CHAPTER 4
Everything seems to stop as Viola stands in front of us wearing a matching set of lacy lingerie. I thought my cock was hard before, but seeing her in front of me, showing me everything I’ve been dreaming of since the first time I saw her, I grow even harder. I could pound fucking nails with my shaft right now.
With her eyes covered by a blindfold that Marco puts on, she holds her breath and then blows it out slowly. I watch as her breathing deepens.
“We’re going to show you the kind of play we enjoy, Viola,” Mateo’s voice is smooth and even, but there’s a hint of strain there which tells me this is getting to him more than he’s willing to let on.
How could a woman like Viola not get under his skin. She’s been under mine for a long fucking time. I knew there was only one way Mateo would ever look at her twice—to make him think she could be of use to us. I knew it would be harder for Marco to take her seriously because he rarely takes anything seriously but watching her was the first step.
There’s a waver to Viola’s voice, “What kind is that?”
“The blindfold is a hint,” Marco teases as his fingers trail down and up her arms, barely touching her skin and making her shudder.
“We like to take away the ability to see and sometimes hear in order to enhance your other senses,” Mateo’s eyes are boring into Viola as Marco’s hands run over her body.
“You’ll tell us if it’s too much,” I don’t pose it as a question because it isn’t.
She might have agreed to a night with us, but I want more. So much fucking more. I know Viola Guidice is the woman who is meant to be between the three of us. It won’t happen after one night, but this is the first step in making her ours. Once my brothers realize what we have in front of us right now and what it will mean if we lose her, they’ll get on board.
Mateo might be intent on power, but he’s also possessive as hell. Marco might want to play off most things as a joke, but he will fiercely protect what is his, what is ours.
I’ve known for a while now. Viola is ours.
I stand up and take silent steps closer to the woman who has captured my soul until I’m standing right in front of her. Marco’s hands glide down the side of her torso, snagging her panties and pushing them down over her hips as I reach around and unhook her bra. As it falls to the ground, a pile of lace, I can’t help but take in her perfect, handful sized tits which I can’t wait to touch.
As Marco steps back, Viola sways slightly and I lean forward to feather kisses along her shoulder. I murmur against her skin, “We’re going to make this a night you never forget.”
When I nip at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, a little moan escapes her lips and I want to find more ways to entice her to make more. More sounds. Better sounds. Louder sounds.
Fuck, I want to hear her call our names as we make her shatter between us. My hands grip her hips and squeeze, her soft skin a balm to my soul. Because I know this isn’t the situation that I wanted to find us in. Not that I don’t want her right here and now, but not when she thinks it’s about blackmail and silence.
I’m just enough of a bastard to take her how I can get her. Including coerced.
“You’re beautiful,” I rasp, loving the way she shivers in my arms.
When Marco steps closer again, he’s naked. I almost chuckle because the man doesn’t need much prompting to take off his clothes. I’m a little surprised he wasn’t naked before Viola stepped inside the room. I should consider it a little victory.
Viola gasps when Marco plasters himself to her back and she feels his skin against hers. I watch intently as her nipples harden further at the contact.
Mateo’s voice travels from the corner where he’s still sitting, “Have you played like this before?”
Viola’s voice is a little shaky with desire, “I’ve been blindfolded before, but I’m not going to talk to you about what I’ve done at the club before. Except in terms of hard limits.”
I can practically hear the smirk in my brother’s voice, “Oh? What are your hard limits?”
“I don’t like a lot of pain. I don’t like daddy games or role play. Cum is the only bodily fluid I’m interested in—no blood, spit, or watersports.” I watch as Viola’s skin pinks as she speaks; it’s fucking adorable.
“No problem, princess,” Marco’s voice is full of giddy anticipation.
“Those limits won’t be a problem for us,” I assure her, my lips hovering over hers.
It feels like something breaks between us and whatever was holding us back shatters. I slam my mouth onto Viola’s. The first taste of her, as I swipe my tongue across her lips, causes a groan to rip from my throat. I could become addicted to her taste. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and never thought I could have.
Untouchable.
Unreachable.
What she doesn’t know is that she’s mine, ours, and I’m not going to be able to let her go after one night together. My brothers aren’t ready to admit the same thing, but I know the same is true for them. She’s not a pawn, she’s the fucking queen and I’ll protect her with my dying breath.
