I can hear the steering wheel cracking under Tony’s hands and know he’s feeling it too. Posy must as well because sheshrinks into herself and is quiet for the rest of the drive. When we pull up in front of our house, the only sound is our collective breathing.

I’m out of the car and pulling Posy out of the front seat before I even realize I’m doing it. She looks up at me, her whiskey-colored eyes full of sadness and regret. When Tony steps up to her back and presses his chest against her body, her eyes fill with tears.

“I’m sorry I left like I did. I’ve regretted it every moment since.” Her voice is so sad, “I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want to deal with my father’s wrath.”

Tony seethes, “Has he ever hit you?”

“No,” Posy is quick to answer, “but he has other ways to punish me.” She glances at the house, but her eyes are so far away, I know she’s not really seeing it. “Ever since Mom died, he’s made me feel like a prisoner and a trespasser in my own home. I hate it and I hate him.”

I cup her cheeks in my hands, only speaking when her eyes drift back to mine and clear. “Never again,” I promise. “Never again will he be allowed to make you feel that way,il nostro chiaro di luna. You’re ours and you’re home now.”

I don’t give her a moment to let my words sink in before I press my lips against hers and feel her body come alive. It’s like holding a live wire. I’m not ready for it, but I can’t stop it even if I wanted to.

I pick Posy up and her legs wrap around my waist, her movements not at all hindered by the short skirt she’s wearing. Tony slips ahead of me when I turn and move toward the front door of the house we share. He’s there to open the door wide and I stride right past him.

We need to claim our woman again now that she can’t hide behind her mask. She needs to see the truth in what we are offering her and what she means to us. I hear the front door closing and then the sound of Tony’s footsteps as he follows me to his room since it’s the bigger one and has the king-sized bed.

I had made fun of him for getting such a big bed before, since he never brought a woman home in all the years I’ve lived with him, but now I think he was onto something.

When I slide Posy down my body, she shivers against me when my aching cock slides against her heated pussy. I should undress her slowly, but the longer I stare at the dress she has on, the angrier I get.

“I hate you dressed up like a little doll, Posy.” She blinks up at me as Tony steps up behind her, I can tell by the look in his eyes he’s having the same thoughts. “Not for him, at least.” I lean in and run my nose along her jaw before whispering, “We can dress you up however we want, but it’ll only be for us. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she moans. She gasps when I hear the sound of her dress tearing and she pulls away from me to look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

Tony sneers, “Destroying this slip of fabric some people might call a dress. It’s not you and you were forced into it for him.” He shakes his head. “I hated it.”

The fabric slips from Posy’s body, and I groan because now she’s standing in front of us in only her panties. When Tony slaps her ass and I hear the sound of him making contact with her skin, I revise my assessment. Thong. She’s only in a lace thong; my dick is harder than steel at the thought of the vision my friend must be privy to right now.

“We’re going to take you together tonight,il nostro chiaro di luna. Claim you together,” I rasp.

“Please,” she whimpers, her body swaying closer to mine as she wraps her arms around my neck.

Tony takes a step back and starts stripping as I rip the thong from her body and start to play with our woman’s pussy. She’s already dripping wet, and it only spurs me on as I bury two fingers deep inside of her. The way she bucks her hips forward and moans tells me how much she loves it.

When Tony is naked, he pulls our woman back a step and his hands come up to cup her tits. When I pull my fingers from her wet heat, her hooded eyes watch as I lick them clean and groan at her taste. Tony takes my place, his fingers diving between her thighs as I get myself undressed.

She watches every movement, soaking me in and making my cock throb as my heart rate speeds up. Having her eyes on me is something I’ll never get tired of.

“You’re gorgeous,” I husk as I take in the way her skin flushes and she moves her hips against Tony’s hand.

I could be content just watching all night, but it’s been two days too long since I’ve been buried inside of her. We need to remind her who she belongs to. When Tony nods toward the bed, I almost trip over myself to get in the middle and lay down.

“Slide your pretty pussy down his cock, Posy,” he commands against her neck, nipping at her skin and causing her to make a whining sound in the back of her throat.

When he releases her, she scrambles on the bed and crawls toward me. I’m hypnotized by the sway of her breasts. Her hard pink nipples call to me and make my mouth water as shestraddles my hips, her hand wrapping around my thick length and pumping.

“Fuck,” I groan, “I won’t be able to hold out until I’m inside of you if you keep that up.”

Even though she’s had quite the night already and we’ve ripped her from the life she knew with our actions, Posy smiles at me. It’s coy and innocent which only makes me want to grip her hips and slam her down onto my cock.

Tony grabs something out of the side table before kneeling on the bed behind our woman. He grips one of her hips and helps her rise up over my cock. I can’t tear my eyes away from her face. She’s so relaxed now, not at all scared or hesitant about what is about to happen. Is that because she doesn’t understand the gravity of it or is it because she wants it as much as we do?

She must read the questions on my face because she admits, “I want to be claimed by the two of you. I know you’ll never make me go back there.”

“Never,” Tony snarls. “We’ll protect you with our lives and make sure no one but us can ever put their hands on you.”

“I know,” she moans and starts to sink down my length.