Chapter 70
CARMELA
I t’s three weeks after the marathon sexscapade where they broke me and the last of my resistance, after which I concluded living without them wasn’t an option.
I’m not fool enough to believe there will never be another moment of doubt, but I am resolved to work through those moments with them instead of trying to run away.
What I’m not ready for is to be pregnant.
“Did you miss any?” Jessica asks.
We’re in my bathroom. Dante and Christian have left. I’m holding my pill packet, double-checking it.
“It has the days on,” I finally say. “It’s obvious if you miss one. I haven’t missed any.”
“What about taking them late?” Her eyes go to the pregnancy test sitting on the side. “Maybe I should have gotten you a few extra tests. You know, in case this one is broken.”
“It’s not broken.” I put the pill packet down and try not to freak out. Deep down, I know I’m pregnant.
“Aunty Jessica,” she muses, with a smirk.
“God, don’t,” I mutter.
“You’ll make a great mom, Carmela.” She gives me a shoulder bump. “They will be happy. Papa will be thrilled too. But the only person who really matters right now is you. Are you happy? Do you want this?” Her eyes search mine.
I’m still freaking out. But if I look underneath, past the anxiety that wants to crush me, I discover I’m…
happy… excited even… as well as understandably nervous about such a momentous change.
“I would have liked a bit more time before this happened.” I smile, then bite my lip as my stomach flutters.
“But, yes, I am. I’m happy.” My smile grows wider.
And she’s right. Dante and Christian will be thrilled too. I just know it.
“Guess you don’t need any more of these.” She picks up my pill packet and then frowns. “Hmm… this is not right.” She picks at the backing.
I’m frowning too. “What do you mean not right?”
The back pops right off. Surely it shouldn’t?
She grimaces. “These are duds.”
“What?” Sweat pops the length of my spine. I snatch the packet off her. “How do you know?”
“There’s no logo on the foil backing. If you look close enough at the pills, they’re probably missing the stamp too. It happened to my friend at college…” she trails off. “You’ve gone really white.”
“I need to sit.” I drop down onto the closed toilet seat. My vision is coming through a tunnel, and there is a ringing in my ears. “Oh, God. How long have I been taking duds?”
“I don’t know,” she answers, resting her hand on my shoulder. “I got them from the pharmacy myself, and I’m shocked to think they are supplying them en masse to the female population. But who knows? These are crazy days we live in.”
My mind is moving a mile a minute, rushing over events.
“Do you think it was Ettore?”
She sounds doubtful.
“No, not his style. If he found them, he would have confronted me, not gone to the trouble of replacing them…”
Christian. Underhand is absolutely his style. He had my bag after he snatched me. I only found it on the table the next day. I thought it funny that he just left them there… that he didn’t snoop.
“Is this the same prescription you had with you when Christian kidnapped you outside Dad’s house?”
“Yes.”
She blows out a breath. “You think he switched them?”
“Yes.”
“You think Dante knew?”
“Probably.”
“I’m going to kick their asses,” she says, vehemence lacing her tone.
“Better get in the queue. Also, be prepared to be disappointed; there might not be anything left by the time I’m done with them.”
DANTE
“You’re a pig. You’re both pigs,” Jessica announces as Christian and I walk in the door.
Christian grins.
I raise a brow. “Something happened I should know about?”
“Carmela told me I couldn’t kick your ass. But just so you know, if there’s anything left after she’s done with you, I will.”
Then she flounces past us, slamming the door as she exits the house.
“She’s pregnant,” Christian says cheerfully.
Elation slams into me. We knew she was late. It was only a matter of time before she checked and verified… Then, unease worms in my gut. “I’m not sure that warrants Jessica kicking our asses.”
Maybe she’s not happy about this development?
Or worried?
That seems more likely.
I take out my cell phone and pull up the tracking app. “She’s in the bedroom.”
“Well, that’s convenient,” Christian says. “How do you want to play this?”
He’s still grinning. But of course he is.
“She might be worried about it: about telling us. It could be any number of things. When she starts to worry, bad things happen. Time to get back to the basics.”
He stretches out a phantom crick in his neck. “Tag-teaming it is.”
CHRISTIAN
She’s pacing before the window, looking pissed as hell, when we enter the bedroom.
“Get out!”
Dante ignores her, takes off his jacket, and loosens his tie.
I follow his lead.
