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“Shut it, Ren,” I snap. “Tonight, I’m going to give Camila some aftercare. We can’t just leave her like this.”
Ren’s eyes narrow, but to my surprise, he nods. “Alright, I’ll help,” he offers.
I shake my head firmly. “No, Ren. Aftercare isn’t your speciality.” I turn to Dante, who has been watching quietly. “Dante, will you help me with this?”
Dante nods, his expression softening. “Of course, Elio. I know how to be gentle.”
I carry Camila into the bathroom, Dante following close behind. “Run the bath,” I demand, sitting on the chair in the corner and rocking her gently as Dante turns on the faucet.
Once the bath is full, I gently lower Camila into the warm, soothing water, her body relaxing as it envelops her. Dante and I work together, focused on caring for her. I start massaging shampoo into her hair, my fingers tenderly working through the soft strands as she lets out a contented sigh. Dante kneels by the tub, carefully washing her arms and legs with a soft sponge.
We handle her with the utmost care, treating her like the precious princess she is. I feel a sense of peace and purpose, knowing that despite everything that has happened, I can still show Camila the gentleness she deserves.
Camila lets out a soft moan, arching her back against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. I feel a surge of desire course through me at the sight, but I force myself to stay in control. “Camila, you need to stop that,” I warn. “If you keep moving like that, I won’t be able to help myself.”
Dante nods in agreement, his jaw tight. “He’s right. We want to care for you and make you feel better, not to lose ourselves right now.”
To my surprise, Camila looks at us with hooded, desire-filled eyes. “I want you to touch me,” she whispers, “please.”
I exchange a conflicted glance with Dante, seeing the same turmoil reflected in his dark eyes. We both crave her, our bodies aching with need, but we also want to show her a different kind of intimacy - one focused solely on her pleasure and comfort rather than our own selfish desires.
Dante gently takes one of Camila’s smooth, wet legs out of the water, running his large hands along her glistening skin. I continue massaging her scalp, feeling her silky hair glide between my fingers as I watch her eyes flutter closed, and a soft sigh of contentment escapes her parted lips. Slowly, gently, we explore her body, caressing and stroking her supple flesh, intent on bringing her nothing but pure bliss.
Camila’s breathing quickens, becoming shallow and rapid, and her hips start to undulate in response. I lean in close, my lips brushing against the delicate shell of her ear as I speak. “That’s it, princess,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble. “Just let go.”
Dante’s hands drift higher beneath the water, and Camila lets out a low, throaty moan as he finds her sensitive bud and begins stroking her clit in slow circles. I capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing her cries of ecstasy as she surrenders completely and finds her release under our combined efforts.
Spent and satisfied, Camila sinks back into the water, her eyes shining with a newfound trust. Dante and I exchange a glance of understanding. That we will continue to care for her, to show her that she can find joy and safety in our arms, no matter the darkness surrounding us. No matter the fact that Ren will always crave the dark and depraved from her.
As Dante finishes gently washing her breasts, I tenderly lift Camila from the tub and wrap her in a soft, fluffy towel, taking care to dry her body. I carry her to my bedroom, Dante trailing behind, and lay her down on the silken sheets of the bed. I press a feather-light kiss to her forehead, brushing a strand of damp hair back, and she sighs contentedly, some of the tension leaving her body.
“Rest now, princess,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble. “You’re safe here with us.”
Dante moves to the side of the bed, offering Camila a glass of cool water, which she sips gratefully. As she lays back against the pillows, I pull the blankets up and tuck them around her.
I know that our intimate actions tonight have irrevocably changed the course of our relationship, binding us together. Still, in this moment, all that matters is Camila’s comfort and well-being. I vow to do whatever it takes to protect her, even if it means going against my family’s interests. She belongs to us now, well and truly, and I know there’s no world in which I let her go.
As Camila’s eyes flutter shut, her breathing evening out into sleep, I turn to Dante, my expression serious. “Thank you for your help tonight,” I say quietly.
Dante nods, his own gaze filled with a mixture of concern and understanding. “Of course. We’re in this together.”
I glance back at Camila’s sleeping form, her beauty striking even in repose. My heart feels heavy with the weight of what we’ve done, binding her to us irrevocably. But I know that there’s no turning back now. We will face the consequences together, the four of us bound by these newfound intimacies, for better or worse.
As we walk into the living room, Ren approaches with a huge grin on his face, holding up his cell phone. "We're in lads. Dimitry just sent the confirmation."
"Any assignment yet?" I question.
"Not yet," Renzo says, shaking his head. "But I'm sure Dimitry will be in touch soon with the details of our first assignment."
I nod, trying to hide my unease. When Renzo had first told me about Nexus and their initiation rituals, I'd been skeptical that a secret society operating on a college campus could really offer the power and connections he claimed. But now, with our membership confirmed, the reality is setting in. We're part of something bigger now, and there's no going back.
"What do you think he'll ask us to do?" Dante pipes up from his spot on the couch. There's an edge of nervous excitement in his voice. Out of the three of us, Dante has always been the most eager to prove himself.
Renzo shrugs. "With Dimitry, it's hard to say. But knowing how these societies operate, it'll be some kind of test to gauge our loyalty and discretion."
My palms feel clammy at the thought. When we'd discussed this back when it was all still hypothetical, it had seemed thrilling - a chance to exercise the kind of ruthless cunning Father always preaches. But now faced with the actual prospect of being tasked to do God knows what, my stomach twists itself into knots.
Because in truth, I don't know if I have the stomach for the kind of deeds Nexus likely requires of its members. Violence, intimidation, blackmail...these are all part of the family business, things I've been prepared for since I could walk. But carrying them out in cold blood, just to satisfy some society's arbitrary whims?
