Chapter 5

While I remove my boxers, my brother removes his jeans and white underwear before climbing between her legs for another taste. I don’t blame him one bit because she tastes sweet like honey. Right now, I want to feel her lips wrapped around my cock. I stroke myself as I walk over to her. Grabbing her shoulders, I pull her back slightly so her head hangs off the edge of the mattress. Her eyes widen with fear as a gasp escapes from her. And I fucking love it. Dante loves her already. I don’t want her heart. I want to see the panic in her eyes, the struggle, as she fights for her breath. Natalia doesn’t fight for a damn thing. She takes whatever abuse she’s given. I want to be the man that makes her strike back. I won’t be pissed when she claws at me and bites me. She’ll be rewarded. I’m an asshole, so she’ll never know that’s the goal.

“Open wide, Pretty Girl.”

She opens her mouth to question me, and I lean over her and push in between her lips. Natalia gags as I force my way to the back of her throat. Dante pins her legs and slams into her pussy. We have had an agreement for months that he fucks her pussy first. As long as I get it, it doesn’t matter to me which one of us takes it first. Her tongue glides along my cock with every thrust, and I groan loudly when she sucks hard. I hold myself up with one hand on the mattress while I pinch her nipple, causing her to whimper on my dick. My balls hit her in the nose repeatedly, probably making it hard to breathe. And then it happens. She claws at my chest while she tries to get away. I pull back and slam into her throat over and over. After Dante comes inside her, I order him away from her pussy.

I climb onto the bed and kneel. “Over here.”

She gets up and moves to me; I turn her around and pull her down onto my cock. Dante watches as she rides my dick, facing him. I know he’s getting an eyeful of her bouncing tits while I rail her. Holding onto her hips, I move her up and down my length while she moans like a goddamn porn star. Her cunt squeezes my cock as she throws her head back on my shoulder and cries out in pleasure. I bury my face in her neck and inhale her sweet floral scent. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I push her forward until she’s on her hands and knees. Dante doesn’t waste any time; he kneels on the other end of the bed before her. He gently caresses her face while I spread her cheeks and spit onto her asshole, and push a finger into her tight hole. When she yelps in pain, Dante pushes into her mouth.

I pull back and slam back into her, my cock and finger working her at the same time. “You like this, don’t you, dirty slut? You’re so fucking wet.”

Of course, she can’t answer with Dante in her throat, but she moans around his dick, causing him to groan. I grab her hip with my free hand and fuck her hard while she whimpers, “I know you’re tired, but we’re not. We’re going to use every fucking hole you’ve got until we are done.”

Dante

Her tongue glidesalong my cock and feels fucking unbelievable. I’ve fantasized about her lips wrapped around my dick countless times, but this is better than I could’ve ever imagined. Every moan and whimper around my length as my brother pounds into her takes me closer to the finish line. Tears run down her cheeks while I hold her head on either side and fuck her. When I hit the back of her throat, it causes tingles to rush down my spine. And then she comes. Natalia is practically screaming around my cock, and I can’t hold back another second. My entire body tightens with my release, and I shoot cum down her throat. I pull out of her mouth, and she runs her tongue over my slit, licking up the leftover drops she missed. “Fucking filthy girl.”

Drake pulls out of her, flips her over, pins her thighs back as he kneels between her legs and slams back into her. I sit on the bed beside her head and kiss her while running my thumb over her nipples. My tongue swipes against hers, and she runs her fingers through my hair while she moans into my mouth. Within minutes, I’m hard all over again. Natalia is like my personal Viagra. I’ll never get enough. I’ll never be satisfied. My dick practically screams for more.

Natalia

I should not enjoythis as much as I do. This is weird, right? Two brothers. I’ve never been with one man with this much stamina, let alone two. When Drake finishes inside me, then Dante takes over, sliding back inside me with a groan.

Drake leans over, standing beside the bed, and bites my nipple, making me whimper. The pain radiates through me as it turns to pleasure. He takes my bud into his mouth and sucks hard while Dante wraps his arms around my thighs and pushes into me repeatedly.

“Fuck. This pussy is heaven,” Dante groans as his cock pulses inside me.

He pulls out of me, and when I realize they’re done, I say, “I’m going to take a shower and then go.”

Drake chuckles. “You’re not going anywhere until tomorrow. Let”s get you some food, but no shower.”

“No shower?”

His lips turn into a smirk as he glares at me. “No shower. You’ll drip of us for fucking days.”

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After a trip to the bathroom,I grab a bathrobe hanging on the hook on the back of the door and put it on so I don’t have to go down to the kitchen naked like the day I was born. I have had little chance to look around their house, but as I would’ve assumed, it speaks of the money they have. I run my fingers across the dark marble in front of the dual bathroom sinks. The walls are painted a deep red color. Whereas Domenic and Giada’s house is a lot of gray, this house is far more bold in decorating. The large shower with a showerhead on two sides of the wall calls to me, but as tempting as it is, I don’t get in because pissing off these two men doesn’t seem like a great idea. I’ll shower when I get home. I’m on birth control, so getting pregnant isn’t a big concern for me. Of course, it’s always possible, but it’s unlikely. I should probably be concerned about diseases, but ?I’m not. Na?ve. Stupid. Maybe. I trust them in a way that’s likely dangerous for me. I giggle as I glance at the toilet with a bidet sitting beside it. Who has a bidet anyway? Someone with more money than they know what to do with.

Walking out of the bathroom and then the bedroom, I make my way to the stairs, noticing the family photographs on the wall. There are several pictures of the De Luca brothers at various ages. The most captivating one is one of a young boy smiling from ear to ear. Drake is imprinted in gold across it. He looks happy and friendly, completely at odds with the man I know now. I stand staring at it, wondering what changed him because now I can’t imagine him truly laughing. An amused chuckle here and there, but not from happiness.

“What are you looking at, Pretty Girl?”

Hearing Drake”s booming voice, I jump and quickly look at him standing in front of me with a raised eyebrow. “I was looking at the pictures and wondering what happened to you. I mean, you looked happy.”

“I was happy, but nothing lasts forever.”

“What happened?” I ask as I walk down the hall with him to the kitchen. He grabs my hand aggressively. “Curious, pretty girl. I’ll tell you a truth for a truth of yours, but you go first.”

When we enter the dining room, we join Dante at the glass table and sit in the black leather chairs. I’m not sure who made the food, but it must’ve already been prepared because lasagna takes a while to bake. They sit across from me as they pile lasagna, garlic bread, and a little salad onto their plates. I watch them cautiously as I put the green salad on my plate. I take a bite and thank them for the food between bites, but something makes Drake angry.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I glance at him questioningly, because I have no idea what his problem is. He should be happy, considering I had sex with both of them without ever asking either of them to stop. Sex makes men happy, right? Not Drake. Nothing does.

“Why aren’t you eating lasagna or bread?”

I swallow hard and shake my head, trying to clear my negative thoughts. “I’m not hungry.”

And then my stomach betrays me, gurgling loudly, causing me to cringe with embarrassment.