Her nostrils flare, and her eyes dart from us to the door. “What are you doing?!”
“Getting undressed,” I say, just in case she’s confused. I kick off my shoes and shove my pants and underpants down my legs. I’m hard. Knowing we bred her will do that for me. “Then we’re going to fuck you.”
She bolts for the bathroom, but I snag her around the waist before she can shut the door. On the side is a pregnancy test and the pill packet. The back has been pulled off.
That complicates things… and explains what she’s mad about.
“Get off of me, asshole!”
I jerk my head toward the open bathroom door and mouth, “She knows we switched her pills.”
Dante follows my line of sight and shrugs before pointing at the bed.
CARMELA
I’m on the bed, sandwiched between them, facing Dante with Christian behind me, naked. They were efficient about it.
Their scent is all over me. I want to be mad at them, and I am, but deep inside, there’s a sense of inevitability to this, to them, and to us.
My body is a traitor. I’m wet. Being between them has a predictable effect on me.
“Is there anything you want to tell us, Carmela?” Dante asks, cupping my face.
Christian nips at the crook of my shoulder and throat just as his fingers push into me from behind. I suck in a sharp breath and buck, but they are holding me tight, and all my struggle does is remind me that I’m trapped and how good it feels to be between them.
Christian chuckles and replaces his fingers with his cock. As he penetrates me, I’m staring into Dante’s eyes.
I fight not to react, but it feels unbearably good. “Nothing I can think of right now.”
“I didn’t know pussies doubled as a lie detector, but she just crushed the hell out of my dick,” Christian says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Go ahead and tell us, Carmela,” Dante says.
My jaw locks.
Christian grips my hip and fucks slowly into me. I’m quivering where he fills me. So close, like my denial of the pleasure makes it twice as potent. So many times I’ve tried to convince myself this won’t work, that I can live without them, but the truth is that I can’t.
Will I still be furious if they’ve done what I suspect?
Damn right I will be. “I’m pregnant.”
Christian groans and stills with his cock buried deep inside me. “Fuck, just her saying that is hot.”
“Which one of you changed my birth control?” The words are out before I can second guess my decision to ask the question.
Do I want the truth?
And what will I do with it if I have it?
“Me,” Dante says.
I wasn’t expecting it to be him, nor for him to admit it so readily.
“I gave him the replacements,” Christian offers from behind.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that. You had no right to?—”
Dante slants his lips over mine, swallowing up my protests.
And I let him. I want to hate him. I’ve hated them both plenty of times, but I don’t have more hate in me.
And I definitely don’t hate the child I’m carrying…
Nor the feel of them touching me, loving me, as twisted as this loving might seem.
I told myself a long time ago that no ordinary man would ever be enough to eradicate someone like Ettore.
I used to worry about Christian’s wildness. But, as I’ve come to discover, they’re both one and the same. Aligned, it would seem. How else could they do this? Share me?
“We’re happy—fucking ecstatic,” Dante says, lifting his lips from mine.
Christian begins to move, slow fucks that wake up every nerve the length of my channel.
“We’re getting married. Christian is going to be the godfather.
But as far as us and anyone close enough to care is concerned, you’re ours and your child is ours—both of ours. ”
“I’m going to nut,” Christian mutters.
“What will people say—oh, God!” My body coils. They represent a forbidden dream, one I cherish all the more when I consider the long and painful road to get here.
“Come for him, baby. As soon as he’s done with you, I’m going to fuck you.
And, seriously? I couldn’t give a fuck what anyone says.
You think either of us could let you go, now or ever?
Not a fucking chance. I have a lot of fucking regrets—that I didn’t save you soon enough, that I left you with that bastard even for a second—but you carrying our child is not one of them. ”
“I’d kill to keep you safe, Carmela,” Christan says. “Bleed for you. Tear the fucking world apart if I had to. We both would, without hesitation. You want to know why we did it? We’re both fucking obsessed with you. And we couldn’t help ourselves.”
A sob tears from my throat. Dante swallows up the sound in a hot kiss. My climax sets me soaring. My pussy clenches lovingly over Christian’s cock and he groans into my neck.
I’m still catching my breath when Dante drags me up and positions me on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed facing where Christian is lazily reclining. “Clean my brother up like the filthy girl you are. Worship him while I fuck this perfect pussy.”
I fall onto Christian’s cock. Dante fucks into me from behind. Here, right between them, carrying their child, is where I was meant to be.