Chapter 17 #2
When he pulls back, I am panting, my lips already swollen.
Gabriel is there immediately, not giving me time to catch my breath.
His hand cups my jaw, gentle where Dante was rough, turning my face toward him.
His eyes search mine one last time, looking for any hesitation, any doubt. "Last chance to say no, Bella."
"I don't want to say no," I whisper, my voice shaky with need. "I want to say yes. To all of you."
He leans down and kisses me, and it is so different from Dante—controlled where Dante was wild, gentle where Dante was rough, precise where Dante was possessive, methodical where Dante was consuming.
His kiss is a slow exploration, a deliberate claiming, coaxing rather than demanding.
But no less intense. No less devastating.
When he pulls back, I am breathing hard, my heart racing, caught between all of them, and I have never wanted anything more.
"Right here," Luca says, his voice rough with need, breaking the moment. "Kitchen counter works just fine for what we're about to do to you."
Luca's hands slide from my thighs up to my hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of my shorts. "These are in the way." He looks over his shoulder at Dante, a challenge in his eyes. "You want to help, or you just gonna stand there and look pretty?"
Dante's mouth curves into something dark and hungry.
His answer is to step forward, his large hands covering Luca's, dwarfing them.
Together, they peel my shorts and underwear down my legs in one rough, efficient motion, the fabric sliding over my skin.
The cool air kisses my bare flesh, and I shiver, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable on the kitchen counter.
Gabriel's eyes burn a path over my naked lower half, his gaze so intense it feels like a physical touch.
“Look at her,” Gabriel murmurs, his voice a low rasp. “Soaked already, just from the anticipation.”
Luca pushes my knees apart, wider, baring me completely.
He lets out a low whistle, all crude appreciation.
“Fucking hell. She’s a mess. And we haven’t even started.
” He looks up at me, that wicked grin back.
“You’re gonna show them how dirty you can get for us, right, Flower? You’re gonna be our good, dirty girl.”
His words coil tight in my belly. I nod, breathless.
“Use your words, Bella,” Dante commands softly from beside me. His hand comes up to cradle my cheek, forcing my eyes to his. The blue is almost black with need. “Tell him.”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “I’ll be dirty for you. For all of you.”
Luca groans, lowering his head between my thighs.
He doesn’t kiss me there. He just… breathes in.
The sensation of his warm breath against my slick heat makes my hips jerk.
“Smells like heaven. Tastes like sin, I bet.” He flicks his tongue out, a quick, teasing stripe that has me crying out. “Mmm. Even better.”
He dives in, and the world narrows to the hot, wet suction of his mouth, the skilled flick of his tongue over my clit. My head falls back against the cabinet behind me with a thud. A moan rips from my throat, raw and unfiltered.
“That’s it,” Gabriel murmurs. He’s moved closer, his hands sliding up my bare sides, pushing my shirt up. His calloused palms scrape over my ribs, then cup my breasts through my bra. “Let us hear you. Let us know how good he’s making you feel.”
Dante’s lips find my neck, biting down on the tendon there, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to claim. “So responsive,” he growls against my skin. “Every little touch, every taste. You’re so perfect for this, for us.”
Luca works me with a ruthless, focused hunger. He licks and sucks, his fingers sliding inside me, curving just right. Pleasure builds fast and sharp, a coiled spring in my core. I’m panting, my fingers tangling in Luca’s blonde curls, holding him to me. I’m close. So close.
Just as the first tremors begin, Luca pulls away.
I whimper, a sound of pure, desperate loss. My body shakes, teetering on the edge he just abandoned.
Luca looks up, his chin glistening. His green eyes are blown wide with lust and mischief. “Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, greedy girl. You don’t get to come until we say so.” He stands, unbuttoning his jeans. “Dante. She needs more. She’s empty.”
Dante doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves in front of me, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me to the very edge of the counter.
He’s already freed himself, thick and heavy and flushed.
He strokes himself once, his eyes locked on mine.
“Look at me, Rosalina. You take every inch. You understand?”
I can only nod, my mouth dry. He guides himself to my entrance, the broad head nudging against my soaked flesh. He pushes in, slowly, inexorably, filling me in one long, relentless stroke that makes me see stars. A punched-out gasp leaves my lips. He’s so big, the stretch a sweet, perfect burn.
