She looked so petite compared to his brother, who was extra-large in every area.
“Ride me. I’m not going to last long. You’ve made me wait too long to fuck this tight, sweet pussy, doll,” he said to her.
“Oh God, Angelo.”
He gripped her neck under her hair. “I’m serious. I need you. Ease my cock inside now. We need this fast and hard,” he said firmly. She lifted up and lowered down over his cock.
Vito knew she was on birth control, and he was grateful to have no barriers between them. He locked gazes with Morano as they changed positions. His brother looked intense, to say the least. Vito climbed up on the bed and watched Caprice thrust her hips up and down and back and forth over Angelo. Angelo’s large, wide hands practically touched as he held her by both hips and thrust upward. She gasped, lips parted, eyes wide, as Angelo fucked her. The sight of those lips had his cock twitching.
“I need you, too,” he said and reached up to stroke her jaw. She looked at him, submissive, giving, needy, and lowered down to take his cock into her mouth. So obedient and ready to accept their control, and it made his cock harden more. Then he felt her lips her tongue ease the thick muscle into her hot, wet mouth. He gripped her platinum blond hair in a fist and moaned.
“Holy God, that mouth. I love the feel of it, Caprice. You make me so happy, baby. So happy that you’re here with us,” he told her. When she jerked, he glanced at Morano, who was caressing down her spine and slowly pressing a finger of lube into her asshole. The sight heightened his arousal. He felt her tense.
“That is fucking hot, baby, watching my brother’s finger disappear into that tight, sexy asshole of yours. You’re incredible, Caprice. So giving and perfect for us,” he told her, and she eased her ass back against Morano’s finger.
“That’s right. You like us controlling you, owning this body, this ass,” Morano said.
Angelo thrust upward. “This pussy. This fucking pussy is all ours,” Angelo said, and she moaned against Vito’s cock.
“Oh yeah, she likes the sound of that. Fuck that ass, Morano. Claim her now. The three of us together, and make it official!” Vito exclaimed, trying to hold back from coming. He didn’t want to come yet, but she felt so good. This taking her together was intense.
“Here I come,” Morano said, and he added more lube to her ass, then aligned his cock with her hole and slowly began to push into her ass.
Vito watched, teeth clenched, his hand easing up and down her back to her ass, wanting, needing to own her with his brothers in every way. It was barbaric, instinctual, and he was about to come.
“That’s it, sugar. Nice and easy,” Morano said and then slid all the way into her ass. They all exhaled.
“So fucking tight. Fuck,” Morano said and all three men began to move inside of her. She was moaning and then Vito grunted. “I’m there. Swallow me. Take it all in,” he said through clenched teeth. She did just that, and when he pulled from her mouth, his cock too sensitive to allow her to continue and suck him clean, he fell back and heard her cry out.
“Oh God. Oh!” she exclaimed and came. The sloshing sound from her orgasm erupting could be heard with every stroke of Angelo and Morano into her. Morano gripped her hips and shoved deeper and faster, his fingers pressed hard against her skin. Vito watched in awe, knowing he would take her next, and they would spend the rest of the day making love to her, claiming her over and over again so she knew she belonged to them.
“Mine,” Morano said and came in her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks, making her moan and then he pulled out. Angelo rolled her to her back, and she cried out as he thrust into her hard and fast until he found his release. He nearly crushed her, but she didn’t seem to mind as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and held his face against the crook of her neck.
“I’m sorry I pushed the three of you away. I was scared. So scared, and I didn’t want you to hate me, or think I was a loser or trouble. I don’t know if I’m good enough for you, but I’ll try to be better. To be successful, and to be a woman you can be proud of.”
She rambled on. Her words shocked Vito and even Morano as Vito looked at him and saw the scowl on his face. He eased next to her on the bed. “You’re perfect. You’re not a loser. The circumstances of your struggles are your father’s fault. He put the burden on you, but we’re going to eliminate that burden and take care of you. You are not a loser, and you don’t need to change a thing. You’re talented, beautiful, and sexy. You’re our woman now. You’ve accepted all that comes with being that. There will be a lot to learn, but you’ll do it, and be perfect.” He leaned over and kissed her lips and Angelo lifted up.
“I don’t want to crush you.”
“I needed a crushing hug,” she said, and the tears spilled from her eyes.
“Rest up, doll. Round two begins shortly,” Angelo told her and then tickled her neck, making her giggle and scream. The sound was magical and touched Vito’s heart like nothing else ever had before.
Chapter 5
“I think we have a problem,” Kiernan told Billy, who was sitting by the corner of the bar. O’Hare’s was crowded tonight, the music loud the way Billy liked it.
“And what would that be?” Billy asked, and took a sip from his glass of Irish whiskey.
Kiernan leaned closer. “Maybe we should head into the office.”
Billy looked at him with concern.
“What’s this about?” he asked, standing up and taking his glass with him.
“Caprice.” Kiernan was pissed. This was definitely a problem they hadn’t seen coming. They headed into Billy’s office and closed the door.
“What’s going on?’ Billy asked.
