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I meet her gaze steadily, willing her to trust me. “We intend to take him down a few pegs,” I continue, my voice low and determined. “He needs to learn that he can’t control us.”
She nods slowly, processing my words. “But what about the consequences?” she asks, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “Won’t your father retaliate?”
I reach out, taking her hand in mine. “Let me worry about that, princess,” I assure her, my thumb tracing circles on her soft skin.
Camila bites her lower lip.
I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over her ear. “Trust me, Camila,” I murmur, my voice low and seductive. “I won’t let anything happen to you. When I found out you were gone, it killed me, baby girl.” I press my thumb over her lip and brush it tenderly. “I’m sorry for the way we treated you. But you must know, I always wanted you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted.”
She shivers at my proximity, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. There’s a new resolve in their depths when she opens them again. “Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll try to trust you, even though it’s hard.”
I smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Good girl,” I praise, pulling her closer to me. “We’re in this together now.”
Renzo clears his throat. “All four of us, right, bookworm?”
She shudders, and her eyes move to Dante, who’s watching her darkly.
Dante tilts his head. “I won’t rush you, tesoro. But I want my turn, too.” He winks. “With or without these two fuckers.”
I shake my head, glancing over at Renzo. “So, how are we going to handle this?” I ask. “Sharing Camila, I mean.”
Renzo grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I say we take her at the same time,” he suggests. “You know she wants it, the little slut.”
Dante chuckles, leaning back in his seat. “I’m game,” he agrees, his gaze drifting over Camila’s body. “I bet she’d love to have all three of us inside her at the same time, stretching her out.”
I nod, my cock twitching at the thought. “We could take turns,” I muse, my hand sliding up Camila’s thigh. “One in her pussy, one in her ass, and one in her mouth.”
Camila’s breath hitches, and she squirms beneath my touch. But then, to my surprise, she speaks up. “Excuse me,” she says, her voice firm and unyielding. “I’m done being dictated to if we’re doing this.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden assertiveness.
“I’m a person,” Camila continues, her eyes flashing with determination. “And I have a say in who I’m with and when.”
I can’t help but find her newfound confidence incredibly sexy. Gently I trail my fingers higher up her thigh.
Renzo laughs, clearly amused by Camila’s outburst. “Looks like our little bookworm has grown a backbone.”
Dante, on the other hand, remains silent. But I can see how his eyes darken, a hungry expression crossing his face. I know that look all too well - he likes a girl who takes charge sometimes.
I raise an eyebrow at Camila’s bold statement, a smirk on my lips. “Is that so, princess?” I drawl, leaning back in my seat. “You think you can call the shots now?”
Camila meets my gaze, her eyes blazing. “I know what I want,” she declares, her voice steady despite the slight tDanter in her hands. “And I’m not afraid to ask for it anymore.”
I chuckle. “And what exactly is it that you want, princess?” I ask, my tone low.
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she’s about to say. “I want all three of you,” she admits, her cheeks flushing with desire and embarrassment. “But on my terms.”
Renzo lets out a low whistle, his eyes widening in surprise. “Well, well, well,” he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Our little bookworm has some hidden depths.”
I lean forward, my hand sliding up Camila’s thigh. “And what exactly are your terms, princess?” I ask, my breath ghosting over her ear.
She shivers at my touch, but her voice remains steady. “I want to be in control sometimes,” she explains, her eyes meeting mine. “I want to choose who gets what and when.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “That won’t always be the case,” I warn her, fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You and I both know that’s not what you want really.”
She bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “You’re right,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “I do love submitting to you.”
I smirk, satisfied by her admission. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have desires of your own,” I murmur, my thumb tracing circles on her inner thigh. “Tell me, baby girl, what do you want?”
