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“Tácito might not want—”
“Oh, I want.” Tácito leaps from his position in the corner. “I want you to ride my face. Drown me in your juices. Suffocate me with your pussy until the unimaginable happens, then keep going.”
“Unimaginable?” The word barely passes my lips.
“Me getting my fill of you.” Without waiting for my acceptance, Tácito pulls his shirt over his head. In seconds, he is naked and crawling on the bed into position; his eagerness is both daunting and exhilarating.
This is the first time I’ve seen his body in all its glory. Golden skin encases muscles that beg for my caress, but can I really indulge? Satisfy the curiosity I’ve lived with for more years than is healthy? With my mind swirling with indecision, I ask Valentino, “How does this appease you?”
He stands and caresses my cheek while I look helplessly up at him. “Because while Tácito’s tongue is so deep inside your pussy you feel him at the back of your throat, I get to watch your pretty face as you experience everything. See the wicked pleasure crash through you. Direct you until I’m satisfied that there will be no misunderstandings in the future.”
“So, you’re going to control what happens between me and Tácito?”
“I think of it more as facilitating the inevitable.”
My heart thumps an erratic beat that doubles when Valentino places his hands on my shirt’s buttons. One by one, he frees the accessory that protects me from his view.
When he gets halfway down, I instinctively clutch at the material. I can’t help my reaction even though Valentino assured me yesterday that I’m beautiful to him, scars and all. I need time to come to terms with his appreciation for me and my body no matter what state I’m in, but he is only half of my reason for hesitating.
I steal a swift glance at Tácito before returning to look into Valentino’s eyes.
Tácito has been saving himself all these years. Never did I think he did so for me. What if I disappoint him? I know he’s seen my naked body many times, but lust was the furthest from his mind with my life at stake. How will he react to the physical reminders of my violent life that are embedded in my skin?
Valentino pauses from undressing me, a slight frown downturning his mouth. “If you make us wait, we will not go easy on you.”
“Sloane?” Rustling behind me begins.
“Stay where you are.” Valentino signs to Tácito, then turns me to face the bed. “It seems that my lesson yesterday with our principessa didn’t take.” He rips my shirt open and off my body.
“Valentino!” I lean forward and clutch my torso to hide myself from Tácito’s view, yet Valentino continues to vigorously disrobe me.
“Coño, que haces?” Tácito rushes toward me.
“I told you to stay where you were! I don’t do this shit lightly. Principessa here thinks her scars make her undesirable. We need to show her how wrong she is.”
“You can be a real asshole, you know that?” Although Tácito expresses his disgruntlement, he settles himself against the headboard. “A little gentleness never hurt anybody.”
“When she’s in your hands, you handle her the way you want.”
“You can be damn sure I will. To think she would think something so asinine—”
“She doesn’t appreciate being talked about like she isn’t in the goddamn room.” I try to pull away, but Valentino wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest.
With his lips pressed to my ear, he whispers to me in a dangerous voice that causes my breath to hitch and a pulling sensation between my thighs. “Don’t worry, principessa, we won’t leave you out. We’ll talk to you.”
He presses his mouth to my nape then my shoulder. With his free hand, he wrestles my arm free to flick my nipple unrestricted, sending little shockwaves through my body. “Here.”
Without meaning to, I lean into him, pressing my head against his shoulder and giving him more access to do whatever he wants to me.
Valentino brushes against the puckered skin near my heart. “Here.” He continues his journey, cataloging all the areas he and Tácito will speak to with a gentle caress so unlike his rough treatment earlier. When he gets to my pussy, he pets me, toys with my piercing, and says, “And Tácito will most certainly have a healthy debate here.”
“I’m ready to start when you are.” Tácito, who watches while Valentino runs his hands down my body, takes his dick in his hands, arresting my attention. Precum pearls at the tip, and I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.
Breathing becomes difficult as I stand between a pair of hands whose owner is determined to drive me wild and a man pleasing himself at the spectacle Valentino and I make. Disgust for my body’s imperfections doesn’t cross Tácito’s face, only a raging desire barely leashed. I loosen my hold and embrace this second lesson in my education.
Of course, the vision of Tácito pumping his lengthening dick helps. Watching him watch me with lustful intent while stroking the embodiment of his desire fulfills dreams I never thought would come to fruition. The skin covering his engorged flesh is slightly darker than his natural tanned complexion, and my thirst becomes an insatiable need. I have to taste him.
A light caress against my clit sends another delicious shiver throughout my body, reminding me that what is unfolding isn’t a dream. Valentino and Tácito are hell-bent on sharing me. The men’s actions begin to dim the voice inside my head still questioning a world where them sharing me works. Valentino propels me forward onto the bed, literally delivering me to another man.
