Chapter 14 Dolce Vita #6
“Well fuck,” I say.
“Mario asked to be blunt with me, then explained that basically, I was a dumbass for blindly going after you. I shot him down when he suggested to offer you relocation. He tried to get me to change my mind, but I was focused on not pissing off Antonio.”
“So... you saved me knowing it would mean you could never go home again?” I ask.
“When you mentioned my father, I wanted out. Over the last week, I decided that I truly don’t want to go back. I just want to live my life in peace and help the people here in Brazil.”
“So, I should probably tell you guys something,” I say cautiously.
“What?” Angelo asks.
“I... am the one who killed your father,” I say.
They are both silent and have a blank expression, so I continue.
“I was eighteen and inserted myself in his pathway. He was looking for someone to give him a grandchild and I basically went undercover to meet him. He said some bullshit about paying me millions, I just had to walk away from the child after. I agreed and he said he wanted to have a sample before he handed me off to his son. I agreed and acted eagerly. I distracted him before pulling a gun on him. He was naked and nowhere near his weapon, so he had no choice but to listen... I told him who I was and what I was going to do. He offered me everything from money to fame to houses and cars. There came a point where it finally hit him how real it was, and he cried and begged me. He said his son needed him. When I put my finger on the trigger, he pissed himself... then I shot him. I shot him in the face over and over until I ran out. I made sure there was no trace of me, erased the security footage, and went back to my dorm. I took a nearly two-hour shower to make sure that I didn’t have any gunpowder residue on me.
.. then I laid down and watched a movie in bed. ”
“When I found him, I knew it was someone he pissed off. Everyone knew that whoever did it was angry. He had pissed off so many people that we had nowhere to start,” Angelo says.
“I’m not apologizing for it,” I say.
“I don’t want you to,” he says with a smirk. “Can I ask you something?”
“Why not,” I say.
“What happened? Why are we in a closet right now?” he asks.
“Uh... well... my last foster placement... he and his sons would brutally rape me multiple times a week. He was an angry drunk and his sons were just insane. I was fifteen and I had already been through so much with the other kids in different placements. This was the first time I was physically hurt by an adult, so it has more of a lasting effect. I would hide from basically everyone either in a closet or under a bed. I was so small and I’m still short as fuck.
I just... when you got mad it reminded me of Ron, and I spiraled fast and hard.
Normally I can talk myself down, but it got bad fast. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran and went where I would feel safe. ”
“Can you go get her plate?” Angelo asks Mario. Mario leaves the walk-in closet and Angelo pulls me to lie my head on his chest.
“Where do we go from here?” I ask.
“Well... I can get you set up with a new identity in a country of your choosing, or you can stay with us. We may end up moving inland, but we will stay out here for a while. At least a few months so things can die down. We will go inland weekly though for supplies,” he says.
“Can you tolerate me enough to let me stay here?” I ask.
“I think we are on the same page now, but I want you to understand that I will do anything and everything within my power to make this up to you. I was awful to you, and I absolutely do not deserve forgiveness, but I’d like to try and earn it,” he says.
“How?” I sit up to look at him.
“Well,” he says as he takes a plate from Mario. “Food is my love language, I think.”
“Lemonade certainly isn’t,” I say and Mario laughs. Angelo smiles at me before taking a bite of the penne pasta.
“I will keep your belly full,” he says, offering me a bite.
I realize that he is showing me that I can trust him.
He wouldn’t eat something if he poisoned it, so I accept the pasta.
It tastes heavenly and I can’t help but close my eyes and groan at how good it is.
“If you ever let us, we will keep you full in every way possible. We will take care of you every day and make sure that you have everything you need. Whatever you want to do, short of returning to the United States, we will support you in fully.”
“What do you mean, if I let you?” I ask.
“Meaning, if you ever let us... we will both have you on our cocks as much as we can. You’ll come daily and you will never experience pain again... unless of course you ask for it,” he says as he continues to feed me.
“What if I get pregnant?” I ask.
“Then the baby will have two fathers,” he says.
“What if I don’t want kids?” I ask.
“Then we will get a vasectomy.”
