by Dani René
“What the fuck happened?” I turn to my best friend.
He shrugs in response. “No idea. She didn’t talk all the way home. She cried, sniffled, then something switched inside her. It’s as if she turned off her sadness and replaced it with anger.”
Our gazes lock in a standoff. I should’ve been there, but I needed to meet with my parents and their lawyer. I’ve proceeded in pressing charges against them both. We’re keeping it out of the media, but my father is going away for a very long fucking time.
The fact that he knew what happened to Kat and did nothing only solidified my decision. He was more concerned about marring the Hamilton name. When Bennett’s father offered him a way out by sending Charles to America, my father took the easy route and ignored the fact that my uncle is a sick individual.
I know Bennett will want revenge on his father, and perhaps one day we’ll be able to get that. But for now, the focus is on my family. Learning that Charles blackmailed both Dad and James Ainsworth, I finally realize that I’m no longer a part of this family. I don’t want to be.
As for my mother, she’s leaving, heading back to Italy. Charles was her older brother, and it was his fault both of the women in my life had been hurt.
I want nothing to do with my parents. With the Hamilton or the Bianchi name. My uncle had always been Charles to us, but his real name was Carlo Bianchi, and that’s why Ella didn’t realize I was related to him. Not knowing my mother, she would’ve never guessed that a sick motherfucker like that was my family.
“What did the coppers say?”
“Dad is being put away. I don’t want him near me. He claimed that he was worried about losing the business, but it was James who used his contacts to get Charles out of the country.” I inform my best friend about his father’s shady dealings.
“I’m going to make sure he pays,” Bennett’s voice is steel—cold and harsh.
“We will.” My gaze meets his. “I have a choice to make,” I tell him, settling on the couch.
“What?” Bennett’s curious. He knows how much I respected my family. Even though my father pushed me to do shit I didn’t want to do, like study business when I wanted to do law, there was always love in my family, or so I thought.
“Do I sell Hamilton International, or do I keep it going?”
My best friend takes my hand, gripping it in his. The emotion in his expression is almost gentle, but there’s a seriousness that causes his jaw to tick with frustration.
“Do you want it? I mean, would you like to take it over and run it by yourself?”
His thumb swirls over my palm, calming me. For years we’ve played, had fun. This is the first time Bennett’s touch is more than just us having fun. This time I realize I’ve always loved him, more than a friend.
“No,” I respond, finding my confidence in what I want to do. When you spend your life being trained to be someone and find out it was all a lie, it’s jarring. “I’m going to move on. I’ve spoken to a lawyer. We can sell the company and I can use the money to start something new. Something without their imprint on it.”
Bennett opens his mouth to respond, but the bathroom door flies open, and our princess walks out, looking refreshed, new. Dressed in a white fluffy robe and nothing else. Her hair is wet, hanging down her back.
“Are you okay?” My question causes her to glance at me, then nod. A small smile tugs at her lips. It doesn’t look like a happy one, and I’m curious.
“Today,” she starts, settling between us as she always does. “I spoke to my mother.” Her confession has both Bennett and me staring at her, then at each other. “She knew.”
Those two words break her. I see it before me. After everything she endured, all the pain and agony my uncle put her through, she didn’t look like this, so… shattered.
“All this time, she allowed it to happen.” She swallows, her throat working, her pulse thrumming against the delicate skin of her neck. I want to hold her, but she needs to make the move. “I’ve been so broken all this time. Each day was like walking through quicksand, trying to stay afloat. My mother,” she utters, her gaze flitting between us. “She allowed him to do those things to me.” That’s when she takes my hand and Bennett’s and holds them so tight, I’m sure she’s stopping my blood flow.
“Sweetheart,” my best friend starts, but she shakes her head, shushing him.
“I’m nowhere near ready for this, but I need it.” Her words are raw, ragged, and husky. “I want you both to open my robe,” she tells us on a whisper. Placing our hands on the towel material, she leads us to do as she says. The robe falls open and we both suck in a breath. Her form is perfection, her flesh wet and bare. Every inch of her is naked.
