Chapter 16
Sixteen
F allon
My mind is reeling, knowing Sienna is alive. I thought for sure Leone had sold her off to the highest bidder or gave her to his men to do as they pleased with. But now, seeing her, I wonder if it is the latter. However, Rocco didn’t look like he was trying to hurt her.
Entering the foyer, I am about to demand Leone let me see her when Milo ushers me up the stairs toward our room, his grip firm on my arm. My mind races with thoughts of Sienna, my only friend in this twisted world, that’s if she forgives me after what I did. I stomp away from Milo and Leone, shaking off Milo’s harsh grip and feeling their eyes on my back. Milo’s voice follows, glancing at Leone with a look that tells me he’s treading carefully. I want to apologize to her. “Can I see Sienna?” The words tumble out, I’m unable to stop them, despite knowing the answer I will receive.
“Not unless Leone says so,” Milo answers, and I grit my teeth to bite back cursing them both out, knowing it will get me nowhere to argue with them. Our house runs on Leone’s rules; his moods dictate our lives, which is infuriating. Milo catches up to me, his hand falling on my lower back as he leans closer. “Don’t ruin his mood, Cara. You don’t want to end up back in the basement.”
My anger and frustration bubble up inside me at the thought, a fierce, hot wave that doesn’t recede even as I enter the bedroom.
“Fallon!” Milo snaps at me when the door hits the wall. Milo snatches my arm, jerking me back toward him. “That wasn’t necessary. I know you want to see Sienna but be patient; she is safe with Rocco.”
“Why was she trying to run if she is safe?”
He grits his teeth. “Because her father has already arranged someone else for her to marry. She doesn’t want to marry. That is all I can tell you. I shouldn’t have even told you that!”
“What?” I ask, horrified. What is it with these men thinking they can just force people to marry? “But…”
“No, leave it. I just got you back out of the basement. Please don’t provoke Leone,” he warns me. Shaking my head, I head straight for the bathroom and turn the shower on while quickly nudging the door shut with my foot.
Leone’s voice drifts through the bathroom door, his heavy Italian accent laced with a dangerous silkiness makes me tremble. I ignore him, undressing quickly, I toss my clothes to the side, and step under the spray of hot water, hoping it will wash away the images of Sienna being handled like she was some object. The water is scalding, but it does little to ease the tension in my muscles or to fade the rising anxiety I feel for my friend. Sienna looked so vulnerable, so broken. I can’t get the image of her limp body in Rocco’s arms out of my mind. The memory of her wide eyes full of fear and confusion.
As the door behind me eases open with a low, ominous groan, I sense him before I see him. Leone’s aura invades the room, a palpable force of power and danger which steals my breath away. His silence is lethal, a predator in the quiet tracking its kill. I pivot slowly on my heel, my gaze drawn to his figure as he steps into the bathroom.
“You finished throwing your fit?” His voice slices through the heavy silence, laced with an icy chill. As he speaks, his hands move to unbutton his shirt, revealing a canvas of inked skin beneath.
His muscles ripple under the harsh bathroom light as he discards the garment carelessly to one side. A smattering of hair trails down from his navel, disappearing into his waistband, which he unhooks with ease.
His body is chiseled perfection - every muscle honed and hardened. Dark eyes burn with raw intensity as they meet mine. Without breaking eye contact, Leone steps forward, opening the door, and stepping into the shower. I lose all thought now that I am faced with him so close and naked.
“Now she falls silent,” he states to no one as he turns the other showerhead on.
Beside me, Leone’s presence is a palpable heat, his body brushing against mine occasionally as we move around the confined space.
“Milo told me what happened with Sienna,” I start, breaking the silence. “Why didn’t you do something?”
Leone doesn’t turn to face me immediately. His hand pauses on the wall, steadying himself under the hot spray. “It’s not our place to interfere in family matters.”
“So you’re going to let her father remarry her?”
He turns, his eyes dark and unreadable. “And what would you have me do, Fallon? Challenge her father, risk a war for a girl who means nothing to me?” I bite the inside of my cheek.