“What if I want to plan a baby?”
“Then tell me when and we will happily take turns filling you with come,” he says with a smile.
“What if I want it now?” I ask with a quieter tone.
“I’d ask you why as I make you finish eating. You’ll need the energy for what we plan on doing to you,” he says.
“Well... to put it simply, I haven’t had an orgasm in over a year.
I don’t date, so I haven’t had consensual sex since.
... fuck, I don’t even know... you two are gorgeous men and I’d like to think you two are attracted to me.
So... we may as well make the best of the situation.
I don’t want to be away from you two but staying means probably being with you two forever, or until I piss you off enough and you kill me for being a brat.
We may as well work on building something with each other so we can live our happily ever after together. ”
“Do you want more?” he asks, holding my now empty plate.”
“No, I’m okay,” I say with a smile.
“Let Mario take you to the bed,” he says. I nod and get out of his lap. We all leave the closet and I eagerly follow Mario to my bed. Angelo leaves the room as Mario steps closer to cup my face.
“Don’t be afraid to speak up if you are uncomfortable, okay?” he asks.
“I know,” I smile.
“Then let’s get you undressed he says before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it off of me.
He then pushes my shorts down and I step out of them.
I take the initiative to unhook my bra and toss it to the floor, letting my breasts spill out.
I then step out of my underwear in time for Angelo to kiss my neck.
“How slow do you need us to take this?” Angelo asks as he wraps his arm around my body to rub my clit. I am already dripping and eager to take him.
“I don’t do slow,” I say. “I do intense and overwhelming.”
“Then get on your knees for him,” Angelo says in my ear before kissing my cheek and nudging me forward.
” I smile at Mario before bringing myself to my knees in front of him.
He pulls his cock out and my eyes go wide, and I can’t help but smile when I see that not only is he pierced, but he’s huge.
He’s at least ten inches and is thick. Once he steps out of his clothes, I grip the base before taking him into my mouth.
Mario groans and fists my hair before he takes over and starts fucking my mouth.
I suck him hard and make sure that my tongue is teasing each of the piercings up the back side of his cock.
“Fuck,” Mario groans and pulls out of my mouth.
Angelo stands me up before sitting on the bed and pulling me closer. “Come here,” he says softly. His cock is even bigger than Mario’s. He has a Jacob's ladder as well.
“I don’t think this is physically possible, Angelo,” I say, and he laughs as he grabs the backs of my thighs to pull me into his lap.
“How do you want it, Dolcezza?” he asks.
“I want to feel like I’m dying,” I say with a sweet smile. “Make it hurt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says as he grabs my hips and slowly lowers me onto his cock. I gasp and tighten my grip on his shoulders as he fills me. He lies back and just after hearing a little cap open, Mario pushes his cock into my ass.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I whimper. “Fuck, I’m so full. Please... please fuck me.” They are both buried inside of me but not moving. I whimper and rock my hips, trying to get some kind of reaction, hoping they will fuck me stupid. “God, please. Please, fuck me.”
“Such an eager little lady,” Mario says as he pulls out and surges back into me, making me scream.
Angelo pulls out to the tip before slamming into my cervix.
They alternate strokes and fuck me hard.
Their pace quickens every time I cry out.
Soon, they are fucking me so hard and so fast that all I can do is scream through the waves of my orgasms. Pain is radiating through my belly, alongside pleasure, and I love every fucking second of it.
Angelo seizes my throat, cutting off my air, and they both relentlessly pound into me.
My eyes roll back and something explosive is triggered.
They pump into me and fill me with their come while harmonizing their pleasures.
Angelo releases my throat and I cry out as oxygen rushes into my brain, and I come with them.
My body is weak as they lay me on the bed to clean me. When they are done, we lie together on my bed. I lay with my arm around Angelo and running my fingertips through his chest hair. He has his arm around me and is lazily stroking my hair. Mario is lying behind me, rubbing my back.
“I think we can definitely manage to live together,” I mumble, and they both laugh. “I’m glad I met you guys.”
“Us too, Dolcezza,” Angelo says sweetly. “Us too.”