“What are you doing, Princess?” I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s heavy with confusion and desire. Yearning to have her once more, it ignites my love for her. My need to protect her.
“Just let me be.” She closes her eyes, taking our hands. We allow her the control. With every gentle caress, she shudders violently as if she’s in pain. When she whimpers, I see the tears trickling from her lashes. “He made me believe I was nothing.”
She leads my hand to her full, heavy breast, and Bennett’s to the other. Our touch must be healing, because the more she cries, the more she tells us. Tears fall heavily from her eyes. The agony that screws up her face makes me want to pull my hand away, but somehow, I know she needs this.
“He took. Every night. Every day.” Her lips move with the dark confession. “I was no longer a girl.” She doesn’t allow us lower than her waist. But her legs are slightly open, just barely. Enough to get a peek of what’s between her thighs. “All this time, I walked around convinced I was wrong. But then you both came to me…”
She opens her eyes, looking at me, then Bennett. No more words come. Instead, she rises, dropping our hands. The robe that once covered her falls to the floor. When she turns to face us, standing between us, she watches as our hungry gazes travel over her.
“You heal me every day. And one day, when I can stand it again, I want you to fuck me. But right now, all I need is to take it one step at a time.”
“Anything you need,” I assure her. I’m hard. I can’t stop it. When I look at her, it’s something that cannot be helped. She’s perfect, beautiful, and she belongs to us.
“You know we’re always here for you,” Bennett tells her.
She smiles, nods. Then covers herself once more. We watch her walk to the bedroom, and moments later, when we check on her, she’s curled in the fetal position on my bed.
“Do you think she’ll ever be healed?” he asks.
“Yes. She’s strong. She’s done it before on her own. This time, she has us.”
* * *
I watch her clean. She’s been slowly allowing us back in. It’s been almost a month since her ordeal and I’ve been watching her like a hawk. She hardly has time alone. Between work and home she has two alpha men following her around. I’m sure she’s tired of it, but I’m so scared of losing her.
There’s one thing I need to talk to her about. Bennett and I have been looking around for a house. Just outside the city where the three of us can live. I’m looking forward to seeing her smile when I show her the space.
The garden is big enough for her to potter around in. There’s enough rooms for kids, lots of them. And there’s a suite where we’ll be able to spend time together. Every night.
“Are you going to sit there and stare at me all day, or are you going to come over here and help me?” Her cheekiness is returning, which is a good sign. A strong woman who seems to flourish with the love she receives. And it’s doubled up with both men at her beck and call.
“Your cheeky mouth will be punished, Princess.”
Pushing up from the sofa, I head into the kitchen and find her on her knees. She’s scrubbing out the oven, which is spotless, but I let her do her thing. It’s her release. We’ve gone to counselling together and her therapist suggested she find something to focus on. If sh
e’s not working and finding new property for me, she’s at home, reading, writing, or cleaning.
“And how on earth do you plan on punishing me, Carter?” Gray eyes peer up at me with amusement. Since we rescued her, I told her I wanted the real her. No more contacts and she’s grown out the blond hair she’s been born with.
We haven’t really been intimate for weeks. Since she asked for time, Bennett and I have given her that. It’s killing us both. I can tell he’s as frustrated as I am. As much as I am a gentleman, I’m a savage too, and I’d love to unleash it on her cheeky mouth.
The front door opens and my best friend stalks in. He looks utterly stressed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he mutters, dropping his keys and phone on the counter. “I just had a long meeting with a new client.”
“Aww.” Ella rises as she coos. Barefoot, she pads over to Bennett and circles her arms around his waist. The tension eases from his shoulders, but I can tell he’s stressed.
“Our little Princess was just toying with me,” I inform my best friend over her head. “I’m thinking she’s enjoying giving us blue balls.”
His lips quirk and she spins around, staring at me.
“Maybe I can ease that for you both.” Her voice is sultry, that of a lioness about to devour her dinner. Her eyes are hooded as she peeks at me through those long lashes. “Why don’t you both go sit down?”
