18. Elio

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Inotice Camila's distant demeanor as we sit in the living room. Her usual vibrant energy is subdued, and she barely responds to my attempts at conversation. The silence weighs heavy between us, and I can't shake the feeling that something is bothering her.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, I turn to face her. "Camila, what's wrong? You've hardly said a word this morning."

She averts her gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. I gently tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. The sadness I see in those brown depths catches me off guard.

"Talk to me, princess," I urge softly.

Camila's lower lip trembles, and tears are streaming down her face before I know it. My heart clenches at her distress, and I instinctively pull her into my arms. She buries her face against my chest, her body shaking with silent sobs.

I hold her close, stroking her hair and murmuring words of comfort. "Shh, it's okay. I've got you."

I frown as Camila pushes me away, her tear-stained face twisted with anguish. "Do you really have me, Elio? Or is this all just a game to you?"

Her words make panic unfurl within me, but I struggle to understand where this is coming from. She can't know the truth about our plan or my father's assignment. "What are you talking about?"

She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "Your brother, Ren, and your friend Dante have been making moves on me behind your back."

My blood runs cold at her revelation, and a rage courses through my veins. Those fucking idiots agreed to leave me to handle it, so why the fuck are they going behind my back? I clench my fists, trying to control the anger that threatens to consume me. "Are you saying they've been coming onto you?"

Camila wipes her tears with the back of her hand, her voice trembling as she speaks. "Ren has been flirting with me, making suggestive comments, and even..." Her voice breaks, and she shakes her head. "He touched me okay. I'm ashamed of it, but I must tell you the truth."

Fury boils within me as Camila's words sink in. I can't believe Ren went behind my back like this. We had a fucking agreement that I would handle Camila, and he just couldn't resist making a move on her. And Dante? I don't expect this kind of shit from him.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the rage that threatens to consume me. I have to play this carefully. Camila can't know the real reason I'm angry. She can't find out about our plan to learn her secrets and share her.

I cup her face, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. "Camila, I'm so sorry. I had no idea they were doing this to you."

She leans into my touch, her eyes searching mine. "You're not mad at me?"

I shake my head, pulling her closer. "Of course not, princess. I'm furious with Ren for touching you. That's not okay."

Camila nods, relief washing over her features. "I thought you might be angry with me for letting it happen."

I press a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Never. You didn't do anything wrong."

But even as I reassure her, my mind is racing with the possibilities. The thought of sharing Camila with Ren and Dante sends a thrill through me. I can imagine her writhing between our bodies, her body arching in pleasure as we take turns with her before filling her to the brim with all three of us at the same time.

I have to fight back a groan at the image. "Listen, Camila," I say, my voice low and soothing. "I'll take care of this. I'll make sure they stop. Okay?"

She nods, burying her face against my chest. "Thank you, Elio. I don't know what I'd do without you." Her brow furrows then, and I sense she wants to say something.

"What else is on your mind?" I ask.

She purses her lips together. "Just something that Lucia told me about. A secret society that forces the members to share a girl. I was worried you guys were going to do that with me."

Panic coils through me. She's heard of the Nexus; I know Renzo's been obsessed with it since Ty told him about it. He wants Camila to be our slave, but I know she won't go for it.

"I've never heard of it,' I lie, trying to ease her fears. "You've got nothing to worry about, princess. It's just you and me."

She clutches me tightly and places her head on my chest again. "Thank you," she breathes.

I stroke her hair, a smirk tugging at my lips. Oh, if only she knew the truth—that this is all a game—that when I'm finished, she'll be ruined for all other men and won't be able to walk away despite my deceptions. But for now, I'll play the role of the protective boyfriend. And tonight, I'll make her mine in every way possible. We'll make her our queen once she's hooked on me.

I pat my lap, beckoning Camila to come closer. "Come here, princess."

She hesitates for a moment before settling herself on my thighs, her skirt riding up to reveal the smooth expanse of her legs. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest.

"Camila," I murmur, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "If you don't trust me or have any doubts about us, then maybe we should cancel our plans for tonight."

Her head snaps up, and her eyes widen with surprise. "What? No, Elio. I want to be with you."

I smirk, knowing I have her exactly where I want her. "Are you sure? Because if you're not ready or don't want to give yourself to me completely, we shouldn't go through with it."

Camila shakes her head vehemently, her hands fisting in my shirt. "No, I want to. I want you to be my first, Elio. I trust you."

Satisfaction courses through me at her words, and I can't help the way my cock throbs with need. She wants me, and tonight, I'll finally claim her virginity.

Camila leans in, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss. I groan into her mouth as she starts to move against me, her hips rolling in a delicious rhythm that has me throbbing beneath her.

I trail my lips down the column of Camila's neck, savoring the taste of her skin as she arches against me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she grinds down on my lap. I groan into her mouth, my hands gripping her hips as I guide her movements.

"Elio," she gasps, her head falling back as I nip at her collarbone. "We should stop. What if someone walks in?"

I chuckle darkly, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. "Let them watch, princess. I want everyone to know you're mine."

Camila's breath hitches as I stroke her through her panties, feeling the damp heat of her arousal. She's so responsive, so eager for my touch. I can't wait to bury myself inside her tight little body.

