“You appear to be in need of a break, carina.” He returns my smile with his own sweet grin. I’ve come to learn that Santino is probably the sweetest out of Matteo’s brothers.
“I’m having such a great night! The dancing is fun, but you’re right, I’m worn out.”
He pulls me a step closer, resting my arm on his. I’m grateful for the extra support and follow him off to the side of the room.
“I haven’t seen Matteo in a while, have you?” I ask quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear my concern for the Capo, my husband.
“Yes, actually I have. He’s the one who sent me to collect you.”
“Oh, good.” I release another breath, calming my heartrate down from the last dance. I keep following him through a few doors until I realize I’m lost as to where we’re going yet again. This house is so big; I can never keep it all straight. “Where are we going?” The sounds of the party grow fainter with each new doorway we go through.
He opens one more door, pushing me through as he replies, “In here.”
We’re essentially in an oversized coat closet, and as I look to the side, I meet Matteo’s gaze. “Matteo?”
“Mia fiore,” he breathes and releases a pent-up breath that he must’ve been holding when the door opened.
“What are you doing back here? Are you hiding from your own guests?”
“I’ve been watching you,” he admits, not the least bit ashamed. Santino comes to a standstill right behind me. The door lock clicks in place and then Santino’s warmth is at my back, even closer than a moment ago. Matteo meets his brother’s eyes and nearly growls. “Fuck her already, Santino, or else I will.”
My husband meets my surprised gaze, his own full of fire and blistering need. He’s doing this for the tradition, because he wants my body and isn’t supposed to have me again until Santino and Cristiano get their turns. “Matteo?” I gasp and then I’m being spun around by Santino’s strong grasp.
He moves me until my front is pressed up against the wall directly beside where Matteo stands, his stance wide, peering down at me full of hunger. I’ve never felt more desired by any other man—ever.
Santino’s lips trail down the side of my neck, his teeth pausing to nip at random. The air kicks on, fluttering through the vent above me and goosebumps alight my flesh with his caresses against my sensitive flesh. “I swear I’ve been waiting for forever to sink into your pussy, Violet.” At his confession, my nipples harden with anticipation, loving the fact that he’s been thinking of this moment.
Matteo moves swiftly, his fingers shifting my own hands in position behind my back. He clasps them together in one firm grip, while Santino bends, his fingers griping the delicate material of my dress. He works the smooth texture up and over the curve of my hips, barring my ass to them both. I’ve worn minimal underwear as this dress shows everything. The personal shopper suggested I go with a seamless G-string type of panty so it wouldn’t be noticeable under the silky material and I heeded her advice.
Both men groan as they discover my lack of barrier over my butt, my cheeks bared for their pleasure.
“You lucky bastard,” Santino grumbles to his brother. Their gazes are no doubt pinned to my body; I can feel the intensity of their stares on my flesh. Matteo uses his free hand to hold my dress in place beside my clasped hands as Santino moves the sliver of underwear to the side. “I’m sorry, sweet Violet. This is going to be fast and hard. I don’t think I can hold myself back from coming in you as soon as possible.”
My breathing increases, my chest pushed into the wall as my heart rate surges with his words. They have me so freaking turned on, working together to restrain me and then fuck me. Clenching my thighs together, I squeeze them; the pulses rocketing through my pussy make me want to beg. “Please hurry.” It leaves me breathlessly, making me sound winded.
“You’re a goddamn bastardo, Matteo. I swear it; she should be fucked by us all regularly,” Santino comments in a rush, jerking his slacks open with a quick tug. I hear him shuffle around as he pushes his pants down, working the barrier out of the way. The blunt tip of his cock is pushing at my entrance within the next second.
“Do it, Santino,” Matteo orders and clenches his jaw. He meets my lust dazed stare, bearing witness to my eyes widening with Santino pushing his length in my core.
