Made Men 3: The Red Slipper (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “If all goes well Saturday night, a trial run, then the bosses will want everything in place for a contractual agreement with you as a regular performer, and the salary and how pay structure works, advances, bonuses, and things like that. Just particulars. Come on and we’ll walk you up to their office,” Charlie said to her.

  She reached for her bag, suddenly feeling nervous about facing the brothers. Were all three going to be there, or just Morano? Not like he was the least intimidating. All three men were intimidating. She didn’t want to face them, to answer their questions about her apartment and her other job, and how she lost the more recent position as a paralegal. She didn’t want to lie to them, to pretend that she wasn’t in deep shit, but what could she do?

  She grabbed her bag and followed Corrano, and Charlie walked behind her. Charlie stopped short at the elevator. “I’ll let Corrano bring you up. Good luck and I’ll see you later,” he told her and winked.

  Now she was really nervous. Thank God the place was only a couple of stories tall, and the ride up in the elevator two floors. As the doors opened she was surprised by the very masculine feel of the place. Cherry wood, mirrored halls, and double wooden doors that led into the office.

  Corrano knocked and then opened the doors. He motioned for her to enter the large room with the view of the city in front of her and a desk to her left, where Vito stood leaning against the front. She took in the sight of him. Firm expression, dark hair, dark eyes, navy blue dress shirt, designer black dress pants, and expensive gold cuff links. So different from the man she’d met in D.R., who dressed casually in khaki dress shorts and tight T-shirts. Why she felt like D.R. and the time they spent there was so long ago just added to the anxious feelings she had.

  “Thank you, Corrano,” Morano said, drawing her attention to the right, where Morano entered from another room. He was dressed perfectly, as well, but with a black shirt and burgundy tie. Behind him, Angelo stood by the doorway, arms crossed, the polo shirt looking about ready to tear from his extra-large muscles. He stared at her and she lowered her eyes. She heard the doors close behind her, causing an eerie feeling to hit her gut, and then came the guilt. She was certain Morano had told his brothers about her apartment and what happened last night. Had they somehow found out about her father’s debt to O’Hare? What would they think of her when they were the kind of men to get any woman they wanted?

  “You sounded incredible during rehearsals, Caprice. Everyone is quite impressed,” Vito told her.

  She looked at him and worried her bottom lip. “Thank you. I appreciate the opportunity.”

  “Do you, now?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

  Feeling self-conscious, she smoothed her palms down her skirt and clasped her hands in front of her.

  “There are things to go over, but first, to ensure that there are no problems or conflicts, we need some answers,” Vito said firmly.

  My God, was he an intense man. The way he stared at her, his jaw tight, the determination apparent on his face, unnerved her.

  She could hardly look Vito in the eyes, he was so intimidating. She looked away, her eyes landing on Angelo. He wasn’t happy either. She swallowed hard. He remained across the room by the doorway still. Was he keeping his distance on purpose? Did he not find her attractive anymore because of where she lived? She wasn’t right for them. She’d known that from the start. Jesus, what the hell am I doing here? Why did I let Adalina talk me into trusting them? Why did I follow Morano’s order to be here this morning? This isn’t going to work out.

  “Caprice.” Morano said her name and she jerked her head toward him, giving away her intimidation by these three men. They were more than likely used to that, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t used to men like them. As much as she feared Kiernan, Marlin, and Billy O, she knew those men had nothing on the Fiorre brothers. She tried to swallow, her throat so dry. She held Morano’s gaze as best as she could. When he stepped closer, she nearly retreated. Her body swayed, but her feet were cemented to the ground, especially when Morano narrowed his eyes at her response.

  “How did you wind up in nineteen thousand dollars of debt to a loan shark like Billy O?” Morano asked her, shocking her.

  Her jaw dropped and she took a step back as tears filled her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hand. How did they find out?

  “How?” he repeated.

  “How did you find out? Did he contact you?” she asked.