But just as I'm about to slip my fingers beneath the lace, the door swings open, and Renzo strolls in like he owns the place. I tense, my jaw clenching as I glare at my brother over Camila's shoulder.

"Don't stop on my account," Renzo smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I love a good show."

Camila scrambles off my lap, her face flushed with embarrassment as she tugs her skirt down. I stand up, my fists clenched at my sides as I face off with Renzo.

Anger boils within me as I turn to face my brother, my jaw clenched tight.

"Camila, go to my room," I order, my voice low and controlled. "I need to have a word with my brother."

She nods, her eyes wide with uncertainty as she scurries to my bedroom. I wait until I hear the door click shut before I grab Renzo by the arm and drag him out of the apartment.

Once we're outside, I shove him against the wall, my forearm pressed against his throat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Ren?"

He smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I don't know what you're talking about, brother."

I lean in closer, my voice a dangerous growl. "Don't play dumb with me. Camila told me you've been touching her. What part of ‘I'll handle it' did you not understand?"

Renzo's smirk only grows wider. "Oh, come on, Elio. You're not the only one who wants a taste of that sweet little virgin."

I see red, my fist connecting with his jaw before I realize what I'm doing. Renzo staggers back, his hand coming up to touch the blood that trickles from his split lip. He merely smirks like I didn't hurt him at all and spits the blood out on the floor, his amusement apparent even through the pain.

"You fucking bastard," I seethe, my anger boiling over. "We had an agreement. I was supposed to be the one to take her virginity."

Renzo chuckles, wiping the blood from his mouth with his hand. "Relax, brother. I didn't fuck her. But I did make her come with my tongue."

"What did you just say?" I ask.

He grins, his eyes darkening with lust. "You heard me. I went down on her in her room after the party. And let me tell you, she was eager for it. Practically begging me to make her come with my mouth."

The thought of Renzo's mouth on Camila, of him tasting her most intimate parts, making her moan and cry out in ecstasy... it turns me on despite myself. I know how fucked up that is, getting aroused at the idea of my brother pleasuring the girl I'm dating, but Renzo and I have always loved sharing girls. With Camila the idea is just hotter.

"She even said she wants to think about having both of us simultaneously," Renzo continues, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction at revealing this information. "And if I'd suggested it, I know she wouldn't have hesitated to add Dante, too."

I feel a surge of heat course through my body at Renzo's words, my cock hardening at the images running through my mind. The thought of innocent little Camila wanting all three of us, of her being eager to explore her wildest fantasy with me, my brother, and my best friend. It's almost too much to handle.

I step closer to Renzo, my voice low and rough with desire. "Do you really think she'd be up for it? Having three of us at the same time?" Just saying the words out loud makes me ache with need.

Renzo's smirk widens into a devilish grin, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I know she would. You should have seen how she squirmed when I suggested it, Elio. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her breathing grew shallow and quick. She wants it, brother. She wants us both at the same time, pleasuring her, making her moan and cry out in ecstasy."

He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "And if we can get our little bookworm to agree to it, we'll surely gain entry to the Nexus. Just imagine it - our princess spread out and writhing beneath us, taking all three of our cocks at once."

A throaty groan escapes me as the vivid image flashes through my mind - Camila's lithe, naked body sandwiched between Renzo, Dante, and I, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room as we drive into her again and again. My cock throbs almost painfully in my jeans, and I have to resist the urge to palm myself through the rough denim.

"Fuck, Ren," I growl, raking a hand through my hair in frustration. "I know she wants us. I could see it in her eyes earlier. But we can't just throw her into the deep end like that. She's never even had one cock yet, let alone two at the same time."

Renzo's expression sobers, and he nods. "You're right, brother. We need to ease her into it and take it slow. The seed is planted in her mind now. Trust me, it won't be long before she's begging us to make her fantasy come true."

I take a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the riotous storm of lust and excitement churning within me. I know what I need to do tonight - claim Camila's virginity, make her mine. But the thought of being her first, of sinking into that tight, untouched pussy, it's almost too much for me to handle.

"Listen, Ren," I say, my voice low and serious. I'll consider sharing her once I've broken her in, but only if the moment is right. I don't want to scare her off and ruin the plan."

Renzo's face splits into a wide grin, his eyes gleaming excitedly. "That's all I ask, brother. Just nurture the seed I planted and let her imagination run wild."

I nod, but I can't shake the feeling of unease that settles in the pit of my stomach. I know we're supposed to be getting close to Camila for information to gain an advantage over her family. But the more time I spend with her, the harder it is to remember why we started this in the first place.

"Don't lose sight of the end game," I warn, my voice sharpening, "we're doing this for a reason, and it's not just to satisfy our own desires or gain power in this secret society Sokolov is setting up."

Renzo rolls his eyes, dismissively waving off my concerns. "I know, I know. But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun along the way."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I gather my thoughts. I know Renzo is right, but I can't help but feel like I'm already in too deep. Every moment I spend with Camila, every touch, every kiss feels real. And that scares the shit out of me.

I push those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. Tonight, I'll make Camila mine in every way possible. I'll show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams and leave her craving more. And if the moment feels right, I'll broach the subject she's been so hesitant about. All I can do is hope Ren is right and it doesn't send her running in the opposite direction.