Page 17 of Snowed in with the Mafia

Nico increases the depth of his passage into me. Fat tears fall from my cheeks.

The burn is incredible. Having my body stretched this way is both agonizing and wondrous, but I can’t take more. I open my mouth to say as much, but Nico quietly silences me. I shake my head, pleading with my eyes, biting my lip so hard I’m going to taste blood soon. My eyes slam shut as he feeds more of his cock to my clenched pussy.

“Eyes on me,” Nico says, and I obey. He inches more of his thick, heavy cock into me, obliterating my control as my inner walls strain to accommodate him. Weak whimpering sounds fall from my lips. I’m positively sure he can’t go any further. But he does.

“I’m sorry,principessa,” he rasps as I fling my head from side to side, my body ramrod straight and rigid. Lashings of pain rip through me. I don’t breathe. I’m clutching the ends of the armrests so tight I’m going to snap the wood carvings. But if I don’t hold on so tight, I’m going to touch him, and I’m not sure if I’m allowed to.

“Please,” I beg hopelessly. Then I feel it. Nico’s cock breaching the utmost inner part of me, stretching me so the length of his shaft can fit inside me. Trepidation throws me off course. I don’t know what to do next. But when he looks into my eyes and reaches out to me, fire explodes under my skin. Nico brings his thumb toward my lip, where I know it’s red, swollen from my teeth. He doesn’t touch me, but when he makes a sweeping motion, it feels as if he’s caressing me.

The act is too innocuous; he’s not even touching me, but a slow flow of wetness seeps around his cock. He feels it too, his oath rough and almost painful. He slides in completely, and my body will never be the same again. He says my name once more, then pulls out, my virgin blood coating his cock.

Before my next breath, Luca is filling me, all at once, deeply, encompassing.

He says my name so softly, I need him to repeat it so I can anchor myself to his voice since I can’t bury myself in his muscular chest and feel his strong arms around me, guiding me into the darkness.

But Luca’s penetration is like having my virginity taken all over again. The burn is unbearable; tears drip from my eyes freely. He’s inches away from the depth of me, and I don’t think I can do it again. With all my attempts to escape, the delicate silk ribbon holding the gown together comes undone, parts, and reveals my breasts.

Luca’s eyes fall to my nipples. He swears heavily under his breath as he flexes his fingers, reaching out to touch me but stopping just a breath away from my aching nipple, so close I can feel the heat of his thumb just like I did Nico’s on my lip, a kiss away from touching me. I swear my nipple swells even more, and the restraint not to push myself against him so he touches me kills me. But when I’m distracted like that, he buries his cock hilt deep, and I feel him pulse inside me, dipping into what evidence is left of my innocence taken.

Vincenzo takes Luca’s place before I can feel any emptiness.

“Alessia… kitten,” he murmurs, sending his cock to the core of my pussy. I cry out in shock; I’ll never become accustomed to the sensation of having their cocks inside me, even if they put it there a million more times.

It’s consuming and overwhelming, and my pain and pleasure have tipped over into a blend of violent awe.

Vincenzo slides his shaft out of me instantly, and we both look down to see specks of my blood on the denseness of his cock. But he thrusts back into me, not to the hilt, just halfway, before he withdraws.

What is he doing?

But he does it over and over, teasing me, and soon I’m frustrated. For all the discomfort of having my virginity taken, I’ve grown to crave their cocks that deep inside me where it hurts until it unravels into something dark and erotic.

I push my body forward, my walls clutching onto his, and Vincenzo smiles, and my heart melts.

“You have to come on our cocks now, kitten.”

Vincenzo creates a storm inside me, one that makes me greedy and fierce. The more I try to hold onto him, the wetter I become. The tugging in the lower part of my body is so intense I’m hot and heaving, and I can’t think straight except to chase that feeling.

And then Vincenzo goes where I want him to, that absolute deep spot inside me where I don’t feel as if I’m myself; I’m theirs. I hug him to me. He groans, his beautiful face darkens, and his jaw clenches.

“Fuck,” he says, lowers his head, rears back a bit, and blows until I feel cool air on my clit, and my body mistakes it for him touching me there, and I come apart. My body quakes with a climax that leaves my nerves in a mess, but nothing is more sublime than Vincenzo looking straight into my eyes and filling my pussy with his cum. I can’t help but wonder why he looked away so quickly though.

And still, it’s not enough for me. When Vincenzo slips out of me and Nico takes his place, I need to come again. Or I’m going to die. I don’t want to wait.

Nico’s thrusts are strong, deep, fierce, and commanding. He sets the pace and demands I follow, and when he tells my body to come, I do so without question. His gaze rips into mine as he empties himself inside me, but when his jaw hardens and he withdraws from me, I’m left with a funny feeling in my heart—the same with Vincenzo.

And somehow, the only person I need is Luca. He guides his cock into my pussy, filled with cum that is dripping partly onto the edge of the velvety cushion and onto the engraved falcon carvings of the throne.

He scoops up what he can with the head of his cock, then thrusts inside me. He doesn’t go fast. Luca fucks me slowly, never once taking his eyes off me, not when I come or when he comes. He stays there, keeping me warm.

When he drops his head to mine and kisses my forehead, a bone-tiredness takes over me. The cuffs are released from my feet, and without severing contact, Luca picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and carries me to a sofa where he sits down with me on his lap. He lets me sleep on his chest, his arms around my back. His cock, still inside me, remains hard and rigid, as if he’s making sure more of their cum doesn’t leak out of me.

How can I ever be the same again?

Chapter Sixteen

Alessia

I come awake slowly, first my brain, then my body, and all at once I’m flooded with vivid memories so erotic, so tantalizing, I blush as if they’re touching me all over again. Just thinking about them brings wetness to my pussy. Am I already addicted to them?

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