27. Epilogue - Layrin
Chapter 27
One Year Later
“ I just can’t stand them right now. They keep trying to boss me around, telling me what to do and what not to do. It's like they think I don’t know what the deal is! I’m a fucking Ricci too!”
Juggling my bookbag, a coffee, and my phone, I tried to get out of the car without dropping anything. Keeping the phone balanced between my shoulder and ear, I answered, “Cin, they know you're strong and tough. You’re Cinzia fucking Ricci.”
She grumbled back, “Damn right, I am.”
Smiling, I continued. “But you need to understand that your brothers and cousin are just worried. They’ve all gotten tested, and it's not a walk in the park.”
For the past few weeks, Cin had been training with her brothers and Elio for her “test” in the chamber. She had called me every day, complaining about one thing or another, frustrated that they were treating her like she was a breakable doll or that she wasn't ready enough.
What she didn't know was that I’d talked to Elio a few days ago. We had become good friends after my rushed wedding, finished our project while one of the triplets stood over us, watching like a hawk. He admitted that they had won the battle, but that in our next life, he would get his shot. That was when Roux threw a knife at him, threatening to carve out his soul and extinguish it before he had a ‘shot’. Needless to say, we kept our conversations over the phone and at the occasional dinner Cin and I made all the boys have.
He told me they were just worried because they knew how hard it was, so their protective instincts were coming out, wanting to shield her from that pain. I had to remind him that not only was she going to take the test and beat the fastest record, but they needed to respect her choice and just be there to support her.
“I know. I know, but my body still wants to kick their asses.” She paused, which was never a good sign with Cin. “Speaking of asses, how are your triplets? Has the honeymoon phase passed, or are you still getting that three-prong dicking?”
She giggled, and I rolled my eyes. Cin would always be Cin, obsessed with dicks. “I’m not going to give you the details you’ve been pestering me for, but I will say that the honeymoon phase is still in high swing.”
“It better be! You got fucking three of them!” She sighed like I was living out her dream, and I might be. “Just tell me one thing… Is everything the same?”
I barked out a laugh as I opened the door, looking down at the five-carat ring on my finger. “You don’t need to know anything about my husbands’ dicks, but… I will remind you that they are identical triplets.” My cheeks burned when I noticed Rion on the couch sifting through papers.
“I knew it! I fucking knew it! You bit—”
“Bye, Cin!” I quickly hung up and put my phone in my bag.
Catching those hazel orbs on me, watching my every move, I smiled. They were all still so stunningly gorgeous, the fairy tail princes in my story, just a little more bloody, obsessive, and possessive. Stepping closer, I pointed to his paperwork. “Are you still working on the financials?”
Once we officially took over the books for the Ambros and Rose territories, we’d learned that Neil had been siphoning cash like a mad man, spending ungodly amounts on things no one should’ve. Did we need a golden statue of his dick? No, thank you. Did he need to have high-end professional-grade kitchen supplies in every house when he always ordered in? Nope. Was it necessary to own half of the items on show from Fashion Week yet never wear them once? Fuck no.
It was so bad that the boys dropped out of college to help me run everything as head of the family. I had no idea what I was doing, so I was extremely thankful for the help. They even demanded that I finish college before I took on anything full time.
I asked them over and over if they would regret dropping out of college, but they only laughed and gave me kisses to distract me. No matter what they said, it was hard to believe that they could really be fulfilled in life just by trying to be good husbands. Well, Ravi said trophy husbands, but when I tried to correct him, he simply shushed me and said he preferred it that way.
“Yes. Who knew my uncle was not only a sadistic bastard but also horrible with money? At least we’ve already taken care of all the assets. Now, it’s just cleaning up some of the political messes he made.”
I didn't know that taking on both territories meant not only managing properties and businesses as hidden investors, but also the political climates of the territories. It was a lot for four twenty-two-year-olds to handle. In the meantime, Maria and Zandi Montagu had been helping us since their heirs were getting ready to take their seats on the council.
Tired of school and work, I grabbed the papers from his hand, put them on the coffee table, and sat on his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed along his jawline. “You know what all work and no play does?” His manly sigh of surrender had me smiling.
“Makes for a hungry husband.” His hands ran up the sides of my thighs to grab my ass cheeks as I was wearing a small black circle skirt. “Mmmm, love when you wear skirts. More efficient this way.”