“Fuck,” Dante grits out, his head bowing for a second as he sheathes himself fully inside me. “You feel… Christ, you feel incredible.”
He starts to move, a slow, deep rhythm that has me clutching at his shoulders.
Gabriel is right there, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans.
His hands are on my breasts again, deftly unhooking my bra and pushing it aside.
His thumbs roll over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core, which is already throbbing around Dante.
“Look at her take you,” Gabriel breathes against my lips when he breaks the kiss. He looks down between our bodies, watching Dante slide in and out of me. “So beautiful. Taking her Prince so well.”
Luca is beside Dante now, watching with rapt attention. “She can take more. Look at her. She’s begging for it.” He brings his fingers to my mouth. “Suck. Get them nice and wet for me, dirty girl.”
I open my mouth without hesitation, sucking his fingers deep, coating them with my saliva.
The depravity of the act, the way they’re all watching, sends a fresh rush of heat through me.
Luca pulls his fingers free with a pop and drops his hand between my legs, his fingers circling my clit where Dante and I are joined.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. Dante’s deep, pounding thrusts. Luca’s clever, relentless fingers on my clit, circling, pressing, teasing. Gabriel’s mouth on my neck, his teeth on my earlobe, his words a filthy, praising litany in my ear.
“You’re doing so good, Bella. Taking us all like you were made for it. Such a good girl for us. Our perfect, dirty girl.”
The pressure builds again, higher and tighter than before. My breaths are ragged sobs. My legs are shaking where they’re hooked around Dante’s waist. Luca feels me tightening, sees my face contort.
He stops. He removes his hand completely.
A ragged cry of frustration tears from me. “Please.”
“Not yet,” Luca says, his own breathing harsh. He’s stroking himself now, his eyes fixed on where Dante is moving inside me. “Switch.”
Dante pulls out of me with a groan, and the sudden emptiness is a physical ache. Before I can process it, Gabriel is turning me on the counter, pressing my chest down against the cold granite. He kicks my legs wider apart. I feel him, hard and eager, at my entrance.
“My turn, Bella,” he whispers, his body blanketing mine from behind. He sinks into me in one smooth, deep thrust. He’s a different fit than Dante—not as thick, but longer, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. He sets a faster, punishing pace, his hips slapping against my ass.
“Yes! Gabriel, yes!”
Luca is in front of me now, his cock nudging my lips. “Open up. Show us how hungry you are.”
I open my mouth, and he feeds himself to me, sliding deep into my throat.
I suck him greedily, the salty taste of him, the muffled sounds he makes, combining with the sensation of Gabriel pounding into me from behind.
Dante’s hands are on my back, tracing my spine, then gripping my hips, helping Gabriel hold me in place.
“Look at her,” Dante says, awe in his rough voice. “Taking cock in both ends like a champion. Our champion.”
Gabriel’s thrusts become erratic. “I’m close, fuck. Luca, move.”
Luca pulls from my mouth with a wet sound and steps back. Gabriel slams into me one last time, his body going rigid as he spills himself inside me with a guttural groan, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades.
He stays there for a moment, panting, before carefully pulling out. I feel the warm trickle of his release down my inner thigh.
Before the sensitivity can crest, Dante is there again, turning me onto my back once more. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, driving back into my well-used, dripping core. The feeling is intense, almost too much, the overstimulation walking a razor’s edge between pain and mind-numbing pleasure.
“You’re so full of us,” Dante grunts, his pace brutal, his control fraying. “Full of our come. My come is next. You’re going to milk it from me, aren’t you?”
Luca reappears, kneeling by my head. “Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice rough. “Show us. Show us how much you need to come. Get yourself right to the edge for me. For us.”
My hand slides between my legs, my fingers finding my swollen clit, slippery with a mix of my arousal and Gabriel’s release.
I circle it, my movements frantic, desperate.
The sight of my own hand there, the feel of Dante pounding into me, the taste of Luca still on my tongue—it’s a sensory overload that pushes me higher, higher.
“That’s it,” Luca encourages, his eyes dark. “Such a dirty, desperate girl. Look at her. So fucking beautiful.”
“I can’t… I need…” I’m babbling, teetering on the precipice.
Dante’s thrusts become short, hard jerks. “Now, Rosalina. Come for me now.”