Chapter 32
Bruno steps in to take my hand. Pulls me to him for a greeting, like a polite hug and an air-kiss, but then he gently, easily spins me to him. So he’s behind, with his arms around me. I’m pressed against him. The sheer hot strength and solidness of his body excites me and energizes me, like he flipped my ignition.
My nipples sting. I try to resist pushing back against him with my ass. I’m semi-successful, resisting. Damn chemistry. It’s confusing enough being in this situation in a battle-zone between the two brothers. Having my insides chime in like a Greek chorus is distracting, to say the least.
Bruno leans his head to talk into my ear, his head next to mine. “I’ve seen how your eyes light up at me.” He’s talking softly to me, but I know he’s giving Alessio a message, too. “There’s something between us, Princess. A fire that’s only ours. You feel it, too. I know you do.” His arms are strong and warm. I feel like he could protect me from anything. And I feel like he would, too.
Now his protective arm is around me, but his hand moves up to cup and hold my breast. And I know that’s also as much of a signal to Alessio as it is to me. And I feel like I’m being made use of. And, again, my body and me have opposite views about that.
Alessio’s eyes burn. He doesn’t move, but I can almost feel the heat of his vibration from here. His jaw works, and he presses the cleft of his chin with his middle fingers. He pushes it like he’s trying to erase a mark.
“You can’t own her, little brother.” Alessio’s voice is tight like a stretched wire. “She’s Carlo’s.”
I’m thinking back to him in my room, and on the drive in the limo. That wasn’t the impression your cock was giving me, Alessio. But I have the good sense to keep quiet.
“You know that Alessio can’t give himself to you, Lucy. He’s too concerned about his ‘destiny’ as the future don. Head of the family. And nothing matters more than that, does it, bro?”
“You don’t know what I will or won’t do,” Alessio snarls. “Anyway, you know why that is.”
“Yeah. It’s because your daddy…”
Alessio’s face is stone. “Stop. Stop right there. Maybe we will let our little Cinders into the secrets in our old family vaults. But not now. Not yet.”
“Not really so old though, are they?”
“Careful, Bruno.” For the first time, Alessio sounds like he’s in command. An emperor, showing his power. I feel like a waterfall dropped through me. “Don’t put her in danger.”
I feel Bruno nod. He straightens, relaxing up to his full height, and I’m awash inside with a storm of emotion.
Alessio prowls around us. Bruno turns, turning me with him. I’m pressed tight against Bruno’s hard chest, but his heartbeat stays steady. He gives nothing away.
Now, Alessio steps close. I’m wedged between the two men. Pressed close enough to feel their heat. Their breath. Their pulses. Two male bodies, both hot and hard. And getting harder by the second. Bruno lengthens against my ass, nudging near the base of my spine.
I’m sandwiched. Alessio pushes against my stomach. I could scoot down and take him between my tits. He licks his lips. I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. I can’t see Bruno, so I can’t even guess what he’s thinking. As his hardness is lengthening against my back, though, I can tell what he’s thinking about. The details may be in darkness, like the room, but as for subject matter, I have hard evidence.
Now I’m self conscious about my hands. I don’t know where to put them. Two urgent needs spring immediately to mind, two pressing items, both growing weightier with each tense and steamy breath.
I could get a grip on them both. That would please me, for sure. I’m not sure if it would simplify the situation though, or make it more entangled. I’m finding it harder to breathe, pressed harder and tighter between these two powerful men.
If I try to speak, to say something about it, I’m sure my voice would crack. And, anyway, whatever it is they’re doing, the last thing I want is for either of them to stop. Even though it feels like any second they might try to kill each other.
Bruno’s voice is dark and spicy in my ear. “Think about it, Lucy. Life with me wouldn’t just be about power and protection.” He’s in my ear, but his eyes are locked with Alessio’s. “It’s an adventure, Princess. It’s thrills. Passion. The high-stakes game that I know you’re built for. He can’t offer you thrills like that. He’s all about status.”
Finally, Alessio can’t stay silent anymore. “Are you sure Bruno’s up to beating all of your demons down? I have the power. I’ll smash anyone who threatens you.”
My hands have slipped, one forward, one back. First, to hold and squeeze both their asses. I pull them both tighter to me. I grip their smooth, round glutes, my breath flutters, and my nipples harden till they’re sore. Two very different asses, but both muscular and strong. One man in each hand.
This day has taken a lot of twists and turns, but I’m in no way ready for this. Not that I’d be complaining, even if I could trust myself to speak.
There’s such a power struggle between these two, it’s becoming explosive, and I’m right in the middle of it. My blood is hot and pumping hard. Now my hands are wandering, sliding around, moving forward. On the hunt for two fat cocks.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?”
Carlo stands in the doorway.
“I knew I could count on you two to crash my party. I should have realized you wouldn’t be happy having a little dance and a drink and waiting for me. Of course you two pigs had to eat all the cakes and pop all the balloons, before I even got here.”
Bruno says, “Chill, young’n.” He pulls me tighter. “There’s plenty left to pop. Me and the big guy were just wallowing deep in brotherly love.”
I want to break away. Go to Carlo. But both men tighten their hold on me.
Alessio says, “Sure, C. Come and join the mutual admiration society. Give us some of your smartass barb before we all turn Californian and dissolve in a gooey pool of peace and love.”
Tempers are rising, and so are the two hard cocks I’m jammed in between. I should try to pry myself out of their grasp, but I’m held too tightly. And the combination of sex and danger, with a rising edge of violence, is too dizzyingly thrilling.
“Dude,” Carlo tells Alessio, “you’re so out of date. All the hippies in the Golden State flipped into tech bro capitalists. Now they’re all about stock options, cash-outs and living forever on the harvested blood of virgins.”
I can’t read the look he gives me, but it’s brief and I’m not sure if I like it. It’s now that I’m realizing that, while Bruno and Alessio practically made me swear to keep our intimate exchanges secret, they’ve all been shouting all of the details around like WWE boasts or spring-break deals in Vegas.
And Alessio and Carlo do let me go. So now it’s about the three men.
There’s an iron tang of blood in the air.