Viola’s lips part on a moan and I push my way between them as I feel her body shift, pushing herself back into Marco. I have no doubt his hands are roaming all over her.
“Get her on the bed,” Mateo’s voice is hard as steel.
He’s going to hold himself back until he can’t stand it anymore. He’s always been the one, out of the three of us, to think delaying his gratification makes him stronger or more resolved. Maybe he’s right. Or maybe him not jumping right in is his gift to us. I don’t think it really matters.
Not at this point.
Because I wouldn’t be able to stop if he asked me to. I’m too far gone.
I step away from Viola as Marco scoops her up in his arms and carries her to the bed. I strip out of my clothes, my movements methodical and measured even though everything in me is screaming to rip them away so I can get to the woman I crave faster.
Marco leans over her and adjusts the blindfold, ensuring she can’t see anything. “Spread your legs for us,” he whispers. “Let us see how wet you are for us.”
Her movements are jerky as she widens her legs and I suck in a breath while taking in the glistening lips of her pussy. I let out a low growl as my mouth waters with the need to taste her. I lunge for her and bury my face between her legs and barely hear it when Marco starts to laugh, probably at how eager I am.
Viola’s fingers rake through my hair as her back arches, and she lets out the sexiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard in my life. Her nails dig into my scalp as I suck her clit into my mouth, snarling around her tender flesh because she tastes as good as she looks. I’m barely holding myself back from devouring her whole.
I look up the length of her body to find Marco laying himself down next to our woman. He grasps her wrists and tugs her hands out of my hair before pulling them above her head and anchoring her body into place. She’s laid out just for us and my cock leaks pre-cum at the sight.
Viola struggles against the hold my brother has on her wrists. “Marco, please,” she pleads, “let me touch him.”
I’m momentarily stunned that she knows who is touching her where. The fact that she can tell, especially when she can’t see, only makes me surer about her. She’s perfect for us. I nip at her clit at the same time as I plunge two fingers inside of her wet channel.
Marco slurps one of her hard nipples into his mouth as I start to pump my fingers. Her walls are already fluttering around my digits, and I know it’s not going to take her long to fall over the edge. She’s primed for us, probably has been since she realized who we are.
I can feel Mateo watching and the only thing which proves he’s affected by the show is his labored breathing. If he holds out until the end, I’ll be impressed. I don’t even know what will happen if he breaks before then—it’s never happened before.
Marco shifts the grip he has on Viola’s wrists, gripping them both with one hand. The fingers of his free hand tease around her mouth. When he tugs at her bottom lip with his thumb, she sucks it into her mouth and my brother lets out a feral groan.
“Fuck,” he barks before chuckling and shaking his head as if surprised by his own reaction. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in your pretty little throat, princess.” He growls, “Gonna dirty you all up.”
Viola’s pussy clenches down on my fingers and I smirk against her wet flesh. Sweat starts to coat her skin as her head slashes back and forth. I can feel her impending orgasm growing in strength. As much as I want to watch it in awe, I’m an impatient asshole.
When I rear up onto my knees and sit back on my heels, my cock is standing straight up, throbbing and begging to be buried inside of Viola. She makes a sound of protest in the back of her throat, but I ignore it. I know I left her hanging.
“You can’t just,” her words die on her lips when I grip her hips and yank her into my lap. Marco moves with her as I position my cock at her entrance and plunge deep inside of her with one thrust. She screams out, “Fuck.”
With a pinch of her clit, she explodes around my length while I’m buried deep inside of her. I feel every ripple and it is fucking heaven. I grit my teeth to stop myself from filling her with my cum at the sensation.
Just as quickly as I fill her, I pull out and flip her over onto her hands and knees. “Thanks, brother,” Marco’s voice is filled with gratitude. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was giving me a pleading look to change positions.
I bury myself back inside of Viola in one brutal thrust as my brother moves so he’s in front of her face. His fingers snake into her hair and grip tightly. The way the woman between us arches her back is sexy as fuck and tells us how much she’s enjoying herself.
My grip on her hips is punishing. I want her to feel me for fucking days. I want her to see the bruises left on her skin and know where they came from.
“Yeah, lick your lips like you’re dying to taste my cock, naughty girl,” Marco teases. He chuckles, the sound dark, before he barks, “Open.”
I know the moment Marco plunges his cock inside of our woman because she pushes back against me as if it’ll give her more room in her throat to breathe. It won’t. I thrust forward, trapping her in place and ensuring she’s as filled with cock as possible from both ends.
