Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
AURORA
T here’s a brief moment of agony every morning when I wake. Those seconds when I’m ripped from sleep by haunting images of Enzo’s last moments. Where I’m overwhelmed by crippling sorrow and the knowledge that I failed him.
And then I open my eyes and see my reasons for living.
I wake up every day in the arms of men who mourn him just as keenly as I do. There’s something reassuring in that. To know that I’m not alone in my despair. It makes me realise that I can never leave them alone in theirs.
We need each other.
The day after he died, they found me curled up in Enzo’s bed, hugging his pillow while I sobbed uncontrollably. They didn’t say a word, simply climbed in next to me and held me while I wept. Benny curled up behind me with Nico next to him, reaching over us both and pulling us into his warmth. Sinclair on the other side, stroked my hair and feathered gentle kisses across my forehead until there were no more tears left to cry.
We sleep here every night, immersing ourselves in the last vestiges of Enzo’s memory. It’s probably the least healthy thing we could do, but I don’t care. Every reminder of Enzo is a hot coal that fuels the fire of my rage. A blazing inferno that will not only raze the De Luca family to the ground but also deliver my vengeance.
Max De Luca will pay. Anyone who stands with him stands against us. I won’t mourn the deaths of his disciples when I slaughter them. I will take pleasure in meting out retribution. They’re merely rungs on a ladder that will get me one step closer to becoming a widow.
“I know you’re awake, hummingbird,” Sinclair says a second before his lips press against my cheek. “We can plan how we fuck with Max later when the capos get here. Right now I need you to switch your brain off.”
“What Sin said,” comes Benny’s familiar lilt from behind me, his breath dancing across the shell of my ear.
It’s been six weeks since Enzo died and in that time, we’ve become closer than I ever thought possible. It’s not simply that we share a common goal to destroy Max, we share a burden that we’ll never free ourselves of. We all carry a burden of guilt as a result of Enzo’s sacrifice, and there’s an intimacy in that which binds us together irrevocably.
The only solace we find is in each other’s arms.
I tilt my head, burrowing into the familiar crook of Sin’s neck, inhaling his scent and letting it wash over me like a cleansing balm. The heavy weight of Nico’s arm bands across both Benny and I, and as our movements stir his sleep, his palm grips my hip firmly .
This moment is my favourite part of my day—waking up in a naked tangle. Bathing in the affection and unconditional support that will get me through another twenty-four hours. They’ll give me the strength to become what I need to destroy Max, but they’ll also ground me enough to stop me going too far.
Although ‘too far’ is relative.
Nico is still mad that I went out without him yesterday to interrogate some of Max’s low-level grunts. He’s even less impressed that I had some fun without him and ended up sending a few souvenirs to Max. It was only a few ears and the odd limb. It’s not like I needed his help gift-wrapping them.
Although from Max’s response, it doesn’t sound like my love of picking off his minions is going down too well. We got word yesterday that he sent a crew to my late father’s house and burnt it to the ground. Thankfully, we’d already cleaned it out a few weeks back, grabbing any documentation we needed to keep the businesses ticking over. After all, starting a war with a power-crazed psychopath needs financing… I’m not a fucking idiot. It’s going to take time to get to Max. He’s been holed up for weeks, hiding behind his capos since the day he took control.
“She’s not listening, Sin. Her thoughts are so loud I can practically hear them from here,” mumbles Nico. I can tell from the low timbre and gravelly sound of his voice that he’s not fully awake yet.
Sin tips my chin up and holds my gaze, staring into my soul and seeing me in a way that almost makes me nervous. After so many years of being alone in my torment, it sometimes feels foolish to trust these men so implicitly, but I have no other option. I haven’t been able to find the words to say it yet, but I love them.
Loro sono miei e io sono loro.
Sinclair runs his fingers delicately down the slope of my neck, and a tingle chases across my skin like it’s eager to catch up with the warmth of his touch. Gripping my shoulder, he turns me gently to face Benny, and I can’t help the joy that blossoms across my face when I’m met with his broad grin. The way his happiness can light me up from the inside never ceases to amaze me.
He’s my joy.
