CHAPTER 3
“Strip down to your panties,” my voice is rough and feels like shards of glass in my throat.
Fleur’s beautiful blue eyes come up and meets my gaze. I know she must see the hunger there; the need I have for her. It’s something I don’t entirely understand. She has always been around, and I had to have been blind not to see her before now. It was only the knowledge that she should be off limits—untouchable—which kept me from considering her as more than Viola’s best friend.
Lately, for a lot longer than the time since my sister’s birthday dinner, I’ve been fighting to remember all the reasons I couldn’t pull Fleur against my chest and make her scream my name. My brothers’ names.
I’ve never considered sharing a woman before, but there’s something about Fleur that has me thinking the only way to have her is between myself and my brothers. It makes no fucking sense, but it’s true all the same.
I watch with unbridled pride as Fleur squares her shoulders and reaches to her side and unzips her dress. The gold fabric looks like liquid as it slides down her body and pools at her feet. There’s a challenge in her eyes, one I’m not at all surprised to see.
I’ve kept her in a box, so have my brothers, for too many years for her to trust this.
That’s fine. She doesn’t need to trust my words or my intentions, but she will feel every one of my actions. As my hands skim over her skin. As I fill her with my cock. As I make promises with my body that can’t be broken, vows that can’t be erased or forgotten.
Her perfectly round tits are on display since our woman isn’t wearing a bra. The panties she has on barely cover her pussy and are gold, just like her dress. The tease of seeing almost all of her has my mouth watering.
“Fuck, I bet she tastes as good as she looks,” Gio groans.
From the corner of my eye, I watch him reach down and adjust his cock in his pants, giving it a squeeze. I’m tempted to do the same, especially when Fleur’s eyes blaze with need as she takes in the action. I don’t give into the impulse.
Instead, I grab the white and gold corset hanging on the wall.
I don’t know what drew us to this room, but the moment I saw it, I could see us dressing up our little doll, pulling the ribbons of the corsets tight and testing the limits of both her mind and her body. I’ve never put a corset on a woman before, even though I’ve seen some wearing them. Dressing someone up wasn’t something I found interesting, but since I saw the inside of Room Eight, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
“You guys aren’t going to chicken out of this, right?” Fleur’s voice is full of accusation and a hint of hurt which has my heart aching, “You aren’t going to wind me up and then decide you were right about me all these years and I’m nothing more than your sister’s best friend?”
Rocco growls, “You’re ours, Fleur.” My youngest brother’s fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of our woman’s neck and she gasps softly. He uses his hold on her to pull her up to her tiptoes and tilt her back. She’s completely at his fucking mercy; it’s something I want to experience for myself. “You might not believe it right now and that’s fine. I won’t tell you how long I’ve known you belong to us, not until you’re ready to hear it.” He leans in, his nose brushing against hers as her lips part and she starts panting. “But you need to hear this—we won’t ever leave you wanting. Not tonight. Never fucking again.”
“I hope I don’t have to change my mind about you, Rocco,” she whispers, “and consider you a liar.”
The grin he gives her is feral as fuck. I watch her tits jiggle slightly with every breath she takes as I stride closer to my woman and my brother. Their eyes are locked, something passing between them that has jealousy striking through me before I push it aside.
There is no room here for jealousy.
We will each give her something she needs, something she craves, and we will get all of her in return.
It simply is. Just like I always knew what my role would be in the family business—it just is.
“Gonna love taming you,” Gio sounds giddy as fuck and when I look at him, his eyes are heated, and his smile is so big on his face that his cheeks must be hurting.
When she looks over at him, she rolls her eyes and sasses, “You can certainly try.”
“We are definitely going to dress you up like our little doll, Tesoro,” there’s a warning in my voice as I move closer to her.
“No one has ever dressed me up before,” she admits. The way she bites on her lip has me wanting to take a nip myself.
“Arms up,” I grit out through my teeth, a feral need riding me hard now that I’m standing so close to her.
I’m thankful as fuck the corset I’ve chosen is already partially laced. I don’t know what I would do if they weren’t. My body is already vibrating with the need to touch her and skim my hands over her skin to see if it erupts in goosebumps with my touch.
Unable to deny myself, I run my knuckles of one hand along her rib cage as she raises her arms. With her blue eyes blinking up at me and filled with so much emotion—need, longing, pleading restraint, admiration, trust, and a hint of fearful restraint—it’s hard to focus on bringing the corset down around her head. I realize my hands are shaking as my brothers circle our woman and help me out.
When we pull the corset down and settle it around her torso, the three of us grunt in approval at the way Fleur, without a hint of shame, reaches in and adjusts her tits. The way she clutches the front against her is all innocence, but the way her breathing picks up is wanton. It’s a contradiction I want to explore, one I’m torn between wanting to protect and obliterate.
The fabric around Fleur’s full breasts is white and covered in white lace, but the portion of the bodice that wraps around her middle is a color between the gold of her dress and champagne. It shimmers in the room and a feeling of opulence sinks into my skin. I wonder if she can feel it too.
“Is dressing me up all you’re planning to do?” Fleur’s voice wavers slightly, “That isn’t exactly the night I was looking for.”
I lean into her and nip at the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, making her body tighten. “I would ask what kind of night you were looking for, but it’ll only piss me off, Tesoro.”
She swallows and I watch the delicate curve of her neck as she does. When I stand at my full height, I look into her eyes, hoping she can see the truth. “We will be doing so much more than dressing you up. I didn’t even know I needed to see you like this,” my eyes skate down her body and then back up, “but it is a vision.”
“She’s not even laced up yet,” Rocco points out, his voice gruff, but I can hear a hint of wonder there as well.
