30. Victoria

Back at the townhouse,I'm glad that we are on the way to formally declaring our marriage to Gianluca's parents; tonight means more to me. I Google handfasting ceremonies and make notes on vows we can say and how it all goes down, and then I turn to my wardrobe, rifling through for the perfect gown. I need something raw, something that matches the wild essence of what we are about to do. Something bohemian, something with enough whimsy to make it feel real. I settle on a white flowing dress that pushes the girls up into a cleavage of note, with a delicate lace detail that screams forest nymph. Perfect.

I get dressed with care, brushing out my hair until it settles in soft waves around my shoulders. Slipping into the dress, I shiver with anticipation, knowing this will be the last time I will wear this dress. I expect it to be ripped away from my body when my dark knights claim me, body and soul.

Downstairs, the guys are already in the living room. Gianluca's dark eyes light up when he sees me. He's sprawled on the couch, looking every bit the Prince he is. Cian is next to him, ever brooding yet fiercely protective. Luke is nervously pacing, and it gives me the strength to ask what I need to.

"Luke."

He looks up, and his eyes fill with heat when he takes in my attire.

"Is this enough for you?"

"Yes," he says without hesitation. "I told the guys earlier, either my family gets on board, or I cut ties. You are everything, and if they can't accept you, then I don't want to be part of them."

Smiling nervously, I take his hand and kiss it. It's everything I needed to hear and more. "Ready?" I ask.

"Yes. You look stunning," Gianluca says, rising from the couch to take my other hand.

"We're ready when you are," Cian adds. "We took it upon ourselves to do a bit of research into handfasting." He indicates the backpack. "Hope that's okay."

"It's fucking perfect."

He grins, taking the credit for this ‘research', much to the other two guys' annoyance.

But that is soon forgotten as we head out into the freezing night, the chill puckering my nipples into aching peaks, my feet cold and wet from the damp grass as we head over campus to the small woods at the edge.

The moon hangs low, casting a silver glow over the trees as we step into the forest. It's quiet except for our footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Luke takes the lead to guide us through with a torch. Gianluca and Cian flank me, their presence a reassuring warmth against the biting cold.

We find a clearing surrounded by ancient oaks, their branches reaching overhead like skeletal fingers. The ground is uneven, covered in moss and fallen leaves. It feels sacred in a twisted sort of way, fitting for what we're about to do. Luke places the torch upright on a rock, illuminating enough space for our ceremony. Cian empties the backpack, laying a couple of used candles and setting them steady on the ground before he lights them. Then, he draws a pile of silk ties out.

"Mine," Gianluca grins when I laugh at the makeshift rope.

"Why am I not surprised?" I murmur.

Luke steps forward first. "Give me your hand," he says softly, almost reverently.

I extend my arm, and he wraps the first tie around my wrist, tying it to himself. There's an unspoken understanding between us as his gaze locks onto mine. "With this cord, I bind myself to you," he murmurs.

One by one, Gianluca and Cian do the same, each binding themselves to me with lengths of rope until we form a circle connected by our shared ties. They murmur vows that are both possessive and tender, their voices blending into the night air.

"With this cord, I tie my fate to yours," Gianluca whispers. He tightens the knot just enough to send a bolt of anxiety shooting through me that I quickly squash. He is going to use this later, and it's going to be perfect.

Cian's voice cuts through the night, strong and sure. "With this cord, I pledge my life to you, as long as you'll have me." His grip on the tie is firm, but there's a gentleness as well, a promise of protection in every word.

Then it's my turn, "With these cords, I bind myself to my dark knights, with my body, my heart, and my soul. From this night forward, I am yours, and you are mine." My voice doesn't waver. I mean every fucking word.

Luke steps back, his eyes never leaving mine. "We're bound now," he says quietly, almost to himself. He looks at Gianluca and Cian. "Let's seal it."

Gianluca's grin turns feral. "About time."

The men untie their sides of the ties with their teeth and free hands, leaving me with three expensive silk ties dangling from my wrists that are about to be destroyed.

Gianluca moves behind me, his hands moving to the delicate fabric of my dress. He grips it and rips the fabric, which gives away easily, like it was begging to be destroyed. The cold air bites at my skin as the soft material falls away, leaving me exposed to the night and their hungry stares.

