I can be strong enough for both of us.
The thought festers from the same cavernous space that drives the emotion forward to keep her safe, to make her happy. Here I am worrying over her well-being and yet we haven’t even made it through twenty-four hours without her unscathed. Not only that, but she’s yet to fuck my other brothers. There’s no way she’ll want anything to do with me for God knows how long, but it can’t be helped. My brothers and I, we’ve been groomed for this nearly our entire lives. This is what we do, we run the Vendetti Empire; we are the Vendetti legacy—not anyone else. And now Violet must find her place amongst us, whether she ends up preferring the company of one of my brothers over my own is irrelevant. What matters most is that she accepts responsibility and carries on our bloodline; that is her duty in all of this.
She twists my way, her nose burrowing into the crease where my bicep and the mattress meet. She must be seeking comfort. It’s an action I’m not familiar with offering. Of course, my mother would occasionally comfort and console us as children, but she’s been gone many years now, and we had to grow up quickly around my father and his men. When it came to having women in my bed, they’ve been quick fucks. I only required someone to scratch an itch, nothing more. I knew from a young age that I’d be betrothed as an adult and not to grow attached to a female unless she would be comfortable with being a mistress. My form of comforting would be allowing her to suck my cock, but I don’t think that’s what she needs at the moment.
Moving my arm above her, I stretch it across the pillow and carefully pull her to my chest. She sighs with what I’d guess is relief and her hand comes to rest on my abdomen. “Careful carina, a bit lower and you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
I don’t know why I say it, maybe because I’m an asshole. No matter, it’s the truth and where my cock’s concerned the truth is something I don’t plan on keeping away from her. I don’t wish to make her uncomfortable, but in the same respect, she needs to understand just how badly I want to sink my length into her wet heat again. Had she not fallen weak earlier, I’d be fucking her again now and enjoying every single stroke into her wetness.
Each nerve in my body pulses with the craving to take her again and put my child in her belly. I imagine it’s worse at the moment, knowing my brothers were inside her cunt as well and there’s a possibility she could have their child rather than my own. My father swears that I’m the stronger male in every aspect when it comes to my brothers, but I can’t help the sense of possessiveness that’s overtaken me when it comes to Violet. When she does fall pregnant, I want that kid to be mine, not anyone else’s. Brothers or not, Violet needs to have my son before anyone else’s.
Rather than ruin this moment by talking or, in our case, arguing per the usual, my arm wraps over her hip, bringing her a touch closer. With her securely in my arms, we both drift off to sleep.
I’m woken by delicious pressure against my engorged cock. My eyes part, making sure I’m not still asleep, having some sort of good dream. Alas, it’s nothing of the sort. It’s the real deal. My sweet little wife straddles my body, her soft pussy grinding against my stiff, heavy member. Who knew she had it in her to take what she wants. Perhaps my brothers and I awoke something buried inside her? Could she be a sex kitten needing fucked into submission? I’m going to find out and revel in it as I do.
My hands fall to her back, sliding over the smooth, naked flesh. Rounding over her delicious curvy ass, I cup the globes pulling them into me as I thrust my huge cock upward. It’s enough to bring forth a loud moan, and if I thought I’d been hard before, I was mistaken. That moan first thing in the morning has me wanting to flip her over and ravish her completely. My hand trails lower, loving the crease under her ass cheek until I feel her wetness on my fingertips. I dip it inside her warm heat, spreading the wetness up and down her slit.
She’s so damn wet and perfect. The feel of her tender, swollen flesh has me groaning and pulling her to grind against me again. She whimpers a delightful sound. The sweet flower must need my cock so, so badly. Thrusting two fingers into her core, I push them deep, past my knuckles and her warm breath as she exhales brushes my nipples through my T-shirt. The sensation spurs me on, and I finger fuck her rougher, in and out, in and out, in and out until her pussy begins to spasm. Her sweet mewls breathed against my chest are enticing on their own.
