Alessio (The Guzzi Legacy Book 2)

by Bethany-Kris

  “Yes.”

  Ginevra sucked in a loud breath as the numbness came, the orgasm right there. She was sure Alessio would pull his hand away from her clit like he had so many fucking times before, but he didn’t.

  He didn’t.

  “Oh, my—”

  Ginevra didn’t get to finish the cry before she slipped into the beginnings of her orgasm. Further than they had allowed her to go before. Edging, Corrado had called it. She didn’t know whether to hate it, or love it.

  And then, Alessio pulled away.

  His hands, his mouth, and his body. All of him drifted away from her, taking every bit of sensation with him. Corrado kneeled down, pulling his cock away from her as the disbelieving yell left her mouth.

  “No,” Ginevra gasped, “no, no, no … why?”

  The orgasm of hers, with no sensation to aid her through it, was ruined. A waste, really. Weak as fuck, and it left her almost empty inside, somehow. Her vision blurred as Corrado got close, tipping her head back to drop hot kisses to the seam of her trembling lips.

  “What do you want now?” he asked.

  “Why?”

  Why hadn’t they given her that?

  Why had they stopped?

  She couldn’t breathe or think.

  “Why?” she mumbled.

  “Kitten.”

  Ginevra’s gaze snapped to Corrado’s, her entire body acting like a live wire because goddammit, if she didn’t come, and soon, then she might lose her mind. She hungered for the release like they would never understand.

  It was the basest urge she’d ever experienced in her life.

  Deep in her gut.

  Thick in her blood.

  Harsh in her heart.

  Hot in her mind.

  Something cold slipped against her ass, but it relieved Ginevra. Something to help her overheated body. The sting of Alessio’s two fingers pushing into her ass only made her shake and want more. Because even the pain seemed too fucking good to be true.

  Corrado swallowed thickly, his nose skimming hers as he murmured, “Now you get it, kitten. And it’s about to get so fucking good for you.”

  The only thing Ginevra could say was, “It fucking better.”

  Corrado’s rich laughter drifted over her skin with hot intent, a lot like the way Alessio’s behind her added to the hard slap he leveled down on her ass.

  Christ.

  These men would kill her.

  Surely.

  It would be worth it.

  A rustle sounded, and Corrado’s hand flew up to catch the condom tossed across the bed. Alessio added a third finger to her ass, making Ginevra fist the bedsheets harder as she whined from the lovely sensations.

  Except she needed more.

  Now, after everything, that would not be enough to make her come.

  Corrado slid the condom down his length, stroking his cock as his free hand caught her under her jaw. He tipped her head back and then drifted lower. Behind her, Alessio stepped back, withdrawing from her body as she found herself drawn up to her knees.

  They were back to those rushed, but knowing movements again. Warm, rough palms sliding down her sides, and two more down her back. Corrado settled her onto his lap as he came to rest on his knees on the bed. It allowed her to straddle over his body as he filled her pussy full of his cock, lips attacking hers.

  Shaking all over, Ginevra was hyperaware of Alessio fitting in behind her. How his knees tucked in under her ass, and his hands came lower to spread her ass as the lube still soaking her ass and pussy met the head of his cock.

  “Easy,” Corrado murmured.

  Behind her, she heard, “Breathe.”

  Wasn’t she?

  Ginevra had no clue.

  Still wild.

  Still out of control.

  And yet, in the back of her mind, she understood all she needed to do was say one thing to stop this, if it’s what she wanted. She had the power here, and they had given it to her time and time again to prove it.

  One of her hands landed on Corrado’s shoulder as he filled her, seated deep on his cock while the head of Alessio’s dick pressed at the tight ring of her muscles. Her other reached back, grabbing to Alessio’s hand at her hip, while his other kept her ass spread wide for him.

  The pain she thought would come was there, too, but brief … and diluted. Because still the pain was something good.

  Something to get her there, finally.

  “Fucking beautiful,” Alessio muttered, his kiss grazing the back of her damp neck.

