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Dante wraps his hand up over her shoulder and Luca does the same on the opposite side as I lean into her lips and kiss them ever so gently. She’s like smooth, soft, velvet, and even the slightest touch of her has my cock aching. “Do we have a deal then? You follow my rules until you’re better, then all bets are off. You’re free to do what you need to.”
“What if I don’t get better?” Her voice cracks when she speaks, and her lids have gone hooded as though she’s feeling what we’re feeling. “What if your doctors can’t fix me like you think they can?” She looks like she might bolt any second, but she stays still.
“You’ll get better,” I growl into the nape of her neck. “You will. Nothing this beautiful is allowed to die.”
“Beautiful things die every day, gangster.” Her gaze meets mine with sadness.
I slide my thumb over her lips and lean in gently, brushing against her as emotion builds in my chest, emotion I’ve never felt before, emotion that fills me like a drug, emotion that I want more of. “I won’t let this fail, Cinderella. I promise.”
She stays silent for a long time, looking at the three of us, studying our expressions. It’s almost as though she’s fighting with herself, afraid to believe that she could get better, afraid to believe that there’s help. She lets out a sigh. “Okay… I’ll submit to you.”
Every part of me unravels from the inside out, and I’m left with her standing in front of me, her bright eyes like upturned soil, ready for new life.
She flattens her palms over my chest and closes her eyes as she breathes in gently. “It feels kind of good, letting go… knowing whatever you say next is my decision.”
“And I’ll choose right for you, Cinderella. I promise.”
She lets out a whimper and lays her head on my chest, exhaling a slow ragged breath.
“Good girl,” I growl, against her throat. “You’re going to let me do anything I want to this pretty little body, aren’t you?”
She nods, her breathing shallow.
“I’ll spank you and leave my prints on your backside. I’ll blindfold you and put Dante and Luca to work watching you squeal, and twist with pleasure. You’ll come so many times you’ll be out of control with relaxation.”
My hand wraps around the back of her neck as my other hand lowers to her ass, spanking it hard and heavy.
She moans out, her uncontrollable sigh echoing through me.
I’m desperate to reach into her panties and touch her drenched pussy, desperate to rub my fingertips over her swollen clit until she convulses her pleasure against me. I want to spread her wide and thrust into her, rocking my hips back and forth until she’s coated with my seed. But first, I’ll watch. I’ll watch and I’ll make sure she’s never been more satisfied in her life.
Chapter Eleven
Lucy
I’ve never considered myself submissive. Hell, I still wouldn’t. Every single one of these men knows that the second I hear something I don’t like, I’m done. I’ll walk out on my own free will and curse them all out as I go. That said, giving myself permission to relax is exhilarating. The best part is, Saint isn’t pretending. I’ve been with guys who played a dominate before and it was always a joke. I think they were pretending for my sake, because it’s what I was into. Ultimately, I didn’t get off on it because the energy was off. I’ve never believed another man as a dominate.
It’s different with Saint. He’s not pretending, and control definitely turns him on.
“Strip her naked,” he says to Dante and Luca who surround me. Dante is willing, but Luca looks unsure of himself, like he’d choose to go slower if he could. He kisses my shoulder gently before Dante pulls off the oversized t-shirt I’ve been wearing.
“You’re okay with this, right?” Luca tucks his head into my ear and wraps me up. “I want you to feel safe.”
I nod. “I want this, as long as you do.”
“Good girl, Cinderella.” Saint’s voice is deep and demanding. I can’t imagine how tortured he is right now, and zero percent of me understands why he’d wait to have me if it weren’t for some weird fetish.
“Turn for me,” he says. “I want to see all of you.”
I’ve never been the most confident girl in the room. Well, I would fake like I was, but I never felt it. I’ve always noticed every bump, lump, and wrinkle, hence the need for internet affirmations. But tonight, none of that matters. I’m not sure it’ll ever matter again. These three men make me feel like a goddess, like I’m everything they’ve ever fantasized about and more.
I turn in a slow circle, my hands running through my hair as another grazes my breast.
“Tell her how beautiful she is, boys. She needs to hear it.”
Dante leans into my ear and whispers, “Mui bella.”
Luca follows with the same, kissing the lobe of my ear gently. I want to hear it from Saint as well, but he doesn’t speak. He only watches as the men tug at me, kiss my breasts, and lick my speared nipples.
