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I stroke her plump, round ass and smile when I look down and see the slipper socks still covering her feet. They’re equal parts ridiculous and cute.

Fuck it, the socks stay on.

Aurora is a mess of contented whimpers, interspersed with great gasps as she tries to catch her breath after her orgasm. My entire body thrums with satisfaction, knowing I’ve reduced her to this puddle of need and bliss. She’s resting her head on her forearms, but as I unfasten my belt, she turns to the side as if she’s trying to catch a peek at what’s in store. I shuck my jeans down and widen my stance, stopping their descent to the floor.

“No peeking, Aurora,” I order, as I slide my fingers into her hair, and grip hard, forcing her to look away. I hold her hips firm with my free hand and line myself up at her entrance. I don’t give her time to adjust before thrusting hard and filling her fully.

“Benny, fuck yes,” she screams. It’s the last coherent word I get out of her as I set a brutal pace, pistoning into her, consumed by the feeling of her tight, hot little hole around my cock. I lose myself in her, completely cunt drunk right now.

I pull her hair tighter, forcing her to arch off the worktop. Her hair drapes down the curve of her spine, drawing my attention to the way her ass ripples with every thrust of my hips. The sight has my balls tightening and forces me to slow my tempo to stave off my orgasm. I drag myself almost all the way out of her and revel in the sight of how wet she is by how drenched in her cum my cock is.

I can’t suppress my croaky hum of satisfaction, knowingIdo this to her. My body, my hands, my dick bring her this much pleasure. I push back inside and alter my thrusts, changing the angle to drag the head of my cock against her G-spot.

It’s her undoing and I can feel the moment she comes. Her muscles tense and lock around me, drawing my orgasm closer. I pull back and it takes everything in me to hold still, keeping just the crown of my cock inside her, losing nearly all my control as her release drenches the most sensitive part of my dick. As her arousal floods me, my balls tighten, sending a familiar pulse of pleasure along my shaft.

“That’s right, my beautiful fucktoy, come for me and take every…” thrust, “fucking…” thrust, “drop.”

Squeezing my eyes tight shut, white hot lights dance across my darkened vision as I come with a roar and release my grip on her hair, allowing her to collapse on her front, laying flat against the cool marble, completely ruined. I lean forward,placing my palms on the counter either side of her hips and do my best to catch my breath, but trying to stay buried in her heat for as long as possible, keeping her full of our cum.

We both look up with a start at the sound of a throat clearing from the other side of the kitchen.

“Well, I don’t know about Sin, but I for one think that was a thing of beauty to watch,” comes Nico’s gravelly voice.

I try to respond, but I can’t catch my breath. I’m completely depleted.

“Looks like they both need looking after,” declares Sinclair walking up to the other side of the counter and leaning forward on his elbows, before stroking Aurora’s tresses from her forehead. “I think someone needs some sleep before we pick up Enzo.”

I know he’s talking to Aurora, but we both nod, too tired to talk, and wanting nothing more than to collapse in a heap in our bed.

Nico’s arms envelop me and I shudder and groan as he pulls me out of Aurora. The feeling is an exquisite form of torture as I long to stay buried in her, but I can’t deny the part of me that preens with pride, watching my cum trickle down her thighs. I’m about to run my fingers through it and shove it back into her swollen pussy when Nico beats me to it. He finger fucks her in long languid strokes before bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his cum covered fingers clean.

The noise that starts in my chest and escapes from my lips is the most feral sound I think I’ve ever made, and I’m not the only one making it. Aurora is up on her elbows again, staring over her shoulder, transfixed by how eagerly Nico is feasting on us.

Sinclair lifts my little queen into his arms, bridal style. “Bed, you two.”

“Go with Sin. I’ll batch up all the food and put it away. I’llbe right behind you, Bambi,” Nico instructs with what I swear is a chuckle. I think he’s amused by how spaced out I am, but I’m honestly not with it enough to be able to read behavioural cues right now.

“Bring up some water for these two space cadets when you come up,” Sinclair shouts over his shoulder.

As much as there’s nothing romantic about my feelings for Sinclair, I do love the way he looks after us all. It’s a relationship that I wasn’t expecting when this started, but I revel in the closeness we get to share now. We have a connection that’s meaningful, without the complication of a sexual attraction. It’s a different type of love to what I feel for Nico or Aurora, but it’s still a love I cherish.

I pull up my jeans before following him dutifully, and when we get to our room, I try hard to stay awake, but I’m dead to the world as soon as my head hits the pillow.

CHAPTER TWELVE

ENZO

Ifeel like I’m entering an alternate reality as our car pulls off the road towards the house. The last time I was here this was our safe house, but now it’s the base of operations for the entire Bianchi organisation. What was our secret, secure haven is now a heavily defended compound.

I’m not surprised, and I’m not upset. It just feels different, and highlights how much I’ve missed, how long I’ve been gone, and that maybe, I just don’t fit anymore.

The boundaries have been secured with discreet perimeter fencing, only interrupted by a new and heavily fortified iron gate, complete with guard house and armed guards. As the car rolls through the open gates, I recognise one of the guards along with one of Stefano’s crew and it goes a long way to reassuring me that my family is protected.

I don’t know when I stopped thinking of them as my team, but to refer to them as anything other than my family feels like a betrayal of the sacrifices we’ve made for each other.

I called Stefano first thing this morning and asked him to arrange to bring me back early. I couldn’t bear to spend one more minute in the hospital and thought I’d surprise them. As the car pulls into the garage, I’m so eager to get inside that I open my door while the car is still moving. My body complains, stiffness and a dull pain radiating through my torso reminding me I’m not back to full strength yet. Once the car comes to a stop I haul myself out more carefully than I’d like. I’m moving into the house, ignoring the driver calling out to me.

“I’ll leave your bag in the hallway, sir.” He shouts after me and I wave my arm, acknowledging him but eager to have him gone so I can find my family.

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