Cian steps closer, his hands sliding over my hips possessively. "Beautiful," he murmurs against my ear before his lips travel down my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, warming me momentarily against the freezing air surrounding us.

Luke, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper—something possessive—grabs one tie and pulls on it like a leash, dragging me away from Cian to a nearby tree. He pushes me up against it, the bark biting into my back before he circles around and grabs the tie from my other wrist. He wrenches my arms back and knots the ties around the tree, keeping me bound and in place. Cian loosens the third tie and slips it off my wrist. He unravels the knot, and moves behind the tree. Luke grabs the other end of the tie and then moves it into pace around my throat, tightening it as Cian knots it, making me gag at the pressure applied by the silk.

The first surge of heat courses through me when Gianluca's hand slaps my bare tits, sharp and biting but igniting a fire within me that has nothing to do with pain. "You are ours," he growls.

I shudder as Luke growls, "No escape now."

I'm pinned against the tree, the coarse bark digging into my back, the chill of the night air biting at my exposed skin. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, a mixture of anticipation and desire pooling low in my belly as Cian kneels in front of me and moves my legs further apart. His tongue flicks out, licking my clit as Gianluca's hands are everywhere, rough and demanding. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him as his lips crush against mine. His kiss is brutal, claiming as if he needs to leave his mark on me in every way possible.

His teeth nip at my bottom lip, drawing blood that he laps up with a possessive growl. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls back, just when Cian's tongue delves deeper, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My moans echo in the dark woods, mingling with the rustling leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

Luke's hand trails over my tits, teasing one nipple before moving to the other. He twists it hard, making me cry out. "Take it," he murmurs.

I squirm against the bindings, every movement pressing me harder against the rough bark. Cian's mouth on my pussy is sheer heaven, building a pressure that's almost unbearable. I'm teetering on the edge when Gianluca reaches down and thrusts two fingers inside me. The sudden invasion makes me gasp.

"You like that?" Gianluca murmurs against my ear. "You like being our little plaything?"

"Yes," I whimper, barely able to form the word.

"Good," Luke replies for Gianluca, tightening the tie around my neck just a bit more. The restriction makes everything sharper: every touch, every taste, every sound.

Cian stands up suddenly, leaving me feeling exposed and wanting as he steps back to unzip his pants. "Do you want me to fuck you, dollie?"

"Yes," I rasp against the tie, pressing tightly on my throat. "Fuck me hard, fuck me filthy, use me like a whore and then love me as your wife."

"Fucking hell," he growls, stepping up quickly, his cock in his hand. He rams into me balls deep while Gianluca's fingers are still inside me, and my body arches in response. The pressure of the tie around my throat is dizzying but exhilarating. Cian's pace is relentless, each thrust driving me harder against the tree until I can feel every ridge of bark against my back.

Gianluca's fingers match Cian's rhythm as he pumps in and out of me. Luke's hands are on my tits again, squeezing and twisting until I'm a writhing mess between them. My cries shatter through the cold air, raw and needy.

The sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure they inflict without mercy is drowned out, and I'm lost in this dark ecstasy.

Cian's breath is ragged against my ear. "You like being our slut?"

"Yes," I croak.

"Say it," Luke growls.

"I'm your slut," I whisper hoarsely. "Only yours."

"Fuck," Luke mutters, watching us with dark eyes as he frees himself from his pants. He strokes himself lazily, his gaze never leaving mine.

Cian grips my hips tighter, slamming into me with a force that makes my entire body resonate. His guttural growls mix with my moans, creating a symphony of depravity that only spurs him on. My knees buckle, but Cian's hold on me keeps me on my feet, just barely.

Gianluca withdraws his fingers from me, bringing them to my lips. He smears my juices over my mouth before forcing his fingers inside, making me taste myself. He looks at Luke, a dark smile playing on his lips.

The energy between us is electric, primal, and I revel in every moment of it. Luke's gaze burns into my skin; his eyes are like cold fire as he strokes himself harder with each passing second.