Removing my hand, I swiftly reach into my boxer briefs, yanking my cock out and line it up to her hole. The next spasm from her pussy has me thrusting into her until I’m fully sheathed. She calls out loudly as I firmly grip her hips. She sits up, groaning at the fullness of having me seated in her fully; the sweet pussy has never had a cock inside first thing in the morning. Violet’s sparkling irises meet mine. She’s awake now and feeling much better by the look of her. She was sleepily grinding against me when I awoke, but no more, she can feel me everywhere.
“Ride me, fiore,” I order. The sex and sleep has my rasp coming out gruffer than usual. If I don’t allow her to service me, then I’ll end up fucking her far too hard. I don’t want to hurt her already when she’s only just begun to initiate sex today.
“I don’t know how,” she whispers, and I grin. Best thing I’ve heard in a long time. I love it that she doesn’t know how to ride a cock, because if she did, she’d have been intimate like that with another man and if that were the case I’d have to kill him. She belongs to me—no other. This pussy is mine.
My palms splay where her hips and thighs meet, moving her, tilting her hips forward and back. I move her just how I like, lifting her a few inches, dropping her down, then rock forward and back. I repeat it a few times until she gets the rhythm I prefer down. Thankfully, she takes over mimicking the motion, with her snugness it’s becoming hard for me to concentrate on anything but the intense feelings. Fuck, I want to flip her over and tear her to pieces so badly. My hands fist her flesh at the delicious thought, but I hold back. I put too much pressure on her yesterday; I need to ease her into the wild fucking I enjoy so much. What’s important now is being inside her core, filling her with my seed while she’s willing.
My hands move to palm her perky tits. They’re a handful just as I like, but I can’t wait to see them grow heavy with milk for my sons. She will make a perfect queen once I break her in. My thumbs flick back and forth over the taught peaks, forcing her to cry out in bliss and rotate her hips, grinding against me. I’ll train her just as I like, she’ll be the perfect wife, the perfect future; I can see now why my father was so insistent.
Leaning up, I pull one tip into my mouth, sucking deeply on her nipples, moving from one breast to the next. She releases a drawn out moan, the sound going directly to my groin and I reach around with one hand to fist her hair. Her head falls back as I tug on the natural leash, pistoning my hips into her pussy harder and faster until she explodes around my cock. Her grip has me throbbing, needing to come in her badly. I tighten my grip with my opposite hand, holding her to me as she rides the wave of her orgasm and I let my release flow free. The thick cum fills her. With each pump of my seed, my own satisfaction’s evident within her tender folds.
I unwind my hand from her long silky locks and Violet releases a breath, her lips turned up in a pleased smile. I meet her gaze and she lies on my chest, her tits dotted with perspiration. Having her so close and satisfied has me feeling content. I just pleased my wife and I’ve never felt such a feeling like it before. My palm lazily rubs over her smooth back, offering her further comfort as she catches her breath and comes down from the natural high. Will sex always be this good with her? Even when she was pissed yesterday, the fucking was out of this world. I enjoyed every moment of it. And then this morning, she initiated it, and it was even better than taking her virginity, in my opinion.
There’s a knock at the door and Violet freezes. My hold tightens around her, not letting her move. My cock’s still buried in her warm, wet pussy and doesn’t want to move just yet.
“Yes?” I re
ply loud enough so whoever’s on the other side of the door can hear me. Violet buries her face in my neck, her tits firmly pressed against my chest and it has me wanting to have her body again. She’s warm and soft; I could ease her over onto her tummy and ride her from behind this time. Really start to break her pussy in with my cock.
The door opens a bit and Luciano pokes his head in. “I thought I heard you both awake.”
I nod. “Were you sitting outside the door?”
“Yes, Romano sent for me after you came in. He didn’t want any of the men positioned outside. He thought you’d be more comfortable with me if you needed something.”
I nod again. Because I know that’s not the main reason Romano sent for him. It’s Luciano’s turn to have Violet. That’s my father. Even though he’s no longer the Capo, he’s still thinking of the family. It’s Vendetti tradition, and he’s seeing it through, but that’s my job now. He needs to back off. I was comforting Violet, giving her something she desired, and in return, she’s repaid the favor graciously.