“I get you’re angry, but there isn’t much I can do. She demanded we give her back to her father, and we agreed; she only changed her tune when she learned her father found her someone else to marry.” Leone adds.
Leone’s touch is hesitant, a ghost of pressure on my tense shoulder. His fingers are firm, though, betraying his confidence as they settle more securely against me.
I pivot, the water sluicing down my back as I turn to face him. His hands still clasp my shoulders. “I want to see Sienna.” My voice is barely audible above the drumming of the shower, a quiver betraying the urgency I feel.
Leone’s gaze meets mine, his eyes like two shards of obsidian that have seen too much darkness. “Not unless I say so,” he begins, each word measured and deliberate. “And not until I trust you. I don’t trust you not to run off with her.”
“I won’t run. I’ve told you this.” My voice is firmer than I expected, a thin veneer over the churning mess of my emotions. Before Leone can reply, the bathroom door opens again.
Milo steps in. He doesn’t hesitate as he peels off his clothes, one piece after another, revealing the etched lines of his tattoos. His dark eyes flick to mine, glinting with a predatory smile that makes my stomach drop.
“You two look cozy,” he teases, stepping into the shower. The space suddenly feels smaller, and the air is charged with electric tension.
I’m sandwiched between them, Milo’s firm chest pressing to my back as he steps under the water on my side, forcing me closer to Leone as he steals the water.
“Do you mind, water hog?” I snap, turning to face him. He only offers me a smile as he wipes his wet hair from his eyes. “Not at all,” he chuckles, stepping closer. I take an involuntary step backward as his gaze roams over me, only to come up against the wall, which is Leone’s body.
“What’s wrong?” Milo’s low voice cuts through the noise of the water. It’s almost gentle, but there’s a sharpness to it as if he believes I am rejecting him. My eyes roam over him—over the hard angles of his abs and the curve of muscle along his arms—and something inside me stirs despite my anger over Sienna.
“I’m bleeding,” I utter quickly, a desperate attempt to remind them, to remind myself, I am not just a thing to be used at their whim.
Leone’s snort resonates in the steam-filled space, a low sound that sends shivers down my spine despite the heat of the shower. “You think that bothers us?” There’s a dark amusement in his tone.
I swallow hard, my throat feeling parched despite the moisture in the air. “It should,” I manage to croak out, my fingers instinctively curling into Leone’s solid chest as I press myself further into him in a futile attempt to escape Milo’s intimidating proximity.
Milo’s expression doesn’t change. His gaze merely wanders down my drenched body before returning to meet mine, his brown eyes unreadable. “Does it bother you?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I’m not sure how to answer that. A part of me is repulsed - by this situation. But another part of me, a part I wish I could ignore, isn’t uninterested.
“Of course it does,” I lie.
A chuckle rumbles from behind me. Leone’s chest vibrates against my back as he moves closer, his warm breath tickling the nape of my neck. “Liar,” he purrs while his lips find the sensitive skin of my shoulder.
Milo’s eyes drink in every reaction, a cruel satisfaction flickering within their depths. He steps closer until our bodies are almost touching, his hand reaching out to brush aside a wet lock of hair from my face.
“We’ve seen plenty of blood, princess. More than you can imagine. Blood does not repulse me,” he tells me.
Leone’s lips trail down my shoulder, sending a shiver through me that I can’t suppress. The heat of the water is nothing compared to the searing intensity of his touch. His hands, rough and calloused, skim down my sides, making my skin erupt in goosebumps despite the steam filling the bathroom.
I’m trapped between them—Leone’s solid form pressing against my back and Milo standing in front of me, his dark eyes filled with something I can’t quite name. I should be terrified, disgusted even, but instead, a confusing mix of anticipation tightens my chest.
Milo’s fingers trace the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.
I swallow hard, unable to find my voice. I want to protest, to push them away, but the words die in my throat as Leone’s lips brush against the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. My body betrays me, arching into his touch even as I try to resist the magnetic pull that both of them seem to have on me.
