.”
I stare at him in shock. Really? He’s really going to let me return to Millerton?
I want to pump my fist in triumph. Maybe my life doesn’t have to be so different after all.
I think of Julia and the girls. Oh my god, I can’t wait to see them. There’s so much for us to catch up on that can’t really be said in a text. The boys. I swallow, my cheeks heating. They’ll never believe it. The arranged marriage…. Shit.
“Nico, Enzo, you’ll take care of her, obviously,” Albert says, looking at each of them with a lingering stare.
The guys both nod in unison, seemingly expecting this.
Wait, what?
They are already done with college… how are they going to look after me? Unless…
I look from Albert to Enzo, to Nico and my heart sinks.
No. This—this isn’t what I want. “But,” I pause, swallowing. “I meant, I mean, can’t I go back to Millerton on my own? It’s not even that far. I can live here and attend during the day.”
“It’s this or nothing.”
Fuck.
I look to the guys for help but see no sympathy there. Of course they want this as much as Albert does. I have no allies here. Not for this.
“Fine, thank you, Albert.”
It’s something – not what I want, but it is a small win. I take what I can get. I don’t have the ability to fight back, and I need a win, even if it’s a small one.