I thought I’d stolen his smile when my careless words broke his spirit. I blamed him, told him I’d never forgive him for blowing the building with Enzo still inside. I’ve apologised a thousand times over, but I know I hurt him .
I lift my hand to cup his cheeks, stroking my thumb across his sinfully pouty lips.
“Morning, mia reginetta, ” Benny says. It shouldn’t affect me the way it does, but when I hear those words, my heart races and my pussy clenches. Outside these four walls, I’m the Bianchi don and his queen, but when I’m naked before him, I’m his whore. “Looks like you need to start doing as you’re told before you wake the beast.”
I shake my head, moving my hand and ruffling Nico’s hair, deliberately provoking him. “Nico isn’t a beast.”
Nico stretches behind Benny, like a lion rousing from the tangle of his pride. I can’t help but giggle when a dark glare emerges over Benny’s shoulder since it’s framed by his unruly morning mane. Tufts of blond hair stick out at odd angles and make him look adorable when he’s shooting for dark and brooding.
“ Sei il nostro mostro, ” I say before biting down on my bottom lip while his eyes flare and a low growl rumbles through his chest. Our monster is awake, and he’s ravenous.
“I’ll show you monstrous, phoenix,” he says before reaching for Benny, grasping his chaotic locks, and yanking his head back to steal a savage kiss. Breaking away suddenly he says, “I want your tongue in her pussy and her dripping by the time I get back, Bambi.”
“Where are you going?” I whine as he starts shuffling off his side of the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” Nico says with a smile that makes the corners of his eyes crease in a devious expression.
I’m just about to object when strong hands grip me around my waist and haul me up the bed. Sinclair leans back against the headboard and settles me between his thighs. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, his breath delicately feathering across my skin, triggering a flurry of goosebumps and making my mouth water.
Sin’s hands travel up the curve of my waist and wind around my biceps, gripping tight, then snatching me back to his chest as his feet hook under my ankles and he spreads me wide. The sudden stretch takes me by surprise while also bringing a broad smile to my face. Benedict sits up and crawls between my legs, kneeling while he runs a hand across his chest before dipping it down to stroke along his shaft.
“Look at his face, hummingbird. He’s ravenous for you.” Sinclair’s nose dusts its way up the slope of my neck and his words tease across the shell of my ear. “He’s going to devour you.”
I’m panting now. I can’t help the swell of my chest as I draw in deeper and deeper breaths. Benedict’s eyes are hooded, but I can see the eager glint of his emerald irises as they feast on me. Scanning every inch of my body, chasing shivers of anticipation across my curves. My nipples stiffen, and my clit throbs in response, desperate for more.
His gaze is blatant and carnal and promises me everything I need: that for every moment I surrender to them, I’ll be worshipped.
Benny drops to all fours before lowering to his elbows and then sliding his arms under my thighs, gripping me tightly and pulling my hips to him. Their arms make me feel like I’m wrapped in vines—bound between them. It soothes me, smothers and dampens every fear that threatens to invade my consciousness and leaves me drifting into a state of mind where I know I’m safe and protected.
“Close your eyes, Aurora. Let us give you what you need and take everything that’s ours.”
I feel the moment my body surrenders to them. My breathing calms, and I sink into Sinclair’s warmth as Benny’s lips press against my inner thigh.
“Such an obedient little fucktoy for us,” comes a murmur of praise at my back. “Drop your hands to your side, hummingbird.”
Sin releases his grip, and I comply immediately.
His fingers begin their exploration, touching me everywhere and nowhere. Teasing, running tantalising trails down my arms, across my hips, up my ribcage, and then skipping my aching breasts only to stroke along my neck and rub my shoulders. It feels so good, but it's not enough.
And while Sinclair’s delicate touch ignites me, Benedict’s tongue has finished its trail up my thigh. “Please. Please give me more. I need more,” I beg shamelessly.
I can’t stop my hips from their wanton rocking, seeking out what I know is coming.
“Tell us what you want, mia reginetta. ”
“I need your touch. I need your tongue. I need everything you’ll give me.”
“Everything?” comes a voice from the other side of the room. That’s when I notice Nico has returned and is watching Benny and Sinclair play. I’m on display for my men, at their mercy and loving every second of the attention they're lavishing on me. “You heard the lady… give her everything.”
