LVI
Hazel Winters
T ell me how this has happened...
Two Italian, ripped, mafia men stood behind me in the bathroom... doing my skincare routine with me.
I smirk at Andros and Dawson as they watch me apply the moisturiser to my face before grabbing the bottle from me and doing the same thing. My smile widens as I watch them fight over the tube of moisturiser.
Children.
Rolling my eyes, I finish rubbing the cream into my skin before heading out the bathroom. The smile never leaves my lips when I see Atlas and Theo both in my bed, topless with their arms behind their heads, smiling at me.
They've left a space in between each other which I eagerly climb onto, pulling the covers over me as I go.
Within a second of my back hitting the mattress, Atlas has pulled me to rest on his chest, Theo quickly manoeuvring to press against my back.
I let out a sigh of relief as I relax into them, feeling more at home than I have in weeks.
We’d spent the day lounging around, with each of them doing little acts of service that showcase how truthful they were about making it up to me.
"Not fucking fair!" I lift my head from Atlas to see Andros and Dawson both standing by the bathroom door, glares on their faces and arms crossed.
What is it about these men always choosing to be topless?
Not that I’m complaining.
"Your skin is glowing," I giggle at them, quickly stopping when Andros gives me a daring look.
"You teasing us, Spitfire? It's been too long since I fucked the attitude out of you," Dawson raises his eyebrows at me.
"Dawson, I've just started my period," I whine, squirming, which results in Atlas smirking under me and Theo letting out a groan.
"Little One, stop wiggling, please. You're killing me here," Theo groans into my ear, making me freeze as a blush spreads across my face.
"Sorry," I giggle before looking up to Dawson who is still trying to challenge me. I avert my gaze to Andros and jut my head, beckoning him to come closer.
I watch as he circles the bed, grabbing onto my hair as he grips the side of my head. I inhale a sharp breath as he pulls me into a passionate kiss, only releasing me when I am completely breathless.
"Sleep well, Angel," he whispers against my lips before pecking them one last time and walking out the room.
Dawson walks round to take his place, him too pulling me into a breathless kiss.
"As soon as you're off your period, Spitfire, I swear to god," he warns, his voice deep against my lips. I bite my bottom lip instinctively, earning a groan from him. He pulls it out from between my teeth with his thumb and kisses me again before following Andros out the door.
He’s relentless. My period started this morning, after they had thoroughly fucked me last night. You’d think he would have got it out of his system, but he’s already planning the next time.
Insatiable.
My eyebrows furrow as they leave the room, already hating that they’ve left. After being separated for weeks, I don’t like us being apart anymore.
"They'll be back tomorrow, Principessa," Atlas soothes me, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. I nod against him, closing my eyes as tiredness creeps in.
"As for waiting till you're off your period... I don't mind a bit of blood, in fact, I quite like it" Theo whispers in my ear, making my eyes open instantly, growing wide in surprise.
"W-what did you just say?" I ask him, thinking I mish-heard him.
"You heard me... and guess what, little Darling," he continues, his voice low and gravelly but loud enough for Atlas to hear.
"Wh-what?" A blush spreads across my face as I keep it turned away from him.
"So does Atlas," he chuckles and I hear Atlas smirk underneath me. I hide my face in his chest instinctively, embarrassment dominating my body.
This is not real.
Just wake up, Hazel.
They both start chuckling as I keep my face buried, too red-faced to look at them.
"Babygirl, stop hiding," Atlas squeezes my arm a little and I reluctantly pull my face away from his chest, sitting up to face them both. I watch in horror as their hungry eyes move from my flushed face down to between my legs.
"Stop!" I warn them, pointing at them instructively. Their eyes snap up to mine, filling with amusement when they see the pure horror on my face.
"No!" I scold them like naughty dogs, making their amusement only grow.
"Let's just go to sleep, Principessa," Atlas chuckles, making me scowl at him before laying back down to my previous position. I swing my leg and arm over Atlas, laying my head on his chest as he lies on his back. Theo moves to press against my back, his heavy arm slung across my waist.
I let out a moan of relaxation, smirking slightly when I feel both of them tense at the sound.
"Sleep, little Darling, or we will fuck you right now," Theo whispers in my ear, making me bite my lip to suppress a nervous giggle. I fight to not press my legs together.
I don't want them to know I'm turned on.
I'd have no chance.
It would be like letting starved animals out of a cage into a room of meat.
No thanks.
Not today, Satan.
Not in this current climate.
I close my eyes, letting the warmth of their bodies aid me into a slumber.
I must have been asleep for a few hours because when I wake up again, it is pitch black outside, only the lights of New York illuminating the sky.
I listen for Atlas and Theo's soft deep breathing.
They're asleep.
Careful not to wake them, I manoeuvre myself from their bodies and climb out of the bed.
On my tiptoes, I creep out of the bedroom and grab my phone from the kitchen counter.
I freeze when I see the messages on the lock screen, sent a few hours ago.
Unknown: You forgave them, Hazy?
Unknown: I really didn't want to do this.
Unknown: How's Andros's sister?
Unknown: Alessia, was it?
Unknown: It would be a real shame if your actions resulted in something happening to her.
Unknown: Wouldn't it?
A silent sob escapes my lips as I clasp my hand over my mouth, sliding down onto the floor. Tears begin to spill out of my eyes as I let the phone drop to the floor next to me.
Fuck, what have I done?