Chapter 55
Enzo wasn’t kidding when he said I’d like my surprise. As he guides me into the den, my breath escapes me. My desk has been pushed back, the cushions from the couch are spread across the floor, and blankets are draped all over. Fairy lights decorate the room, giving it a romantic edge that makes my heart swell. These men never fail to surprise me.
Levi and Luca stand proudly behind the masterpiece, grinning from ear to ear while Giovanni sits casually on the now cushion-bare couch. I grin as I take in all the effort that’s gone into this. They’ve even ordered pizza, and there’s an assortment of candy sitting on a table that also houses a film projector.
My gaze whips to the wall opposite, noting the large screen covering it.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Enzo growls in a tone that coaxes the throbbing between my legs to return. I thought seeing Enzo in action would turn me off, even more so with the way he stripped Falcone of his own flesh. But it’s only heightened my desire for him, to the point I’m now fucking him in front of dead guys. I’m well aware that somewhere along the way I must have damaged a part of my brain, because none of that can be normal. But Enzo doesn’t even bat an eyelid at my weird fetish, he embraces it. I mean, who wouldn’t when you’re getting fucked, right?
“Wanna watch a movie?” Levi asks with a deviant smile.
“A movie?” I laugh, gaze bouncing between Levi and Luca. “The last time we watched a movie…”
“We didn’t watch it?” Levi continues, wiggling his eyebrows with insinuation before pacing towards me. He leans down to brush his lips over mine, his hot breath teasing me with promises I want him to fulfill. “That’s the whole point,” he whispers, the confession full of lustful promise that makes me shiver with excitement.
He runs his thumb along my bottom lip that I know is still swollen from mine and Enzo’s antics in Nico’s human freezer. His eyes track the gesture until he pauses at the side of my lip and smirks knowingly. “You missed a spot.”
I inwardly groan, ignoring the flash of desire rippling through me. “I’ll go get changed,” I suggest before anyone can stop me. I still need to clean up the mess running down my legs from Enzo fucking me against the wall. Sure, it was quick, but my orgasm was otherworldly, like he just unlocked the next level of my sexual appetite and I can’t think of a better way to spend the holidays.
I refuse to let my fingers linger when I finally make it into the shower, pushing away the thoughts of my men doing something as romantic as a home movie night. I wonder what movie we won’t watch?
Finishing up as quickly as I can—while making sure I removed all of Falcone’s blood—I dress in a baggy tee and sleep shorts. I bypass putting on underwear because let’s face it, I’m not going to need them, then I make my way back downstairs to the den.
The boys are already getting comfortable, Levi and Luca on one side, with Giovanni and Enzo on the other. But the gap between Giovanni and Enzo is clearly reserved for me—something I imagine they’ve planned.
I sit my little ass down when Giovanni playfully pats the empty space, instantly wrapping his arm around my waist to drop a kiss on my temple. This might be the first time he’s shown this type of affection in front of everyone else, but from the look I catch him exchanging with Enzo, it’s welcomed.
“So what movie are we watching?” I ask Levi.
He wiggles his brows mischievously. I already know what he’s going to say before he says it and I groan aloud, throwing my head back onto Giovanni’s shoulder. “We’re not watching the Godfather!”
“Why not?” he counters. “We could learn a thing or two,” he chuckles.
Luca grunts beside him, nudging him with his elbow. “I’m not cutting off a horse’s head,” he murmurs.
We all burst out laughing at his statement, because nobody has ever done that in the history of La Cosa Nostra. Still, it doesn’t stop Levi from pressing play on the movie and handing the boxes of pizza out. Tucking into Giovanni’s side, I take a slice of pepperoni from the box in his lap. The rolling credits start, and even though we’ve probably all seen this movie before, we get absorbed in the story. Giovanni’s fingertips mindlessly stroke my cheek where Luciano’s scar remains, and it’s almost poetic how the very reason I got the scar is because of the man beside me. Yet I feel no hatred towards Giovanni, nor do I feel he owes me anything.
Instead, all I feel is irrevocable love. Love for him and his daughter—who I’m swiftly bonding with. I’ve never wanted children because they pose too much of a risk in this life, especially for me, but Gabriella is something else. She isn’t just a kid; she’s bright, full of defiance and sass. For a nine-year-old, she’s got a good head on her shoulders. But Giovanni… I could never hate him for what he did. I could never blame him for his betrayal because who’s to say I wouldn’t have done the same thing given the same circumstances. He never set out to hurt me, and at the beginning, he was just an employee. Sure, the betrayal hurt the most, but it’s clear he only has eyes for me now.