Sinclair’s hands are first. One cups my breast and rolls my nipple as it draws to a tight bud. His gentle ministrations send a jolt straight to my pussy a second before his other hand finds my clit and his fingers start moving in tiny circles, matching pace with how he’s teasing my nipples. I’ve given up anticipating all the ways Sin can bring me pleasure. There’s no point chasing my orgasm. I’ll get it when it’s given to me. However many times he wants to give it to me .
Benny’s hot breath dances at my entrance making my core clench in anticipation. “You’re dripping for us, Aurora.”
Sinclair’s fingers stop their torture for what can only be a few seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. Just when I’m about to beg him for more he thrusts two fingers into my eager pussy and even with my eyes still closed, I can hear how wet I am and feel how easily he parts my folds. His strokes are thorough and practised making my toes curl and my back arch. He knows exactly how to flex and move his fingers to pull mewls of desperation from me.
I cry out when he pulls his fingers from my aching channel, leaving me feeling empty, bringing them to rest on my lips.
“Open wide, Aurora.”
As I open, he presses them into my mouth.
“Lick them clean.”
My lips seal around them and I suck, savouring the flavour of me branded on his skin. Sinclair eases them out slowly and drops his hand to my slick pussy, dipping three digits in this time before returning them to my now aching clit. The second he touches me again, Benedict’s tongue thrusts into me making me curve my hips, rolling them in time with his ravenous mouth.
The things that man can do with his mouth should be illegal. His tongue is hot, and impossibly long, reaching places biology would insist are not possible. He flexes and my walls flutter around him, desperate to feel every part of the muscle stroking my core.
Sinclair and Benedict work in tandem, playing me like a stringed instrument, building tension which will lead to an inevitable crescendo. Their tempo increases as they coax a flurry of melodic cries from me. I’m barrelling towards my end and there is no stopping it now.
“Open your eyes, hummingbird. Watch yourself come on his face.”
My eyes fly open and snap to Benedict’s. His penetrating gaze is intense and raw, leaving me feeling exposed. Benny’s grip under my hips and around my thighs tightens, stopping me from riding his mouth like I want to. A sharp sting bites my skin as Sinclair slaps my breast.
“He’s earned every drop of your orgasm. Come for us. Let go and flood his tongue, baby girl,” he purrs in a sinfully deep tone.
I clench and release against Benny’s merciless tongue, while Sin continues to strum out a rhythm on my clit that has me letting go of all control, coming hard. The warmth of my release surges through me while Benny’s morning stubble scrapes against my thigh as he laps at my soaking core. I’d say watching him devour me was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, if that bar wasn’t raised on a daily basis by these men.
“Such a good fucking girl for us, Aurora,” Sin growls, moving his hands to my hips and lovingly stroking along the tops of my thighs. I bask in the warmth of his praise and sink deep into a state of orgasm-induced bliss. “So perfect.”
“Come here, Aurora,” Benny commands. My eyelids flutter as I struggle against the weight of my lashes to open my eyes. Despite feeling like I’ve lost all control of my limbs, his command stirs my body into action and I scramble to my knees, eager to please him. The gravel of his voice is mesmerising and at this moment I am entirely at his mercy.
I would never have thought I’d enjoy their dominance so completely, but the freedom I feel in giving my body, my pleasure, to men I love and trust, lightens my soul in a way I’ve never experienced before.
The mattress behind me rolls as Sinclair gets up and I grumble, unhappy that he’s not staying .
“I’ll be back, hummingbird. I have to prepare for your meeting and you’ll need me later when Nico’s done with you,” Sinclair reassures me, leaning over to cup the side of my face and stroke his thumb across my cheek. With a sexy wink, he turns and heads for the bathroom.
We may all sleep together, but when it comes to playing together, that’s been strictly foreplay only so far. Not necessarily because we don’t all want to, but because it hasn’t felt like the right time to discuss changing our dynamics. There’s too much going on in all our heads to do more than be there for each other right now.
I’m not saying I don’t think about it though. To have all of them at once is rapidly becoming my go-to fantasy.
“Crawl to me.”
Fuck me. I adore dominant Benedict.
