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Nico moves closer, placing a hand on her leg. “We’ll make sure you’re comfortable and safe,” he promises.

Dante’s gaze locks with Gia’s, his eyes full of hunger and desire. “This is what you’ve always wanted, right?” he asks her.

“Yes.”

Her answer has excitement coiling in my gut, tight and hungry. I can taste the nervous energy rolling off her in waves, sweet and tangy. As much as I hated the idea of sharing her, this feels different. This is about fulfilling Gia’s wish and giving her something she’s always desired. I’m not only a participant but her partner, supporting and guiding her through this new experience.

As we all move in, our hands touch Gia’s skin, exploring her curves and contours, and she begins to tremble. Her soft and warm body is incredibly responsive to our touches.

“Are you ready, Gia?” I ask, my chest vibrating with the words.

Her eyes flutter close, and she takes a deep breath before nodding.

Chapter Fourteen

Gia

My breath hitches. The world narrows to the space inside the four walls of my bedroom, this bed, and the hunger in the eyes of the men staring back at me. My pulse throbs in my ears. Marco’s gaze anchors me, a lifeline from the anticipation churning within, and I can’t look away.

He leans down, deliberate and certain. The pressure of his lips against mine is a spark. It dances through me, setting every nerve alight. His hands, strong and sure, wander across my skin, each touch a brand that heats my blood, and there is no hesitation in his actions.

His kiss deepens. Passionate. Claiming. He tastes like sin and redemption all at once, a flavor I can see myself becoming addicted to. I’m lost in the sensation, in him, in how he makes me feel cherished.

I arch beneath him, coming closer to my face as I whisper, “It’s okay if this isn’t something you can do.” Tonight, I made it clear to Marco I have no intentions of sharing him with another woman despite my desire to have physical relationships with other men. However, knowing I’m fucking other men and witnessing it are two different things. I respect Marco enough not to force him to be part of something that brings him pain.

“There is no other place I would rather be right now,” Marco whispers against my flesh.

“Are you sure?” I ask as Nico and Dante run their hands along other parts of my body.

Nico’s hands, calloused and sure, explore the curve of my hip, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind my knee. I bite my lip, the sensation both thrilling and terrifying. Marco is watching my reaction. I’ve always had to be the one in control, making decisions and calling the shots. The only child to a motherfucking captain in the King family empire, there was no room for weakness. Tonight, as terrifying as the thought is, I’m giving that control to Marco, and it makes my heart race with a mix of fear and excitement.

Marco’s touch is featherlight as he cups my cheek. His eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger that mirrors my own. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my temple, whispering, “I’m fucking sure. Damn, you are so beautiful. The only thing I want you thinking about is your own pleasure tonight.” His words are like a gentle caress, spurring me on despite the lingering doubts.

I feel Dante’s hands trail up my calves, knees shivering under his touch. He kisses the inside of my thigh, his breath hot, and I can’t help but catch my lower lip between my teeth. “Relax, bella,” he murmurs. His lips brush higher, and I feel every muscle in my body tense and then release. It’s a slow climb, torturous and exquisite.

Dante’s presence looms between my legs, his frame large and powerful. He uses his large and muscular arms to gently spread my legs farther apart. I notice all three men staring at my bare and exposed pussy.

Marco grins as he looks at the other two men. “Isn’t her pussy absolutely perfect?”

Dante’s hands slide up, his fingers lightly grazing the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen. His eyes twinkle with promise, and a shiver runs down my spine. I feel vulnerable and exposed, yet being so intimately known is an undeniable thrill. “Mouthwateringly perfect.”

Marco lifts a hand and presses Dante’s face toward my waiting slit. “You have no idea. It tastes even sweeter than it looks.”

Watching Marco physically move Dante’s mouth toward my body causes an unexpected reaction in me. My breath hitches as his movements and words are decisive. He’s controlling the entire scene, and he has never been sexier to me.

“Go ahead, give her a taste,” he orders. Dante eagerly positions himself on his stomach, his mouth hovering just above my pink lips. Gently kissing my inner thighs, he leaves a trail of soft, wet kisses. The sensation sends shivers through my body, making me arch up. Nico’s hands stay firm on my hips, keeping me steady. I see Marco watching Dante, and there’s a fierce intensity in his gaze. It’s clear he wants what is happening as much as I do.

As Dante kisses his way to my center, heat builds with each passing moment. My heart races as Marco’s hand never leaves my face, his assurance that he is right there with me, at my side during this entire experience.

“Relax, Gia,” Marco whispers, his breath warm in my ear. “Does that feel good?”

I close my eyes and inhale deeply. The scents of musk and desire mingle. Marco’s other hand finds mine, squeezing reassuringly.

“So fucking good,” I manage, followed by a gulp.

Dante’s wet kisses have moved onto the outside of my pussy, his stubble scratching against my skin. The sensation is exhilarating and uncomfortable, yet I don’t want him to stop. I feel alive with need, craving the attention surrounding me.

Nico’s hands move to my breasts, his fingers gently tugging at my nipples, pulling and twisting them into stiff peaks. I gasp at the sudden intensity of pleasure and pain mixed.

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