  “Perfect,” Corrado said, his gaze locking onto hers. “Good, kitten?”

  Alessio had started slow, short strokes at her back. His cock entering her just enough to stretch her out while Corrado stayed still inside her pussy. Not that it mattered because both filling her made her tighter.

  “So good,” she breathed.

  Alessio’s teeth found her shoulder.

  Corrado’s found her jaw.

  Ginevra’s fingernails scored red lines across Corrado’s shoulder, and Alessio’s hand as they worked her body against theirs. Corrado used his hands to move her against his cock, while behind her, Alessio flexed his hips against her ass while he worked his way in.

  Her body burned.

  Hummed again.

  “How good is he in your ass, Ginevra?”

  Her cry came out raw.

  Broken.

  “So fucking good, yeah?” Corrado grinned wickedly. “You’re gonna want it so much now—getting your ass filled while one of us is eating your pussy or fucking it the way you like. Do you want to come?”

  Her throat clenched with words wanting to spill out.

  Alessio gave one more hard flex of his hips and settled all the way inside her ass as Corrado seated her down entirely on his cock, too.

  That forced the words out.

  “Corrado … please, I have to … come. Les … please.”

  Stilted, fractured, and rushed.

  “Yeah,” Alessio said hoarsely, “I fucking need that.”

  Corrado groaned. “Me, too.”

  Their pace turned into a rhythm that matched the other one would fill her as the other pulled away. Every single one of her nerve endings snapped and twisted as their cocks worked her body to the peak.

  Because even if it was too much, she needed it.

  Ginevra came screaming. Shocked the orgasm came at all because she hadn’t felt it until it slammed on her at once. More than fucking relief, if heaven existed, she saw it—sensed it deep in her bones. She wanted nothing more than that … and when they gave it to her, it was surreal.

  Blinding.

  Impossible.

  But it was possible.

  It was real.

  Like them.

  That final peak, so high and unbelievable to her, reminded Ginevra of the men who had given it to her. They’d been out of her reach, and almost unreal to her before.

  And she didn’t know if she could ever let them go.

  “You got her?”

  “Mmm.”

  Corrado peeked over his shoulder as he yanked a pair of cotton sleep pants up—enough to keep him decent for now. That’s all he needed. Behind him, he found Alessio had picked Ginevra up from the bed in a cradle hold as he waited for Corrado to finish getting dressed.

  Ginevra smiled sweetly when Alessio winked down at her. “Oh, do I get special treatment now? Because I thought the sex was it.”

  “Not even close,” Alessio returned.

  “The big bath, yeah?”

  Alessio nodded his way. “Sure.”

  Corrado led the way out of the bedroom, and Alessio followed behind without a word. He couldn’t help but to check behind him as he headed for the penthouse’s main bathroom where a large clawfoot tub waited.

  Alessio’s head tipped down, and he nuzzled his nose and mouth along the line of Ginevra’s hair, murmuring words too quietly for Corrado to discern a few steps ahead of them. Ginevra’s soft smile and hooded eyes were more t
han enough to tell him that she liked whatever he said, though.

  It wasn’t lost on Corrado the affection Alessio showed to Ginevra without even thinking about it, really. Sure, they always took care of a woman after she allowed them to share her between them. It was only right, after all. Alessio never, however, showed affection very much while doing it. Always kind, but he wasn’t loving.

  Not like right now with Ginevra.

  For a brief second, Corrado wondered why he experienced no jealousy at the sight of two people he loved showing … well, love to one another. Because that’s the thing, wasn’t it? It had been inevitable, something he expected would happen with enough time, but he still only realized was a reality now.

  Alessio loved Ginevra.

  He might not say it.

  He didn’t have to.

  Not when he showed it.

  As for her …

  Corrado didn’t have to wonder if Ginevra loved them. She did. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be still doing this with them at all. He had thrown her in this mess between him and Alessio, but she didn’t have to continue to indulge it.

  And yet, she did.