I prowl to the end of the bed where he’s standing proud, dick rock hard and weeping beads of pre-cum—all for me. Leaning back on my heels, I wrap one hand around his length. I flick my gaze to Nico and I pump my fist in time with the long languid strokes he’s teasing himself with as he watches us. He has a perfect view from his seat in the corner of the room and it’s only enhanced by the mirror on the dresser. His eyes dart back and forth from mine to our reflection. The large mirror allows us both to witness every flex of Benedict’s ass as I build his pleasure. Stroke by stroke.
Benny’s breathing becomes ragged, and it spurs Nico from his perch. He snakes himself around Benny’s torso from behind, one arm around his waist and the other at his chest, before reaching up to lock a firm grip on Benny’s throat.
He peers over Benny’s shoulder and takes charge of us both.
“Eyes on us, phoenix, while you suck my Bambi’s cock like the good little whore I know you are. ”
His words make me clench my legs together as a burst of pleasure pulses at my core, and I can’t help but sway my hips as I lean forward to run my tongue across Benny’s crown, tasting his pleasure. Parting my lips, I swallow him inch by inch, stopping when I reach my limit and feel his swollen head try to breach my throat. Wrapping the base with one hand I bob on his cock, running the flat of my tongue along the underside and drawing a predatory moan out of him as I swirl it along his slit before teasing the frenulum on the way back down.
I may not have mastered deep-throating yet, but I can still bring every one of these men to their knees with my mouth.
“Don’t you dare come without my permission, Bambi,” Nico bites out, releasing his grip on Benny’s waist. A moment later I hear the sharp slap of a hand cracking over Benny’s ass and it draws new heights of pleasure from me. I’m whimpering as I squeeze my legs together even tighter, arousal coating my thighs.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir,” Benny says, his voice carrying the sultry cadence of a sub craving the control of his Dom.
“Good boy. You don’t come until I do. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
I lose myself in the rhythm of worshipping Benny’s dick. Sucking, stroking, tasting. I can tell from the way the cords of his neck strain that he’s desperately trying to stave off his orgasm, but I’m lost to the power I have over him in this moment. I’m so consumed by the feeling that I’m shocked when I feel Nico’s breath feather over the curve of my ass.
“Spread yourself wide for me, phoenix. I want to fuck your pretty little pussy while you suck him dry,” Nico demands, his words tinged with wanton desire. I obey and immediately feel the warmth of his touch as he runs his finger through my folds. “ Look at that. Your pussy is begging for a cock to fill it. Swollen and dripping, just for us.”
The head of his cock presses against my entrance and I cry out as he thrusts into me, giving me what I’ve been so desperate for. I need to be fucked and filled. When he takes me from behind, every rung of his pierced cock brushes against my walls and grinds over my G-spot, driving me to new heights of pleasure. I falter and lose my rhythm as my orgasm approaches, but Benedict drops his hands and runs them through my hair, gripping firmly and steadying me, taking control. He takes my weight and allows the momentum of Nico’s savage fucking to propel me onto his cock.
I am their fucktoy and I am more than happy to be played with.
“Beg me to let you come down her throat, Bambi.”
“Please, sir. Please let me come.”
“You call that begging?” Nico teases and his words are enough to ramp up my arousal and yet keep me on the precipice. I suck harder and flex my tongue around Benedict, sharing my pleasure with him. “Aurora’s begging me better than that with just the pulses of her cunt on my cock. Try harder. Be a good boy and beg to fill her up.”
“Fuck, sir, please. I’m begging you. Please say yes, I can’t stop, I’m going to?—”
“Don’t you dare, Bambi.”
Benny’s cock swells a moment before he erupts on my tongue and I hold my mouth open, collecting every drop, knowing I don’t have permission to swallow. Benny’s hands release my hair and I’m dropping down on my elbows to steady myself while Nico stills behind me, his cock buried deep. Nico’s hand travels up my spine, weaving itself through my hair before gripping tightly and pulling me back to his chest. “Show me. Open your mouth.”
I turn my head and entranced by the darkness in his sapphire blue irises, I open wide, flattening my tongue and presenting Benny’s cum to him.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he says before kissing me brutally. The taste of Benedict on our tongues threatens to send us into a frenzy of fucking, but Nico won’t allow that. Not yet.