He stops when he has around an inch inside. The tip of his cock swells deliciously inside as his fist grips his shaft and squeezes, a soft mewl escapes me at the sensation. He pulls it out briefly to rub wetness up my slit, teasing my clit momentarily before pressing back into my core. Santino sinks in much deeper this time, my pussy throbbing around his impressive length, greedy to have all of him as deep as possible.
“Please,” I moan. “I want your cock so badly.”
Matteo bites his bottom lip, watching me begin to beg for Santino to fuck me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he draws blood; the intensity’s written all over his face. He wishes this were him behind me, driving deep and pleasing me. I can’t help but feel hope and desire well up inside my chest that the powerful Italian Mafia mobster will take my body again and soon.
I’ve been curious about Santino. We get along easily and we’re roughly around the same age as well. I’m a little older, but you’d never know that with how calm and responsible he is. It’s exciting having his hands on me...being the focus of all his attention. It doesn’t hurt that all of the Vendetti men are exceptionally gorgeous and charming in their own ways as well. Having him share with me earlier about the story of the tradition also has me feeling a bit closer to him than the other brothers, besides Matteo.
“You don’t have to ask twice,” he rasps, the hint of Italian intonation becoming more pronounced with him being turned on. “I’ll pound this sweet pussy anytime you’ll allow it, until you can no longer walk if that’s what you want,” Santino promises and follows through, thrusting into me with punishing force. Having Matteo right here, so wound up as he watches us go at it, has me going crazy inside. I want them both to fuck me, here and now...to use my body for their combined pleasure.
“Yes!” The exclamation leaves me excitedly; my eyes drooping with the need to roll back as he grazes my G-spot. The rewarding thrust and grunt mixed in from his own satisfaction is enough to have me gasping repeatedly as he hits my sensitive button with each powerful drive. “Right there, Santino. Oh, please, just don’t stop!”
“You couldn’t get me to fucking stop if you begged.” His hand yanks my hair, my head wrenching back as I lose it. The overpowering all-consuming release has my muscles growing stiff and then turning to jelly as I moan with pleasure and satisfaction.
Matteo’s grip remains firm as he keeps my hands restrained behind my back. Santino takes my quick orgasm as his permission to increase his tempo and pounds into me from behind with a bruising force. How these men can be so well endowed and brutal with their hips, pistoning as if they’re possessed is awe-inspiring. They truly are cut from a different cloth, one with a strong bloodline and good genes I’d have to say.
His body moves so quickly, so roughly that a quiet cry escapes. The Vendettis are consumed with control and it seems the brothers are even more demanding when it comes to their bedmates. My body remains against the wall, the structure being my saving grace when holding me up. If not for its placing, I’d be reduced to my hands and knees bracing as best as I could on the exquisitely hard, gray marble floor.
Both men help to keep my body in place with their strong grips, their gazes burning with consuming desire at the sight of me being so thoroughly fucked. Santino’s cock throbs, the girth swelling inside my tight core with his impending orgasm. He’s just on the verge of tipping over, I can feel it.
Wanting to push him to his limit I squeeze my Kegel muscles and beg again. “Please come in me. Please, Santino, fill me up.” The breathy plea is his undoing, sending him tumbling over the edge into his orgasm.
Sighing with relief, the gush of hot cum inst
antly offers a silky reprieve to my battered core. “Feels so good,” I admit and he groans.
“God, yes, you do.”
His words of approval have my insides feeling full as warmth spreads all over, but for an entirely different reason. I love it that I’ve brought pleasure to nearly all of them. Before this I’d think any woman in my current position was a slut, but living it...well, I can see now that it’s nothing of the sort. I’ve never felt more appreciated and wanted before and I’m learning to love every minute of it.
Santino carefully unwinds his fingers from my hair, delicately massaging my scalp momentarily before dropping his hand to lightly squeeze my hip. “Bella,” he compliments wistfully and draws back a step, his cock pulling free with his retrieval. As he breaks the link between us, his cum escapes, dripping down my thigh.