Leone’s hand slides lower, grazing over my hip and moving dangerously low. “You can’t lie to us, Fallon,” he whispers against my ear, his voice a dark caress. “We know your body better than you do.”
Milo’s hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip as he watches my every reaction. “And right now,” he says, his voice low and rough, “your body is telling us exactly what you want.”
“No,” I manage to choke out, even as my body shudders in response to their touch. “I—I don’t want this.”
But the denial sounds weak, even to my own ears. Milo’s lips curl into a knowing smile, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against my face. “Then why are you pressing back into Leone?” he asks, his voice a seductive purr. “Why is your heart racing like you can’t decide whether to run or stay?”
Leone’s hand moves to my inner thigh, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there. I gasp, instinctively pressing my legs together, but he doesn’t relent.
“You should be disgusted,” I whisper, my voice shaking slightly, though not from fear. “I’m… on my period.”
Leone quietly chuckles, the sound dark and amused as he continues to tease the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. “You think that bothers us?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “It doesn’t.”
Milo’s fingers slide down to my waist, gripping me firmly as he pulls me closer to him. “Blood doesn’t bother us, Fallon. We’ve seen plenty of it,” he says, his voice carrying that same dark, alluring edge that Leone’s does.
A rush of heat floods my cheeks, but it’s not from embarrassment. It’s the way they speak, the way their touches burn into me, making my body respond in ways I can’t control. I should be repelled, but instead, I feel something entirely different—a dark, twisted desire that I’ve been trying to ignore.
Leone’s fingers slide between my thighs, and I gasp, my body jolting at the sensation. I try to close my legs, but his hand slips between them easily, keeping them apart. “You’re ours, amore mio,” he growls, his voice filled with a dangerous promise. “And you’re going to learn to love it.”
Milo’s hand slides down to my breast, his fingers teasing the sensitive peak as he watches my face closely. “Tell us what you want,” he murmurs, his voice dark and commanding.
I’m caught in the middle of them, my mind spinning as their touches send waves of desire through me. I should be pushing them away, should be fighting this, but instead, I find myself leaning into their touch, my body craving the heat they offer.
“I… I don’t know what I want,” I whisper, my voice trembling with the weight of the admission. But even as I say it, I know it’s not entirely true. There’s a part of me that does want this—a part of me that craves the way they make me feel, even if I hate myself for it.
Leone’s lips curve into a satisfied smile as he turns my face up so I can see him over my shoulder. He captures my lips in a bruising kiss as Milo’s hands grip my thighs and hoist me up. I shriek, my lips pulling from Leone’s as I move to wrap arms around Milo to stop from falling. Milo laughs, pressing me against Leone.
“I won’t drop you,” he laughs. My legs lock around his waist when Leone’s hand slips to my throat from behind me.
“Now you are right where we want you,” Leone all but growls, capturing my lips with his own. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming it as Milo’s hands roam over my thighs, drifting up and down my skin. Milo enters me in a slow, teasing thrust. Heat flares in my belly, a molten desire that makes me whimper into Leone’s kiss.
His hand continues to tighten on my throat as he returns his attention to my lips, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before he releases it with a groan. The thrill of fear mixes with pleasure, the two sensations blending together until I can no longer distinguish between them.
Milo pulls back slowly until only the tip of him remains inside me, and then he thrusts back in with enough force to make me see stars. My body convulses, arching against the men who hold me between them. Leone’s hand, a steady vice around my throat, continues to tease an illusion of danger that has me shivering, while his other hand trails a slow and deliberate path down to my breasts, kneading them with a possessive touch that sends bolts of electric pleasure down to where Milo is filling me up, over and over again.
Leone leans in again, his teeth grazing along the shell of my ear, his hot breath ghosting against my skin. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, the words vibrating against my earlobe. His voice is dark and deep, dripping with raw desire.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp out, clutching at Milo as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. “Yes.”
Milo chuckles, his breath fanning across the nape of my neck as he tightens his grip on my hips while Leone’s fingers press circles against my clit. Lightning sparks beneath my skin at the dual sensation, and I gasp into Leone’s mouth. I’m sent spiraling into a high of pleasure, the kind that blurs the line between sanity and ecstasy.
