Vows of Trust (The Sovrano Mafia Empire #9)

Chapter 1

Francesca

“Yes, Francesca. More. More than just kissing. I think you noticed tonight how everyone here kisses each other?”

My heart sped up as my brain spun. What was he getting at?

“Yes.” I laughed softly. “That was hard to miss.”

Nick chuckled and nodded. “It was, indeed.” He smiled and watched as his finger got closer and closer to my neckline. This blouse had a V-neck, and it displayed my cleavage nicely. Thanks in part to the fabulous demi bra I was wearing.

“We all kiss each other like that, Francesca. The way you and I were kissing tonight? That's something that the rest of us have been doing for a long time. We like to share our love with each other. And not limit it. Do you understand what I mean?”

I really didn't.

They kissed.

They made out.

And nobody seemed to care.

Right at that moment, Eve walked in.

With Carlo.

Hand in hand.

Eve gave me a smile and a little wave. Carlo looked at me—and the two men on either side of me. He followed Eve to the couch. He sat down.

And quickly pulled her to straddle him.

His hands went directly to her behind.

And they started kissing.

But, like—kissing, kissing.

And Nick was—right here.

What the heck were they doing?

“Don't mind those two,” Nick said with a sigh.

“Pay attention to what we're doing over here, please?” Nick's index finger moved my face toward him.

“There. Now, as I was saying before, in our little circle, we like to kiss—” his eyes looked down at my cleavage, “and do more. And I would love to do more with you, Francesca. So would your husband.”

“More—what?” I asked, and then I heard Eve—giggle? I turned my head and saw—

Holy.

Crap.

Her blouse was open, displaying her black bra.

Incidentally, her cleavage looked—great.

And Carlo appeared to agree with me because his other hand cupped her breast and then suddenly pulled the bra cup down.

Eve's breast toppled out. She gasped as Carlo seductively licked her already hard nipple. And then he wrapped his lips around it.

Eve moaned, sounding like she was in complete ecstasy.

“Francesca,” Stefan asked, his fingers cupping my chin, “do you like Nick's hand on your thigh?”

Nick leaned over and whispered in my ear, “It's not bad. Is it, Francesca? I think it feels nice. And I can think of a lot of other things that would feel even nicer. Would you like to try something more? Perhaps—” the tip of his nose dragged along the outside of my jaw, “we start with a kiss. And then some touching?”

I sucked in a breath and felt my nipples grow hard. “What? Touching—where?”

Stefan chuckled beside me and took my lips in a soft kiss. “Now, kiss Nick like that, Chesca. Please? For me?”

Nick touched the side of my face and kissed me. Softly. Just like Stefan had.

Then Stefan kissed me again.

Harder this time.

Deeper.

Definitely with more intent.

When he let go of me, I was breathless. He turned my head toward Nick. And then Nick kissed me the same way.

“Nick, undo her blouse for me, please. I want you to see how beautiful my wife is,” Stefan ordered his best friend.

What—the heck did Stefan just say?

Nick's lips left mine, and he looked at Stefan. “Gladly, my friend.” Then he gazed at me—his eyes moving down to my cleavage. “I've been waiting so long to see you, Francesca.”

I looked at Stefan, and he nodded. His gaze was full of so much heat, I thought I might incinerate right here.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

He really wanted his best friend to see me.

My eyes drifted over to the other couch to see Carlo ridding Eve of her black blouse. And—the black bra. Eve's hands eagerly pulled on the hem of Carlo's T-shirt. Carlo helped her and yanked it over his head—displaying his very large, very muscular chest.

Eve's hands instantly started touching him like the world was ending in five minutes, and this was their last chance to be together.

Except for the fact that Carlo was—not—her husband.

No.

Her husband was over here.

Undoing my blouse.

There weren't that many buttons, so it didn't take him long. And when he undid the last button, his hand gently brushed the sides of my blouse over. One at a time—displaying my breasts to him.

“You look beautiful in this, Francesca.” Nick's fingers lightly brushed over my bra cup. “But I would very much like to see you without it.” Nick grinned at me.

“Oh, Carlo. Yes,” Eve moaned, and I peered over to see her lowering herself down onto his enormous cock. In the meantime, Carlo was feasting on her huge breasts, obviously enjoying his work.

“But—they're—” I stuttered, unable to find the words for what I wanted to say. I mean—these men on either side of me obviously saw what Carlo and Eve were doing.

Nick couldn't miss seeing his wife—his wife—impaling herself on his best friend's cock.

“Enjoying themselves?” Nick said with a smirk. “Yes, Francesca. They are. And so are we.” The back of his fingers glided over one breast, and then the other.

