6. Alessia

Chapter 6

Alessia

My eyes snap open to find Julien standing in the room, watching us with a wolfish smirk on his handsome face. He’s a year younger than Adrien, but just as formidable.

“Adrien,” he greets his brother as I’m set back on my feet. “I didn’t think you were arriving back until much later.” Julien stalks closer, leaning in to kiss me on the mouth where his brother’s lips were just devouring me. They’re swollen and wet, and his tongue snakes along them, tasting the mingled saliva of mine and his brother's.

“Alessia arrived at the bar before I had time to contact you,” Adrien informs him, his hand shifting the bulge that’s so prominent in his suit pants. “Would you like a drink?”

Julien nods. “Brandy, one block of ice. And my dear, sweet sister, how are you?” He turns his attention on me, pulling me into his arms.

“I’m fine.” My voice is raspy from being ravished by Adrien. “I was just talking about you,” I tell him, reminding myself I’d asked about him moments ago.

“I’m sure you were. It looked like it the way you had your tongue down our brother’s throat, sweet Alessia.” This time Julien chuckles. “I may even be jealous of him if you don’t offer me the same greeting.” He leans in closer to me, smiling when I shiver. Goosebumps rise on my tanned skin, and the way he licks his lips salaciously, I know he’s tempted to lick a trail over my bare flesh. It’s been far too long since he’s gotten a taste of the woman he was never meant to want.

He leans in closer to me now. Adrien plays the piano while our brother’s lips find mine. The sweet flavor of mint and honey assaults me when his tongue dips into my mouth.

Everything south of my belly button is alight with a fire burning so brightly I’m certain it could take this whole house down in flames. Julien and Adrien have been my brothers all my life, but they’ve been the men I loved since I was eighteen. I grew up believing a lie we were told. We all believed it. When I arrived at Medici Hall, we were made to believe I was their stepsister. But I was not the blood of the boys I grew up calling brother .

I learned everything I know about this life from them, and slowly, with each year that passed, I fell, deeper and deeper into the darkness that always tainted the Medici name. And now, I’m as filthy as they are, as our parents were.

Julien’s hands trail gently down my body, so soft, so loving I almost mistake him for a man who’s already been inside me. But he only knows me so well because we’ve done things before. He’s seen me naked, seen my curves, found the small beauty spot on my upper thigh. All because we grew up believing we were not blood.

“You’re as beautiful as you were before you left,” he tells me earnestly. I thought we were only here for lust, giving in to our needs, but something tells me he feels more. So much more than we were ever allowed.

“And you’ve grown into a man,” I tell him. Flitting my eyes to Adrien, I grin. “Both of you.”

The piano falls silent, and my older brother’s shoulders are rigid as he sits quietly at the instrument. We don’t move. Don’t breathe. But I need something to happen. I need one of them to say something, to tell me this is okay. My immaturity still shines through the darkness at times, and I feel like the teenage girl who kissed her stepbrothers without knowing what I was doing. Thinking it was innocent, that there wasn’t anything wrong with having feelings with those so close to you.

But in the end, we were torn apart by the lies we were led to believe.

Julien tugs me over to the piano, my heels clicking on the expensive tiles from Milan our mother insisted on. Adrien turns to regard us. His eyes burning into me, trailing from my head to my toes.

“I think we need to become reacquainted,” Julien murmurs along the column of my neck, causing a shiver to trickle through me. The warmth of his breath makes my stomach flip with want as Adrien reaches for the straps of my dress. He pushes them over my shoulders, allowing the silk to pool at my feet. My black-and-pink, lace and silk corset, along with the matching panties, cause him to smirk, the corner of his mouth tilting salaciously as he licks his lips.

“Come here, little sister,” Adrien all but growls in his rich accent. He allows me to sit on his lap, spreading my thighs by hanging each of my legs on either side of his. I’m open to Julien who looks like a wolf about to devour his prey.

“Mm, I think I might need a taste of you, Alessia,” Julien murmurs as he drops to one knee, as if he’s about to propose. The thought catapults my belly and causes my heart to race erratically. His hands on my thighs are strong, gripping my limbs and holding me open. My eyes are wide, watching him trail his nose up my left inner thigh.

His hot breath tickles as it moves over my skin. When he reaches my core, I know it’s damp and needy. He presses his nose against my panty-clad pussy and inhales my scent.

“Sweetest fucking nectar in the world,” he growls, his tongue darting out to lap at the material sodden with my arousal. “And the most delicious forbidden fruit I’ve ever stolen.”

Julien’s fingers tease the material to the side, baring me to his heated stare. I watch in awe as this beautiful man leans in, to lap at my dripping center. Electricity shoots through me, racing down my spine. My toes curl when he licks me again, his tongue flicking my clit, suckling the hardened, thrumming bud into his mouth.

“Oh, god, please, Julien,” I plead, my voice raspy, dripping with need and want. Forbidden desire, tempestuous lust turns my body molten when his fingers dip into me, finding my heat pulsing around his two digits.

“Adrien, I think our girl wants to get fucked.”

Filthy words cause me to tremble. Adrien’s fingers find my nipples, tweaking them gently, twisting and tugging, until I’m wanton. My moans fill the room with the sound of a girl who has grown into a woman.

Julien rises. His lips glisten with my arousal, and he leans in to kiss Adrien. Their tongues duel, lips smash together, and the sight leaves me breathless and hungry for so much more. Both men are hard. I can feel Adrien’s cock against my ass and Julien’s at my thigh. And I realize then and there I want them both inside me.