“How’s the patient feeling this morning?” Luciano asks, his gaze trailing over the naked body that’s resting snuggly against my own. I lightly smack Violet’s ass cheek under the bit of sheet she’d grabbed so she’ll stop being shy and speak to my brother. She’ll come off as rude if she doesn’t respond, and Luciano’s a good man. He doesn’t deserve her sassy tongue or to be ignored, even if she is just nervous or whatever.
She moves her face away from my throat, laying the side of her cheek on my broad shoulder and replies shyly, “Uh...umm, I’m much better, thank you.”
“Good to see you so responsive,” he murmurs and I catch the double meaning in his words, but I doubt Violet does.
Shifting her off of me to the side, I yank up the sheet, keeping the fabric up and over her to offer her a sense of modesty. Once she’s covered, I tuck my cock back into my boxer briefs. Climbing out of the bed and to my feet, I pull my undershirt back over my abdomen and run my hand through my sleep tasseled hair. I make my way to the oversized ivory chair placed in front of a massive bay window overlooking the back gardens and pool.
With an exhale, I send Luciano a nod of permission.
This is another part of the tradition; I must watch my brothers enjoy Violet’s body. It’s a requirement just in case a sibling ever decides to act like a hero and not fuck or decides to hurt her. It’s always been this way, and I’m starting to believe it may be one of the main reasons why we can’t choose our own betrothed. If we don’t know or love the female we’re set to marry, how can we get overly jealous or angry when we have to share her with each of our brothers? The men in my family are fiercely protective. There’s no doubt in my mind that if we married the woman we were in love with and then had to watch them with another man, we’d take out the entire family to protect our woman. This way the tradition takes root and no one dies.
It’s smart and I agree with the technique to a certain extent. The only thing left eating at me now is how can I be feeling this bit of possessiveness over Violet already? We’ve been married one day and no more. We’ve only fucked twice. In the Vendetti family, once we’re married and have consummated the relationship, our wives have the option to keep up relations with any of the brothers if she should choose to do so. That’s another thing my ancestors thought of, if the females introduced to the family are sleeping with at least one Vendetti male, then she’ll keep having our babies and continue on the bloodline. But why does the thought of her keeping ties with any of my brothers, more so than them offering her their protection regularly. Why does that thought eat away at me so harshly, and so soon?
After mia Violetta is shared once with each of my younger brothers, I want her all to myself and in my bed only. I doubt it’ll happen, though; I’m a hard man to get along with if I don’t have my way. Some may say I’m spoiled; others in the family would say it’s my birthright being born the oldest male in a powerful dynasty. I’m the Capo, and as my father says, I’m entitled to be selfish.
Can I control what my father refers to as my “silent temper?” I stew on things silently and then take care of it with a ruthless fist in a blaze of anger. I don’t want to become overly jealous to the point of killing her and my brothers that may care for her. I can’t. This is our life. This is how things are done and always have been. I was used to it and completely fine before, but now...well, I want her all to myself.
I’m nothing more than a typical selfish Vendetti heir.
Clutching the sheet to my body tightly, I turn over and sit up making sure the fabric is tucked securely over my naked breasts. I hadn’t the slightest idea that there was someone actually sitting outside the bedroom door waiting or else I would’ve made myself be quiet while Matteo was inside me moments ago. Thankfully, it was just his brother Luciano, or else I may’ve been a bit embarrassed for my husband and myself. I don’t know how Matteo feels about his men hearing my uninhibited response to our sexual intercourse. There’s no way that anyone outside the door wouldn’t know exactly what we’d been doing.
Being intimate with Matteo, Valentino, and Dante yesterday opened my eyes once I stopped fighting against what was happening. They shared me so willingly, yet not. Each is possessive in his own way, especially my husband. I could see that my pleasure was important to them even if they pretended otherwise, and how they each couldn’t wait for their turn to touch me. To feel unbelievably desired by so many men at once is liberating. I felt immensely powerful yesterday, witnessing each man crumbling with passion before me and knowing in my mind that I was the one who’d given them those feelings.