As our girl requested, we head to the sofa and settle in beside each other. Moments later, she joins us, sitting on the opposite seat, watching us intently.
“It’s been too long since I’ve been with you both. It took me time to heal, to feel real again, but there’s something that’s been on my mind since Bennett mentioned it.”
I cast a quick glance his way, then drag my gaze back to her.
“I want to see you both. I mean, I’ve fantasized about seeing you together, sexually.” She’s taking control and I let her.
I nod. This is something I knew she’d want and now that it’s happening, my cock has hardened in anticipation.
Bennett unbuttons his white shirt, while I undo my black one. We move together, in sync with the other. Her eyes are wide, excited, filled with desire. Bennett leans over toward me, my mouth finding his in a bruising kiss. Our hands are all over the other. I find his bulge, squeezing it through his dark trousers. We groan in unison, two hungry lions with a lioness waiting with bated breath to join us.
Lust courses through my veins when I see her crawl over to us. A sleek hunter, a predator. She’s exquisite and I know tonight there will be no holding back because this woman is getting fucked.
“Are you sure about this, Ella?” I question as she reaches us.
She doesn’t respond, but instead rakes her nails down each of our bare chests, toward our stomachs. My mind is already spiraling with making her scream while she unravels.
Her slender fingers find the buckle and zipper of my trousers and in no time, I’m naked from the waist down. She moves over to my best friend and does the same, her delicate hands grip our cocks, stroking them slowly, gently, and reverently.
“I want you both so much.” Six words that have my cock throbbing. She smiles up at both of us, teasing our dicks, and I’m sure I’m about to come right there. Gray, stormy eyes shimmer with hunger. The yearning of her wanting me sets my body alight.
“I want you too, Princess, but—”
My sentence is halted by her mouth enveloping my cock and taking me deep until the crown nudges the back of her throat. She lifts her head and I slip out of the heat and immediately need it again. Her head bops up and down. It’s slow, teasing. There’s no rushing her and I don’t want to fist her hair like I’m dying to. She’s in control and she’s got me by the balls. Literally.
Her mouth pops off right before my release shoots up my dick and she takes Bennett in her mouth, pleasuring him with soft gurgling sounds. His mouth is on mine once more and his hand is in my hair, fisting it hard. I’m beyond reason at this point. All I need is to fuck.
Her mouth moves back to my cock, inhaling me. It’s the only way to describe it. It’s her worshiping my manhood and I’m about to shoot my seed into her throat.
“Princess, I’m so close,” I warn her, but she doesn’t stop. My balls tighten and I grip the sofa so tight, my knuckles turn white. Shit. Oh God. “Princess, your mouth, fuck…”
She swallows me whole, humming, allowing the vibration from her throat to send me over the edge. Ripping me from this world into euphoria. My head drops back as I buck into her mouth. Spurting down her throat, I feel her working to swallow all I have for her.
Fucking shit. My mind is blank, my body locks, and I shudder.
Her tongue traces every inch of my softening erection. Licking, tasting, savoring.
Suddenly, she’s up on her feet, kissing Bennett, allowing him to taste my release from her mouth. I watch in awe as they share the sticky white liquid. He sucks on her tongue, her mischievous gaze on me as she taunts me once more, feeding my cum to my best friend.
“Time for dinner,” she squeaks, hopping off Bennett. She spins on her heel with a giggle bubbling from her perfect mouth and runs into the bedroom. We waste no time following her because she’s right, it’s dinner time, and we’re about to devour her sweet pussy.
Bennett
“You underestimate us, sweetheart.” My voice drips thick with lust for her. She’s bent over the bed before Carter and me in black lingerie. The thong fits around her waist and slips between firm, round arse cheeks I want to mark with my firm hand. To watch her back curve as I spank her has my dick throbbing. Painful. Hard. Aching.
“And how do you figure that out, Bennett?” Her cheeky retort has my palm itching to feel her skin against it. That’s the only thing clouding my mind. It’s a blanket of emotion that covers us in its safety net.
