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Nico grunts his agreement, leaning over to suck on my nipple.
“Talk to me, princess – how do you feel?” Enzo asks, giving me time to adjust to his size. I can barely speak. He moves slightly and I moan. The friction is fucking amazing.
“I want you to move,” I whisper, lost to my own pleasure. “I feel so full – and I want you to move.”
His dark eyes twinkle with amusement and he starts to rock against me, making little jolts of pleasure spiral up my spine.
I have never felt this full.
“Christina! Honey, are you in there?”
My mother’s voice calls out from the hall and the three of us freeze.
If she were to find out what we’re doing…
“Answer her, Angel. Tell her what she needs to hear so she leaves,” Nico growls in my ear.
Enzo moves inside me again and I let out a whimper.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now!” I yell, praying my mom will take the hint and leave.
“Honey, don’t be like that,” she says, knocking on the door. I stare in horror as she tests the doorknob. Did I lock it? Please tell me I locked it!
Enzo flexes within me and I slap his thigh.
“Go. Away.” I scream.
“Christina,” my mother sighs, “This isn’t like you. Why are you acting like this?”
She knocks again. “Just let me in and we can talk about things.”
Enzo’s fingers dig into my thighs as he drives deep into me and I almost pass out. I want to scream but if I do, my mother will probably make a guard break down this door.
“Fuck,” he groans in my ear as I shudder.
“Mom, I promise I will talk to you later. I just need some space,” I gasp out.
“Okay, honey. But I don’t appreciate you yelling at me. I raised you better than that.” My mom says, resigned.
“Sorry,” I call out weakly.
“You are ours.” Enzo thrusts harder. “Do you understand me?” He grunts. “You belong to us.
Tell me you understand me.”
“I’m yours,” I grunt in between thrusts.
Enzo comes inside me with a groan. My body feels limp when he withdraws, leaving me collapsed on the bed, unable to move or speak.
Nico reaches down only to wipe the come from my thighs and shove those fingers into my mouth.
“Our good, dirty girl,” he says.
His praise warms me from the inside out. It scares me how much I want that. To be their good girl.
I feel Enzo return with a warm damp cloth, cleaning me gently.
“Look how greedy she is, sucking my fingers dry.”