It’s happening again with Luciano. He’s here after just hearing me come, and he’s watching me as if he’s ravenous. He hasn’t had his turn with me yet and I can definitely tell the big man is eager for it. Yesterday I was overwhelmed and frightened, but today, I’m more excited than anything. My life has done a one eighty, but these men are offering me so much in return as well.
“Let her eat first.” Matteo scolds the younger brother, but Luciano will not hear of it.
He stalks toward me, a strong, determined man on a mission, as his older brother glares more and more with each stride he makes closer to me. “I’ve waited longer than is custom for our familia. She’s had her rest and I’ve run out of patience.”
Swallowing, I glance between them both, speaking up for myself. “She is right here and can make up her own mind.”
Matteo scowls but remains silent, quietly stewing in his bossy alpha way with irritation. He’s not a man I would push around if I were Luciano. But maybe because they are brothers, Matteo will show him some leniency.
“Babe,” Luciano mutters, his fingers going under my chin as he tenderly turns my face up to his. I’ve had a few guys call me babe before, but the way the word rolls from his lips has my toes curling in anticipation.
“Luciano.”
“Morning orgasms look so damn good on you.”
My cheeks heat. I’m still not used to men’s attention so blatantly obvious on me. Of course, I’d dated in the past, but nothing ever came out of any of them. My father had a hand in everything I did, even when I was out with friends or around guys. His men were always around to make sure I was safe and kept untouched. It was usually a cousin or a close family friend that he’d trust my safety with. None of them showed real interest in me as each knew I’d be betrothed eventually or else they’d end up six feet under. And especially now, knowing that I was promised to the Vendettis, am I glad no one ever tried in that sense. I have a feeling they’d be dead if they had and not by my father’s doing.
Luciano’s free hand falls to my bare shoulder, his fingertips lightly trace from my shoulder up along the skin of my throat and back again, giving me pleasant goosebumps. He continues to explore, the touch trailing over the crest of each pale breast following the fold of the sheet. His lips part as he murmurs something low in Italian. Whatever he said—he sounds pleased. His gaze skirts ov
er every freckle on my face before removing his hand from my chin to place it on my other shoulder. He applies enough pressure to have me shifting backward, lying on the bed again with the sheet taut across my body.
His nostrils flare as his stare continues to move lower over every dip and curve. No doubt he can make out every curve I posses with the way the sheet falls against my flesh. “It’s my turn, babe. Do you know what that means?” he asks, and I nod, ready for more—for all of them to take me. I’ve made peace with this. I must be with each and rather than be angry or disgusted, I’m excited. How many women get the chance to marry a man and then have sex with seven different men, all gorgeous and powerful? I’ve never met even one woman offered such a luxury, that’s for sure.
Luciano eagerly tugs the sheet to one side, exposing my nakedness underneath. Matteo bites out a curse as Luciano licks his lips eagerly. “If only Matty hadn’t just come in you, I’d eat your pussy until you came so many times your legs shook.”
My thighs press together on their own accord, the pressure sending a small jolt of bliss to my core. It’s not nearly enough, but the move has Luciano grinning and pushing my legs apart. He stares at my core as he unbuckles his wrinkled dress pants. He didn’t even change from yesterday. If I had to guess, he’s been outside that door all night waiting for this moment.
“How do you want me?” I get up the nerve to ask, unsure if he’d like me to be on top of him as Matteo had just enjoyed it so much.
Luciano curses, his hold shifting as he yanks my ankle and hip over. He moves me, twisting my body so quickly that I’m shocked to find myself flipped over onto my stomach. His hands both span over my hips, their expanse large enough that they nearly touch each other as he pulls me up to rest on my hands and knees. In this position, I’m unbelievably exposed to him, and he can see every bit of my core.
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