“Sweetheart, don’t tempt me, my hand is tingling. Do you know what’s making it tingle?” My growl sends a shiver over her body and I can’t hide my satisfied smirk.
“You want to spank this?” She wiggles her arse and I just about come in my trousers. Fuck, this woman will be my end. Her gray gaze peeks at me over her shoulder. My little lioness, with her sights set on her dinner, and we’re fucked because I know my best friend will help me devour her right here.
Leaning forward, I grip her arse cheeks and squeeze. They’re so smooth, supple, and I want to spank her. But I don’t. I tease her by massaging them in slow circles. Carter moves toward her mouth, his lips on hers as he kisses her savagely. Her whimpers are a chorus of beautiful notes.
I move back but command her, “Stay.”
And she does. Her sweetly submissive side is sexy as fuck and when she pouts it takes all my fucking restraint not to forget where I am and fuck her mercilessly.
“Carter, I think our little tease wants to watch for a little longer. Come here,” I tell him, shoving my boxers down my thighs. She quickly moves onto her back, against the headboard. Tentatively, she spreads her thighs, her fingers delving between those puffy lips of her pussy as she taunts us.
“Time to play, sweetheart,” I tell her, dropping to my knees. I take Carter’s dick in my mouth. Her gasp is enough to spur me on as he slowly hardens again. I don’t look at her but merely taunt my best friend, tasting him as I fist my own rock-hard erection.
Once he’s solid steel in my mouth, I release him with a pop.
“Fuck her pretty pussy. I want to taste her juices all over you,” I tell him.
He nods and I watch as he crawls over to her. The knickers she’s been wearing are gone with one hard tug. Material whooshes to the floor as I take my position at her mouth. I’m so close to orgasm, I know watching him fuck her will do me in.
He slips into her tight heat, inch by inch, causing her to gasp around my shaft. “Princess, you’re so fucking perfect.” His hoarse growl is evidence that he’s about to lose it and I can’t help grinning like a fucking idiot. This is my life. The two peopl
e I love more than anything.
There’s nothing about that woman that should change. And she’s ours now.
“Sweetheart, I want you to drench his cock,” I tell her.
She attempts a nod, but it’s not working. Her mouth his full of my cock, and her tight little hole is swallowing Carter’s dick.
We move in sync, the three of us. The heat in the room is unbearable as we tease, taunt, and lick each other. My mouth is on Carter’s as he ploughs into Ella’s pussy. The sounds of sex are a symphony of pleasure. Her whimpers come harder, faster, and I realize she’s close. Leaning in, I circle her clit with my finger as Carter’s hands grip her hips.
Her scream is muffled by my cock and that sets me off. I release jet after jet of cum in her mouth, coating her tongue. Three bodies tremble and shudder as pleasure races through us. We’re all connected. There’s no denying this is what we need.
I slip from her mouth as Carter moves away from her, allowing me to lick and lave at his softening shaft. Her flavor mixed with his is a heady mixture and I savor every drop. I find myself settling between her legs, my mouth suckling on her smooth lips, tasting the hot seed dripping from her delicious pussy.
“I want to eat this sweet little cunt until you’re squirting all over my face,” I tell her.
Her eyes find mine and she watches in awe as my mouth devours her.
This woman turns me on to no end when she arches her back as pleasure rockets through her like a storm raging wildly. Being between her legs is the gasoline to my fire. Stoking it, teasing it. Making it flare with need.
My eyes dart between Carter and Ella, both watching me. Her tiny hand reaches for him, looking at him, then me.
“I want more,” she mumbles.
He looks at me then nods. Her body is still trembling when I move over and lie beside her. We position her over my cock, while Carter, who’s about to lick her from behind, prowls toward the end of the bed. She slips down gently, easing herself onto my erection.
My best friend disappears, his mouth already feasting on her. His tongue laps at her and me as we fuck slow and steady. Her lips part in whimpering moans that heat my blood.