“Well, it seems that Caprice was offered a job singing at another club.”
“What? Which club?”
“Club Magique.”
Billy’s eyes widened. He was quiet a moment.
“Charlie Bonnette. I should have known when he took interest in Caprice’s voice that night at the cocktail party that he would make a move. He works for the Fiorre brothers. Shit.”
“It gets worse.”
“How so?”
“Morano escorted her home from the Red Slipper after the show. Threatened a guy hanging in the hallway by putting a gun to his throat. He disappeared into her apartment with her.”
“Did he stay the fucking night?” Billy asked.
“If he did, don’t you think I would be more fucking pissed than I am right now?”
Billy looked at Kiernan. “You know, this is business. The deal with Pasanno is part of that.”
“Pasanno wants her in his bed, not just on his stage at Club Finesse. You have to know that,” Kiernan said to him.
“What man in his right mind wouldn’t want her in his bed? She’s hot, gorgeous, and talented,” Billy said to him.
“Morano Fiorre is not a man to fuck with either. He sets his sights on her, then what?”
“You sound like a man giving up on what he wants out of fear.”
Kiernan clenched his teeth. “You know I’d take her in a second, but I’m not fucking stupid. Morano and his brothers—hell, all the Fiorre men—are not men to underestimate. Your plan could be squashed.”
Billy looked away and then exhaled.
“Not squashed, just a bit more complicated. There are ways to make the woman do what we need to be done. I can’t lose this deal with Pasanno. He’ll destroy me, and I’m not going down over some old man who can’t keep off the bottle or the gambling. Caprice doesn’t know her father as well as she thinks she does. It was a reach, grabbing her that night and threatening her with hopes she would pay off his debt. You and I both know, Kiernan, what type of man Larry Sassone is. He’s been sitting back, entertaining old habits while that hot daughter of his works her ass off. Give me time to think. In the meantime, put some pressure on the father and look into how close Caprice is getting to the Fiorre men. Then we’ll make some plans.”
“How mu
ch pressure are we talking?” Kiernan asked.
“Enough to let him know that we’re going to expect him to get his daughter to show up for that event at Pasanno’s club next week.”
“What if Pasanno catches wind of Caprice working at Club Magique?”
“Not a worry. She’s a talented woman and he knows she’s struggling to make ends meet. Besides that, he doesn’t care for Morano Fiorre. In fact, I wouldn’t think twice if Don thought of taking her as an additional challenge to piss off Morano and his brothers. You heard her singing, Kiernan. Hell, you want her in your bed, too. She’s going to be a superstar, and I’m going to make a lot of money off her. I’ll do whatever it takes. Believe me, she’ll be worth it.”
* * * *
Caprice opened her eyes and her belly rumbled with hunger. She heard the deep chuckle, then felt the warm breath against her shoulder as Angelo smoothed his palm from her breast to her belly.
“Hungry sweetie?” he asked.
She could hardly see in the darkened room. It was well into the evening and she wondered where time had gone, as well as where Morano and Vito were.
She slid her hand over Angelo’s thick, muscular forearm and snuggled into the pillow. The movement caused aches in certain body parts and she cringed.
Angelo rose, looming over her.
“Are you in pain? Did we hurt you?” he asked, then smoothed his palm along her jaw and cupped her cheek.
The scowl on his face made her tighten. She knew he would never hurt her, but he was so big and filled with muscles. Plus, those dark eyes and serious expression were not to be taken lightly.
“A little. I’ll be okay, Angelo.”
“No, you need a hot bath. Let me text the guys.”
“Where are they?”
“Downstairs, working and checking up on things in the club.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Eleven.”
“In the evening? Jesus, we were in bed all day. I came up here around eleven a.m.,” she said, putting emphasis on the a.m.
He smirked, licked his lips, and then leaned lower to suckle her nipple. “Your body is addicting, baby.”
She tightened as he suckled hard, swirling his tongue over the areola and then between her breasts. When she went to turn, she tightened and he eased up, covering her body with his great big arm and leg.
“See what I mean?” he asked and winked.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and held his gaze. “I can’t believe this is real. That we spent the day making love. What about the band, Charlie, Alanna, and the other staff? What will they think?”
“They know you’re our woman. Charlie saw you at that party and recognized you from D.R. He was hoping this audition would work out.”
She squinted at him.
“What do you mean?”
“He knew we haven’t been the same since D.R. and meeting you.”
She stroked his crewcut hair and then along his muscular shoulder. “You haven’t?”
He shook his head and lifted up, pulling her snugger underneath him. “No, we haven’t. You pushing us away and denying these feelings really pissed us off.”
She felt emotional.
“I’m sorry. Things just got out of control quickly. I was embarrassed to let you into my life. To let you see my apartment.”
“No need to be embarrassed. We understand the sacrifices you’ve made, but honey, your father shouldn’t have put you into the position he did.”
She felt insulted. She looked away. “Don’t, Angelo.”
He cupped her cheeks and held her underneath him as he leaned on his forearms. His body was so heavy despite that he was only half way over her.
“I will tell you what I feel. You will listen.”