Leone shifts minutely. His grip on my throat lessens, but his presence does not wane - it grows more potent. I feel him pressing against me, teasing at my back entrance. An unexpected gasp escapes from between my lips as Leone finally breaches the tight muscles of my ass. The sensation is, initially, overwhelming - a fullness that is both unsettling and intensely arousing. Milo slows his pace, giving me time to adjust. Leone’s grip on my throat tightens, and I suddenly can’t think of the pain when I can’t breathe.
The edges of my vision blur as the dual sensations vie for dominance within me – Leone’s slow invasion contrasting sharply with Milo’s tantalizing rhythm. My world narrows to the three of us: intertwined bodies pulsating in time with our ragged breaths and muffled moans until everything else ceases to exist.
I surrender myself to this delirium, my nails digging into Milo’s shoulder as my head spins at the lack of oxygen, and Leone’s grip lessens, allowing me air only to swiftly cut it off again, and gone is Leone’s gentleness as he pulls out and shoves back in, but I am so high from lack of oxygen and the sensation of his fingers between my legs I don’t notice.
As my body adjusts and my senses heighten, it’s all a sensory overload. I’m drowning in pleasure, sinking deeper into the abyss with each thrust from Milo and Leone. A whimper catches in my throat as Leone’s hand continues to play between my legs, matching the rhythm of their relentless pounding.
“Good girl,” Leone praises, his voice husky and thick with desire. It sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, arousal dripping down my thighs. “You’re taking us so well.”
I can’t muster up any words in response with his grip so tight; Milo grunts against my neck, his grip on my hips tightening as he picks up his pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure surging through me. Each wave higher than the last until I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Leone thrusts into me simultaneously, and he releases his grip on my throat just long enough for me to draw in a ragged breath before plunging back into me again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Leone growls, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear. The world fades into an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain; the two sensations so intertwined that I can’t tell where one begins and the other ends. Each thrust from Milo sends me spiraling further into ecstasy, while Leone’s unyielding invasion of my backside brings me crashing back down to a reality laced with a sweet, piercing ache. I can feel the pressure building deep within me, a tidal wave threatening to crash.
“Wait for us,” Milo instructs, his voice sounding rather strained.
I nod, biting down on my lip to hold back the flood awaiting release as I feel light-headed. But it’s Leone’s thumb circling against my throbbing clit that pushes me over the edge. My body tightens around both men as an orgasm rips through me. Pleasure surges through every nerve ending. It courses through me like molten lava, consuming everything it touches until there’s nothing left but raw satisfaction.
I gasp out a strangled cry while stuttering moans escape from between clenched teeth.
Leone stiffens behind me, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he finds his release. His grip on my hips is bruising, a brand marking me as much as their scent covering my skin. Milo gives a final thrust succumbing to his own climax.
Everything comes crashing down in that moment - the intensity of what we’ve done and the reality of our twisted relationship. But for now, wrapped in the shared heat and passion of these men, nothing else matters.
As I hang limply between them, Leone withdraws from me slowly while Milo follows suit. Both men are careful with their movements, ensuring I am comfortable despite the rough encounter.
“Good girl,” Leone murmurs against my neck, pressing feather-light kisses along my heated skin, making me shiver despite their warmth and the hot water beating against us. My legs feel like jelly as I lean heavily against Leone. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me to him while Milo reaches for the soap.
They take turns washing me, gentle hands gliding over my sensitive skin. They wash away the evidence of our shared pleasure, leaving nothing but lingering sensation and their scent behind. I’m cocooned in a bubble of steamy water, strong arms, and male bodies.
Milo rinses off my body, then steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and disappearing from the bathroom. After a few more minutes under the warm spray, Leone gently guides me out of the shower. He towels me dry with an attentiveness that leaves a warm flush spreading across my cheeks when Milo walks in with one of his shirts and Leone’s track pants. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“What, you’ll be more comfortable,” he says, setting them on the sink basin.