  Angelo made a noise like a snort or something. He was pissed off. That was obvious by the distance he kept from her, and the attitude.

  “We know things. It’s the nature of our business. Now explain, because I have a feeling the debt isn’t yours. Not after dropping you off at that apartment you live in and seeing your place,” Morano said.

  “Which, by the way, is going to change very soon,” Vito added.

  She didn’t know what he meant, and then Morano pushed for her to start talking.

  “From the beginning, sweetheart, and don’t leave anything out, or else,” Morano commanded.

  “It’s my problem, not yours. I don’t understand why you need to know,” she said to him.

  He squinted at her.

  “You don’t understand? It isn’t our business?” He raised his voice and she shuddered at his tone.

  She truly didn’t want them to know about this burden in her life. It was why she’d forced them away, blamed their different lifestyles and commitments as reasons to not pursue the feelings they continued to have. She cared so much about them. Well, maybe lusted over them if not loved them, but what right did she have to burden them with her problems, or pretend she could be enough for them? They could do so much better. God, they’re incredible and I’m a nobody.

  “I don’t know what thoughts are going through your head right now, but stop them and explain to us what happened and where things stand now. Do not leave a thing out. Understand me?” Morano said firmly.

  What choice did she have? Either way, they were going to find out somehow. She knew enough about men like Morano and his brothers to respect them. She took a deep breath and exhaled.

  She slowly began to explain about the night she was abducted and then threatened by men working for Billy O.

  “What did they do to you? How badly did they rough you up?” Vito asked.

  She explained, poured her soul out to them, and tried to make them understand that none of it was her fault, and that she had sacrificed so much and it seemed things were getting worse.

  “And your father? Where does he work? How much does he contribute to paying this debt off?” Vito asked.

  She hesitated to answer.

  “Caprice?” Morano said her name. His tone, his command, and push for discipline and respect had her shaking in her heels. These were made men. Powerful, dangerous, and capable. Yet somehow she didn’t see them as bad, or like she saw Kiernan and Billy O.

  “He is limited in his abilities,” she said to Morano

  “He’s slacking and you’re doing all the work to pay his debt,” Angelo snapped.

  She turned to look at him. “He’s older and getting work isn’t easy for him with limited spots for subs. He isn’t in the union anymore so the electrical work is given to union guys first. To younger guys,” she said in her father’s defense.

  “He hasn’t worked in months. You’ve worked multiple jobs, even bartended private parties and did that private gig for Billy O just the other night. Now either the debt is partially yours, or your father isn’t pulling his weight and is allowing you, his only child and daughter, to struggle and be a workhorse while he sits around drinking.” Angelo’s tone intensified and she felt the tears fill her eyes, but then her anger grew. Had they looked into her family, her background?

  “How did his debt become yours?” Angelo asked with attitude and stepped away from the wall.

  “I don’t know,” she whispered.

  “You do know. What did O’Hare say to you? How did he make you understand that your f
ather’s debt was yours?” Vito asked her.

  “I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

  “The truth. Did your father ask for help or demand it?” Angelo asked her, with his eyes narrowed down at her. He was only a few feet away and she sensed his distrust in her. That crew-cut blond hair, dark brown eyes, and the way his eyebrows furrowed and he practically snarled at her made tears fall and her heart pound faster. He didn’t believe that she was forced into this. Perhaps he thought she was trying to use them. This was why she hadn’t wanted to come here today or accept this job. It made her feel like she was getting a handout. Like she was some woman who slept with them and would now owe them.

  “Answer him, now. How did you wind up in the position you’re in and owing this money to Billy O?” Morano chimed in.

  “When Kiernan and Marlin grabbed me off the street on my way home from the club one night and threatened me. They smacked me around, roughed me up, and told me all the things they were capable of doing to me, to my mom and dad, if I didn’t pay my father’s debt to them. Is that enough, Angelo, or do you want to know specifically what they said they would do to me if I didn’t cooperate?” she asked and tears rolled down her cheeks.

