Page 24 of Damaged & Deadly
With my focus still on Dante, I hold out my hand to him. Lust burns in my eyes, and I let him lay witness to it. It was always meant to be the three of us. Just like it was always meant to be me, Cain, and Oliver. I have no idea how the two combine, but at this moment, it’s not my concern. This moment is about Enzo finally claiming what’s his. It’s about Dante realizing this relationship only works with the three of us. It’s me accepting that I’m both the Rejects’ queen and a mafia princess.
Enzo removes his lips from my skin, both of us waiting as Dante continues to hold my gaze. My heart is lodged in my throat before his warm palm slips into mine, and I pull him to me. The heat of Dante’s body envelops my back, but his stance remains hard and unrelenting, letting me know that he may have given into my silent plea but has not accepted sharing me… yet.
“Kiss me,” I plead, watching the war unfold in his dark brown depths.
Rather than doing what I want, he lifts his head to meet Enzo’s watchful gaze. The two of them engage in some sort of stare-off while I watch, waiting to see if Dante will relent or hold his ground. My eyes dart back and forth between the two men towering over me. I can see the silent battle between them, feel it in the thick air of tension surrounding us. Dante’s hands grip my hips in a tight, possessive gesture as he pulls me flush against him, but Enzo doesn’t back down. Instead, he eliminates the slither of space between us until I’m squashed between them, and his hands come to rest above Dante’s on my waist.
Neither of them breaks eye contact, each fighting for dominance, and I crane my neck to read Dante’s reaction. He struggles for another moment before his resolve begins to crumble, and slowly as if he might change his mind at any second, he dips his head until his lips brush over the bare skin of my shoulder and dance along the edge of my corset.
I rest my head against his chest, his titillating kisses causing my eyelids to fall to half-mast. Enzo stands there and watches Dante lavish my shoulder, as if he can’t quite believe that Dante has relented, but after a moment, a small smirk curves along his lips before he lowers them to feast on my neck.
Between their combined touches, everything I thought I knew about these ruthless men goes up in flames, and I’m reborn. Baptized in fire and blessed with sinful kisses, I finally see the light. The truth I’d denied myself shines down on me, and I know this is how it was always meant to be. All those years of sacrifice, of putting Luc first and trying to right the wrongs of this world, not letting anyone close and despising the men in this city. It was all so I’d end up here, with them. I may not have all the answers, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that it was always meant to be the five of us. My Rejects and my kings. The salvation of Black Creek can only occur at our hands. We’re the only ones willing to fight for the city. The only ones with the power to incite change. The gangsters and the Made men… and the vigilante.
My skin blazes beneath their touches as they fight to be the first to undress me. Dante yanks on the zip of my corset while Enzo flicks open the button of my jeans, dragging them and my panties down my thighs.
My breasts break free of the confines of the corset and Dante tosses it aside before cupping my heavy tits in his large palms, brushing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples while Enzo rushes to pull off my boots and remove the last of my clothing.
Only when I’m standing naked between them, do they hurriedly undress. Ties, shirts, and dress shoes fly across the room until all three of us are naked, panting, and hungry for more.
I can feel Dante’s heat at my back as Enzo’s eyes rake over my body, heat flaring within them. Reaching out a finger to touch my chest, Enzo trails a scorching path between the valley of my breasts, over the taut muscle of my abdomen, before sinking between my thighs. He hums in approval when he finds me soaking wet, easily sliding knuckle deep inside of me. I gasp as I arch my back, throwing my head back against Dante’s shoulder as I ride Enzo’s fingers.
More. I need more.
Dante’s palm glides over the globe of my ass before gripping the back of my thigh, and in an effortless move, he’s lifting my leg to hitch it around Enzo’s hip and opening me up more before he works his way back to my core.
“Holy…” I gasp as his fingers join Enzo’s, stretching me to accommodate both of them. Dante is doing a fantastic job at teamwork for someone who doesn't like to share as they both work in tandem. All I can do is cling to them as my orgasm slams into me with the force of a Mack truck, and I cry out.
My eyes are still closed as I’m hauled into someone’s arms, and I feel the engorged head of an erect cock brushing my entrance before I’m placed on my back on the bed.
Peeling my eyelids open, Enzo is hovering over me. He gazes down at me in rapture, as if committing everything about this moment to memory. Slowly, he grinds his hips against mine, and it’s only when I feel his tip press into me that I push my hand against his chest to stop him. Lines mar his forehead as he frowns, and I glance over his shoulder to find Dante standing there watching us. There’s a frown on his lips, but lust blazes in his dark depths as he fists his cock.
“Both of you.” I meet his heated gaze and hold it until he moves to join us on the bed. The mattress dips as he lies down beside me, and gently he maneuvers us until he’s lying beneath me, Enzo hovering above. A look passes between them before Enzo positions himself at my entrance, and this time I don’t stop him as he fills me up.
When he’s fully seated, perspiration coating his skin as he struggles to control himself, he presses his forehead to mine. Our eyes remain locked, and I know he feels what I’m feeling. The connection between us. The corporeality of it.
“Fuck, Spitfire,” he hisses, sounding pained. His hand cups my face tenderly, and I tilt my head back, bringing my lips to his in a passionate kiss that runs much deeper than any physical chemistry ever could.
I could spend the rest of my life in this moment. Nevertheless, my body has other ideas, and as heat unfurls in my center, I roll my hips, encouraging him to move. He groans, pulling back before once again filling me. I can feel Dante’s hard cock between my ass cheeks, and he lavishes my neck and shoulder in kisses while his hands roam hungrily over my thighs, along my stomach, and cupping my breasts.
I’m incapable of forming a singular thought as their ministrations consume me. It’s soft and gentle, and in some respects, the most intimate I’ve ever been with another man.
My eyes snap open when I feel the telltale tingles in my lower belly, and I find Enzo watching me, completely captivated. “You’re so close. I can feel you. You feel so fucking good.”
Dante’s touch as he moves his hand to flick my clit is my undoing, and I fall apart as my entire world shifts around me. I’m too lost in the haze of endorphins to pay attention to what they are doing until I feel pressure at my back entrance as a finger pumps into me. I feel Enzo’s cock jerk inside me before he starts up a slow rhythm with shallow thrusts.
I can feel my skin flush as they push me back up the slope. “More,” I beg greedily before a second finger is inserted. “More,” I demand again, knowing exactly what I need.
Dante chuckles throatily before he bites my earlobe. The bite of pain zings straight to my center, and I clench around Enzo, who groans.
“Fuck, Dante, get your dick in her before I blow my load.” The strain in his features gives away how close he is to coming, and I bite my lip to stifle my laugh. However, any humor quickly dissipates as Dante eases himself into me.
“Fucking hell,” I gasp as my nails dig into Enzo’s shoulders and fireworks spark all over my body.
As if worried he’s hurt me, Dante freezes beneath me.
“Don’t stop,” I snap, wriggling between them, needing him deeper, wanting both of them as deep inside me as they can get.
His hands hold my hips in a bruising grip as he continues with his upward thrust, sinking further into me one inch at a time. When he’s all the way in, a pained groan escapes as he buries his face in my neck. I can feel his unsteady breath against my skin, and I know exactly how he’s feeling. Pressed between them, a moment of tranquility washes over me before they both begin to move, testing the waters.