Page 59 of The Prices We Pay
Luca places a kiss against my shoulder blade before slowly pulling out of me. I follow suit, givingJoe a quick but deep kiss before pulling out of her. The sight of my cum spilling from her awakens the possessive beast inside of me. And I realize then and there that it’s a sight I want to see over and over again for the rest of my life.
I run two fingers through my cum between her legs. Lifting them to her mouth, I instruct her, “Open up, Love.”
Her glassed-over eyes darken as she opens her lips, sticking her tongue out slightly. I place my fingers on her tongue. Closing her lips around them, she sucks my release off my fingers, and if I knew she wasn’t already exhausted, it would be enough to have me fucking her all over again.
“Nice to see the three of you…bonding.” With Luca still kneeling behind me and Joe still beneath me, the three of us snap our heads toward Enzo, standing in the entryway. He’s wearing a devious smile, while Dante stands next to him with an impossible-to-read expression, his arms crossed over the barrel of his chest.
“Well, this is just great,” Luca groans, staring up at the ceiling.
“Nice ass, Amico.” Luca points his finger in his direction, but before he can open his mouth, Enzo continues, “Uh-uh. Don’t you try to scold me. I’m not the one having a three-way on the couch.” His gaze meets Joe’s. “But that doesn’t mean I’d be opposed. Have fun, Sweetheart?”
“Lorenzo…” her exasperated tone says one thing, but the twinkle in her eye says something else entirely.
Enz backhands Dante’s chest. “Hey, Big Daddy, what do you say?” I might be riding some post-orgasmic high because, I swear to fuck, Dante actually blushes.
The three of us stand up from the couch, and as we redress, I don’t miss the way Enzo and Dante’s eyes rake over not only Josephine’s body but Luca’s and mine as well. I don’t miss the way Enzo adjusts his growing erection or the way Dante’s breath picks up speed, either.
Once the three of us are dressed, Enzo holds out a bag full of pints of ice cream. “Post-coital snack, anyone?”
29
Josephine
It’s been two days since my night with Luca and Sebastian, and I feel like I’m literally walking on a cloud. I might have walked with a slight limp for twelve hours, but on a cloud nonetheless.
And while my body has fully recovered from all of the events that took place on Monday, I swear I can still feel the touch of their lips on my skin. Even Dante’s soft kiss on my cheek fills my thoughts every minute of every day. I’ve barely seen the four of them the last few days, as Sebastian and Dante have been busy completely “revamping” Vittori Enterprises security, and, after they decided to get cold feet, Luca and Enzo have spent the last forty-eighthours trying to convinceStyle Usmagazine to move forward with the sale of their company.
Even though I know the four of them have a thousand things to do at any given moment—as do I—I selfishly find myself wanting them all to myself. It’s all I can seem to think about. The way Sebastian controlled my body, despite the fact I’ve never been able to let go like that with a partner, the way he looked so complete when Luca buried himself inside of him, the way I saw a side to Luca I would never have expected, especially from a man who commands everyone and everything around him. I can’t stop thinking about the way Enzo’s eyes shone with happiness when he caught us—the way Dante so clearly tried to hide how turned on the whole scene made him.
I crave them every minute of every day. Sebastian’s dominating tone… Enzo’s flirtatious smile… Dante’s protective touch… Luca’s possessive stare… I want it all.
Who am I?
The thought has me crossing my eyes beneath my desk, and I know that if I let my train of thoughtcontinue, I’m going to walk down this hall and try to fuck one of them in their office. And as tempting as that sounds, I’m wearing satin dress pants today, and I don’t want to risk a stain. My stomach groans, and I realize it’s the perfect distraction I need. My kickboxing class ran a little late this morning, so I didn’t have time to pack a lunch, but there’s a ramen place right across the street that I’ve been dying to try.
Sliding my heels back on, I grab my purse and head toward the elevator, making sure I tell Clara I’ll be back shortly.
When the elevator doors open on the lobby floor, I’m instantly met with a six-foot-six man with buzzed hair, a beard, and biceps bigger than my thighs. “Dante.” I smile up at him.
“Going to lunch?”
“What are the chances you just happened to be headed upstairs and not waiting by the elevator doors because Clara texted you and told you that I was leaving the building for lunch?”
“Zero.”
Traitor. How does she work sofast?
Regardless of how busy the four of them have been the last few days, one thing has been made very clear: I don’t go anywhere by myself. Not to or from work, not to kickboxing, nowhere. It’s clear Clara has been instructed to inform them of my whereabouts. They have still been taking turns spending the night at my apartment. Last night was Luca’s first shift, and as much as I wanted to jump his bones, I could tell he wasn’t in the right headspace. He practically sat at my kitchen counter on his laptop all night, corresponding with a plethora of people about salvaging this buyout.
It’s easy to tell that he doesn’t do well when things don’t go as planned. I think he and I are a lot alike in that way.
Patting his giant pec, I try to placate him by saying, “I’m literally just walking to the ramen restaurant across the street. I’ll even bring my food back here and eat it in my office. I’ll be gone for fifteen minutes max.”
His face remains stern. “Don’t care. I’m coming with you.”
“Dante, it’s really—”
Grabbing my wrist, Dante pulls me through the lobby of Vittori Enterprises, guiding me into a hallway off to the side. He grabs my face with one hand as he pins me against the wall. “Understand me right here and now: It doesn’t matter where you’re going or what time of day it is; I don’t care if you’re taking out the trash at two o’clock in the fucking morning; one of us will go with you.”