  She wanted to.

  More than anyone else ever had—including the two of them—she helped them. Probably more than she would ever know.

  In the bathroom, Alessio set Ginevra down on the toilet with a raised brow when her cheeks pinked. “I don’t have to p—”

  “Yes, you do. UTIs are a bitch.”

  He wasn’t wrong.

  Ginevra sighed when Alessio left her to come stand next to Corrado as he leaned over the claw tub and turned the levers on the rose-gold tap to start the water running. They worked together at the tub, keeping their backs turned to Ginevra while she did her business, and the running water masked their quiet conversation.

  “You should tell her,” Corrado murmured.

  Alessio glanced his way. “Pardon?”

  “That you love her, Les.”

  “I—”

  “You should tell her.”

  “Have you?”

  Corrado hesitated when he reached for the bath salts Alessio handed out to him. “No.”

  Not because he hadn’t wanted to, but rather … the time never seemed right. Maybe a part of him still felt like, after all this time of him not saying those words to Alessio, it might be a betrayal, too. Didn’t he at least owe that to Les, or did it even matter anymore?

  He didn’t know.

  Alessio never defined the lines, either.

  Corrado wasn’t sure where to go from here.

  Alessio shrugged. “It’ll happen when it happens.”

  Right.

  Ginevra made a quiet noise, making both men straighten to their full height at the tub, their attention going to her where she stood next to the sink. Her stance was careful, and when she stepped closer to the sink, her walk was measured.

  Because yeah, he didn’t doubt she was tender.

  Sore.

  “It’s time to relax,” Alessio told her.

  “I have to wash my hands, don’t I?”

  “Fine.” Alessio left Corrado’s side, so he could slip in behind Ginevra at the sink. His chin rested on her naked shoulder as she washed her hands. As soon as she finished, not that her hands were dried because it wouldn’t matter, he picked her up in that same cradle hold and carried her to the bath. “It’ll help the muscles, Ginny.”

  “Is someone getting in with me?”

  Corrado chuckled as he placed her in the hot water. “Better that we not.”

  “You should rest,” Alessio agreed.

  Ginevra sunk lower under the water, all of her curves and lines available for them to admire as some of her tension drifted away. “This is nice.”

  Corrado kneeled down, resting an arm along the edge of the clawfoot tub while he tucked stray strands of her hair behind her ear with his fingers. She turned her head into his touch, tucking her cheek into his palm, and smiling.

  “It’s your turn to be taken care of, huh?” he asked in a murmur. “You’re always so busy worrying about us, Ginevra. We’re fine … we’ve been driving each other up the wall for years.”

  “Not a lie,” Alessio said behind him.

  “Point is,” Corrado continued, “it’s our turn to take care of you. Whatever you want, you ask.”

  Her gaze drifted between him, and then to Alessio.

  “I have what I want here,” she whispered.

  Right.

  Corrado heard what she didn’t say.

  It was outside of this place where she was missing the important parts of her life.

  “I miss my sisters,” she said, shrugging. “But I know—”

  “I might be able to help with that.”

  Now.

  It was a risk, and Chris had been quick to refuse the first time Corrado asked for help with his plan a couple of weeks back. Corrado was done trying to get something from Andino Marcello for Ginevra related to her sisters.

  The man wasn’t giving anything.

  So, fine.

  Corrado would go elsewhere.

  Ginevra’s gaze lit up. “Really?”

  He smiled. “It might not be everything you want, but it is something. Will that help?”

  “Yes.”

  “All right.”

  Good enough for him.

  Corrado stood straight and turned to Alessio with a shrug. “You good for a minute?”

  “Of course.”

  Alessio was quick to take Corrado’s previous place at the side of the tub. Although while Corrado had been fine to let Ginevra rest in the water for as long as she wanted with no interference from him, Alessio was more practical.

  He pulled a folded up wash cloth sitting on a stand next to the tub and dipped it into the water before dragging the soft terry fabric along the column of Ginevra’s throat. Her sweet smile turned on Alessio, and Corrado decided to slip out while he distracted her, and he wouldn’t be missed by either of them.