I loved the feel of his hands on me. The possessive, urgent need that was always at the ready with any of my husbands was like a drug. Want. Crave. Mine. Those were the words that filled my head as he gripped my body, telling me everything he needed to with just his touch.
His head fell back, his fingertips digging into my ass, and my breath hitched, enjoying his bruising grip. My hands slid down, unbuttoning his shirt, then I bent forward to make a trail of hungry, hot kisses down his chest. His groan was music to my ears, only making me more wet.
Once all the buttons were taken care of, I ran my hands up his muscular body, my fingers tracing each groove. His hardening length beneath me told me all the right places to touch. His fingers looped around the thong strings on my hips, yanking them apart until he threw a piece of fabric over his shoulder.
Watching it sail through the air, I groaned. That was like the seventh one in two weeks.
“Don’t whine unless you want me to bite that pouting lip of yours.”
Looking down at him, his eyes were shining with a smug satisfaction.
“You know you guys are just burning money each time you rip a pair?”
I was hoping he would still be on the logical train mindset, but I was wrong. His smooth voice rasped, “It's worth the ROI.” Throwing my head back, I laughed. Of course he would connect it back to finances.
He took advantage of my elated state, yanking off my shirt and flicking off my bra with ease before cupping both breasts, kneading them. My body reacted by rocking against him, making him so hard I thought he was going to make a hole in his pants.
“Fuck. Your wetness is soaking through my pants.” He lifted his hips and buried his face in my chest, kissing and licking his way to my nipple. One hand unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out. When it hit my stomach, my pussy quivered, wanting to stuff that cock inside of me.
I watched him stroke himself until a small amount of pre-cum leaked out. My tongue traced my lips as I imagined licking that velvety head clean. I was so entranced with my daydream of sucking his cock that I didn't hear the door open. I didn't know anything was different until I felt a hard smack on my ass.
I cried out and glanced over my shoulder. Roux waited, stripped down, his cock bobbing in front of him as he ran a soothing hand over my ass. “You can’t be in this position in front of me, minx. It makes me a little crazy.”
His eyes focused on my ass, then he took both cheeks in his hands and pulled me apart while licking his lips. He dove in before I could say a word, his tongue assaulting the rim of my puckered hole with such intensity, my eyes rolled back into my head.
“Don’t forget about me, paramour,” Rion whispered, taking the head of his cock and rubbing it back and forth against my clit. My body shook all over as a whimper escaped my lips, pleasure surging from both spots. Heat curled below my belly, building with each stroke and lick.
“Here,” came from down below, but I didn't know what Rion meant until his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them. A familiar click and the sound of something squirting coming from behind me.
Roux’s tongue left, replaced by two fingers. They pounded into me, scissoring to make me wider. My excitement went up a notch when I realized that I couldn’t see what Roux was doing or anticipate his moves.
Rion’s lips wrapped around a nipple, then he flicked it with his tongue, making me drip with need. His cock collected my wetness, using it to massage my clit in time with his tongue. My long, throaty moan was the only response to how good he was making my body feel.
Just when I was about to come, Roux took his fingers out and shoved his cock in, bottoming out in my ass in one thrust. With Rion still working my clit and tits to balance out Roux’s entrance, I screamed at the overwhelming, overlapping sensations. The pull of pleasure kept me anchored before the push of pain took me to new heights, making everything double as it rolled though my body.
Roux was fully seated in my ass, and I was bent over Rion, who had sunk further into the couch to clasp his lips around my heaving breasts. We all took a beat, everyone breathing heavily with the strain of holding ourselves back.
“Isn't this the best way to wake up from a nap.” My head lifted to see Ravi on the stairs, rubbing the front of his pants, already half hard.
Licking my lips, I flicked my eyes up to his, giving him a salacious smile. When I was able to speak, my voice came out in a sultry tone I hadn’t been capable of before I reunited with them. “I think I know where you can fit in.” I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue in a “come here” motion. He jumped down, skipping several steps, then unzipped his pants as he walked to the back of the couch.
“Open wide, my love.”
I bit my lip, looking up at him. “I want your hand on the back of my head. I want to feel all of you working my body how you want. Fuck me, take me, use me. I want it all.”
