Chapter Eleven
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Alessia
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How would I even start telling all this to Clover when she gets back from her honeymoon?
I sit in stony silence in the limo until I can't anymore.
"How did you know?" I ask.
"We had to know everything about our future bride, Alessia."
"You're just saying that. You don't want to marry me. I'm a mess. Was that a power trip? He might be a prince, but Arthur's country is very weak, really not much to contend with. He's small fry, so why then?"
"Didn't you hear what we said? You belong to us. Every part of you is ours."
"You just met me yesterday. You can't want to marry me already. You don't even know me."
But I know everything I can about them.
"Alessia, do you think we don't know what we felt the instant we saw you? Do you think we'd tell you something that isn't true? We're men of our word. If we say we decided to make you our bride the first time we saw you, it's foolproof."
"And if there was a man threatening you with imprisonment if you stepped into your own country again, it's our business to set him straight or take him out, whichever works best."
"You're ours, Alessia. From the moment we found you in our bed in our apartment, we knew you belonged to us. We had no choice in the matter."
“That was yesterday. You found me yesterday,” I cry.
"Exactly and we needed to stake our claim in a public way with the most influential people in the world, so they'll know you're ours. Norvik is a drop in the ocean for us."
Tears roll from my eyes, but I wipe them away quickly.
"The pearls," I say. "They're mine, a family tradition. Each princess is given a set of pearls from the atoll, and she's buried with them. But those were the last ones, and I'm the last to have them.
"I tried to take them with me when I fled—they were the only things that made me miss my home less—but I couldn't. To spite me, my grandmother sold them to a private buyer, and I traced them back to you."
I know my grandmother kept the truly exorbitant sum of money they paid for them through a private anonymous sale for herself. If I thought she would use the money to uplift certain parts of my country, I overestimated her.
"So I invented a cleaning company," I continue, "that would give me access to your apartment once I found out they were housed there, all so I could hold them again." I wipe more tears from my eyes.
"Then you put them inside me and made me come all over them, and now I'm going to be buried with them, knowing all that. It's going to be really awkward for the person who has to touch them and put them in my coffin with me. And I think I love you. I think I've loved you for two straight years."
Well. That went really well. I'm just spilling my guts out here with talks of my funeral and declarations of love.
"What took you so long to get into our bed?"
I laugh because that was all it took.
"Will you touch me when we get home?"
They don't answer me. They don't need to. I hear their answer in the way my question made them growl, in the tension in the air, and in the way their cocks swell right before my eyes at the back of the limo where they sit opposite me.
"Will you do everything to me, everywhere?" I say even more softly.
By the time we step into the penthouse, the zipper on my dress is already pulled down, and I'm divested of the gown.
A bra didn't go with the dress, and without my panties, I'm completely naked except for the bejeweled collar around my neck.
They make me stand in the middle of the room, their gazes traveling all over my body with slow, excruciating intent, leaving me breathless and restless.
I drop down to my knees and beg. As if that's what they'd been waiting for, they strip off their clothes and come to me.
My mouth waters as I take their cocks into my hands, pumping one while I explore another with my mouth. I repeat the cycle over and over.
Savoring the copious flow of pre-cum dripping from the heads of their shafts, I suck harder, taking them deeper, getting braver with each minute that passes until I've driven them over the edge.
Layton picks me up, his cock finding its way into wetness without any guidance. He lies down with me straddling him, taking my nipple into his mouth as he presses me down on his thick, long cock.
Dear god, I'm so full I'm going to break.
But I need more, and I'm impatient for it.
The scent of coconut oil fills the air. I quiver as Garrison pours a generous amount down my butt cheeks. But then I nearly jump out of my skin when Jasper parts my cheeks and Garrison places the nozzle of the bottle into my bottom hole.
Dear god.
He squeezes the bottle gently, and I feel a spray of the silky oil fill me up. The sensation is foreign, but nothing prepares me for when Garrison removes the bottle and both he and Jasper insert a finger each into my bottom hole.
I bury my face against Layton, whimpering quietly at the intrusion, knowing I must take them this way in order to take their cocks.
Still, fear rattles through me as they add another finger, forcefully stretching my hole beyond its capacity. The burn is so magnificent, I want to howl like an animal.
Layton forces me to look at him.
"Breathe," he says as if he knew the instant Garrison and Jasper would remove their fingers and replace them with their cocks.
Holy mother of fuck.
Full-blown panic sails over me until Layton captures my lips, taking what little breath I have left for himself, forcing me to fight for air.
The distraction works. So do his fingers on my clit and his mouth on my nipple.
I throw my head back as Garrison and Jasper fully embed themselves inside me. My world tilts right off its axis; the pain is like a shockwave, like a volcano erupting over and over again inside me.
I'm stretched more than my body can handle. My breath is lost. My heart is going to leap out of my chest.
They're so huge, it's impossible that all three are inside me, but now I just won't move, and they don't force me to.
Except they tell me how beautiful I am, how amazing, how well I've taken their cocks, and how tight I'm holding them inside me to the point where I'm killing them with pure torturous pleasure.
They seduce me with their words, and my body slowly loosens up. I move. Just a little. Then a little more.
The feeling of having them inside me changes. Every movement I make bumps them against my walls and creates a pool of fresh wetness in my pussy. My clit swells again, and Layton roars as he feels it harden in his fingers.
I move a little faster, my body undulating over their cocks like a wave. I love it. I ride them until I make myself come. Then it's their turn, and I let them have me any way they want.
They take me possessively and thoroughly, both gently and lovingly but also raw and primal, as if they can't help themselves.
"We love you, princess." Their words fall roughly, strained and hoarse from their lips, and land in my heart.
I make them say it again and again, with every pump of their cum inside me.
"I love you," I say to each one of them in return.
They are my true forever kings.