Both men groan and Matteo releases my hands. Just as I bring them to my body, my arms sore from the restraint, Santino uses his grip on my hips to quickly spin me around.
He falls to his knees before me, his gaze hooded as he watches the cum drip down the inside of my thigh. Keeping myself still, I try not to move a muscle. I’m not used to men looking me over so closely, wanting to see every bit of me.
His lust filled irises meet mine, my mouth falling open in response at the sight before me. It’s broken almost immediately as Matteo grabs my chin, pulling me back to his stare and takes my mouth in a demanding kiss. His lips against mine claim ownership. He may allow his brothers to sample me, but there’s no doubt in my mind just who I belong to. My husband.
Santino’s fingers trail over my calf, moving up and inside my thighs until he uses two fingers to scoop up some of his cum. Matteo kisses me relentlessly as his brother spreads his cum all over my pussy and thighs, coating my lips, clit and surrounding area more so than they already are. His palm cups my opening, wetting the skin before he moves his hand up and down, applying just enough pressure to have delicious sparks flaring through me all over again.
“I want to watch your pussy as I make you come again. I want to see you grow wetter and wetter until you drench my hand,” Santino murmurs, pulling a moan from me as Matteo catches it in our kiss.
I do exactly as he requests, too. With each circle of his palm, my pussy zings and pulses, missing the feeling of being so full just moments prior. Whiny mewls of approval escape me as he moves against me relentlessly, demanding me to cave into him.
“Oh!” I cry out, breaking free from Matteo’s lip lock as Santino moves his hand a few inches toward my behind. His two drenched fingers sink into my ass upon impact and my body shakes in response.
I’m untouched there and the pleasure mixed with the sudden change to pain has me yelling louder. He pushes them a bit deeper before rocking the heel of his hand backward, applying strong pressure to my clit. The back and forth movement sends my body shooting off inside, shocks of pleasure rocketing off all over my flesh. I have no chance at fighting any of the Vendetti brothers. They play my body so easily, demanding and taking, then giving me the sweetest torment and rewards in response.
“Oh, Santino!”
I’m met with his answering smile and smug expression. He loves seeing me reduced to a quivering mess. Him mixed with Matteo’s presence is overwhelming in the best possible sense. The oldest brother grabs my forearm, helping me straighten once the lingering waves of bliss have vanished.
“Mia fiore, so, so exquisite.” Matteo’s free hand comes to my forehead, his handkerchief dotting the perspiration from my forehead. “You must straighten yourself up now, as we still have to find Cristiano and the guests are still here.”
My mouth drops at his order. Cristiano? So soon? I can barely stand from the orgasms Santino just inflicted and now he expects me to find the birthday boy right away? I hope the youngest doesn’t mind me laid out and unmoving because now that’s about the full extent of activity I can manage at the moment.
The bossy man sits on a small bench, watching me as I attempt to fix my appearance. “Santino, go look for our brother. We may have to meet him in one of the bedrooms, as mia moglie is spent.”
“Si, Capo.” He nods as he finishes dressing. Once he’s clothed, without a hair out of place, mind you, he closes the door behind him to find the youngest brother.
I’m pulled into Matteo’s waiting lap, his arms wrapping around me. I feel wobbly and pliant like Jell-O. Having a great night with the dancing, the sex, and being shown off proudly by my husband has been a whirlwind of an experience, one I wasn’t anticipating.
“Shh,” he breathes against my ear, and then inhales deeply at the crown of my hair. “You smell so fucking good. How can you be like this?”
Leaning my head back, my wide eyes meet his. “Like what?” I ask, worry filling my stomach. Is he getting sick of me always being weaker than he is? I’ve been feeling better, having more energy; I hope he’s not too burdened taking me on as his wife. I can’t help it that the doctor thinks I need more rest.
You’re unbelievably alluring. I just watched my brother fuck you raw, and yet, I find myself incredibly turned on. I seem to desire you more and more with each moment I’m around you. I don’t understand how you can be like this, when no other women even remotely tempt me so,” he admits softly, confusion lacing the rich timbre and the springs of unease I’d previously carried begin to uncurl in my belly.
