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“I choose you,” I say.
“Are you sure, love?” Dante asks. “You can’t take this decision back.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Dante reaches for me his hand cupping the side of my head as he pulls my lips to his, and I melt into his kiss even as Seven lets out a frustrated groan. Dante pulls away only for Seven’s to grab me and drag me back against the couch. He bends over it from behind to kiss me as Dante works his way down my neck.
My body aches for them, every kiss sending electricity rippling through me to feed the fire growing within.
“Are you ready for Seven and I to make love to you?” Dante whispers against my ear as he brushes his lips gently over it.
Seven pulls away to glance up at Dante and then down at me, our eyes locking for a split-second and it’s impossible not to see the hunger burning in them. He flashes a silvery grin at me, just as Dante pulls back, and I let out a soft whimper at the loss of both their lips against my skin.
I search their faces for any sign that their teasing me, but find none.
“Both of you?”
“Yes.”
“At the same time?”
“We’ll be gentle.”
“Speak for yourself,” Seven says with a half-grin.
“Don’t mind him,” Dante says, as my heart beats faster in my chest. “We promise to take care of you.”
Oh my God, is this really happening?
I nod slowly.
“Say it,” Dante orders, his voice a low growl.
“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my ears so that even I can barely hear myself, but it’s enough.
Dante lifts me up off the couch and carries me over to his desk as Seven moves to the opposite side. Sitting me down it, and I flinch against the hard surface.
“What’s wrong?”
“Valentine punished me,” I answer. “The welts still sting a little.”
Dante gently tips me to the side and pulls up the bottom of my shirt to expose the lashes across my butt.
“The fucker,” Seven snarls, reaching over to carefully trace one of the welts. “If I never hear his name again it’ll be too soon.”
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, little one,” Seven snorts. “But rest assured, I’m going to do everything in my power to make you forget he ever existed.”
He leans down to kiss the welt, his hand grabbing the full cheek to gently squeeze it. He pulls away slightly, and I feel a wave of self-consciousness wash over me as he lifts my cheek to get a better view between my legs.
“I-I should wash.”
“Fuck no, that’s my job now,” Seven growls. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I hesitate for a second before I obey, shifting so my butt is now directly toward him and my head toward Dante. I hear Seven spit in his hand before slipping it between my thighs to wet them.
“Here,” Dante says, ripping off his shirt and tossing it to Seven. “Use this to wipe off the blood while I take care of the welts.”