A low growl came from behind me, telling me Roux was ready. Ravi took a step forward, his hand going to my chin as he rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes were captivated when I flicked my tongue out to tease his thumb. His lips slowly curled as he stuck his thumb in and pressed down on the center of my tongue, forcing my mouth to open. “Your wish is our command, my love.” That was all the warning I got before his hand grasped the back of my head and his cock thrust between my lips.
At first, Roux’s thrusts were slow and methodical, slowly pulling out before going in fast and deep with his hands on my hips. Two of Rion’s fingers pushed inside of my core, rubbing up against the thin wall separating my ass and pussy. Roux and I moaned when he started fucking me with his fingers, maintaining pressure against that wall.
Each time Roux bottomed out, my face went forward, with Ravi controlling the angle until his cock was pressed to the back of my throat. Once they got a rhythm going, the intensity ratcheted up.
Soon, Roux pistoned in and out of me like his life depended on it, tearing up my ass while his fingers carved into my hips. Rion balanced that pain from Roux by keeping his thumb on my clit, rubbing it with his wet fingers. His tongue pointed out, flicking against the nipples that kept bouncing in his face.
The cherry on top was Ravi’s hitched voice, groaning and cursing as his hips thrust. My lips got that delicious used feeling as he moved faster and faster.
My toes curled as my muscles clenched up. All of it was too good, too much, for me to keep my orgasm at bay. Pleasure crashed down on me, and I let go of any semblance of control, sinking into the way that every cell burst with carnal delight. Three sets of manly moans hit my ears, and my insides felt like they were flying.
Ravi choked out, gripping at the roots of my hair, “Ooohhh. Fuck. Shit.” His head dropped back, his eyes to the sky. “Rin, fuck .” I flattened my tongue and stuck it out to make more room for him to go deeper. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck! I'm coming. Swallow me down, love.”
His salty warmth filled my mouth, and I slurped it down, moaning as his hips jerked. His face was screwed up in pleasure when he looked down, and I grabbed his dick, sucking at the tip like I was trying to get every last drop.
Ravi stepped back, looking at me like I was a demon and an angel all in one. He surged forward, cupping my bouncing face as he kissed me, licking his way all over my mouth. “I could never get enough of you.” His eyes slid to my left hand, fingering my wedding ring. “My wife.” The whispered words were reverent, as though he could worship me with the sound of his voice alone.
I smiled just as Roux grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking me up and away from Rion. One hand in my hair and the other squeezing my tit, he filled my ass nice and deep. “My wife.” His growl in my ear made me shudder. Sniffing my hair, he cursed. “Fuck you, Rin. How do you make this feel so good?” His hand came up to my neck, squeezing as he thrust into me so hard I felt like I was going to break in the best of ways. “Gods, I want to break you, own you, fuck the everloving shit out of you.” He rubbed his face into my hair, whispering too low for anyone else to hear, “I fucking love you.” His hips grew erratic before hot cum filled my ass, his hands still clutching at me like he never wanted to leave. When he finally released me, it was with a satisfied huff.
My legs were jello, my body deliciously wrecked, as I crashed down onto the couch, but Rion was already there and waiting for me.
Careful of my hypersensitive, limp body, he turned me around, laying me down on the couch as he loomed over me like the Grim Reaper. “You’re not done yet.”
He knelt on the couch and pulled up my legs, putting them over his shoulder as he looked down at me with an insatiable desire. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, collecting some of his brother's cum before he plunged himself inside of me.
His cock hit that perfect spot inside that awoke a second orgasm I didn't know I had in me. My breathing came out choppy and quick, and my body trembled as he bent my legs back behind my head, pounding into me like a mad man.
“Come for me, wife. I want it all. I want to squeeze every last drop of you. It's mine. Your body, your cum, your soul. All of it.” Bright green eyes glittered down at me, his face looking more beastly than human. “You can give it to me, or I can take it. Choice is yours.”
My hand had a mind of its own, sneaking down between our bodies to rub my clit in time with his thrusts as his dark laugh filled the air.
The pounding of my heart in my ears, the feeling of triumph and lust in the air, turned my mind into mush as I screamed. My cum made a whole lot of mess when I squirted, but he kept pounding into me, not stopping for anything.
“Yes, that's what I wanted.” Rion grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he let out a long, low moan. Filling my pussy with his cum so deep, my head fell back, my body giving up completely. I felt destroyed in the best of ways.