I move my head to lean on his shoulder, my tired stare trained on the scruff along his jaw. He was clean-shaven earlier, but as the day’s worn on, he’s grown looser, the liquor and eleven o’clock shadow making him even more desirable, if possible. Shrugging, my fingers move to trace his tie. “I feel the same way when it comes to you, you know.”
His walnut stained irises stare into mine for a moment before gruffly asking, “Si?”
I nod and his lips move to mine once more. This time his kiss is careful, soft, and measured. Each stroke of his tongue is like a drug, urging me on to keep taking. He kisses me as if I mean something to him and with that comforting thought, I grow even more lax. While we wait for Santino to return, Matteo holds me to his body sweetly, warming me from the inside out until I fall fast asleep in his arms.
Santino and Valentino found Cristiano with two women wrapped around him. Both were dressed remarkably like the Victoria Secrets angels. Their shoulders were strapped with the wings and all. With Cristiano, I can’t say this surprises me in the least. He has my looks, so much so that people are often confused when they see us. He’s similar to the point that it catches me off guard at times as well. That’s where the similarities end, however. My brother’s a bit reckless and I’m the opposite, always strung tight, ready to defend the Vendetti title and never willing to trust an outsider.
“I say let them join in the fun,” Cristiano rambles, drunk off too much champagne. His glassy gaze jumps from each brother, a cocky smile adorning his mouth with the suggestion. He’s not one to usually speak so brazenly around women. He usually keeps his thoughts to himself.
“Shh! She’s asleep,” Valentino hisses, gesturing to Violet who’s passed out, lying in the middle of the oversized sleigh bed. We’re all right inside the door, having left the two models who trailed along after my brothers behind in the hall.
“You’re just mad, dear brother,” the youngest slurs, “that two of the trashy fashion shows models want to suck my cock tonight. I’d share...tomorrow.”
There’s an answering snort before I lean in to interrupt. “You will not disrespect mia moglie with such requests. She’s to be the head of the empire. You’re fortunate to kiss her feet, to be presented with such an opportunity to offer her your loyalty and services.”
“You mean give her my cum.”
In a flash, Santino’s hands grasp my shoulders, sidestepping to stand in front of me. I could easily dismember him if I wanted him out of my way. None of my brothers are as vicious as myself. That’s why I’m called Ruthless and they’re not. “He’s drunk, Capo. He doesn’t know what he’s
saying,” Santino murmurs attempting to diffuse my rising temper.
I scoff. “He knows exactly what he’s saying. It’s the liquor freeing his tongue enough to speak it aloud. I should make an example of him for the future.”
Valentino slaps Cristiano on the side of his head, growling something I can’t make out.
“If this weren’t such a vital tradition to our bloodline, our brother would have you fuck those two whores instead. But this is our life. You’re aware of your duty, Cristiano,” Santino scolds and our brother’s hands fly up, his irises appearing a touch clearer than a moment before.
He clears his throat. “I get it…” Cristiano trails off, swallowing roughly before staring at the floor. “I need to speak to Matteo alone for a moment.” He says my name in a way that I know he needs to talk to his oldest brother, not the Capo dei capi or Ruthless, just me—Matteo. I don’t know what he would deem so important to keep it between the two of us and for it to sober him up.
“Go.” I glance between Santino and Valentino, then nod toward the door and they file out minus Cristiano. “What could you possibly have to say that those two can’t hear or don’t already know?” I gesture to the closed door.
A flush quickly spreads from his neck all the way to his forehead. It’s unlike my little brother and instantly has me looking a little more cautiously at him. “Are you going to be sick?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder. He may irritate me at times, but I care if he’s unwell. Cristiano’s my brother after all.
He shakes his head, and after a moment finally admits, “I-uh...I’ve never…” His voice lowers to a mumble, “had sex before.”
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