I glance up at him, captivated by the way his green eyes lock with mine. His plump lips look so kissable, especially when he runs his tongue along his bottom one. I track the movement with lust firing through my veins and he returns the gaze with equal desire. His lips connect to mine in seconds, a soft kiss that I feel all the way to the tips of my toes. Our tongues slide softly against each other like a dance.
And then I feel Enzo’s lips against my neck, making me shiver. Shit. I know these guys have agreed to put their differences aside, but these two are equally protective of me, possessive in ways that both frustrate and exhilarate me. The fact these guys are so close, yet not killing each other, only fuels the desire throbbing between my legs, and when Enzo’s hand glides up my bare thigh, I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
The movie continues in the background, but it’s my men I’m enraptured by. Enzo turns my head so he can soothe me in his own version of tender kisses. Though it’s more hungry than tender and just gets me more worked up.
As I start to lose myself in Enzo’s embrace, I’m tugged down the pile of cushions by my ankles, legs separated as I feel the wet sensation of a tongue. I gasp and shudder, tearing my mouth away from Enzo to watch Luca with hungry eyes as he crawls up my body. With Levi’s help, he tucks his fingers in the waistband of my sleep shorts with a devilish smirk and tugs them down my legs.
I guess we’re not watching the movie after all.
With Luca’s tongue slowly working its way up one of my thighs, Levi bites the other reverently, sending jolts of molten desire to course through my veins. The juxtaposition of their touches makes me squirm to the point I could probably come just from that. I definitely want to experiment with that idea some time, but the attention that’s all on me right now is enough to push that thought aside for the time being.
Giovanni and Enzo help me peel my t-shirt off, their eyes darkening with scorching want as they finally get me naked. My nipples harden from the burst of cold air, but Enzo quickly sees to that, cupping one breast while he rolls my nipple under his tongue.
Giovanni’s lips find mine once more as he leans me back into the cushions. His kiss is utter perfection, stealing my breath and charging every cell in my body.
Luca’s tongue slides over my pussy, teasing my lips with the gentlest caress that makes me shudder. His answering chuckle fills me with anticipation, but before I can prepare myself, he slides two fingers into me with ease. I’m so soaked from their combined touches that it’s no wonder a moan slips free.
“That’s it, Princess,” Enzo whispers his praise over my chest, tracing his tongue between my breasts. “Does it feel good having Fontana’s fingers inside of you?”
That must be a rhetorical question because he doesn’t await my answer. Luca manages to coax another lust-filled moan from my lips before I can even find the words. His fingers and tongue bring me closer and closer to the edge, slowly retreating every time my back arches and my knees start to shake.
Between Levi and Luca assaulting my lower body with achingly good patience, and Giovanni and Enzo working my upper body with their kisses, it’s amazing I haven’t come apart. Thanks to Luca’s expert edging skills, though, I know that won’t happen yet. He loves to have that control over me, and I willingly give it to him. There’s no one I trust more with my body than these men and they know it.
As Luca edges me closer to my orgasm for the fifth time, I release the whimper I’ve been holding back.
Levi pushes him aside, licking his lips hungrily as he stares down at my throbbing pussy. “Don’t worry, Bellissima. I’ve got you.”
And with that, he dives in with perfect precision, tongue pointed as he fucks my pussy with it, his thumb strumming my clit so expertly that I totally shatter.
Giovanni is there to swallow my cries, soothing my panting breaths as he massages one of my tits. But neither that nor the orgasm quite sate me. I need more. I need all of them.
So I reach for Enzo’s zipper, only to find him in just his boxers. I didn’t even notice him strip his slacks off, but I’m certainly not complaining. I reach for his hard cock, pulling it free from his boxers as Levi and Giovanni change positions.
I wrap my lips around the head of Enzo’s cock, stroking his length slowly as I let my mouth adjust around his girth. My tongue plays with the ring pierced through the tip, loving the contrast of cold metal against his hot flesh.
A shocked gasp rushes through me when Giovanni lifts me by the hips. I hover over his face, lowering myself down Enzo’s shaft until it hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, grabbing my hair. “That’s it. Take my dick down that pretty throat.”
Fuck.
My pussy throbs hard. So much so that I feel my arousal dripping out of me.
Giovanni is there already, lapping it up like he’s a starved man and I’m his first meal in years. His tongue moves through my folds, pressing down on my clit. I don”t know how he does it, but I swear his tongue vibrates against my clit, and the promise of another climax quickly sneaks up on me. He dips his fingers into my pussy, soaking them and spreading my arousal down to my ass.