I turn Fleur around gently until she’s facing Gio with her back to me. I groan at the way the material of the thong she’s wearing disappears between the globes of her ass. My palms itch to spank her, but the gaping ribbons of the corset are calling to me. I want to pull and tug until the material of the garment is wrapped around our woman lovingly…and then I want to pull a little tighter until she’s not sure if she will be able to take another full breath ever again.
It”s a little sick and depraved, but I find I don’t care.
“You look good enough to eat,” Giovanni’s voice is thick and the amusement my brother normally wraps around himself is almost completely gone.
His hands reach out and he runs the tips of his fingers along Fleur’s jaw and then down over her neck. I watch a shiver work its way up her spine and can’t help but smile. She’s so fucking responsive.
“Do you like being on display like this for us?” Gio’s voice is deep with a hint of darkness he normally only shows to those who need to see it, those who underestimate him because of the mask he normally wears. “Do you like being our little doll?”
“Yes,” Fleur’s breathy whisper is loud as it wisps around us, filling the space in way only she can.
Gio’s hands stray over her shoulders, and I glance at Rocco to see him watching our brother’s hands on our woman with heat in his gaze. Gio doesn’t stop, he continues the gentle teasing torture, his fingers barely grazing over the swell of her breasts where she’s holding the corset in place in front of her. His touch circles back up to her shoulders where he grips her, not hard enough to bruise, but enough for her to know she’s caught.
That she’s ours.
“Lace her up, brother,” Gio grunts. “I want to see her all cinched up and ready to be played with.”
I growl in the back of my throat at the thought and let my fingertips run along the lace edge of the corset where it hits right under her shoulder blades. I give Rocco a nod and he joins me at our woman’s back.
We start to tighten the ribbons together, our movements methodical and in synch. There’s something almost meditative about it and with every adjustment I make, the more turned on I get. I don’t know whether it’s the ritual of what we’re doing or the way I can feel Fleur’s own arousal as if it’s my own that is working me up the most, but I already know this won’t be the last time I tighten her into something like this.
“You look so damn pretty, Tesoro,” Gio rasps.
I look over Fleur’s shoulder and see a look of awe on his face I’ve never seen before. Of the three of us, he’s never been shy about chasing women. I have always preferred to keep my relationships and conquests more private and that is even truer for Rocco. Gio has always embraced a playboy persona and I figured it was more about the mask he wears than anything else.
“So fucking sexy,” Gio grits out through his teeth.
With the laces tightened to the point that Fleur no longer needs to hold onto the front of the corset, Gio runs his fingertips down her arms before gripping her hands and pulling them out in front of her. It feels like she’s at our mercy with the way he’s holding onto her while Rocco and I are at her back.
I share a look with my youngest brother, and he nods in understanding before we start in on the laces again, this time tightening them with more purpose. As the sides of the back of the corset get closer together while working the excess length towards the bottom, Gio holds her steady.
When we start to pull around the bottom of her ribcage, Fleur lets out a gasp and then a low moan. I look down her body to see the way she’s rubbing her thighs together and my cock throbs.
“You like the feeling of the fabric tightening around you?” When she doesn’t answer me right away, I lean forward and brush my lips against her neck and prod, “Do you?”
“Yes,” she moans softly, her breathing a little labored, mostly by her arousal, but not completely. “I love it.”
“The perfect little doll for us,” Rocco grunts.
“Should we fuck you with you tied all tight like this?” Gio’s voice is on the edge of dangerous. “Where you’re not sure if you’ll be able to breathe through your orgasm or have to beg us to loosen the ties?”
“Fuck,” the word is drawn out as Fleur’s head tilts back on her shoulders.
“Tell us, Tesoro,” Gio asks, “have you ever had three men at once?”
“No,” there’s a hesitancy in her answer that has me wanting to burn Club Sin down just for being a place where she’s met and found pleasure with other men. It’s irrational and a little unhinged, but I don’t give a fuck. “I’m not one to fuck and tell,” she sasses breathlessly.
Gio chuckles, the sound throaty. “I don’t think my brothers and I really want to know the details.”
“No,” I grit out through my teeth, my hands pulling harder at the next few ties of the corset, wanting to punish her for being with any other man. “Then we’d have to kill them.”
Gio makes a humming sound. “Too true, brother. Too fucking true.”
“Oh please,” Fleur scoffs. “I’ve seen women throw themselves at the three of you.”
Rocco leans in and bites Fleur’s shoulder, hard enough that she lets out a yelp and I can’t help but grin with satisfaction. “Not the same. You’re ours,” he growls, a feral quality to her words.
Fleur shifts a little before Gio groans, “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”
I know without looking that he’s found a way to get a hand down the scrap of fabric she has covering her pussy. The next thing I hear is the sound of fabric ripping and Fleur makes a sound of protest in her throat.
“And fucking tight,” Gio adds, and I can only imagine the tight, wet heat he’s plunged his digits inside of.
Fleur starts to pant, unable to take full breaths with how tightly we have the ties, as Rocco and I finish up. His hands slide down her body, over her ass and thighs as mine start to explore her torso. I test how far my hands can span on her waist now that she’s tied tightly inside the luxurious fabric her torso is encased in.
“Beautiful,” I murmur and lean into her neck, peppering it with kisses and little nips, unable to help myself.
I taste her skin and know I won’t be able to wait long to be buried inside of her.
My brothers must have the same thought because the three of us take a step back from her at the same time. The action has her turning quickly, her eyes wide as she looks at Rocco and me, an accusation right there under the surface.
When we start to remove our clothes, she looks back at Gio to find him doing the same and then I watch the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—her surrender.