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I gasp as Renzo breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to taste you, Bookworm,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
Before I can respond, Elio pushes me back down onto the bed while Renzo reclaims his position between my thighs. Elio captures my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans.
The first touch of Renzo’s tongue against my sensitive flesh has me arching off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets. He licks and sucks, his skilled mouth driving me to the brink of madness.
Dante’s fingers join Renzo’s tongue, sliding in and out of me. I cry out, my body overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me of having three men kissing and touching me.
Elio’s hands continue their sweet torture of my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I’m writhing.
I’m climbing higher and higher, my body tensing as I near the precipice.
“Let go, Princess,” Elio murmurs against my lips. “We’ve got you.”
His words are my undoing. I shatter, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I’m dimly aware of their hands and mouths, guiding me through the intense pleasure, prolonging my release until I’m boneless and sated.
As I float down from my high, I feel Elio’s arms encircle me, holding me close. Renzo gently kisses my inner thigh. Dante’s fingers slide out of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching for more.
Elio brushes a stray hair from my face, his eyes soft with affection. “You’re incredible, Camila,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. “And despite wanting to spend the rest of the day exploring our new perfect dynamic, we’ve got a job to do.”
Renzo nods. “We’ve got a king to take down a peg or two.” The smirk on his face is unnerving. “But once that’s done, we’re going to service you non-stop for days,” he promises.
I blush, still marveling at the intensity of what I just experienced. I’ve never felt so cherished, so worshipped, as I do in this moment, surrounded by these three men who have captured my heart. I wish we didn’t have to leave this bed and enter the unknown. Once Ren and Elio go up against their father, there’s no telling who will come out of this unscathed.
46
CAMILA
It’s hard not to pull at the soft silk ropes binding my wrists, feeling almost sensual against my skin. Elio and Renzo lead me into the grand foyer of the Barone family mansion, their strong hands guiding me with gentleness and possessiveness. Dante follows behind closely. My heart races with a potent blend of fear and anticipation as we cross the threshold.
Despite the uncertainty that lies ahead, a strange sense of calm washes over me. I trust these men, my men, with a depth that surprises me. Elio catches my gaze, his dark eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness that makes my breath catch. Renzo’s grip on my arm tightens, a silent promise that he’ll never let me go.
The lies and schemes that once shrouded our every interaction have fallen away, leaving only the raw truth of our connection. We’re on the same team now, united against a common enemy. The knowledge fills me a sense of empowerment that thrums through my veins like liquid fire.
As we make our way deeper into the mansion’s heart, I hold my head high, drawing on the courage of the men beside me. Whatever challenges we face, whatever dangers lurk in the shadows, I know we’ll face them together. Elio, Renzo, and Dante, are my anchors in this storm.
The ropes that bind me feel like a symbol of our unbreakable bond, a physical manifestation of the ties that link us. I’m not just Camila Aguilar anymore, the sheltered princess of a cartel empire. I’m something more, something stronger. I’m a woman who has faced her fears and emerged victorious, who has claimed her place in this dangerous world beside three dangerous but powerful men.
A man approaches us, smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Instantly, I know it’s Amerigo Barone because of his similarities in looks between Elio and Renzo.
My heart races as he draws closer, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. Elio and Renzo tense beside me, their bodies coiled like springs, ready to snap. Dante’s hand rests on the small of my back, a silent reassurance of his presence.
“Ah, the infamous Camila Aguilar,” Amerigo drawls, his voice dripping with false charm. “I’ve heard so much about you, my dear. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
I force myself to meet his gaze, refusing to be cowed by his intimidating presence. “I wish I could say the same, Mr. Barone,” I reply, my voice steady.
Amerigo chuckles, a dark and menacing sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Feisty, aren’t you? We’ll soon beat that out of you, won’t we boys?”
Elio’s jaw clenches. “Yes, sir,” he says, playing along.
I feel a flicker of panic as Amerigo’s dark gaze rakes over me, his lips curling into a cruel smile. Elio and Renzo remain stoic beside me, their expressions carefully neutral. But I can sense the tension radiating from them, the barely contained fury simmering beneath the surface.
“Well done, boys,” Amerigo says. “You’ve brought me quite the prize. The daughter of Santos Aguilar delivered right to my doorstep.”
Elio inclines his head, his jaw clenched tight. “As you commanded, Father.”
Amerigo steps closer, his fingers trailing along my cheek in a mockery of a caress. I flinch away from his touch, bile rising in my throat. “Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “It’s a shame we’ll have to dispose of her once we get what we need.”
Renzo’s hand twitches at his side, and for a moment, I’m terrified he’ll lash out. But he remains still, his gaze fixed straight ahead. “Of course, Father,” he says, his voice devoid of emotion. “We live to serve the family.”