Stefan touched my arm and said, “This?” He held up his left hand and pointed to the ring I'd just given him.

Then he picked up my left hand and touched my ring between his fingers.

“Mean I'm your husband, and you're my wife. You belong to me. And I belong to you. But all of us also love each other. Deeply.”

I bit my lip and said, “Stefan, there's a high chance that ring will turn your finger green in a week.”

Nick chuckled. “Ah, there's the mouth that you've spoken of.”

Stefan looked at his best friend and laughed. “Nick, you have no idea.”

They were talking to each other as if I wasn't right there.

“Faster, Eve. For fuck's sake. Go faster,” Carlo demanded of Eve.

“Yes, okay,” she said breathlessly. And then there was a loud—smack—and Eve moaned.

Loudly.

Holy.

Crap.

Did Carlo just—spank Nick's wife?

With Nick in the same room?

Nick sighed. “I fear these two are going to be a distraction. Perhaps we should take this,” Nick rubbed my thigh, “upstairs?”

Stefan nodded. “I agree. It'll be quieter.”

Both men rose and grasped my hands in theirs, pulling me up. We started walking, and Eve said, “Aww, we wanted to watch.” Her voice sounded whiny and disappointed.

Nick turned his head and said, “Next time, my dear. You two have fun, though.”

With all of us watching—Carlo spanked Eve. Her curvy behind shook from the force of it. “Eve, did I tell you to stop?”

Nick gazed down and gave me a wink. Completely unbothered. He looked at Stefan as we walked out of the living room and into the hallway. “To your room?”

Stefan agreed, “Sounds good. No one will disturb us there.”

And then I walked along, in between these two men while they held my hands.

“I noticed that they got the woodwork around the fireplace refinished. It looks fantastic. Carlo mentioned it a while ago, but I didn't know that they'd gone through with it. Do you know what contractor they used?” Stefan asked Nick, as they guided me through the hallway.

“I think it's the same one that he used for the bathroom renovations. I definitely know he's worked on this place before.”

Okay.

Were these men seriously discussing home renovations at the moment? While Eve and Carlo were fucking each other's brains out in the living room?

Again?

And Stefan had just confessed to me that he wanted me to do—more—with Nick? His best friend?

And now we were going up to our room to do—what?

They continued discussing upgrades that Carlo had apparently done since Stefan had been here last. And the whole time—they just kept casually walking me to our bedroom. As if this were the most natural thing in the world.

When we finally reached the bedroom, Stefan let go of my hand and walked toward one of the chairs.

“Over here, Francesca. Let's get comfortable. Shall we?” Nick guided me to the bed, and before I realized what he was doing, he flipped the covers back and sat down.

Then he pulled me down to sit beside him.

“I've been looking forward to this.” His eyes roamed over my face.

“You're so beautiful.” Nick's hand reached up and touched the side of my cheek.

I looked over at Stefan and saw that he'd moved the chair closer to the bed.

He sat down and smiled at me. “Give Nick a kiss, Francesca. Please?” he asked with one eyebrow raised.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

He really wanted me to kiss his best friend. While his best friend’s wife was fucking Stefan's brother downstairs.

“Francesca.” Stefan's voice held more authority now. He was ordering me to do this.

It was a kiss. Just a kiss.

But then what? That was the part that was still more than a little foggy to me.

Nick and I had kissed before. And I liked it. A lot.

But this whole—more—thing was freaking me out a little.

Actually, a lot.

But it was what Stefan wanted. It was what he asked for. And I wanted to make him happy. And in the process, I had a feeling I would also be making myself happy. Very, very, very happy.

So—I turned to Nick and looked into his eyes. Gosh. This man wanted me. Just looking at him made me tingle all over.

Then I leaned forward—and he met me halfway.

Our lips—touched.

And my lower belly clenched so hard.

So.

So.

So hard.

It was like electricity shot directly from my lips down between my legs. His tongue pressed into my mouth and found mine.

“Mm, you taste delicious,” Nick said against my lips. He tasted like the wonderful wine we'd been drinking. And a hint of the wedding cake that Eve had brought out after supper. I wondered if Nick had taken another quick taste before he brought the wine in for us.

Nick deepened our kiss and began rubbing his hand up my arm, giving me goosebumps.

“Nick, touch Francesca's breasts. See how soft she is.” Stefan's voice brought me back to the moment. I'd been concentrating so much on Nick's kiss that I'd almost forgotten Stefan was here.

And now he'd ordered Nick to touch me.

A moment later, Nick's hands were on my breasts. They burned through the thin fabric of my bra.

“How do they feel, Nick?” Stefan asked his best friend.