  Unlikely, but whatever.

  He missed them constantly—whether they were five feet away, or five miles. It didn’t matter, a part of him felt their loss. Which, if he were being honest, was one of the most terrifying parts of this thing they all shared.

  And not something he wanted to think about.

  Corrado headed for where he’d dropped his coat, earlier. He found it draped over the back of the couch, and funnily enough, couldn’t even remember putting it there. They focused on getting into bed and clothes went wherever the fuck they went.

  Like Alessio’s jeans in the hallway.

  Corrado’s shoes at the end of the entrance.

  Yeah.

  He found what he needed in his coat—a small scrap of paper that Chris had written a phone number, and a name on.

  Siena Calabrese, it read in his twin’s familiar scrawl. Apparently, Siena, the full-blood sister to Kev and Darren, and half-sister to Ginevra and her siblings … was tasked with looking after Ginevra’s younger sisters. Oh, and from Ginevra, Corrado knew Siena had been the person to help her get away that day of her arranged marriage, alongside Andino’s plans.

  Not to mention, it seemed Siena had a taste for a certain Marcello herself. A very important Marcello, considering the man she was messing with, Johnathan, happened to be the nephew to Dante Marcello, the organization’s Don. It was no wonder Siena had helped Ginevra, and was now taking care of her sisters when, she had her own secrets to keep hidden.

  She had things she wanted, too.

  Chris figured, if anyone might be able to help Ginevra’s worries, it would be Siena. Was it a risk? Yeah. That’s also why Corrado picked up a burner cell phone—which he also pulled from his jacket—on their way to the dinner at his parents’ mansion as a just in case. It wouldn’t be traceable, and he could dispose of it when Ginevra finished her call.

  Simple.

  Mostly.

  Or fuck, he hoped, anyway.

  Corrado made his way back to the bathroom, but instead of goi
ng all the way in, he lingered in the doorway to watch Alessio and Ginevra chat. Alessio had sat down on the floor next to the tub, resting his chin on his arm sitting along the edge. Their quiet words, and soft laughter, had Corrado smiling to himself.

  It didn’t take long for Ginevra to see him standing there though. And once her attention shifted to him, Alessio’s did as well.

  “Find what you were looking for?” Alessio asked.

  Corrado nodded and waved the paper and phone in his hand. “I did.”

  Ginevra tipped her head to the side, considering the items he flashed at them. “What is it?”

  “Something you’ve been asking for.”

  Corrado crossed the space in the bathroom keeping a distance between them. Kneeling down beside Alessio, he took his time turning the phone on for the first time and getting it ready to use with the card that was attached to the back with a set number of minutes. Anymore, and he would have to buy another card.

  Not that it mattered.

  He’d grab a second phone instead.

  Swiping his thumb along the screen to unlock it, he brought up the call icon, and typed in the phone number written on the paper. Instead of hitting the bottom to make it call through, he held the phone out for Ginevra to take after Alessio had dried her hands with a small towel.

  She took the phone, glanced at the number on the screen, and froze. Her breath caught in her throat, and Corrado dragged in his own, anxiety slipping through his veins for reasons he didn’t understand.

  Well, that was a lie.

  He knew.

  Perfectly well.

  What happened when this was over here? When Ginevra had to go back to New York, and they left this penthouse behind? Where would that leave the three of them?

  Corrado didn’t like to think about those things.

  He wasn’t sure what she wanted.

  And he’d learned, with Alessio and all of this, that he shouldn’t influence their choices. In order for them to be happy in this thing they had together, everyone had to make their own decisions, and be sure about them. Pleased about them. What he wanted didn’t always factor into their wants, too. They were all different people.

  So, he said nothing.

  Especially not on this.

  If Ginevra wanted something, then she would have to speak up and tell him, or Alessio. It was as simple as that.

  Even if it killed him.