Rion fell backward, his eyes never leaving me as I twitched with the aftershocks. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. His fingers sank into my pussy, and a breathless moan passed my lips as I cracked my eyes open to see him savoring his wet fingers. “You taste like a goddess.”
Roux lifted my limp body, kissing me as he took me to the bathroom where Ravi was already setting up a bath. As he gently laid me down, Ravi lifted my hand and kissed each finger, giving extra attention to my ring finger, before looking up at me with his adoring gaze. “Let me take care of you, my love.”
I nodded, not having the energy for anything else.
After the bath, Ravi put me in the plush robe he’d gotten me for Christmas and carried me to the living room where a whole feast was laid out in front of the TV. Rion and Roux had already showered, so Ravi kissed my head and ran upstairs, promising to only be five minutes.
“This is nice,” I told Rion, who’d set a whole heaping plate in front of me with a glass of wine. Roux popped in my favorite action comedy movie, and I was starting to feel like this was a planned moment, but they refused to tell me anything until Ravi got back.
It didn't take long since Ravi kept his word, then they circled around me with wine glasses. What the fuck was going on?
“Happy one-year anniversary, Layrin Rose.”
My whole body froze as I counted the months in my head and realized they were right. Oh shit! With this last round of exams, I’d been so distracted, I’d forgotten. Stupid Layrin! How could you forget? You're the worst wife!
Before my thoughts went darker, they chuckled, catching my attention. Ravi assured me, “We know you forgot, and we decided to take advantage of it.”
Rion lifted his glass. “We just didn't count on you starting the night activities before dinner.”
Roux frowned at me, but it was playful. “Greedy little minx.”
No disappointment, anger, or hurt lined their eyes, only the pure obsessive focus they always had when they looked at me. My darkness eased with their acceptance. Heat filling my cheeks, I let out a small, uneasy chuckle as I lifted my wine glass back to them. We clinked glasses and drank. Roux put his glass down as he knelt to be at my level. “We also got you a present.”
Ravi passed a metal box over to Roux, who presented it to me, biting his lip. What could he possibly be so nervous about? He was never the one to display a show of nerves.
Rion and Ravi were holding their breath, and my heart started to beat faster as my fingers caressed the cool metal. Well, there’s only one way to find out.
Unlocking the box and lifting the lid, I didn't know what I was looking at for a second. Two pink lumps of wet-looking flesh were individually bagged, laying in the center of the box. My brows pinched as I looked up at my husbands.
Roux gulped before saying, “Turn the bags around.”
I did as he said and found that each bag had a label. One said, “Roberta Vaughn - tongue.” The second one said, “Lennon Smith - tongue.” My eyes lifted, looking at them in shock.
“They’re locked up in the basement.” Rion glared in the direction of the basement door. “They hurt you when we weren’t there to protect you like you protected us, so we felt like it was our job to rectify that.” Still stunned by the gesture, he continued to fill my silence. “You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. It's a present. If you wanted us to torture them while you watched, or if you wanted to join in, we can do any of that. It’s even okay if you just want them dead and gone without knowing any more about it.”
Tucking my hair behind my ear, Ravi claimed the last word. “But, Rin, they are going to die. That is something that needs to be carried out.”
I nodded to show I understood, and, hell, I even agreed with him.
I had watched when they tortured and eventually killed their uncle Neil. It was gory, violent, and brutal, but surprisingly, I liked it. Not so much the seeing Neil suffer part, but watching my husbands heal with each cry, each plea that fell from his lips. Seeing them in their element, their pleasure in taking their vengeance out on him, was like seeing Michaelangelo sculpt. It was a thing of beauty.
Looking down at the tongues, I realized this was their way of trying to do that for me, but what they didn't realize was that they had already healed me. Through all of my pain and trauma in my life, the worst of it was my own insecurities that would beat me down daily, but the boys healed those fears with their steadfast devotion. Their vows to never be without me, to never leave my side, healed that gaping hole in my soul. I needed them just as much as they needed me.
I hugged the box, knowing that this was a special gift. I was going to treasure it, but I didn't need to participate in the rest of it. I was over the hurt those people caused in my past. “I think I wouldn't mind watching you guys.” They smiled wide, eyes sparkling with excitement.
While I didn’t need to torture them myself, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy watching the guys being the dark, depraved knights they were, but this time it was for me—only for me, because they were mine, all mine.
With me being their obsession, and them being my fixation, the four of us will never be alone again.
THE END