Page 63 of Dangerous Games of Trust

But as Alessandro lines himself up with my ass, my body tenses. This is too much. Maddox stops moving inside me.

And Ricky takes my chin in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. “You can do this, baby doll. Just focus on me and what a good job you’re doing sucking my cock. I may even reward you and cum down your throat if you’re a good girl.” A shiver runs through me. And I take his cock in my mouth again, doing exactly what he said, looking right into his eyes as I suck his cock. “That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking perfect for us, aren’t you.” His hands lace into my hair, and he strokes the side of my face tenderly.

Maddox’s mouth covers a nipple, sucking roughly in a way he knows sends me wild. It’s too much and not enough. I try to pull back from him, but I’m trapped between them. Forced to endure their delicious torture with Alessandro’s weight right behind me. He plays with my puckered hole, teasing me with one finger then another, stretching me. Trying to get me ready to take him. And when my body starts to relax, I press my ass back, needing more. Maddox moves inside of me, the combination of having my pussy so full with his cock and my hole getting stretched bringing me dangerously close to orgasm.

And then his fingers are gone, and I feel the tip of his cock pressing into my tight hole. My eyes scrunch closed, not sure how I can take them both.

“Look at me, baby.” Ricky’s voice fills my ears, and I shoot my eyes open to find his piercing blue eyes staring down at me with so much love I can’t look away.

One of Alessandro’s hands comes to my hip, his fingertip pressing in as he grips me tightly. “Open up for me, princess,” he demands, his voice a low growl. He stretches me, inching inside of me just a little, then backing off.

“Oh God.” Heat radiates from my face, I’m so hot I feel like I’m going to combust. Pain surges through me, the impossible tightness of my ass trying to stretch around him, with Maddox already in my pussy.

Alessandro leans over me, his lips pressing to my shoulder in a way-too-gentle kiss. “Trust us, princess.” He rolls his hips again, inching in a little more. The way he stretches me burns like a motherfucker, but I know just like last time I tried this with the two of them, that will pass. So, I will my body to focus on sucking Ricky, and before I know it, he’s all the way inside of me.

“Good girl.” I feel more lube squirted over my ass, and it dribbles down between my legs, making it all extra slick down there. And then he really starts to move inside of me. Maddox picks up the pace at the same time, rocking his hips into me, thrusting so deeply. And fuck. I’m floating, I’m flying, I’m having an out-of-body experience.

I pull off Ricky, staring up at him like a woman possessed, needing to take a breath so I can stop from passing out. “Yes, Alex, Maddox, fuck me. I need this. I need all of you,” I cry into the room, losing myself in the moment completely. Everything they’re doing morphs into nothing but pleasure. Earth-shattering euphoric pleasure. And I take it all, every deep thrust, my body clenching desperately, so ready to tip over the edge again.

I grab for Ricky’s cock, wanting to taste him, needing some connection with the three of them at the same time. The sinister smirk on his face when he sees my desperation is enough to tip me over the edge once more.

I ride their cocks, cumming in waves as I scream around Ricky’s cock, and he spurts his own release down my throat. He wastes no time in dropping down to his knees, kissing me as the other two tip over the edge as well.

They shower me in kisses and words of praise as they gently pull out of me, and Maddox holds my body close to his chest. I know I need to move to throw my clothes back on, with the party still just outside the doors, but I can’t. I’m utterly shattered and completely fulfilled at the same time.

Chapter 32

I go through somestretches on the floor mat of the boys’ gym. It’s early morning, and I have been here since six thirty after having a series of terrible nightmares overnight, where they all turned on me. Then my face shifted, and I was my ma, and the man standing over me was Enzo. It scared the hell out of me, and I eventually gave up on sleep and came down here to hopefully clear my mind before I have to face Geovani again.

I spent yesterday in bed fighting off a hangover from hell. Serves me right for thinking I could drink copious amounts of champagne and party with the boys. I don’t think they were much better either after the night of celebrating; the house was deadly silent most of the day. Dani came and found me in the afternoon to quiz me on what happened with the boys when the doors were closed. But there was no way I was filling her in on all of that. Jesus, I can’t even process it myself. My body is still sore.

My only disappointment from the night was I didn’t get to talk to Geovani. And the longer I’ve left it, the more my anxiety builds.

I move into plank pose then up to downward dog, hearing my back crack as I stretch. The door opens abruptly, and I see Geovani enter the gym as I peer through my legs from upside down. He still looks pissed. I move through to a lunge, not paying him any attention. Things are so weird between us. I’m not even sure how this training session will go this morning, but I’m ready to get back into our routine. When I finish my lunge, I move through the same sequence on the other side. And when I land in the lunge, he’s standing right in front of me.

“Hi.” I smile awkwardly.

“What are you doing?” he grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face in what looks like frustration with me.

I scrunch my face up. “Stretching,” I mutter. “What does it look like I’m doing, baking a cake?”

His scowl deepens, creasing his forehead. “I meant why are you in here already, when I said we meet at seven?”

I shift my stance, planting my feet firmly on the ground and placing my hands on my hips defensively. “What’s your fucking problem? You have been shitty with me for days, and I’m over it. Either you come out and say whatever is on your mind or we move on, because I’m not putting up with you stomping your feet and carrying on like a petulant child,” I spit out at him, with all the pent-up frustration I have been holding inside.

Something flashes in his dark glare, and before I know what’s happening, I’m being tackled onto my back in the center of the mat with him on top of me. I suck in breaths, trying to get some air back in my lungs after he winded me completely. His eyes are glassy and cold, and his expression is one I don’t want to mess with. He goes to move his arm, and I flinch to cover my face, not sure what he’s about to do to me.

“You’re terrified of me,” he growls, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and frustration.

I stare back at him, confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I wanted you to know I would do anything to protect you. I didn’t want you flinching away from me. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Okay,” I whisper, feeling close to tears suddenly. And I’m not sure if they’re for me or him. He looks so torn up, but he’s right, I am scared of him. I know what he’s truly capable of. He took pleasure in killing a man in front of all those people. There is something psychopathic about that, whether he believed he was doing it for the right reason or not. I’m also not sure how much I can really trust him.

“You don’t believe me.” He rolls off me and sits beside me on the mat. Bringing his knees up, he buries his head in his hands and breathes in deeply.

I move to sitting as well, crossing my legs as I watch him. I don’t know where we go from here. “Why did you want me at the fight?” I ask, needing to understand what he was thinking.

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