  He squinted at her. “I want to know the truth, from your lips, not from someone else. I want to know why you were at his bar the other day and what he wanted from you.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “You have someone following me?” she asked.

  “No, but I will from now on. You’re not going anywhere alone. We’re going to resolve this issue and put an end to this bullshit. This debt and any dealings with Billy O will end quickly.”

  “No. No, you can’t get involved. I won’t let you get involved with this.”

  Angelo closed the space between them, snagged her arm, and pulled her against his chest. She gasped at his quickness, the use of force, and how hard his chest felt as she collided with his body.

  He stared down into her eyes as one hand gripped her hip and then other, pressing up her back to under her hair and against her neck.

  “It will end. We’re already involved because this is why you’ve pushed us away and kept your distance, and that isn’t going to happen anymore.”

  “Angelo, I can’t,” she said, but then he lifted her up as he lowered down and kissed her mouth. There was no resisting him and she didn’t want to. God, they had such power over her body, her soul, every part of her; it was wild and crazy. When the second set of hands gripped her wrists and pulled them gently behind her, she felt her pussy erupt. She had it bad, so very bad, for the three of them.

  She moaned into Angelo’s mouth, and then felt his lips against her neck, and heard Vito whisper into her ear as he restrained her and suckled her neck. “You are not alone anymore. Let us in, Caprice. Let us help you and care for you. Be ours, the way we want you to be.”

  She pulled from Angelo’s mouth as her emotions got the better of her. She was sobbing, crying over everything she went through and how desperate she was for help, yet couldn’t ask anyone or trust them. Angelo hugged her to his chest and she felt him and Vito caressing her hair, then her back.

  “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. You just need to let us in and let us handle this for you.”

  She sniffled and then pulled slightly back to look up at Angelo. He cupped her cheek and stroked the tears away from her eyes and cheek. “I’m scared,” she said, and her voice cracked.

  “Of course you are. That’s what men like that do. Intimidate, scare, make you feel like a prisoner in their demands. It’s going to change, but before we get further details from you, there’s something I need very badly,” Morano said as he leaned against the desk.

  Angelo gave her hip a tap and Vito caressed her lower back, then her ass. She held Morano’s gaze. “Come to me, because you accept our protection, our control, our rights to every part of you.”

  Holy God, why did his words arouse her and make her pussy throb, her breasts swell, and desire fill her soul?

  She took an unsteady step. He squinted at her and Vito and Angelo both held her hips. She placed her hands over theirs, closed her eyes, and exhaled.

  “I’m okay,” she said, and then on shaky legs, headed toward Morano. Older, experienced Morano, with his tan complexion, dark blue eyes, the designer dress shirt, suit jacket, and air of arrogance; power and control emulsified the already combustible atmosphere.

  She stepped in front of him. He raised one of his eyebrows at her, as if saying she wasn’t close enough. She stepped between his legs, pressed her body against his, and closed her eyes, needing, loving the feeling of protection he provided from being this close.

  When his hands smoothed up her outer thighs, then against her hips, her ribs, and breasts, she exhaled.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His thumbs stroked her nipples through the thin material of the blouse she wore. Her lips parted.

  “I missed you. The three of us did,” he admitted, and her eyes welled up with tears.

  “There are rules you’ll need to learn to accept and follow,” he said, his fingers gliding toward the buttons on her blouse.

  Her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardened further, as if that were even possible after he fondled them. With each button he undid, her breath quickened. She held his gaze as his eyes roamed over her lips, then her breasts as the blouse parted. She wanted, needed this. Needed his control, his commands, his protection. It felt so right and so good. She would do anything for these men. Anything they wanted. She knew that, and it was part of why she’d shoved them away. They weakened her resolve to be independent and get through her fucked-up life.

  “Who do you belong to?” he asked her, his lips close to hers.

  She exhaled a shaky breath.

  “Who?” Vito joined in, using her blouse to tie her wrists behind her back. She stood there in her skimpy bra, her breasts pouring from the top, showing her deep cleavage.