Cian doesn't relent, his thrusts becoming almost punishingly deep, and I feel the tension coil tighter within me. Every thrust sends shockwaves through my entire body, each one driving me closer to a wild climax. Gianluca grabs my thigh and lifts my leg up so I can wrap it around Cian. Luke does the same with the other, forcing Cian's cock deeper into me.

The intensity mounts as Cian pounds into me, my body barely able to handle the dual pressures of the ties and the urgent thrusts. My voice is hoarse from screaming, each cry echoing into the dark night. I can't tell where one sensation ends and another begins; it's all consuming—desperate.

Gianluca's fingers are back on my clit, rubbing brutally that has me teetering on the knife's edge of release. He's watching me with a predatory gleam, his control over my body's response is absolute. He tightens his grip on my chin, demanding my eyes stay locked on his.

"You're close," Gianluca says softly, almost mockingly. "Aren't you?"

I nod frantically, words failing me. The need to come is a burning ache in my gut, an agony I'm desperate to end.

"Beg for it," Luke demands, his voice a low growl as he steps closer, his own arousal evident and ready.

"Please," I beg breathlessly. "Please, I need to come."

Cian's pace quickens at my plea, his movements growing more erratic as he chases his release. Gianluca continues to torment my clit with relentless circles until I'm on the brink of madness.

"Now," Luke commands, and it's like a dam breaking. The orgasm crashes over me with a cruel force, making my pussy convulse around Cian's cock as he slams into me one last time. He groans deeply, shooting his load inside me as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure. He withdraws quickly, but Gianluca and Luke keep my legs up, spreading them wider as the tree scratches my back and my arms are wrenched even further.

"Look at you," Cian murmurs, his voice low and controlled. "All used up and still desperate for more."

"Yes," I gasp and then see he is holding up his phone.

The tremble that rushes through my body at the debauchery of him recording me is almost overwhelming. He holds the phone between my legs, focusing on my pussy.

"Give us a cream pie, dollie," he murmurs.

I do as he asks, and my body convulses as I push out his cum, dripping down onto Luke's fingers as he presses them to me. The sensation is filthy, depraved, yet I feel an addictive rush of power knowing they're all watching me, revelling in my submission.

"Fucking beautiful little cunt," Luke mutters, his fingers gathering a bit of Cian's cum from my pussy and bringing it to my lips. He pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I suck them clean.

Cian moves around as Luke's fingers return to my cunt, and he records Luke finger fucking me slowly as they hold my legs open wide. Desperate for another release, I moan, and Luke removes his fingers, replacing them with his cock. His entry is slow, deliberate, as if he's savouring each inch of my tight cunt. Cian angles the phone, capturing every obscene detail as Luke buries his cock deep inside me.

My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more. Gianluca leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Look at them," he whispers. "They're lost in you."

My gaze shifts to Luke's face, filled with raw lust as he pounds into me. His strokes are deep, filling me completely and pushing me further into a state of euphoric torment.

"Fuck," Luke growls, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good, so fucking tight." His pace increases, every thrust sending jolts of pure pleasure through my core.

Cian's phone captures everything—the way my body aches and trembles, the way Luke's cock glistens with our combined juices as he pulls out, only to drive back in again. My moans grow louder, merging with Luke's grunts in a twisted symphony of degradation and ecstasy.

"Come for him," Gianluca murmurs.

Another orgasm crashes through me violently, my inner walls tightening around Luke's cock as I scream out in pleasure.

"Fuck yes," Luke snarls, driving into me with abandon, his rhythm turning wild and erratic. My body is writhing, lost in the madness of it all. I feel Cian's gaze burning into me, and the thought of him recording every filthy second sends another wave of pleasure coursing through me.

Luke's movements become more frantic, his breath hot against my skin as he chases his release. He slams into me one last time, his body shuddering as he spills inside me. The sensation makes me clench around him, milking every drop from his cock as we both ride out our climaxes.

When Luke finally withdraws, I feel the loss instantly—the emptiness making me crave their touch even more. Cian moves forward, his expression one of dark satisfaction. He turns off the recording and pockets his phone, but his eyes never leave mine.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Always willing to please."

My wrists ache from their binds, my skin raw and tender, but I barely notice through the haze of lingering pleasure. Luke and Gianluca release my legs, lowering them gently to the ground. I'm exhausted but exhilarated, every nerve ending still tingling.

