72. Valentin
72
VALENTIN
Ana Costa was my wife. My wife . Angelo Costa was my husband. As was the Russo whelp. And for the first time in my life, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Our wedding had been beautiful, my wife was beautiful, and watching the entire criminal world of Yorkfield turn out to support Ana was an unexpected delight.
Luca married her legally, allowing him to take over the Costa empire. I’d married Angelo legally, remembering how hard it’d been to get into Ana’s hospital room. I couldn’t bear for fucking bureaucrats to keep me from Angelo if he was ever seriously hurt.
Then we’d used the same lawyer as Luca’s sisters to draw up airtight contracts binding the four of us together so tightly we’d never untangle ourselves.
Exactly how we wanted it.
“ Tu as l’air contente ,” my mother said, interrupting my thoughts. You look happy.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” I told her, watching Ana and Angelo twirl around the dance floor, the curve of her belly in no way hindering her graceful movement. Six months pregnant, and she glowed with joy. Fucking gorgeous.
“ Elle te fait du bien ,” Maman continued. She’s good for you. “You’re relaxed.”
Was I? Luca swept Ana out of Angelo’s arms, and the sound of my wife’s laughter rang out, beautiful and carefree.
Maman kissed my forehead. “And your in-laws are fucking crazy.”
I grinned up at the woman who’d raised me, who’d sold her body and sacrificed everything to send me across the Sahara and on a boat to France, who I could never pay back for everything she’d done for me.
“I love her, and if that means tolerating the Russos?—”
“And the Costas,” she said dryly.
“ Maman ,” I protested. “You’ve known Angelo for years.”
“He’s good for you too,” she said. “They balance you, and Luca will keep you from turning cruel.”
“You think the others won’t?”
My mother laughed from deep in her belly. “Ana Costa is going to rule your family with an iron fist. Luca will do it with a smile.”
On that parting note, I rose, intending to lead Ana to a quiet corner so I could tell her just how much I loved her, only to find her beckoning me.
“Time to go,” she murmured. “We can slip out the back gate and go home, and nobody will notice until it’s too late.”
The moment we were in the limousine, I dragged her mouth to mine, licking the seam of her lips until she let me in. “I love you, princess,” I said against her lips, sliding my hands over her dress, frustrated at how impossible it was to touch her in this get-up.
“Patience, ma?tre ,” she whispered.
I tangled my hands in her hair, scattering pins everywhere so I could angle her head and kiss my way down her throat, leaving red marks from the force of my ardor.
Angelo sat opposite her. He leaned forward and inched her dress up her thighs. “Put on your seatbelt, pet.”
Ana grinned and didn’t move. I tugged hard on her hair until a tear streaked down her cheek. “Your daddy told you to do something.”
“Make me,” she said.
Luca’s snort of laughter brought a smile to my lips. I cupped her left breast with my hand, admiring how neatly it fit into my palm. “Princess, are you sure you want to play this game?”
Her eyes darkened with lust, and she arched her back, pushing her breast into my hand. “Who says it’s a game?”
I pinched her nipple hard through her bra, and she gasped but didn’t pull back.
“Put your fucking seatbelt on,” I growled. “Or we won’t play any games at all.”
“Promises, promises,” she answered with a smile and did exactly as she was told. The thought of losing her again kept me up at night. Most nights if I was being honest.
“Spread your legs like the filthy slut you are,” Angelo told her, never moving his hands from her knees. Ana let her legs fall open, and he swore. “You’re not wearing anything under that dress.”
I’d never been so jealous of Angelo as when he dropped to his knees and tasted heaven between her thighs.
Ana writhed on the back seat of the limo as Angelo ate his fill. Too soon, or not soon enough, we pulled into the basement parking garage of our building.
Luca swept her into his arms and carried her to the elevator. Her giggles lightened my heart. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured. “And I’m heavy.”
“You deserve to be carried over the threshold,” I told her, pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her gently. I placed my hand on her belly, not surprised to feel our baby kicking wildly. “And Luca’s strong enough to carry the love of our lives.”