Her heart pounded inside of her chest. This was going to be a side of Angelo she would see more often than not. She understood and respected him.
“We protect what is ours, and now you belong to us, officially. So what we tell you to do, you will do, and without question.”
“Without question?” she asked.
He kissed her softly on the lips then pulled back.
“You’ll get used to it. Used to being taken care of, protected.”
The thought that she could feel safe like she did in their arms all the time seemed impossible. Could Billy O and her problems, her father’s problems, truly be behind her?
His phone vibrated and he reached for it, read the text, then eased off her.
“Let’s get that bath ready for you.” He winked at her and slid off the bed. Naked, in his glory, Angelo looked like some Greek god. Muscles upon muscles and one long, thick cock.
“You are sore, woman. Remember?” he teased, obviously catching her drooling over the man. He gave her gentle orders, but they were still commanding.
“Legs on the side of the bed and ease up, nice and slow.”
She did as he told her, then went to stand up and felt the aches. “Fuck.”
He lowered down to his knees and caressed her thighs with his palms. “We were too rough with you. Shouldn’t have taken you together so many times.”
“No, Angelo, I wanted you, too. It’s just that there are three of you. I’ve only had one lover before you guys, and it’s normal that I would be sore in certain places,” she said to him.
“One lover, huh? You’re practically a virgin,” he teased, and then stood up and held out his hands.
“Very funny,” she retorted, and he smirked and helped her stand. As she took a few steps the achiness subsided. Maybe she did need that bath and some time out of the bed. He escorted her to the bathroom and then released her hands to get the tub started. It was a large bathroom, with an extra-large Jacuzzi tub and lots of different soaps and things to add to the bath. He added some bath salts and she couldn’t help but wonder how many women they had brought here, made love to here, and even ran a bath for after having sex with them all day or all night. A deep jealous feeling consumed her all at once. She felt like they had made love, not just had sex. Could she be reaching here?
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I can do this. You can leave me to take care of myself,” she said and started to head toward the tub.
He took her hand and stopped her. “Why would I leave you? Didn’t I say that we take care of what is ours?” he asked.
“I get it. You don’t need to pretend, or to make me feel important, different from the others.”
“What others?”
“The other women you’ve seduced into bed, screwed all day or night, then ran baths for because they were so achy after all that—”
He placed his fingers over her lips, a scowl on his face. The man looked deadly.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t for one minute try to put up the walls, make excuses, and minimize this because you’re scared. Yes, we’ve had many lovers, but no, we’ve never brought any up here. This is the office. Our resting place, a sanctuary from the club downstairs and the burden of work and responsibilities. Sometimes we work really late or need to crash here.”
“The bath salts, and special soaps?” she questioned, now crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“A guy can’t like to soak in a hot tub to relax his muscles?” he said to her.
She was shocked. Her lips parted. “It smells good,” she said.
“Tuscan mahogany. A very masculine scent, yet fresh, strong.”
“Like you,” she whispered, feeling like an idiot. She never experienced jealousy before, and now apparently, she was the very jealous type.
He uncrossed her arms and then held her wrists. “We have a lot to work on, I see. Just know that Vito and Morano aren’t as calm or willing to explain things to you to help you understand. They expect respect and acceptance. Remember that.”
He pulled her toward the tub and held her hand as she took the two steps up, and then the two steps down into the large Jacuzzi tub. The hot bubbly water instantly had her closing her
eyes and moaning with relief.
She eased against the corner. The tub looked more like a hot tub than bathtub.
“Caprice? Angelo?” She heard Vito’s voice and then he emerged in the bathroom, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.
“How bad?” he asked.
“I’ll know better after she soaks,” Angelo said to him.
Vito pointed at her.
“You stay in there and soak a while. Morano ordered food. They’re setting things up in the other room.”
“Food?” she asked and eased forward.
“Not yet,” Angelo said. She looked at him, and then eased back against the wall of the Jacuzzi tub.
“How long?” she asked.
“At least twenty minutes,” Angelo snapped at her.
Her jaw dropped. “Are you nuts? I don’t need to wait that long. I’m starving. Who cares if I’m in pain?” she asked.
“Unacceptable,” Morano said firmly, that strong deep tone echoing into the bathroom.
Caprice felt her heart racing. She saw him standing there holding a tray with some fruit and cheese on it. Walking it closer, he stared at her.
“How bad?” he asked.
“Not sure. We’ll see after she soaks a bit longer,” Angelo said to him.
“I don’t think it’s bad, Morano,” Caprice whispered. She couldn’t believe they were acting like this. Was it an act or were they really concerned?
“She says that because she’s starving for food,” Angelo said to Morano.
Morano moved closer, set down the tray, and then took a seat by the tub. He reached over, took a cube of yellow cheese, and then brought it to her mouth. She immediately opened it and started chewing. She was starving.
“I don’t need to soak long. It’s because there are three of you and I’ve only had one other lover in my life. It wasn’t long and nothing compared to—”
“Don’t talk of other lovers.” Morano stopped her from talking by interrupting.
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