Page 16 of Snowed in with the Mafia

Nico wraps his arm around my waist and draws me closer, tasting the most hidden parts of my being. When he releases me, he withdraws a ring from the pocket of his pants... a wedding ring. He slips it onto my ring finger, leaving my thoughts in disarray and no time to analyze them before he passes me onto Luca.

Luca first tests me, then comforts me, holding me softly and letting me use his mouth to see what I want. I’m curious, and I explore freely, relishing the way he growls against me when I dip my tongue between his lips. He too retrieves a ring from his pocket and places it next to Nico’s ring.

By the time Vincenzo takes me, my hunger is insatiable, the meaning of the rings on my finger weighing down more heavily than I care to admit, but still, I kiss Vincenzo with a fierceness that leaves me red with embarrassment. But I can’t stop myself. I want to kiss them forever. When Vincenzo slips his ring onto my finger, it completes the piece, and I’m looking at a falcon in gold embellished with gemstones. I don’t even want to know how much these costs.

I catch Luca pulling off the white sheet from the structure in the room. At the same time, Nico scoops me up, and cradling me in his strong arms, he carries me to the structure, which is, in fact, the Falchi throne. Their seat of sovereignty, with falcons carved from rare wood and studded with priceless jewels. It’s overwhelming and enthralling to look at, but when Nico places me to sit on the velvet-cushioned seat, I rival the glow inside me from the fireplace opposite me. I don’t understand how it’s possible, but I feel empowered, strongly feminine, and beautiful.

The gilded throne is imposing enough that I have to look down at them. But when they lift their sultry, dominant gazes on me, I want to hide from them.

“Lift your dress and part your legs, Lady Alessia,” Nico instructs me. His command is too bold, too visceral. I can’t. Instead, I press my knees together harder, my breathing so labored it echoes around the silent room. Intuitively, I fall back on my shyness, wanting to shrink away, but then when my hands grip the armrests of the throne, something happens to me. Maybe it’s a metaphorical lightning strike that singes my shyness, or the sight of them before me, but in an instant, I want to please them.

Trembling, I lift the gossamer fabric of the dress in both my hands and draw it off my thighs. I part my legs at the same cadence I expose my bare skin, agonizingly slow.

I’m my own furnace, and I’m sure I surpass the heat from the fireplace.

“Now place your feet on those footrests, Alessia,” Vincenzo says. I look down, and there are two falcon footrests on either side of me. Doing that will open my legs even wider, but I also have to scoot to nearly the edge of the seat to reach them.

I close my eyes and do as I’m told. The instant my feet touch the wood-engraved panels, a soft whirring sound reaches my ears before a set of cuffs straps my feet in place. Dear God. I triggered the restraints when I put my foot there.

Being bound to the throne seems to be the least of my problems. The heads of the Falchi, the most gorgeous specimens of man alive, remove their drawstring pants. My gaze collides with each of their fully erect cocks.

They’re huge. My body already clenches tight, and my stomach curls with nerves. How are they going to fit inside me? But despite my manic thoughts, I can’t ignore the lascivious throb in my clit.

“Alessia, listen very carefully to us. We can’t touch you with our mouths, hands, or fingers. We can’t prepare you or make you wet enough to take us. The first thing that must touch you is our cocks. Kissing you was pushing the boundary of what we could do,” Luca explains, his tone quiet and measured. I frown, not sure what he means.

“When you’re sitting on the Falchi throne as our virgin, kitten, only our cocks can touch you,” Vincenzo continues.

“You might not be wet enough, so it’ll probably hurt more, Alessia,” Nico says softly.

I swallow. They’re too big, and even I know I need lubrication to take them. My panic returns tenfold.

“But afterwards,” Vincenzo says, “when this whole ceremony is done, we’re going to make you so wet, suck you so hard, eat your little clit, make you sit on our faces until you can’t grind your cunt into our mouths anymore, and then you’re going to come so hard you’ll squirt all over us, drown us in your essence. And then we’re going to do it again.”

I gasp audibly as Vincenzo’s words form images in my mind.

“And your nipples. Ah, fuck,” he adds. “We’re going to lick them until you come. Suck on them as if you’re already swollen with our child, and we’re trying to get a taste of your milk. And we won’t stop until we do.”

Oh god help me.

My pussy starts to pulse, and instantly I’m coated with fresh dampness. Oh my gosh. How am I going to survive this? But then everything changes.

I hold my breath and press myself deeper into the opulent chair as Nico comes toward me. I’m stunned by his utter male beauty, his virility showcased in every muscle, his power that of a dark lord.

The closer he gets, the more I want to close my legs, battling against the cuffs, but he subtly shakes his head. I grip the ends of the armrest with such urgency that the engravings of a falcon imprint on my palms.

“Alessia,” Nico says, my name falling from his lips like a chant.

I’m a hot mess, trying to pull away while simultaneously wanting to throw myself at him. My gaze glides over his face, pleading for something I can’t name.

He closes the gap between us, and the tip of his cock glides against my clit. A full-body tremor rushes through me. But that is all he is allowed before he nestles his shaft between my labia and inches inside me.

Chapter Fifteen

Alessia

I can’t explain the sensation and make sense of it at the same time. I’m equally bewildered, petrified, fervid, curious, and hot. So, so hot. Nico pushes in deeper, bypassing what I’m sure is my body’s boundary, even though only the head of his large cock has entered me.

Tears sting my eyes. He presses in deeper. My apprehension is now insurmountable. He’s not going to fit. My body jolts as I try to squirm away from him, but I’m stuck on this throne, spread open for him and Luca and Vincenzo.

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