Page 87 of Winter
And now she was here, her physical injuries almost healed, but still hurting inside for what had happened. More than that, she was angry. Angry at Kevin for tormenting her all those years; angry at Olly for playing fast and loose with her heart; angry at Luna …
Angry at herself. Had Luna been right? Was her perceived beauty a cancer? Was she really responsible for Kevin’s actions? Olly’s?
No.
She knew she wasn’t. It disgusted her that she was judged merely on her physical attributes.
I’m more than someone’s idea of beauty,she thought savagely.
What shewouldtake responsibility for, though, was her acceptance of the strange relationship between her and the Winter twins. Because it was odd, she knew that, and she knew she was being careless with both of their hearts. If their love for her caused a rift between them, she would never forgive herself.
A cool breeze blew in through the open window, and she shivered, but enjoyed the sensation on her hot skin. She heard voices in the hallway and looked up to see Raffaelo push open the door. Tommaso was behind him, and she smiled at them.
“Hey, how was the meeting?”
“Long and deathly dull,” Raffaelo said, pulling off his tie.
Tommaso grinned.
“He’s not wrong,Principessa. How was your evening?”
Inca slid off the window and padded barefoot to them. “Lonely.”
Raffaelo smiled down at her, bending to kiss her. “I think we can do something about that. What do you say, Tommaso?”
Tommaso’s fingers were already at the zipper of her dress, pulling it slowly down to kiss the length of her spine. Inca shivered with pleasure as Raffaelo’s lips found her throat.
“I think,mio caro,I need to shower first. Would you care to join us?”
In the shower, Raffaelo kissed her thoroughly, while Tommaso, his face buried in her sex, teased and tasted her, nipping her clit with his teeth until her legs shook. Then he stood, his smile wide, his eyes lazy with desire.
“Fuck her, Raff. Fuck her hard.”
God,when he did that, Inca felt herself growing wetter and wetter. Raffaelo picked her up and carried her, still dripping with water, to the bed and pulled her on top of him. Raffaelo, his cock purple with blood and huge, thrust into her. Inca clawed her fingers into his back as she cried out and Tommaso moved behind her so he could enter her from behind.
They found their rhythm easily, so practiced were they now at this game. After they’d all come, they would begin the kinkier games—the brothers dominating her entirely, tying her up, taking their turns to fuck her. Inca reveled in the lovemaking; it had freed something inside of her, something wild and uninhibited and wanton. At the end of the evening, Tommaso would ask for his favorite thing; he liked to watch Raffaelo and Inca fuck while he jerked off. Inca would lie under Raffaelo as he moved inside her, watching both his beautiful face as he moaned with pleasure, and then Tommaso, his eyes alive with lust as he watched them.
When they fell asleep was when she felt most secure, held by both of them, loved by both of them. For her, since they had been in this beautiful country, she had found where she belonged. During the night, just before dawn, she might wake or be woken by one of them, and they would make love gently. Lovingly.
It was Raff who woke her this morning, his lips against hers. He slid inside her and they moved together slowly, their gaze intense on each other.
“I love you so much,” she whispered, and he smiled, kissing her.
“Il mio amore,” he said softly and stroked her hair away from her face. Inca bit into his shoulder to muffle the cry of her orgasm, a mellow, intense thing, and they lay back. Beside them, Tommaso slept soundly, and Inca ran a fingertip over a frown line between his eyes.
“Is he okay?”
Raffaelo sighed. “I’m not sure. Inca, there is something you should know about Tommaso; he’s very sensitive.”
Inca looked at him in horror. “Oh God, do you think …”
Raff smiled, hushing her with his mouth. “Not about this. Not aboutus. You’ve seen how he is; he loves this whole situation. No, what I meant was … we’re here in Italy, where we both want to be. The only thing is—our father is here too. He and Tommaso do not have the best relationship.”
“Why?”
Raffaelo hesitated. “That’s not for me to tell you—I just know that when our father comes here—and hewillcome here—Tommaso will need both of us to get through it.”
Inca nodded, her eyes fierce. “He’s got us, Raff. I won’t let your father hurt him.”
