Page 87 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I whip my head so hard in Lorenzo’s direction, I feel it crack.
“Your what?”
“My knot. Say yes. Say yes, Amore. Take my knot like I know you can.”
Before I can ask what he means by that, my orgasm descends and I can do nothing else but consent, screaming out my “Yes” until it echoes across the marble walls.
I feel a burn in my thighs as my thighs are shoved apart and Lorenzo splits me open. Ramiel reaches over and helps him, holding my knees back and in place.
Lorenzo smiles down at me with those sharp teeth of his, his horns gleaming obsidian in the low light. He surges forward into me, I feel a pinch. A moment of pain as the lips of my pussy are pushed open wider. The base of his dick pushes against me. It feels… hard. New. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Rounded, a promise of something to come.
And that something comes as he pushes harder into me, that hard knot at the base of his dick settling inside of me. My body hugs him close, my walls pulsing around him as he settles in place. I feel full, too full to the point of bursting. I can feel everything inside. The shape. The warm pulse as his cock locks inside of my pussy, his knot secure.
Connected.
Intimate.
“W-what’s happening?” I squirm beneath him and my pussy pulls, but he doesn’t slip out.
We’re locked together.
“Holy fucking shit. Joder. Coño. Dios mio.”
Ramiel bends down, skimming his lips across mine. “No,” he whispers, a dark promise between us. “There is no god here. Only us.”
Lorenzo groans above me, a dark chuckle pulled from his own lips. “But we will be your gods,” he says. “You will worship us and we will worship you, isn’t that right, Amore?”
I can do nothing but nod dumbly. He’s pulsing inside of me, not moving, but locked still against me.
It’s a different sensation than what I’m accustomed to. It keeps me tethered to him. It’s like he’s in my body and soul simultaneously.
And the way he locks eyes with me lets me know that he feels it too.
The connection.
It’s so potent that I can’t stop the tears prickling behind my eyes or the way they fall down the sides of my face.
Suddenly I feel more naked and afraid than ever before. More vulnerable and I’m not sure what to think about that.
A part of me wants to hide, out of fear that my heart will break all over again.
I don’t know how it happened, but I’ve gotten in too deep with these men. All three of them. My life and future are undecided, yet one thing is clear, and that’s my feelings for them.
Lorenzo’s expression softens. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
Ramiel pushes my curls away to expose my face. He bends, and to my surprise licks away my tears with the tip of his tongue.
“I know, vidente,” he whispers. “Our perfect, beautiful vidente. We feel it, too.”
He doesn’t specify, yet Lorenzo seems to understand what he means.
He takes one of my hands, pressing it to his chest between us where I feel the rapid beating of his heart.
“We feel it too,” Lorenzo confirms. “You’re ours.”
Ramiel’s eyes flash. “And we are never letting you go.”