  Angelo now stood beside Morano.

  “Who do you belong to?” Morano asked again.

  “The three of you,” she whispered, voice cracking.

  A small grin reached Morano’s eyes right before he pressed his lips against hers. Vito tightened the blouse around her wrists, then slid his palms up and down her hips. Morano released her lips and then reached out and pushed the left strap of her bra down, kissing along her shoulder, then lower. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, loving the feel of the three men being so close. Then she felt the lips against her right shoulder, and Angelo’s fingers pushing down the bra strap. Behind her, Vito unclipped her bra and it fell lower, causing her breasts to emerge, and both Morano and Angelo began to feast on them. A lick, a suck, and then a tug to her nipple made her pussy drip cream and had her rocking her hips. Vito’s fingers fumbled with the button on her skirt and then it fell to the floor. His hands landed on her ass immediately. She was shaking with desire, and also a bit of fear that someone might come in here. No one had locked the door. What if someone found them like this?

  “Sweet, sweet Caprice, this ass is perfect. Every part of you is perfect,” Vito said, and sucked her neck as he squeezed her ass cheeks.

  “The one mistake we made in D.R was not taking you together. Not fucking this ass, claiming you in every way. That’s going to change right now, today,” Vito said to her and stroked a finger down her crack, under the thong panty string, and then into her pussy from behind. One stroke, two strokes, and she moaned aloud and came. Just like that, between them.

  “To the bedroom, now. Text Corrano. No one is to disturb us,” Morano told Angelo.

  Vito’s fingers thrust faster and she bent forward, her face pressed against Morano because her hands were bound behind her, and ran his hand down her back. As Vito thrust his fingers into her pussy from behind, Morano gripped the bindings with one hand and cupped her jaw and cheek with the other, forcing her to look up at him. The control in his hold and in his eyes as
his brother fingered her cunt had her overwhelmed and wet.

  “Lots of rules, but seeing you like this, accepting our control, hands bound, eyes glazed over and coming so instantly from our touch, I know this is going to work out fine. You’re a natural submissive, but that’s to us only and no one else ever again, Caprice. Understood?”

  “Yes. Yes. Morano. Oh,” she moaned.

  “We’re taking you together, right now, the way we should have done weeks ago. By accepting us as your men, your lovers, you accept our control and commands. No turning back. No lies, no secrets, or the consequences will not be pretty.”

  She swallowed hard. “I accept.”

  Vito pulled his fingers from her cunt and gripped her shoulder, then came around closer to her mouth. He gripped her jaw. “Of course you do. You belong to us. Always have and always will.”

  * * * *

  Vito carried her into the bedroom in the back office, a suite set up for those nights when they just couldn’t go home to the penthouse, or drank too much, or worked late hours. As they closed the door, they began to undress Caprice. Placing her feet onto the floor, Vito stared at her breasts—full, large, with sexy pink areolas and hardened nipples just asking to be suckled. He eased his hands behind her to the bindings and began to untie the blouse as he licked one nipple and she hissed.

  His brother, Morano, opened the drawer by the bedside and pulled out a tube of lube. Angelo lay on the bed naked, stroking his cock with his legs off the edge, waiting for her to straddle him and ride him. When the blouse fell from her wrists she immediately ran her palms up Vito’s chest, then to his neck. The move had him releasing her nipple, and then she was up on tiptoes, kissing his chin and climbing up his body to reach his lips. He lowered down, pushing down her thong panties, and then lifted her higher as they made out like teenagers.

  “It’s time,” Morano said and Vito eased his mouth from hers and lowered her feet to the rug. That sexy body, those bold, emerald green eyes sparkling with trust, with desire—he knew he could love this woman. She could be his weakness. He gripped her hips. “Together. No holding back. Let go and let us claim you, our woman.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he turned her around and lifted her up—shocking her, if the gasp was any indication—then placed her onto Angelo.