I hiss out around Enzo’s cock, where I’m emphatically bobbing my head up and down to every groan of pleasure. Giovanni pushes past the ring of muscle with one slick finger. It feels so damn good that I shudder, my knees dropping until I’m literally using him as a seat.
He doesn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, I’m pretty sure I hear him growl, his tongue working harder and harder until my second orgasm sweeps me away. Working past the intoxicating embrace of my climax, I pump my hand more deliberately over Enzo’s length, loving the way he hisses and grits his teeth every time he hits the back of my throat.
I’ve barely finished riding my own high when I’m pulled away from Enzo’s cock, finding my lips crashing onto Levi’s with a force to be reckoned with. His ravenous kiss leaves my lips bruised yet starving for more. I can taste myself on his tongue, and he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest that I’ve just had my lips around his cousin’s dick. He’s more determined than ever as he pulls me off Giovanni and into his lap—another one who has managed to get naked without my notice.
Not that I mind.
His cock notches at my entrance before I can catch my breath, and in one thrust he impales me on his length. With our heads tossed back simultaneously and the full sensation he brings, I start riding him hard. His fingers bite into the flesh on my ass as he guides me over his dick.
His abs flex beneath me, and the delicious way his toned pecs tense as he starts fucking me from the bottom has me zoning out. I’m lost in the exhilarating way he pumps into me, hitting that sweet spot every single time. It”s a different angle now, one that sees me chasing my orgasm almost instantly. I hold off as long as I can, because, damn, I don’t want this to end.
But then Levi flips me over onto my back, a steady whoosh of air escaping me from the sudden movement. He continues fucking me with determination as Luca lines up behind him.
These men have some talent because I’ve only just noticed that they’re all naked now, and I didn’t get to enjoy that view. I mentally store that idea for next time—because we all know there will be one.
As Levi slows his thrusts down, he leans over me and takes my lips. It’s the slightest kiss that shoots sparks across my entire body. It’s chaste, yet full of meaning. Intentions of more to come. “Who do you want in your ass, Bellissima?” he whispers.
My eyes blow wide, gaze darting between all of them. I try to weigh up my options because let’s face it, I still want to be able to sit down tomorrow. My men are all generously endowed, which makes the pleasure all that much more euphoric, but I really don’t fancy Enzo’s piercing destroying my asshole, so I glance at Giovanni with an inquisitive look.
I don’t even need to ask him because in a blink of an eye, he’s squirting lube onto his cock and smearing it down his shaft. I practically salivate at the sight, seeing how Giovanni handles himself. Fuck!
Levi helps me sit up, giving just enough room for Giovanni to slip behind me.
With his thick arm gripped around my waist like a steel band, he leans me back against his chest. “You’re in charge,” he whispers in a voice dripping with sin and sex.
If he thinks I’m going to take my time sitting on his dick, he’s got another thing coming. Using all the strength I can muster between my busted shoulder and already being impaled by Levi’s cock, I lower myself so that Giovanni can line up at my ass.
It’s a tricky task, given the position I’m in, but with a few adjustments and enough lube, Giovanni manages to push into my ass, inch my delicious inch. I lean back further, allowing my full weight to rest on his chest.
The sense of fullness starts to overwhelm me. My chest heaves with anticipation because Giovanni still has yet to move inside of me, and in this position, I’m helpless to actually move myself. But then Levi starts moving, and when Giovanni’s deep grumble fills my ears, he starts to thrust into me, too.
It’s shallow to start with, tentative even. But then Giovanni must gain more confidence because his movements become more determined. His hands cup my breasts while Levi kisses me hard. His moans fill my mouth, along with his tongue, then he throws his head back as Luca enters him.
The sight alone, as Luca locks eyes with mine over Levi’s shoulder, has me careening closer to another orgasm.
Enzo moves closer to me, his cock in his hand as his idle strokes expose his glistening tip to me. I lick my lips and silently call him. His thumb runs along my bottom lip, a dirty smile crossing his own. Tugging on my chin, he pulls my mouth open and slips his cock past my lips. He takes control—in a different way to Luca—and I’m totally here for it. I never thought Enzo would have a dominant side to him. Then again, I never imagined this ever happening. We were friends for so long that I thought my own infatuation with him was purely one sided. We’ve come a long way from those days and while I hate that his ‘death’ ignited those feelings deeper, I’m glad it happened.
I’m glad we found one another, despite the dramatics, the betrayal, the loss. I’m glad we found love for each other in this otherwise messed up world.
As Enzo pumps into my mouth, Giovanni starts to pump harder into my ass. Luca fucks Levi harder and harder, the force pushing Levi into me. We’re like a well oiled machine, all parts working together to meet one goal.
