Page 102 of Caruso
“Fuck, Matteo.” Her heart beats hard against mine, and she groans, “You guys will be the death of me.”
Her soft, happy giggle makes me smile, and I shift back a little and cup her face, whispering, “Nobody’s dying, baby girl, not if we have anything to do about it.”
Her eyes fill with emotion as she nods, her fierce expression lighting her eyes as she whispers huskily, “I’ve got you all. I won’t let you fall.”
Our smiles collide with understanding. This is our future. Four lives all entwined with a fierce loving that nothing will ever break. Not all the time Taylor continues to want to stay.
Epilogue
Taylor
Six months later
Tommaso rolls over and lies on his back, his cum dripping from my pussy like the fucking Niagra Falls.
“Fuck!” I have no energy left to support my body as I lie beside him, my heart racing as my limbs turn to jelly.
“You have ruined me.” I groan as my body reminds me he went in hard on it today.
Tommaso has been educating me in the pleasures of domination, commanding me to bend to his will, rewarding me with more pleasure than my body can stand.
My time is shared equally between the brothers and I sometimes wonder if orgasms are a threat to life because I’ve enjoyed way more than my fair share of them ever since I set up home with the Caruso brothers.
It’s been the best time of my life. We alternatebetween the Freedom Ranch and The Artemis, and each brother plays a different role in my life.
Tommaso is my educator, my master if you like. Our time together is on the understanding that I do what he says because he has my best interests at heart—always.
Giorgio is different. He is the wicked spark that lights my soul. We play hard, break the rules, and he forces me into situations no woman should ever be in. Sex with him is all-encompassing, pushing the boundaries, bordering on insanity. He is the devil inside me and forces me into situations I shouldn’t crave as much as I do.
He is teaching me the art of the blade—torture and enforcement. We practice on his enemies, their screams lighting the passion between us. His blade has dragged against my skin several times over, marking me as his, with no permanent marks left, a skill that impresses me the more he uses it.
Then there’s Matteo. My rock, my protector and the guardian of my well-being. He nurtures, protects and provides, and I sleep with him most nights. If he’s out of town, that pleasure usually goes to Tommaso because Giorgio is a night owl who loves to prowl the streets when they are at their worst. He boxes for fun, not for the money, and enjoys poker and gambling, not bothered if he wins or loses as long as it’s without cheating. He drinks, smokes and watches shows but never touches another woman, and I am confident of that.
Three brothers, all very different, and one woman who has been given the keys to life.
I wouldn’t change a thing; this is who I am: TaylorCaruso in spirit rather than name, and I always will be all the time I breathe.
“I’m not sure I can face this evening.”
I groan as I’m reminded that Matteo wants me to accompany him to a gala at a rival hotel.
“Then bale on him.” Tommaso chuckles softly. “Tell him you have a prior engagement being tied to my bed tonight.”
“If I could survive the night, I would love that.”
I shift, flicking him an anguished smile. “You know I love you, honey, but Matteo has plans. We’ll revisit that thought though. Tomorrow he’s out of town on business; the night will be ours.”
“It’s a date.”
His wicked grin causes me to sigh. “I should freshen up. I must be ready in one hour, and we haven’t eaten yet.”
He leans back and watches me stumble from the bed, my pussy on fire, my ass red from the spanking he inflicted on it not that long ago.
“You bloom well under fire, princess.”
I rub my ass, wincing as it smarts under my touch. Wondering how he overcame my demons regarding spanking, courtesy of my stepfather. It was yet another fear he made me face, and I’ve developed a taste for it that beggars belief.
“Why do I love it so much?”