Luke steps back, breathing heavily, helping Cian unbind my wrists and neck. They rub at the sore spots with a gentle touch. I collapse against them, boneless and drained.

Gianluca's voice breaks the silence. "Get her ready for me. Lay her out like a prize waiting to be claimed." His words send a thrill through me despite my exhaustion. I'm trembling too much to move on my own, so Luke and Cian handle me like I'm some precious object, guiding me to a soft patch of forest floor. The night air cools my overheated skin, and I shiver as they arrange my limbs exactly as Gianluca wants.

My body is splayed out, so exposed and vulnerable yet burning with anticipation. Gianluca prowls towards me, his eyes dark with intent. He kneels between my legs, his hands trailing up my inner thighs, spreading me wider. His rough fingers dig into my skin, and a moan escapes my lips.

"Shh, dollie," Cian whispers, brushing his lips against mine in a brief kiss of dominance. "Relax and enjoy."

Gianluca's fingers trace my pussy, teasing me as he watches my every reaction. The anticipation is maddening. His thumb slides across my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me. He leans in, his breath hot against my wetness.

"Such a pretty little cunt," he murmurs before his tongue dives in, lapping at my sensitive clit with a hunger that makes me writhe beneath him.

I'm lost to sensation, each touch of his tongue pushing me closer to another climax. Luke and Cian stand over us, their presence a constant reminder of who holds power here.

Gianluca's tongue circles my clit with a relentless rhythm that has me crying out in pleasure. His finger slips inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that drives me wild.

"Oh god," I pant as the pleasure builds higher and higher. My body arches off the ground as another orgasm tears through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

He pulls back, licking his lips before guiding his cock, hard and ready, to my pussy.

He pauses, teasing me with the head of his cock, letting me feel just the tip before slowly pushing in. The stretch is exquisite, a new kind of pleasure melding with the lingering echoes of my last climax.

"Tell me how much you want it," Gianluca murmurs.

"I need it," I pant, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I need you inside me."

He drives into me hard and fast, filling me completely. A strangled cry escapes my lips as he sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves through my overstimulated body. My nails dig into the dirt beneath me, clinging to anything solid in this whirlwind of sensation.

Gianluca's pace is relentless, every stroke designed to bring me closer to the edge again. My breaths come in ragged gasps, my body slick with sweat and cum.

"You're ours," he growls.

"Yes," I gasp out. "I'm yours."

The words seem to drive him wild. He slams into me harder, deeper, reaching places inside me that make stars explode behind my eyelids. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shifts his angle slightly and hits that perfect spot again and again.

"Fuck!"

That single word tears from my throat as another orgasm grips me, raw and unfiltered. I thrash beneath Gianluca's unyielding hold, my body a puppet to his commanding force. His growls mix with my cries, creating a symphony of primal desire.

He doesn't stop. He doesn't slow. His pace is brutal, each thrust pushing me to the brink and beyond. When he finally lets out a guttural roar, spilling inside me, the sensation sends one last shiver through my drained form.

Gianluca pulls out with a satisfied groan, leaving me gasping, every muscle trembling. I lay there, used and exposed under the moonlight filtering through the trees.

Cian's touch is warm, soothing. "You were perfect," he whispers into my ear as he cradles me against his chest.

Luke's gaze is tender as he brushes a stray leaf from my hair. "We should get you back to home," he says quietly.

Gianluca takes my torn dress and wraps it around me as Cian holds me upright. Then he scoops me up and carries me out of the woods as the other men extinguish the candles and gather up the rest of our belongings. My head rests on Cian's chest and I smile.

"This night was perfect."

He kisses the top of my head. "Just like you."

We arrive back at the townhouse that serves as our sanctuary. Inside, the warmth of the heating is a godsend after the freezing air outside. Cian places me gently onto the couch, wrapping a thick blanket around me.

Luke disappears and returns with a glass of water, pressing it into my hands. "Drink."

I take a sip, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat as Gianluca rubs my other wrist, pressing soft kisses against the welts from the ties.

"I'll run you a bath," Cian murmurs, and I nod wearily, happy for them to take care of me now. I'm exhausted but full of love for these dangerous men who show me their soft sides, letting me know that they love me back.