The gagging sound she makes is almost enough to have me blowing my load. When I glance at Marco, I can tell he’s not doing much better. His jaw is clenched and he’s holding himself rigid. When he looks my way, we nod in unison.
When we start to move, we do it together, pulling out and then filling her at the same time. Her pussy is hot, wet, and squeezing me just fucking right. With the way her muscles tighten around my length, it’s as if she’s begging me for my cum. I’m going to give it to her.
Viola gasps for breath when she can and moans around my brother’s dick when she’s filled. She meets my thrusts as if encouraging me to move faster and harder. I’m never going to disappoint my woman. I give her exactly what she wants and needs, knowing Marco will match my rhythm.
The three of us are building toward a life changing orgasm. I reach around Viola and brush my finger against her clit as Marco grunts, “Now, princess.”
I growl, “Come. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Her pussy clamps down on my dick as Viola lets out a gurgling sound. I bury myself as deep inside of her as I can, and know my brother is doing the same. The sounds of satisfaction, of completion, as we come with the woman between us, sound as if they’re in stereo.
Marco shudders and then falls back as Viola gasps for breath. When I pull out, I do so slowly, wanting to savor every second of being inside this woman. Looking down at her red, swollen pussy, I can’t help but grin at the sight of my cum starting to drip from her.
I didn’t even think about a condom. I don’t give a fuck if she’s on birth control or not. I wanted to fill her with my seed, so I did.
When I hear movement, my head snaps over to see Mateo stand up. I lean over Viola’s back, kissing her shoulder until I can whisper in her ear. “You did so good. So fucking good. Don’t let him scare you, he’s more bark than bite,” I confess softly so I know she’s the only one who can hear me.
When I move away from Viola, I find that Mateo has shed his clothes. His movements are fluid as he moves to kneel on the bed in almost the same spot I just occupied. Mateo’s grip is firm when he grabs our woman and flips her around to face him.
“On your knees,” his voice is cold and almost detached, but I can see the fire burning in his eyes.
Viola’s head lolls to the side slightly and I almost wish I could see her eyes to find out if they’re glazed over and hazy with lust. I bet they are.
Mateo snatches the woman up and she wraps her legs around his waist as her arms loop lazily around his neck. “You like being our little toy, don’t you, Miss Guidice?”
“Yes,” Viola whispers before her lips thin as if she didn’t mean to answer so honestly.
“You’re a fucking mess,” Mateo sneers. He swipes his fingers between her folds. “Look at you, leaking my brother’s cum,” he tries to keep his voice neutral, but I can hear a touch of reverence there. “I’m going to make you even messier.”
Viola shudders and licks her lips. “Please,” she moans.
My eldest brother lifts Viola slightly and then slams her down his length. The way she arches her back and screams has my cock twitching and considering coming back to life already.
There is no finesse as Mateo fucks Viola. It’s all teeth, harsh movements, and snarls. She looks like a fucking rag doll in his arms, even though she tries to hold on and endure. It’s not enough; I don’t think anything she tries would be enough.
He’s unhinged. He pushed himself too fucking long without giving in to what he wants the most. Her.
Mateo doesn’t know it yet, but he wants her and not just for one night. I’m not sure how long it’ll take him to realize it, but it’s clear in the way he takes her. It’s a claiming.
The moans coming out of Viola become sharper and louder. I don’t have to be touching her to know she’s close. Her head falls back, her luxurious dark hair a cascade I want to run my fingers through. Her body tenses as her mouth falls open in a silent scream.
Mateo lets out a primal sound and clutches the woman closer, as if he won’t be letting her go anytime soon. They’re locked together as their bodies shudder.
When Viola goes limp, Mateo grunts softly and lays her down on the bed after pulling his spent cock from her depths.
He was right, he definitely made her messier. I can barely contain my grin.
Even as we get dressed and walk out, although it’s the last thing I want to do, I know this isn’t the last time we’ll see her. My brothers might not realize it, but she’s the endgame. Not power. Not money. It’s her and it always has been.
“Keep following her,” Mateo grits out through his teeth when we go our separate ways at the front door of Club Sin.
There’s a hint of humor in Marco’s voice, “For leverage?”
Mateo doesn’t say anything in response. His silence is deafening, and it has me sharing a look with my middle brother. It’s a whole lot more than leverage.