God, I’d never get enough of her laughter. I began to understand why Luca spent so much time clowning for her.
But clowning was the last thing on my mind when Luca captured her lips and made her moan.
Angelo led us into the apartment and then snatched Ana out of Luca’s arms, setting her on her feet.
“Strip,” he commanded.
Ana kicked off her shoes and dropped her veil on the floor before sliding the straps of her gown off her shoulders. Luca moved behind her to unzip it, then shoved it over her hips.
He unhooked her bra, and she stood before us, naked as the day she was born, glowing and effervescent in the moonlight.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said and ran my fingers down her arms, pleased to see gooseflesh follow the path of my fingers. Electricity crackled between us.
“Kneel,” Angelo said.
Luca offered her a hand so she could clamber down.
“Crawl to the bedroom,” he continued. When she didn’t immediately follow his instructions, I pulled out the dragon whip I kept in my pocket and sent it slicing across her ass.
Ana yelped in surprise, then moaned. God, she was such a slut for pain. So fucking perfect for us.
The three of us watched her perfectly curved ass sway as she made her way over the carpeted floors to our bedroom. Luca had insisted on renovating when he saw how much time she spent on her knees, and I hated to admit it, but the whelp was right.
I loved Ana on her knees.
I loved it when she begged for me to hurt her.
But I didn’t love it when the hard tile made her so uncomfortable she couldn’t focus on the pain I intended to inflict.
So we installed plush carpet to make crawling easier on our wife’s knees.
She reached the bedroom and looked over her shoulder as if to ask what was next.
Luca was there again to help her stand, but not before I got a good look at that glistening pussy, ready for me to shove my cock inside of her.
“On the bed,” Angelo said. I trailed behind, grabbing my flogger off the dresser, content to let him take the lead.
Luca stripped, then laid down on the bed. “Come sit on my face, my love.”
I never got tired of watching him wrap his arms around her thighs and drag her forward until she had no choice but to let him do with her as he willed.
“Luca, I weigh too much,” she protested, looking at me like I would stop him from doing a goddamned thing.
“You don’t,” I reassured her.
“But I’m so heavy right now,” she said, a faint whine in her voice as he nuzzled at her pussy.
“And it’s so fucking hot,” Luca said before diving right in and doing what he loved best—pleasuring our wife. “You’re pregnant with our baby. We bred you, baby, and I love how fucking round your belly is. I can’t wait to see those perfect tits spilling over with milk.”
I stripped, fascinated with the thought of Ana’s breasts leaking milk, at the idea of cleaning her up, of?—
Angelo dropped to his knees in front of me and wrapped his fist around my cock. “ Ti amo ,” he murmured. “I don’t say that to you enough. But I’m so fucking glad we’re tied together legally now and not just because we’re lovers.”
He licked at the tip then sucked my soul out of my body as he took me deep down his throat.
“ Je t’aime aussi ,” I moaned, unable to form a coherent thought as his throat closed around me.
Ana cried out, throwing her head back and exposing the long column of her throat, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
Luca’s cock bobbed madly, and my mouth watered with want.
Ana looked over her shoulder and caught the direction of my gaze. She tried to shift away from Luca so she could pleasure Angelo, only for Luca to make a noise of protest and hold her tighter.
Angelo stood and I slammed my lips down on his, the salty taste of my pre-cum still on his lips.
I swiped the floggers from where I’d dropped them on the floor and reached around Ana to show them to her. Since we’d almost lost her to Boris, I wanted the reassurance that she wanted everything I did to her as much as I wanted to do it to her. “Princess, are you ready?”
Ana nodded. “So fucking ready.”
I flicked them across Ana’s back in a quick one-two motion, careful not to let the tips curl around her sides. She whined.
“You like that, princess?”
“ Ma?tre , please,” she begged so fucking prettily. I began a series of strokes that slowly turned her skin red, heating her skin gradually and continually, until she was sobbing between the pain I inflicted and the pleasure that Luca drew from her with his mouth.
