Page 63 of Winter
Luna laydown on the couch and closed her eyes. Sleep evaded her, the pain in her chest overwhelming. Luna Rosenbaum rarely cried and rarely let her guard down but tonight she let the tears come, sobbing quietly into the pillow until she was exhausted. She got up and, walking into her little galley kitchen, splashed water on her face. She glanced out of the window, over to the police station. She knew Knox was working tonight. Luna grabbed her phone and tapped out a text. Seconds later her phone beeped.
Come on over.
She smiled, tossed a coat over her pajamas, pulled rubber boots on, and scooted down the stairs, out into the storm. As she pushed open the door of the police station, she could feel the tears start again.
Inside,Knox took one look at her face and held out his arms.
In the morning, the snow was five feet deep. Raffaelo and Tommaso lit fires to keep the big house warm, and they sat in the kitchen, the three of them cooking and eating and talking.
Inca felt as if she should be … she didn’t know—embarrassed? Ashamed? But she didn’t feel thatat all. It was so natural to be with the two of them, laughing and talking. It was as if the storm had come at just the right time, and looking out of the window now at the whiteout, she imagined the rest of the world had gone away.
Maybe in this world, Scarlett is still alive,she thought, and tears sprang into her eyes.
“What is it,mio caro?”
Raffaelo had seen her tears, and as they spilled down her cheek, he swept them away with his warm fingers. They were alone. Tommaso had gone to take a shower after breakfast. Raffaelo pulled her into his arms, and she tilted her head back for his kiss.
“I love you,” she whispered to him, and he smiled, his gaze intense on her face.
“Ti amo, Inca.” His lips were firm against hers, his hands sliding into the robe she wore. He was shirtless, just in his jeans, and Inca slid her hands down to cup his cock, feeling the hot length against her hand.
“I want you inside me, Raffaelo.”
With a groan, he let her free him from his pants, then guided him inside her, his cock filling her entirely, her gasp of excitement all he needed to thrust hard. Coupled, they tumbled to the floor, Raffaelo pushing her legs up to her chest, sliding a pillow under her hips so he could sink balls deep inside her.
So immersed in their fucking were they that neither saw Tommaso as he came back into the room. In his hand there was a small video camera. “Keep going, my loves. I want to watch you …”
Why did this feel okay? Inca wondered if she had crossed a line here of decency, but then neither of the brothers looked at her with anything but absolute love and respect. Tommaso lay on the floor, aiming the camera at the sight of Raffaelo’s cock plunging in and out of Inca’s cunt.
“We can watch it together while we fuck,” Tommaso said. He lowered his head to Inca’s breast and began to suck on her nipple, teasing the small bud until she cried out, coming violently, bucking and jerking as the two brothers tended to her. Raffaelo came inside of her then, his moans like honey to her ears.
Tommaso, his huge erection obvious in his jeans, smiled at her. “Mio caro, shall we let Raffaelo in on our secret? Our casket of little pleasures?”
The thought of being tied up and fucked by both of them made Inca squirm with pleasure, and she nodded. Tommaso kissed her lips as Raffaelo smiled in confusion.
“What is this?”
Tommaso got to his feet. “You’ll see. Raff, get Inca seated in one of those wooden chairs.”
He disappeared, and Raff helped Inca, her legs still shaking, to her feet.God,he was beautiful, his sweat-flushed skin, his green eyes soft with love, his dark curls wild and messy.
Inca sat in the chair, and he drew the back of his hand down his cheek. “Tu sei il motivo che respiro,”he said softly.You are the reason I breathe.
Inca felt her heart swell with love.
She stroked his cock, still sticky with cum and her juice, then ran the tip of her tongue from the root to the tip, her fingertips tracing a delicate pattern up and down the shaft. Raffaelo groaned, and his cock thickened and lengthened again.
Tommaso came back in with his wooden box of treats. He smiled when he saw them. “Good.” He drew the supple leather strips from the box.
“Here’s what we’ll do ... Inca, I’m going to tie you to the chair; Raff, you will do to her what I tell you ... if I decide you both need punishing ...”
Raff laughed. “I’m game ... Inca?”
She nodded, sighing happily as Tommaso crisscrossed her body with the leather strap and tied her hands behind her back.
“Raff ... spread her legs and kneel between them.”
Raff dropped to his knees and pressed her legs far apart.