He tears his lips away from mine and I lean back into his chest, my head lolling against his shoulder, desperately trying not to bear down on the cock still filling my pussy.
“You came without permission, Bambi,” Nico scolds.
Benedict walks around to stand at the side of the bed, dropping his head reverently. “I’m sorry, sir. I have no excuse.”
Nico cants his head to one side, resting it against mine, as he draws out a lengthy pause, presumably deciding Benedict’s penance.
“I’m going to need your help with this one, phoenix.” He shuffles me to the edge of the mattress and keeps me on my knees with his cock still inside me. “Spread a little wider,” Nico whispers in my ear, nudging my knees further apart, before addressing Benedict. “On your back, with your head between Aurora’s knees.”
Benedict nods eagerly, doing as he’s told and seemingly keen to make up for his indiscretion.
Nico pushes me forwards onto all fours and wraps my long hair around his fist, pulling, creating an exquisite arch in my back like he’s drawing an arrow on a bow that’s poised to be released.
“Bambi, you will not touch her until I tell you. Aurora, your only job is to come on my cock and help me drown him in our cum.”
Benny’s breath dances across my thighs as he responds with a pained, “Yes, sir,” and a sharp tug on my hair prompts me for my consent. “ Si , mio mostro . ”
Nico drags his cock from my core at a tantalisingly slow pace, curving his hips as he goes, making sure to use his piercings to tease me. Tendrils of pleasure radiate through me and a shiver races along my spine between the ecstasy of Nico’s pounding and the bite of the pain as he pulls my hair to drag me back onto his cock. My hips buck, my back tenses and pussy clenches around Nico’s cock as I come, demanding that he join me in my ecstasy.
“Fuck me, phoenix. Take every last drop of my come.”
He pulls me back to his chest and his free hand dives for the apex of my thighs, refusing to allow my orgasm to wane. I’m battered by waves of euphoria as he strums my throbbing clit while he rasps his demands against the shell of my ear.
“You’re not done yet, Aurora. I need more from you. Ride my dick and gush for me.” I’m overwhelmed by the stretch of his cock and just when I think I can’t take any more, the hand around my torso shifts to roll my nipples between his fingers. He pulls and tweaks, teasing them mercilessly until it borders on pain, making me implode. My walls pulse around his thick cock and he cries out as he ruts into me, pumping his release into my eager pussy. My body quivers while warmth cascades from where we’re still joined and drips down my thighs.
“Are you ready, Benny?”
“Fuck, yes, sir.” His words are desperate and slightly muffled by my thighs.
“You will drink us down and lick her clean. Every drop you don’t swallow will be another lash of your ass with a belt later.”
“Oh, fuck. Yes, sir.”
Nico's arms envelop me, holding me tightly against him. “Are you going to be a good girl and hold still for me?”
All I can do is nod. I’m lost, trapped in another dimension where only we exist .
“Words, baby.” But it’s not Nico’s voice. Sinclair is standing in the doorway, holding the top of the frame like he’s trying to restrain himself.
“Yes,” I pant out in a breathy whisper. A second later there’s an ache at my core as he pulls his still-hard cock from inside me, making me want to cry. Benedict’s mouth is on my pussy instantly and I go from bereft to overjoyed in a fraction of a second.
My emotions are raw and exposed and tears of joy threaten to streak my face.
Nico runs a hand up the front of my body, dancing featherlight touches across my skin until he reaches my neck, where he wraps his hand gently around my throat and starts whispering never-ending praise in a tone so loving it feels like he’s praying.
Benedict laps at my pussy—devouring me. Exploring every part of me and savouring the taste of our combined release. The sounds from between my thighs mix with Nico’s pretty words and wash over me, pushing me into a state of rapture.
The whole time, Sinclair watches and the second he meets my gaze, something detonates inside me.
I’m bound by Nico’s hand at my throat, speared by Benedict’s tongue in my cunt, and trapped by Sin’s wanton gaze. All these things happening at once short-circuit my brain and send me to a level of subspace I’ve never experienced.
I surrender everything. I’m lost to them.
Sinclair steps into the room at last, and crosses to cup my face in his hands. “Time to rest, hummingbird. We’ll look after you.”