“Oh my god!” I pant, eyes closing tightly so I don’t get dizzy. My heart thumps so hard that my chest aches. My pussy squeezes Levi’s cock so hard that I can feel the threat of my orgasm, so close, yet so far away.
Giovanni reaches between my legs with one hand, strumming my clit fast. My vision blackens as my walls contract and the orgasm that he pulls from me hits me like a freight train.
Levi pulls out so fast that I squirt all over his thighs, and all over the cushions below me. I cry out, pulling away from Enzo’s cock so I don’t injure him. My entire body quivers with shockwaves, my head thrown back into a blissful state. But the subtle hum my body gives me tells me I’m not quite done. Levi pushes back into me with ease, leaning over me with idolizing focus. “That was fucking hot,” he breathes, and yeah, I can’t deny how sexy I feel with all their eyes on me.
I didn’t know I could do that until a few months ago, when Luca and Enzo were sharing me. I put it down to Enzo’s expertise, but I guess any one of my men can make me really wet in the right position.
Grabbing Levi by the back of the neck, I plead breathlessly against his lips. “Fuck me, Marchese. Fuck me until I’m boneless.”
Of course, my second-in-command obeys without hesitation. Luca and Levi work together, punching their hips into me while I take Enzo back into my mouth. Giovanni keeps up his thrusts until his groans turn to grunts. He nips my earlobe, making me shudder.
“I’m gonna come, Principessa.”
“Then do it. Come inside me, Gio,” I mewl. Just the sound I make has his dick twitching inside of me. It makes me ache for harder thrusts, but I know Giovanni too well. He’s always delicate with the way he fucks; almost tender. I love that about him. Despite his size and brooding silence, he’s such a gentle lover, and sometimes, it’s just what I need.
Keeping my rhythm going, I suck Enzo to the back of my throat and hold him there. His hand grips my hair, preventing me from moving, but I love it. I love the control he takes, the way my eyes water as I swallow his dick. My breath rushes out of me when he releases his grip.
“Cazzo,” he hisses, staring down at me while I continue to stroke his length.
Spit dribbles down my chin, but it doesn’t deter him from leaning down at kissing me hard, biting my lip as he pulls away. Then his cock is back in my mouth, working himself up as Levi and Giovanni fuck me with their juxtaposing rhythms.
Every hole is filled to the point of pure ecstasy, and I can’t keep my head up as I’m thrown into another blissful orgasm. Wave after wave of heady euphoria overwhelms my body. My legs shake as Giovanni spreads me further with his knees, allowing Levi to drive deeper and deeper.
And then we’re all crying out.
Warmth fills my ass while Levi floods my pussy with his cum. Behind him, Luca ruts harder, grunting until he collapses against Levi’s back.
But Enzo isn’t done with me. There’s a devilish gleam in his eye that tells me he has ideas, and I don’t know why that fills me with so much excitement. Surely, I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime.
Yet I don’t stop him when he pulls out of my mouth, fisting his length with determination, his hips rocking as he groans out a string of curses. Then he’s painting my chest in ribbons of cum, eyes locked on the masterpiece now covering my chest.
I run my fingers through it in thought, eyes still locked on my best friend as I lick my fingers and groan. I could definitely get used to this Christmas tradition.
Eventually, we pull apart. Our mess of toned limbs separate. Luca and Levi curl up on one side of the cushions, blissed out, while Giovanni holds me against his chest. Enzo passes me a shirt to mop up some of the cum on my chest, though it’s reluctant at best with the way his eyes are hardest on his mark.
Once we’re all cleaned up—to the best of our ability without leaving the room—we all settle against the cushions. The movie is still playing, though it’s almost finished. We’re all too sated to move, though, so we let the movie run back to the start.
My heart squeezes so tightly at the sight of us all together like this. I would never have thought this would be possible. Not in the slightest. There’s been so much betrayal and heartache that it’s been a dizzying chapter in my life, one I never would’ve survived without the love and devotion of each and every man in this room.
I rest my head on Enzo’s shoulder. “What’re you thinking, baby?”
I hum a sated response, blissing out on the aftershocks. “Mostly about how much I love you all.”
Nobody responds back to that, but they don’t need to. They’ve shown me, in more ways than I can ever imagine, how much I mean to each of them.
Enzo presses his lips to my sweaty temple while Giovanni strokes his fingertips up and down my spine. I’m still conscious of the scar that decorates my skin. Hell, I’m conscious of all of them, but my men see past those marks. I’m not in a bad place, I’m not battling demons in my dreams like most would with my trauma. I’m fighting it in my own way, with my men by my side, and I’ll continue fighting until the end.