Angelo crawled up on the bed and sprawled between Luca’s legs, careful not to get into the path of my flogger, and slid a well-lubed finger into her ass.
“Don’t you dare come,” Luca said from between her legs.
Angelo’s face brushed against Luca’s cock, and Luca froze for a second before relaxing. “Angelo?”
Angelo didn’t apologize, but he shifted away.
“No,” Luca breathed. “Don’t go.”
Angelo took Luca’s cock in one hand while he slowly fucked Ana’s ass with the other. I was going to combust with desire.
“Fuck,” Luca swore.
“Daddy?” Ana asked.
Angelo shushed her. “Easy, angel. I’m just getting to know the whelp a little bit better.”
Luca laughed desperately against Ana’s pussy, and she shifted, moaning as the movement pressed Angelo’s fingers deeper into her ass.
“What do you mean?” She looked over her shoulder, and her eyes went wide. And then her lips parted with lust. “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” she murmured.
I captured her lips in mine, allowing Angelo and Luca a minute on their own to adjust to this radical change in our relationship.
Or maybe it wasn’t that radical.
We’d been sleeping in the same bed since we’d convinced Ana to stay with us, living together, sharing showers, sharing her.
This felt right.
Angelo bent to brush his lips over Luca’s cock, and Luca whined. “Fuck, Angelo.”
Angelo laughed. “One day soon, I promise.”
Together, we maneuvered Ana over Luca’s body so she could sink down onto him. They moaned in unison, as if they’d been waiting for this moment their entire lives.
“Wife,” he said, staring into her eyes.
“Husband,” she said, smiling right back at him. “Husbands,” she corrected. “Get a fucking move on.”
I flicked her back with the flogger again. “Who’s in charge in this household?”
“Ana is,” Angelo said, tugging her face back so he could kiss her upside down.
“Damn straight,” Luca agreed, his voice raspy with lust.
Angelo sunk into our wife’s ass, bottoming out and making her writhe on his and Luca’s cocks.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and prepared Angelo for me, more quickly than I normally would, desperate to join my family in wedded bliss.
“Fuck,” he swore when I entered him.
I immediately pulled out, worried I’d pushed too far, too fast, ignoring the strictures of our relationship because I was so fucking eager to fuck him.
“No,” he said, reaching an arm around his back and clasping me to him. “Don’t stop.”
I drove back into him, driving him forward into Ana. She whined and writhed, begging us for more.
Luca and I began an intense rhythm that made our lovers wild with need. Angelo fell forward, catching himself on his arms before he could crush Ana, and I fucked him roughly, like I fucked her, driving his cock into her perfect ass, driving her onto Luca’s cock.
I reached around Angelo to pinch her clit, and she exploded, shuddering and crying out as she came.
“Another,” Luca gasped. “You’re not done yet.”
“I’m not,” she whined, her voice rising as she crested again and again, until Angelo joined her, coming inside her with a ragged shout. Luca followed, and I continued to pound Angelo’s ass until the most powerful climax of my life overtook me.
I shuddered and shook as I emptied myself inside him, and then waited there, breathing hard, full of love for these three people who’d upended my entire life.
“I love you,” I said softly. “All three of you.”
Angelo slapped Ana’s ass and then said, “I love you fuckers too.”
“Me three,” Luca said. “But you fuckers are heavy, so if you wouldn’t mind holding the lovey-dovey shit until you’re off me, I’d appreciate it.”
I stepped back, and Angelo did the same, pulling out of Ana. Ana collapsed to Luca’s side, her round belly resting between them.
I bent to kiss Luca’s forehead, then Ana’s, then her stomach—our unborn child—before going to wash up.
As I wiped Ana down, she stroked my cheek.
“I love you too. All of you.”
I stroked my fingers over her belly. “You’re perfect.”
Angelo curled up behind me.
Luca remained splayed out on his back, still breathing hard. “Who needs to hit the gym when I have you all to keep me in shape?”
“Just imagine what it’s going to be like chasing a kid around,” Ana said as she traced her fingers up his toned stomach.
“I can’t fuckin’ wait.”
Me either.